Gunner pushed his hand through his hair, a little nervous that Margo was coming to this bonfire party tonight. He didn’t worry that something would happen to her, just that she wouldn’t approve. Over the past few months, he’d been introducing her to the club slowly. He’d started by bringing Bunny with him a few times to her place. He wanted her to see that his club wasn’t filled with bad men, just ones who didn’t follow society’s rules, not that he’d trust her safety with any man in the club. There were a few that weren’t ever going anywhere near her without finding themselves on the wrong end of a gun, but for the most part, the men in his club were good men. Then he’d invited the boys over a few nights a week to play poker. He also took her to a birthday party for one of the teens they had taken in a little over a week ago. Todd was thirteen and Gator had invited all the kids he knew to the party, trying to make the kid feel normal. It wasn’t an easy thing to show a kid who’d been neglected since he was two. Todd’s mother had died, leaving his father to care for him. That wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if his father wasn’t a heroin addict.

Gator had found him locked in a bedroom when he was ten. His father had left him there for over two days without food. Thankfully, he’d had a small stash of food and water in his room that had kept him alive. Sadly, it wasn’t the first time his father had forgotten about him. Gator had bought the kid from his father for ten hits and a case of Cuban cigars. He and his old lady, Morgan, had taken the kid in raising him like he was their own. Margo had been surprised the party wasn’t a drunken brawl. He knew she was shocked that fifteen bikers, twenty-two kids, and ten old ladies were almost normal. Bonfire parties however, were different.

Most of these parties were drunken free-for-alls; with naked women, drinking, drugs, and pit fights. Not that he planned on staying long enough for her to see too much of the real crazy shit that happened late at night when everyone was drunk. Most of the men with old ladies didn’t stay for that shit anyway. Gunner ran a hand over his face nervously. His stomach was in knots and he couldn’t seem to stay still. Last night at church, they’d voted and Margo was accepted as his old lady, which was a relief, because now he could patch her, but he wasn’t sure if this party might make her decide his life wasn’t for her.

She’d only seen the nice parts of the club so far and tonight some of the darker parts were going to be revealed to her and she might not handle it well. Fuck, he realized he was bent over this shit in a way he hadn’t been bent in a long-damned-time because he was in love with her. Over the past six months, he’d fallen hard for his beautiful, quirky artist and losing her scared him shitless. 

“What’s crawled up your ass today?” Buck asked, entering the clubhouse with Joker and Dice behind him.

“Nothing,” Gunner replied, not willing to talk about how freaked out he was about Margo attending this party tonight.

“Uh-huh, that’s why you’re wearing a hole in the floor boards,” Dice commented, shaking his head. “Try again, we know you better than that.”

“It’s not something I want to talk about.”

“Ah, it’s the chick. She’s always got you all twisted,” Buck remarked, pulling a burger from the fast food bags they’d brought in with them.

“I don’t get why you’d be bent about some chick. Just fuck her and move on, that’s what I do.” Joker said, shoving fries into his mouth.

“Shut up, Joker. Your dick doesn’t have to be in every conversation,” Buck muttered, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t talking about my dick, asshole. I was talking about chicks,” Joker complained, his mouth half full as he protested.

“Gross. Stop talking with your mouth full, idiot. He means you don’t have to tell us you’re a man whore, we are already aware. This is a big boy conversation so stay out of it, prospect,” Dice growled, shaking his head.

“Fine, I’ll just eat and leave then,” Joker pouted.

Gunner was reminded of a kicked puppy and let out a long sigh. He liked Joker, as did most of the men in the club and he’d bet another month or two and he’d be getting his bottom rockers. Joker grabbed another burger and began stuffing it into his mouth and his sympathy for the other man disappeared.

“What’s the issue this time? Thought you were patching her?” Buck asked, eating his onion rings watching him.

“I will be if she doesn’t refuse after tonight’s bonfire.” Gunner leaned back into the chair staring up at the ceiling, his mind going in ten different directions about what could go wrong or what could happen that would drive her away. Margo was pretty easy-going and she seemed happy with him over the past few months.

