Heart on the Rocks: Rebel Souls MC #4

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It had been a long time since the club had thrown a real rager. Things had been milder since Prez got married. Then Hawk and Bender got engaged and it got even less wild.

If it weren't for the drama their old ladies brought with them, in the form of their exes, things would be down right boring. 

And I couldn't deal with boring. I needed a distraction. I thought I'd done a good job at hiding my feelings for Brenda, but Carrie had caught on. The Pride was too damn observant. Nothing got past them.

I wasn't exactly sure what she thought was going on but I was sure she'd given me more credit than I actually deserved. Because truthfully, nothing was going on. Nothing but me silently pining after her, unable to take my eyes off her and begging her to give me a chance.

She'd sworn off all the brothers after her pregnancy scare with Hawk. I'd wanted her then. Hawk would have done the right thing and made her his old lady, but then he would have missed out on Charlie. And I was prepared to step up and do the right thing for her. I would have made her my old lady, even then. Even while she'd been pregnant with another man's kid, I would have wanted her.

I was a fool because it'd taken me so long to realize that she was the perfect woman. And I couldn't believe nobody else had made her an old lady yet, only proving all my brothers were stupid too. 

Shaking my head I pulled myself back to the present. I couldn't believe it had been a year and a half since Jenny died. Prez's kid was like eight months old or something. And Charlie was showing. Carrie wasn't pregnant but her and Bender were disgustingly happy and planning their wedding. It'd been about two months since Bender proposed on the beach. Two months since the night I finally told Brenda how I felt. Since the night she shut me down.

After Bender had proposed to Carrie we'd stayed at the beach late into the night. We'd drank and laughed and basically did whatever we did in the clubhouse only with the ocean next to us. Greaser had started a bonfire and Brenda had been quietly sitting next to it, a drink in her hand. She didn't always get to enjoy the parties; in fact, she rarely did. She was too busy being our bartender, cook, maid, and mother figure to the younger guys. But there hadn't been a bar there that night and Carrie had insisted she enjoyed a night off. I'd watched from afar that night as she danced with the old ladies; they'd had to drag her from where she'd been sitting. She wasn't one, but in my opinion she was still the most valuable woman to the club.

She'd drank and laughed and shimmied in the fire and moonlight as I'd watched her. In a totally non creepy way.

Okay, it might have even a little bit creepy.

But I couldn't help myself. It felt like I was in one of those country songs my dad always played on the farm while I was growing up.

Her auburn hair had spun freely as she twirled and danced. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her head fell back and she laughed and then she'd snorted loud enough for me to hear. The pride had gone into fits of laughter then, Liza falling into the sand as she tried to control her laughter. Charlie had tried helping her up but it had resulted in her falling into the sand too. She'd landed softly which was good since she was pregnant. I'd been sitting next to Seal while our top three stood close to their women. When they'd realized how drunk they were, the intervened, whisking them away and into the tents they'd set up on the beach. Although I still wasn't sure what Charlie's excuse had been. She hadn't been able drink.

While the other old ladies had been carried away, Brenda had just kept dancing. All by herself.

We'd danced plenty of times at the club, but I'd never slept with her. At the time I'd had no idea if she knew how I felt about her or not. If Carrie had been able to pick up on it, she must have.