Nova (MorningStar MC Novels, New Orleans Chapter #2)

Chapter 19

Chapter

Nineteen

NOVA

“ I am not getting on that,” I smirk as I think of how she rode me on the couch after my family finally left.

“That’s not what you said earlier.” I wink at her.

“Maddox, motorcycles are a death trap.” I sigh and put my hands on my hips.

She’s wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans and a white t-shirt that clings to her breast in such a seductive way I want to throw her over my shoulder and head back to our bed.

“Dove, I’m the Road Captain of the club. You are my wife. It’s implied that you ride with me. So take a deep breath, put on your big girl panties, and hop on.” I swing my leg over the Harley and wait for her.

“I would if you had bought me any,” She scolds me, but I arch an eyebrow.

“Are you complaining about me having easy access to what’s mine?” She rolls her eyes but climbs on behind me.

“No, but it’s just because it’s not cold here.” I chuckle and start the Harley.

I rev the engine several times to let her feel the bike’s vibration.”

“Dove, the way you keep rolling your eyes at me, your ass will never be cold again. Remember how much I like your skin pink?” She shivers and squirms against the memory and the bike.

“Need my help?” She winds her arms around my chest and lays her face on my shoulder.

“No.” I put my sunglasses on and pull out of the lot, smiling at her grumpy tone.

“Liar, but I’ll spank you for it later.” She hisses at my words and the speed I pick up as I weave through the light traffic to Royal so she can meet the rest of the club.

I pull in out back and grin when I see a bike parked in the line that doesn’t belong. Up against the building, leaning with one knee bent on the brick wall, is our Reno chapter’s Medic.

Her blonde curls blow in the breeze as she studies us.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite manwhore.” Simone gasps, but I dismiss her reaction because I know Shock is just living up to her fucking road name as usual.

“Hey, that’s high-priced manwhore to you. I’m easy, not cheap.” This time, my wife hits the back of my head.

“Excuse you,” she growls, making Shock laugh.

“I’m just out here doing God’s work.” I tease Simone, who is now ready to murder me if the look of her eyes means much.

“I thought you didn’t sell sex.” Her eyes are narrowed, watching me closely.

“No. I sold fantasies, at least I used to. I’m a reformed ‘ho.” I reach over and pull her to me so I can kiss her before she can keep talking.

“I never thought I’d see the fucking day.” I laugh at her voice.

“Simone, this is my godsister Hannah, otherwise known as Shock.” I introduce them and watch them chat for a moment until Shock starts telling her embarrassing childhood stories.

“Nope, that’s enough.” I grab Simones’s hand and start leading her inside Spirits, the club’s brewery, and the clubhouse.

“But I was just about to tell her about it,” I throw my hand over Shock’s mouth.

“Shut it before my wife asks me for an annulment again,” I hiss at her smiling eyes.

“Damn, she asked for one already?” I turn to see my VP Cowboy looking from me to Simone.

“Wow,” Simone says, taking Cowboy in.

“Hey, there, Darlin’,” Kooper thickens his southern accent and tips his Stetson at her.

“Go flirt with your own wife,” I grumble as I steer Simone away from him and sit her at the bar where my President is practicing his best Tom Cruise impression of Cocktail.

Shirtless.

“What the actual fuck. Are you all punking me?” I call out to the club members, who are standing around and acting like they’re working.

“Nova, you sound paranoid.” Skull, our medic, draws on his Scottish brogue while he saunters over with his tattoos on full display and his kilt swishing around his knees.

“Damn, can I trade bikers?” Simone fans her face.

“Alright, that’s it. You’re all assholes!” The room erupts in laughter and greetings for us.

“Congrats, man. Maybe now you can calm the fuck down.” Seer hugs me.

“I take it you won’t be coming to see me for Viagra any longer.” Everyone around Skull goes quiet.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality!” I hiss at him while Simone covers her laugh.

“You were serious?” she whispers to me.

“Go get a doctor if ya want that shite,” Skull shrugs and walks away after dropping that bomb.

“Viagra?” Shock stares straight at my dick.

“Hey! Eyes up here, blondie.” Simone blocks her view, and I grab her hips, holding her to me like a shield.

“They’re all normally more civil than this,” I say the words in her ear, but she isn’t hearing it.

“No one you’ve introduced me to seems normal.” I chuckle and kiss her cheek.

“I never said they were normal Dove. But they are loveable in an insane way.” I turn to see Jester walking in, looking a little crazed.

His hair is a mop of curls on the top of his head. He’s wearing black muddy clothes with dirt on his face like he’s been to battle and back. He walks around the bar, pours a mug of one of our new pale ales, drains it, and starts pouring a second before he says a word to anyone.

“Congrats on the wife,” He spits the words out before finishing off the second beer.

“You good?” I ask him, trying to figure out what is going on.

“Not even a little bit. Cowboy, I need two prospects, shovels, and a few bags of Oil-Dry.” Before he can down a third mug, Seer grabs it out of his hand and stares at him for an explanation.

“What the fuck is going on,” Our president demands answers, to which Jester picks up the remote and starts one of the TVs we have hanging on the walls.

The evening news is covering an emergency plane landing in the bayou.

Gasps fill the bar as we watch Jester’s plane come down on the television. The reporter calls him a hero for not only saving all the passengers but also avoiding all homes and vehicles in his path. He took out some trees and power lines, but otherwise, it looks like a fucking miracle he’s alive.

“What the fuck happened?” I turn back to Jester.

“I was hired for an Angel flight by this lovely older couple. They wanted to pick up their daughter and grandbaby in Mexico and then return home for medical treatment. It didn’t go as planned.” He sits down heavily on a barstool.

“Angel flight?” Simone asks.

“It’s a bunch of volunteer pilots that fly patients for free to get the medical services they need,” I answer her, but I don’t take my eyes off Jester.

“I was shot down.” He turns angry eyes at our President.

“Who?” Seer growls, but Jester shrugs.

“I don’t know.”