6. Saint

Chapter 6

Saint

M y head is splitting. I got back to the clubhouse last night and the boys weren’t ready to stop celebrating my return. I had way too much to drink. But not enough to have a go with Barbie. When she shimmied up to me, I could tell by the look on her face she was a woman on a mission. I put one hand out, even though it was fuzzy to look at, and stopped her. “I need some breathing room, Barbie.”

She acted like a kicked dog, but I’m not the type to chase and coddle. Plus, I know Barbie. Only a few minutes later she was walking to one of the back rooms with another brother.

This morning, or heck this afternoon, I’m barely able to function as I walk back toward the common area of the clubhouse. Already it’s full of bikers. It’s late afternoon, and I guess I had more sleep to catch up on than I thought. That or I was just too wasted.

I stop at the first table and lay my head down, waiting on the pounding to stop. After not drinking for four years, last night really did a number on me.

The guys are all laughing at me. Gage sits down next to me and pecks his fingers on the hard wood next to my head. It vibrates like a son of a bitch through my already aching brain. “You need a Cat Special.”

I whip my head up and ignore the woozy feeling that gives me. “Cat Special? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I know I couldn’t have been that off the mark with her. She doesn’t seem like the kind to move from one brother to another, but hell, I don’t know what a Cat Special is.

Gage holds his hands up, still laughing at my sorry ass. “It’s a drink the sexy bar kitten makes that fixes almost any hangover.”

Just thinking of Cat has me hard again and ready to go see her. “What time is it?”

Gage just shrugs his shoulders. He knows I’m asking because I’m wondering if Cat is at work already. “She’s there.”

My fists clench. “How do you know she’s there?” I stretch my palms out against the hard wood. This girl’s already got me fucked up and I haven’t even gotten a taste of her yet. Not really.

Gage gets up and starts walking toward the door. “I know she’s there because she lives above the bar. C’mon, I’ll take you in the truck.”

I get up and follow behind him. She lives above the bar? It makes me wonder what kind of safety measures Ranger has put in place to keep fuckers from going up there. I’ll have to be sure to check that out.

During the short ride to the bar, Gage decides to give me a warning. “So you know, Ranger’s the one that warned everyone to leave Cat alone, but I have to admit I have his back on that one.”

Looking out the window, I weigh his words. I know she hasn’t been at the club long, only a few months, but it seems she already has all the guys wanting to protect her. “Oh yeah, so then why are you taking me to her?”

I turn to look at him, and finally he answers me. “Because I figure you’ve been through enough. And honestly, I think you might be what Cat needs. But what I’m telling you is to not fuck it up. She deserves someone that’s not going to hurt her.”

I nod my head at him, knowing what he’s saying. I know before I was an ass of epic proportions. I’m different now. I’ve changed. And I know that Gage thinks Cat needs me, but honestly, I think I’m the one that needs Cat.

We walk into the bar and Gage goes back to Troy, the president of the MC’s, office. I go to the back room and find Cat doing inventory.

She looks happy to see me and even with the hangover, I’m ready to fuck her senseless. Luckily, the hangover has me moving a lot slower. She takes pity on me and smiles as she crosses her arms across her chest. “Hangover?”

I nod my head and even that small movement hurts. She’s sweet the way she takes me by the hand and guides me back to the bar. She walks me to a stool and I sit down holding my head in my hand, wanting to close my eyes to soothe the pain, but still unable to look away from her. She has on cutoff jean shorts and a black T-shirt with the Ride or Die logo on it. She’s beautiful and takes my breath away.

She starts pouring out a few different things and then stirs it up. She sets a big glass down in front of me. “It tastes like shit but give it ten minutes and you’ll start to feel like yourself again,” she says, her voice the only sound so far that day that doesn’t make my head spin or feel like it’s about to explode in pain.

I drink down the Cat Special in one big gulp and she’s right. It tastes like shit. But just like she said, my head is already slowly starting to feel better.

She’s been quiet while I lay here with my head on the bar top. I see her moving around and she stops to check on me every now and then. I’m definitely not going to be drinking like that again. As I watch her ass swing back and forth, I’m thankful that I wasn’t so fucked up last night that I took Barbie up on her offer. I know if I had, any chance I would’ve had with Cat would have been over.

After a few more minutes, my head is finally feeling back to normal, and when Cat walks by me again, I stop her, putting my hand out and grabbing on to her arm. “That drink was nasty as fuck, but it worked. Now all I need is a kiss and I’ll be one hundred percent.”

I expect her to deny me, but instead she surprises me by leaning over and kissing my forehead before quickly pulling away. I almost grab her to pull her in for a real kiss like the one we had last night, until I hear Gage hollering from the back offices. “Saint, let’s go. I want to get you caught up.”

I just shake my head. Gage always did have awful timing. “I have to go, but I’ll come see you before I leave,” I promise her.

She just smiles and walks to the back room. I want to follow her, the temptation is there, but Gage hollers for me again.

I walk back to the offices and Gage and Troy catch me up on the recent dealings with the club. It’s so different now, but I like it. Instead of talking about all the shady drug deals and illegal shit, we’re talking about cleaning up the town and doing things right. Makes me proud to be a part of this club and where it’s going. Once they’re done with me, they bring Ranger in to go over the paperwork with the bar, and I sneak off to check on Cat.

The bar is empty and quiet. But I hear voices from the back. It sounds like Cat is arguing with someone and I go to see what’s up.