Ma’am?” I looked at Matty. “He just called me Ma’am!” I was completely appalled, but Matt, used to my reaction to the word, just smirked and shrugged. I turned back to Rocker. “Do I look old to you?”
Rocker looked taken aback. His whole face fell. “No, Ma’a… ugh,” he shook his head again. “Nope.”
I smiled, trying not to laugh. He was just too adorable. I liked him immediately. “Let me guess. They call you Rocker but,” I paused, casting a side glance at Matty, “it’s actually Rock Her.” I leaned a little closer. “Like the ladies, huh?” Rocker’s face got a little red and the other men laughed. I held out my hand. “Joey.”
Rocker took my hand in a nice, firm handshake. I couldn’t help but notice how calloused and cracked his hands were. He either rode a lot, or he worked with his hands. “Joey?” he asked, glancing back at Matty. I liked the way he said it with his voice raising a little on the ‘ey’.
I nodded. “Joey. As in the cute little kangaroo.” I winked at him.
Rocker laughed. His eyes traveled over my body. One of the other men made a comment about me being a kangaroo with boxing gloves, and they all laughed. “It fits. I like it.” He looked back at Matt. “Is she…”
Matty stepped forward, grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers. “Yeah. Something like that.” He stepped closer to me, his legs and body touching mine. It felt like I’d just been zapped, electricity running through him into me. I wondered if he felt it too.
Is she what? Before I could ask, one of the other men spoke up. “Hey Mateo, does she kick like a kangaroo when she…” that one I understood before he finished and I cut him off.
Turning toward the voice, I smiled. “Hey now!” I held up my hand. “If he tells you that with me standing right here, he’s never going to get to experience it again.”
Matty laughed, shrugging, and leaned in to kiss my forehead. "You are amazing," he whispered. He stood. "Joey, this is Dean." He pointed to the man that had asked the question. He went around the circle of bikers, introducing each. I was surprised by their names. Other than Rocker, Tiny (who was anything but, so I didn't want to know where that nickname came from,) and Hawk, they all had normal names. And none of them were nearly as scary as I had first thought.
Rocker nodded at us, giving me a dazzling smile. “If he gives you any trouble, any at all, you let me know. I’ll take care of him.”
I pointed my free thumb back at Matty. “This guy? Nah, I’ve got this one under control.”
The group laughed. Rocker smiled again. “I see that. We’re headed to the bah down the street, wanna come?”
Matty shook his head. “Nope. We’re headed out to dinner for some,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “us time.” He returned his voice to normal. “You come all the way up for drinks?”
“We had a job.”
“I would’ve come, if you’d called.”
Rocker shook his head. “Nah, man, we got this one. I’ll call you tomorrow to fill you in, and I'll see you soon?” Matt nodded and said his good byes to the group as they left.
Rocker turned around and gave me one last smile. “It was nice to meet you, Little Kangaroo.”
I laughed. “You, too Rocker. You, too.”
Seven
The tavern Matty took me to wasn’t very far down the road, but there was a line out the door. I was surprised when the bouncer let us in, acting as if he knew Matty, but there seemed to be a lot of people down here that knew my friend. I was starving by the time Matty got us seats and food in the dining section. The bar was open at full swing, and through the window sized holes in the walls, we could see the dance floor. Matty explained that the tavern used to be two separate businesses, in two separate buildings, neither with enough space. So, they combined. It seemed to be working for them. The bar was so crowded I couldn’t see an inch of empty
Rocker looked taken aback. His whole face fell. “No, Ma’a… ugh,” he shook his head again. “Nope.”
I smiled, trying not to laugh. He was just too adorable. I liked him immediately. “Let me guess. They call you Rocker but,” I paused, casting a side glance at Matty, “it’s actually Rock Her.” I leaned a little closer. “Like the ladies, huh?” Rocker’s face got a little red and the other men laughed. I held out my hand. “Joey.”
Rocker took my hand in a nice, firm handshake. I couldn’t help but notice how calloused and cracked his hands were. He either rode a lot, or he worked with his hands. “Joey?” he asked, glancing back at Matty. I liked the way he said it with his voice raising a little on the ‘ey’.
I nodded. “Joey. As in the cute little kangaroo.” I winked at him.
Rocker laughed. His eyes traveled over my body. One of the other men made a comment about me being a kangaroo with boxing gloves, and they all laughed. “It fits. I like it.” He looked back at Matt. “Is she…”
Matty stepped forward, grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers. “Yeah. Something like that.” He stepped closer to me, his legs and body touching mine. It felt like I’d just been zapped, electricity running through him into me. I wondered if he felt it too.
Is she what? Before I could ask, one of the other men spoke up. “Hey Mateo, does she kick like a kangaroo when she…” that one I understood before he finished and I cut him off.
Turning toward the voice, I smiled. “Hey now!” I held up my hand. “If he tells you that with me standing right here, he’s never going to get to experience it again.”
Matty laughed, shrugging, and leaned in to kiss my forehead. "You are amazing," he whispered. He stood. "Joey, this is Dean." He pointed to the man that had asked the question. He went around the circle of bikers, introducing each. I was surprised by their names. Other than Rocker, Tiny (who was anything but, so I didn't want to know where that nickname came from,) and Hawk, they all had normal names. And none of them were nearly as scary as I had first thought.
Rocker nodded at us, giving me a dazzling smile. “If he gives you any trouble, any at all, you let me know. I’ll take care of him.”
I pointed my free thumb back at Matty. “This guy? Nah, I’ve got this one under control.”
The group laughed. Rocker smiled again. “I see that. We’re headed to the bah down the street, wanna come?”
Matty shook his head. “Nope. We’re headed out to dinner for some,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “us time.” He returned his voice to normal. “You come all the way up for drinks?”
“We had a job.”
“I would’ve come, if you’d called.”
Rocker shook his head. “Nah, man, we got this one. I’ll call you tomorrow to fill you in, and I'll see you soon?” Matt nodded and said his good byes to the group as they left.
Rocker turned around and gave me one last smile. “It was nice to meet you, Little Kangaroo.”
I laughed. “You, too Rocker. You, too.”
Seven
The tavern Matty took me to wasn’t very far down the road, but there was a line out the door. I was surprised when the bouncer let us in, acting as if he knew Matty, but there seemed to be a lot of people down here that knew my friend. I was starving by the time Matty got us seats and food in the dining section. The bar was open at full swing, and through the window sized holes in the walls, we could see the dance floor. Matty explained that the tavern used to be two separate businesses, in two separate buildings, neither with enough space. So, they combined. It seemed to be working for them. The bar was so crowded I couldn’t see an inch of empty
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