Viper’s skeptical response didn’t sway her. She was going to talk to Megan privately before she left.
Turning the topic to something less depressing, Winter asked Willa if she started having any cravings yet. Willa and Lucky had found out last week that she was two months pregnant.
“Didn’t I mention the cupcakes?” Willa shook her head at herself. “Sugar has always been my downfall.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Lucky gave his wife a lusty wink. “Cupcakes aren’t what Willa’s been craving.”
Viper rolled his eyes at Lucky’s bragging. “Enjoy it while you can. The first five months is fun, but wait until you can’t get your zipper up because your dick is too sore.”
Winter choked on her iced tea, and Viper tried to pat her back. She punched him for the effort.
“I’m going to kill you for that when we get home.”
Her husband was unfazed. “Maybe I’ll get a good night’s sleep.” Leaning back, he placed the linen napkin on his lap as Megan served the salads with the other waitress.
The whole table cracked up as Winter fumed. She had to admit her libido had been on overdrive since becoming pregnant, but her husband must have been boasting to the men before tonight.
She decided to take him down a peg or two.
“If you’d done it right the first time, I wouldn’t have to keep asking for repeat performances.”
The look Viper gave her had her nipples tightening in arousal. Satisfied he had shut her down, he started talking to Stud behind him.
Jerk.
Winter was debating dumping her iced tea over his head the way Penni had dumped a pitcher over Killyama’s. The woman was sitting next to Sex Piston. Killyama was stunning in a long gown. The bottom half was black and so tight Winter didn’t know how she moved. The top was white and crossed between her breasts, leaving her upper chest and midriff bare. It showed off her killer body when she walked to the restroom.
Train watched Killyama’s movements, his face impassive as she passed his table. He had only been back from his mission for a week. His hair was longer, tied behind his neck, and he had lost weight. Winter couldn’t understand why he didn’t try to date Killyama. It was obvious he had a thing for the woman, and it was obvious she returned the feeling.
“Stay out of it,” Viper stated, having turned to see who she was staring at.
“What? I was just watching King. He’s making sure Megan doesn’t carry anything heavy.” Other workers carried the entrees while Megan gave out the butter and condiments.
“Mm-hmm.”
“All right, I was wondering why Train doesn’t get the stick out of his ass and make a play for Killyama,” Winter confessed. “His eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he saw her naked at Aunt Shay’s house. He couldn’t even eat lunch when we went out.”
Viper started cutting his steak. “Can you see her as a Last Rider?”
Winter blanched. “No.”
“That’s why. Eat your steak.”
The thought of Killyama as a Last Rider had her made her lose her appetite. There wasn’t enough land in the graveyard where Gavin was buried to bury them all. Winter could only think of two women in the clubhouse that would be safe from her wrath. Train and Rider had a knack of sneaking under a woman’s guard, and into her panties.
“Worried?” Viper’s white teeth snagged a bite of her steak.
“Terrified.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
Winter lowered her lashes, studying the other wives. “It could be worth it. She could be interested in Rider. At least then I would be in the clear,” she said out of the corner of her mouth, thankful the rest of the table was talking and not listening to them.
“For now.”
Viper’s playful mood was contagious. Ever since the night he had found out she was pregnant, her husband had become less rigid and more lighthearted. It had made her love him even more, deepening the bond between them.
“Not even if a zombie apocalypse took out every living man?”
“Pretty girl, how you have lived with Rider and not managed to know him better is a mystery to me. If Rider wants something, he gets it. That’s why he has motorcycles that some collectors would give their eye teeth to own.”
She watched Rider steal the breadbasket from the table next to him. “Unless the woman was made out of food, I think she’d be safe.”
She turned serious when she saw Curt Dawkins come in the door of the restaurant, his eyes looking wild.
The whole room watched as Megan went to the door to talk to him. When he grabbed her arm, Viper and Shade stood up, King and Knox not far behind them. They closed in on the arguing couple, maneuvering them outside.
Anxiously, she waited for them to come back inside, this time without Megan, Curt, and Knox. Winter knew it was bad.
Her husband resumed his seat, covering her hand with his.
“What happened?” she asked.