Free Freedom to Ride - Resolution (Raven's MC) by Suzanne Clark Page B

chest, as he watched Deanna lift and swing around the pole, her leather pants emphasising her fantastic ass and he felt himself hardening.
    As she wrapped her legs around the pole and stretched back her breasts practically fell out of her top. Nate was about to move towards her when he felt fingernails dig into his arm and he groaned internally when he saw the annoying blonde from earlier.
    “I can do a private show for you if you want, handsome. I’ll make you forget all about your wife,” she purred, trailing a taloned fingernail up his arm and he glowered down at her.
    “I’m no’ fuckin’ interested,” he said harshly, seriously pissed off at her persistence. There wasn’t a woman on earth who could compare to Deanna.
    Deanna twirled and came to an abrupt stop when she spotted the blonde bitch Stardust with her nasty claws hooked into her man. Nate’s expression did please Deanna as she could tell that he was annoyed with the woman.
    As Deanna stood staring at them she remembered the last gift she’d bought for Nate’s birthday and knew just what she had to do.
    Jumping off stage, Deanna quickly disappeared into the bedroom within the clubhouse that she and Nate sometimes used when they wanted privacy.
    She hurriedly changed into a slinky outfit she’d bought for the perfect moment to surprise Nate. It was a short black leather dress that had sections cut out in the front, exposing her stomach and cleavage with slashes along the back. Deanna re-applied her dark makeup and fluffed up her curly hair.
    Finally she found and picked up Nate’s present, struggling with its weight. She’d been impressed with just how heavy it was when it had been delivered the day before.
    Walking back into the clubhouse main room she spotted Nate stood at the bar with Logan, Bruce and Fraser. Megan was exchanging heated words with the blonde who was still glued to Nate’s side, obviously not taking the hint.
    Deanna walked slowly towards Nate with a naughty smile on her face and he caught sight of her prowling across the room. His eyes devoured her as he noticed that she’d changed into another outfit, one that showed off her body more than he wanted the other members to see.
    She came to a stop in front of him, holding his present hidden behind her back the best she could.
    “Babe, what are you . . ,” Nate broke off shocked when she abruptly knelt on the floor in front of him, bowing her head in subservience. All around them the members quietened to watch what was about to happen.
    “I will serve and honour you to my last breath. For your birthday, I present this to you, my Liege,” Deanna announced dramatically. She pulled the massive sword from behind her back and held it up in offering above her head, her arms shaking under the heavy weight.
    Complete silence reigned, even the heavy metal music had been turned down in the background as the whole club watched as Deanna stayed kneeling, her face bowed.
    After a few moments she nervously raised her head and the expression on Nate’s face thrilled her. She’d taken him by complete surprise again.
    “Fuck. I didn’t think she could beat his last birthday. But it looks like Nate’s about to die of shock. Well done, Deanna. I’m interested to know what you’ll do for his birthday next year,” Logan yelled boisterously, breaking the tension and the members roared with laughter.
    Deanna’s mouth twitched as she stared up into Nate’s fierce face, who still hadn’t moved for several seconds.
    “Nate . . ?,” she asked, starting to get worried.
    He slowly bent and took the sword, his expression giving nothing away as he stared intently at her. She was thankful when he took the sword as her arms were shaking badly with the weight of it and was almost about to let it drop.
    “What is it?” Nate asked quietly, unable to take his eyes off her.
    “A sword, ya numpty,” one of the members barked and the men laughed drunkenly.
    “Shut it. I meant what