“That would once again be a hell no.”

“You’re awfully good with him.”

“I like kids just as long as they belong to someone else,” I answered honestly. When Wyatt reached for her, she looked at me to gauge my response. “Sure. You can hold him.”

Wyatt happily dove into her waiting arms. “Aren’t you a charmer?” she murmured, to which Wyatt gurgled happily.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” I said as she sweet-talked Wyatt.

“I’m Samantha.”

Extending my hand, I said, “I’m Bishop.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said as she balanced Wyatt in one arm and shook my hand with the other.

From her introduction, I knew she was as new to the MC lifestyle as Marley was. Most of the women we associated with knew that when introducing themselves, they were to say which man they belonged to and, depending on the type of party, which chapter her man belonged to. “You’re Marley’s girlfriend.”

She nodded. “I am.”

“I’ve heard lots about you.”

Her dark eyebrows rose in suspicion. “You have?”

With a wink, I replied, “It was all good. I promise.”

Samantha smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I take it this is your first MC party?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“And what do you think about it?”

After glancing around the room, she answered, “It’s interesting.”

I laughed. “This one is pretty tame. Wait until you go to a rally.”

“How’s a rally different?”

“Well, it’s more of a drunken free-for-all with lots of half-naked people hooking up in the broad daylight.” When she widened her eyes, I added, “It has to be seen to be believed.”

After wrinkling her nose, she said, “Somehow I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”

“You’ll get used to it. Especially if Marley becomes a prospect.”

She nodded. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I do love a good party. I’m just not sure I want to see a bunch of naked strangers getting it on.” With a grin, she added, “I can see better porn from the comfort of my own home.”

I laughed. “I like your way of thinking.”

It was at that moment Marley appeared. “Hey, B, I see you finally got to meet my girl.”

“You’re a lucky man,” I replied.

Marley shot me a broad grin before leaning over to plant a smacking kiss on Samantha’s lips, which caused her to jerk back slightly. Her reaction seemed a little weird, but then she gave him a beaming smile. “I guess I better hand over this cutie,” she said. After I took Wyatt back from her, she said, “Thanks for letting me hold him.”

“Anytime.”

She then slid her arm around Marley’s waist as they started away from me. Just as they got halfway across the room, she glanced over her shoulder at me, giving me that catlike smile again. I jerked my chin up at her in acknowledgment.

When she turned her head, I groaned, which caused Wyatt to glance up at me in surprise. I smiled at him. “Little Man, your uncle is in deep shit.”

I spent the rest of the evening trying not to think, least of all fantasize, about Samantha. It was a losing battle. Even as I tried occupying my mind by making the rounds and talking to other club members, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Most of the thoughts involved having her on her back while pounding her senseless.

After about an hour of trying to avoid her and my out-of-control sexual thoughts, I somehow managed to end up at the pool table where she and Marley were playing. Just as I thought about running away, Marley handed me his stick. “Why don’t you try a round? I’m getting my ass kicked and my wallet fleeced at the moment.”

With a chuckle, I motioned to one of our newest patch members, Crazy Ace. “He’s a real hustler.”

Marley groaned. “Don’t I know it?”

Motioning to the pool table, I said, “Rack ’em up. Let’s see if you can do any better against me.”

Samantha shook her head. “He’s just going to end up embarrassing himself by having to bum money off me.”

“Hey, now,” Marley countered with a smile.

“Truth hurts, babe,” Samantha said before leaning up to kiss Marley. I fought the urge to toss my stick on the table and walk away. Instead, I took the chalk and rubbed some on my cue.

A tap on my shoulder had me whirling around. It was Joe Casterini, or Jolting Joe, our newest prospect. He was also the bartender when we had parties. “Hey, B, we’re just about out of beer on tap.”

I nodded. “Take one of the other prospects and run down to the warehouse. There should be some kegs there.”

“Sounds like a plan, except I’m the only prospect here tonight,” Joe replied.

“Shit. That’s right.”

Holding up his hand, Joe said, “I can totally handle it alone.”

Even if he couldn’t make it up the hill with the steel keg, he knew as a prospect he shouldn’t try to pussy out of a situation. I glanced over at Marley. “Hey, man, want to help out?”

He grinned as he set his beer down on the pool table’s edge. “You bet your ass I’m down for anything that involves more beer.”

With a laugh, I said, “Glad you’re so eager to help.”

“Seriously, though. I’ve been thinking about what you said about joining up with the club. Figure that helping out and pitching in is all part of it, right?” Marley asked.