“I don’t get why you’re all panicked. Haven’t you been introducing her to the club for like six months? If she hasn’t run yet, I think you’re good.” Buck rolled his eyes as he grabbed some ketchup and squeezed it out on one of the food wrappers to dip his fries in.

“Yeah, I mean hell, you brought Stoner over the other night and he was tweaking like a mother fucker and she was cool with it. She just went in her room and painted. You’re the one acting like a girl here. She seems like a sweet woman and I don’t think she is going to dump you because your friends are idiots. As long as you don’t start pulling any of the shit they do, you’re good.” Dice punched him in the arm after his little speech. “Stop being a whiny bitch.”

Buck chuckled nodding, “I already told him that. His balls must still be under Margo’s bed.”

Gunner didn’t appreciate their amusement at his expense and he couldn’t say after this chat with these three assholes that he would be any calmer than he had been before. He just hoped they were right and Margo didn’t jump ship after tonight.

 

 

Margo looked at her clothes, frowning. Her nerves twisting her into knots. What did one wear to a bikers’ bonfire party? She had no freaking idea. After six months with Gunner, she knew that despite the club seeming like it would be frightening, it really wasn’t. She wasn’t deluded, she knew that they weren’t angels or just misunderstood. Nope, they were hard men, but they lived by a code, one that included protection for anyone they called their own.

Margo hadn’t thought knowing she could ask any one of the men in Gunner’s club to handle any problem she had would ever feel comforting but somehow it did, even if it involved something illegal. She knew that if she was with Gunner she could count on the men he ran with to have her back. The past few months had taught her that the club was more like family than she would have expected from watching the news reports about them. Having a mother like hers allowed her to see the benefits to having a family you could count on.

Yeah, maybe they didn’t stay on the right side of the law most of the time, but she would never find a group of people more willing to help you when you needed it. Gunner said they didn’t sell people the hard stuff—meaning heroin or cocaine—and if that was true she didn’t have any issue with them doing whatever it was they did, as long as she wasn’t involved. Gunner had explained that she’d never be a part of the illegal stuff because they kept club business on a need-to-know basis. She was good with that, although it worried her a little when he left on business because she knew he could end up in jail, hurt, or even—Lord forbid—dead.

Thoughts of Gunner being gone from her life nearly broke her because she was already in love with him. Margo couldn’t imagine her life without him after eight months. When they’d gotten back together, she hadn’t been sure how they would work with his world being so dark, but somehow they did. Gunner had moved in after a month. She’d thought that she wouldn’t like being around his brothers, but even with them showing up to play poker or to pick him up, she’d discovered that most of them were just people.

They goofed around and messed with each other’s heads like real siblings and they were respectful of her. Hell, last month when Gunner was on a run, she’d taken some of her work to an art show in town to see if she could sell any of it. Zoey had come over to help her transport it to the event, but Joker and Bunny had arrived, just before she did. Margo had been surprised to see them and when they’d asked what needed loading, she’d realized that they were there to take her to the art show. The two of them had loaded everything into a large van and drove her and Zoey to the event. They’d helped set up the tent she’d rented from the venue and hung all her work for her while she and Zoey had chatted.

Zoey had commented on how sexy both men were and that she wouldn’t mind getting busy with one of them. Margo had laughed and told her in a whisper not to go after Joker because he was a man-whore. She’d discovered that from Gunner and the boys’ teasing. Margo had expected them to leave after setting up, but they hadn’t. Standing off to the side of the booth they’d stayed out of the way, but were keeping an eye on her. When she would sell a piece, they carted it out of the tent or hung a new one in its place. That was the moment she realized that they weren’t only there for Gunner when he needed them—they were there for her too. It was a novel experience since Zoey was the only person in her life that had ever filled that role. Having a group like Gunner’s band of bikers at her back was a nice feeling.

Margo reached out grabbing a black leather skirt that hit just above her knees, but had a slit that went up to mid-thigh on one leg. Maybe with pink accessories? She couldn’t decide. Gunner had left this morning to help them set up the bonfire, but he’d said he’d be back at six and it was five twenty. She needed to figure this out. Wearing a skirt on Gunner’s bike was hard, but she’d gotten good at not flashing her panties to the world over the last few months. Her car wasn’t something she used often anymore because they always took his bike. That meant it only got driven when he wasn’t with her, which was rare since he’d moved in with her.

