Besides the wrath of Mama Beth, Kim was one of the main reasons that the Raiders never dealt in any prostitution. She’d been forced down that road for a period of time when she was on the streets, and Case respected the pain she had experienced too much to take anything on business-wise besides strippers.
“Where are your manners, Deacon? Introduce me to your friend,” Kim said, interrupting my thoughts.
“This is Willow’s teacher, Alexandra Evans.” Motioning to Kim, I said to Alex, “This is our president’s wife, Kim.”
Alex extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Kim replied with a smile.
Tiny strolled up then with a clipboard in his hand. “Hey, boss man. We just got some deliveries that need taking care of.”
I nodded. “Excuse me, ladies.” After I hopped off my stool, I turned to Rev. “Keep an eye on her,” I said in a low voice.
“Sure thing,” he replied.
It took a good fifteen minutes to take care of the inventory. It needed a little extra care supervising it out to the warehouse, considering what was inside—the latest gun shipment we were holding for our Tennessee chapter of the Raiders. Once it was secured inside, I headed back to the clubhouse.
Music blaring out of the jukebox, along with the sounds of whistles and catcalls, met me when I came back in the door. I couldn’t imagine what the hell was going on. Then I did a double take at the sight of Alex on top of the bar, dancing with Kim. But she wasn’t just dancing. No, she was singing off-key as loudly as she could with Kim to “Pour Some Sugar On Me.”
“Well, fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
About ten of the guys encircled the bar, watching and cheering them on. Of course, most had their perverted gazes fixed on Alex. Her limber body served her well in ballet as well as bar dancing. Each sway of her hips and slide of her hand down her body caused my dick to swell. It was either cut and run or get Alex the fuck off that bar. Of course, there was also a third option, which had me getting her off the bar and taking her to my room to fuck her brains out.
I chose choice B for both of our sakes. I could only imagine that sober Alex would be mortified at her behavior. Striding up to the bar, I pushed some of the guys out of my way. When I saw Rev, I smacked him on the back of the head.
“Jesus, man, what’s your problem?” he shouted over the music and singing.
Motioning to Alex, I said, “I thought I told you to watch her.”
Rev grinned. “I am watching her.”
“Yeah, for the record, her dancing on top of the bar was not what I had in mind.”
“Come on, Deacon. She’s just cutting loose and having some innocent fun.”
At my “you gotta be shitting me” look, Rev said, “She’s just dancing. If she had started trying to strip, I would’ve stopped her. As far as our brothers go, you can be damn sure that no one touched a hair on her head on my watch … well, maybe no one but Kim.”
At that moment, Alex backed her ass up to Kim and ground against her. “Sweet Jesus,” I grunted while the men around me shouted their approval. When Alex finally met my gaze, I crooked my finger at her. With the grace of a supermodel on a runway, she walked down the length of the bar to me. The moment she was within my grasp, I motioned her down to where I could whisper in her ear. When she did, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.
My brothers booed and hissed at my move. “Shut the fuck up!” I shouted as I put Alex on her feet.
“No. I don’t want to stop dancing.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m thirsty,” she absentmindedly announced. One of our out-of-town members, Tony, handed her a beer. “Thank you,” she replied sweetly. She then proceeded to down the thing in a series of big gulps and then sucked down another one that was placed in her eager hands.
“I don’t think that was a good idea.” Now that she was off the bar, she began to sway a little. Grabbing her shoulders, I steadied her. “Okay, I think it’s officially time for you to go to bed.”
Alex swatted my hands away from her. “Don’t be a party pooper,” she slurred. Glancing over her shoulder, she cried, “More shots!”
While Rev chuckled at her enthusiasm, a song with a fast beat came on the jukebox, and Alex scrambled to climb up on the bar again. “Get down.”
“But I wanna dance again.”
After her beer, she could barely walk, least of all dance. When I tightened my arms around her waist, she twisted around and then shoved me as hard as a drunk girl her size could. I didn’t budge, so she sent a stinging smack across my face. “Get off me!”
“I do that, and you’re going to end up on the floor.”
Jerking her chin up at me, she shrieked, “You’re an asshole!”
“And you’re a mean little drunk,” I mused, my cheek still stinging.
Alex’s brows furrowed. “Am I really a mean drunk?”
“Considering you just slapped me, I would have to say yes.”
She gasped. “Oh my God. I’m a horrible person.”
“And a mean drunk,” I teased. When her chin trembled, I groaned. “Now, don’t go making yourself a ‘crying drunk,’ too,” I warned.
After sniffling, she said, “I’m sorry I slapped you, Deacon.”
“It’s okay. I’m man enough to take it.”
When she peered up at me, she frowned. Closing her eyes, she shook her head. After she opened them again, she looked like she was staring past me. “You two don’t hate me, do you?”