Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I beamed a smile at Roman after he parked and helped me off again. “Thanks.”
“Any time, gorgeous.”
We walked into the clubhouse hand-in-hand, and I paused just inside to take in my surroundings. The bar lining one wall seemed like something that belonged in a place bikers called home, but the women lined up at the gleaming wood surface seemed a little out of place. They were all beautiful but dressed to fit in at boring places—like the mall or a family restaurant. Except for the leather vests they wore that were a smaller version of the one on Roman’s back.
A few of them were visibly pregnant…and they were all grinning at me.
Roman shrugged from his leather vest and slipped my arms through the too-large holes, making most women giggle. Glancing at them over his shoulder, he sighed and shook his head. Then he pulled me in for a quick kiss and muttered, “Need you to wear this while we’re here.”
“But why?” I asked, my brows drawing together as I jerked my chin toward the other women. “They’re the only ones out here.”
“Never know who’s gonna show up, and I’m not gonna run the risk of you walking around in here without my mark on you.”
His explanation didn’t make a lick of sense, but he seemed to think it was sufficient because he turned and strode away.
“Who do you think is going to hit on her, Rom?” one of the women asked.
“Not a single soul with her in my cut,” he tossed back.
“I’m so confused,” I mumbled, shaking my head.
“Don’t worry. We’re well-versed in translating alpha biker speak,” a blonde who looked to be about the same age as my brother said.
The woman sitting next to her with golden-brown hair nodded and waved me toward them. “Yeah, you can consider us the welcome committee.”
The blonde bumped her elbow against her arm. “It’s only fair that we get to give you all the inside information on Roman since we’re the reason you two met.”
I remembered what he’d said about why he’d been in my hometown a week ago and realized the two women looked familiar because I’d seen them walk across the same stage as Luther. “Congratulations on your graduation.”
“Thanks.” The brunette beamed a smile at me as I walked toward them. “I’m Lorelei, and this is my bestie, Karina.”
Another blonde who looked a lot like Karina added, “And I’m Kiara, her bestie’s half sister.”
Oakley, Alyssa, and Wendy rattled off their names, too.
“Nice to meet you all. I’m Layla.”
Wendy giggled. “Yeah, we know.”
I tilted my head to the side. “If you’re going to give me all the inside information, maybe you can explain how nobody seems surprised that I’m with Roman.”
“Aw, she calls him Roman.” Lorelei clapped.
“Yeah, but that totally makes sense.” Karina shrugged. “I’m with Cash but never call him Cassius, and Lorelei is with Benji, who always goes by Grey. But Roman is a super cool name, even though Rom doesn’t use it with anyone but you.”
“Aiden likes for me to use his real name, too,” Wendy said.
Oakley nodded. “Same with Kendrick.”
“And Garrison,” Alyssa added.
Feeling a little overwhelmed, I confessed, “I have to admit, this isn’t going at all how I expected when Roman told me we were coming to the Silver Saints clubhouse.”
“Yeah, our guys are good at defying expectations all around.” Oakley laughed while raising her hand and started ticking off her fingers. “There are no club bunnies. You’ll never have to worry about cheating because all the men are dedicated to their old ladies. Although they’re technically not one hundred percent on the up and up in the legal sense, the lines they cross are limited compared to other clubs. They’d never be involved in something that would hurt women, children, or other innocents.”
“Um…that’s good to know.”
“Stop, you’re going to scare her off,” Wendy chided, shaking her head. “Don’t mind Oakley. She wants to be a lawyer, so her mind goes to all that legal stuff.”
A lawyer and a biker sounded like an odd pairing, same as Roman and me since I was a kindergarten teacher. I already felt more comfortable than expected and felt I had a lot in common with the other women. “I’m not scared. I just really appreciate how welcoming you’re all being.”
“That’s something else that’s special about the Silver Saints—we’re family.” Alyssa bumped her shoulder against Wendy’s. “And not just because a couple of the guys have claimed a member’s sister for their own.”
Their teasing made me giggle. “It sounds as though there’s a heck of a story there.”
Lorelei let out a low whistle. “Girl, you have no idea.”
And then they filled me in on how some of the couples had met. Tales of kidnapping and worse made Roman’s and my story mild and downright bland, which left me feeling very lucky after what they told me.