She walked over to her drawers, finding a hot pink top she’d always loved. It was a V-neck with short sleeves and a funky skull painted on the front. Skulls and leather seemed like they’d work at a biker’s party. Gunner had warned her that things sometimes got a little crazy at these parties, but she already knew these guys partied hard. She’d seen it when they were over playing poker with Gunner. How he thought she couldn’t see the huge amounts of alcohol they went through, or smell the drugs they smoked while playing, was beyond her.

It didn’t bother her, as long as Gunner wasn’t drunk constantly or drugged out of his mind on something heavy like heroin. In college, she’d smoked a little weed, but she hadn’t really felt like it did anything for her, so she’d never really gotten into it. Gunner didn’t do drugs for the most part, but she’d seen him take a few hits off the bong a time or two. Margo didn’t know how he could think she was that clueless.

She pulled on the skirt and shirt looking at herself in the mirror. It needed something. She found some bracelets in her jewelry with pink skulls and earrings that matched. Wearing them she decided that she looked good. Hopefully this was okay for a bonfire party, because Gunner had been little help. His wear-whatever-you-want babe, hadn’t told her anything about how to dress for this thing. She went into the bathroom adding a few pink streaks to her hair before grabbing her half boots. She sat down and turned on the TV deciding after flipping through the channels to watch a re-run of The Walking Dead while she waited on Gunner to get back.

 

 

Gunner unlocked the door feeling his tense muscles clench as he entered the apartment. He needed to change his clothes and give her his patch before they left for the bonfire tonight and it wasn’t something he wanted to rush. Giving Margo his patch was a big deal to him and the club. Holding the small package he’d wrapped her patch in, he walked into the living room and set it down on the end table. Margo was sitting on the couch in the cutest pink shirt, with pink streaks in her hair. Her breasts were displayed nicely by the top and he wished they had time for him to strip that top off her and worship those tits before they left but they didn’t. She was using the throw to cover her legs making him wonder what she was wearing with that top. Maybe those jeans he loved seeing on her because they cupped her ass just right. Or maybe those shorts with the pink stripes that were easy to slide off her? Damn, he really wished he had time to fuck her, but he needed to get his patch on her and get her to this party before it got too wild. She glanced at him smiling sweetly, making his cock tighten as he walked closer to where she was lying on the couch.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi, is this outfit okay?” she asked standing up, making Gunner almost swallow his tongue. Holy fuck, now that was a hot outfit. His cock nearly ripped through his jeans trying to get at her pussy it was so hot. He hadn’t ever seen her wear that skirt and he wanted to push it up her legs and slide his cock into what he knew would be her wet cunt.

“Um—what?” he asked, unable to focus on anything except the fantasies that were playing out hot and heavy inside his head.

“Is it okay to wear tonight?” she asked, her head tilting to the side as she frowned at him.

Gunner knew she was waiting for a response to her question, but his brain wasn’t processing anything other than his need to grab her and shove his cock into her. He stepped closer, his hand sliding up her legs groaning when he discovered a long slit in the side of the skirt she was wearing.

“Damn babe, are you trying to kill me?” he asked with his hand caressing her thigh under the skirt.

“No, why, is this not okay to wear?” Margo asked as her body pressed into his.

“Depends,” Gunner muttered, his hands cupping the globes of her ass under the leather.

“On what?”

“Are you going to let me kill any man who looks at you for more than a minute while you’re wearing it or not? Because if any of these fantasies going through my head are in any other man’s head, I’m going to rip his nuts off.” Gunner growled against her lips as he kissed her. His tongue thrust into her mouth and he rubbed his aching cock against her. Her tongue met his, in a duel of mutual need as he slid her panties off with his thumbs. Fuck waiting until they got back, he needed to be inside her now. The skirt was too hot not to explore—but she wasn’t wearing it to the fucking bonfire because any fucker could visualize her the way Gunner was, and that just wasn’t fucking happening.