Troubled Son -- Savage Sons Motorcycle Club

by King, J. D.

  Bethany leaned up against the wall and took her time as she scanned me again, as if she was trying to make up her mind about me. "You ain't likely to make friends, honey. Moses is a prize, and every girl in this place would give up her left tit to be with him."

  I decided to play dumb. "He is cute, huh?"

  She looked at me and shook her head. "He's more than cute and you fuckin' know it. He's loaded from what I can tell, and he's a good guy. Ain't a gangbanger and always takes care of the girls. Not all the Sons are as gentle as he is with the ladies. He gets off and gets out, but you ain't gonna be bruised up or nothin'" Bethany good up straight and started to walk back toward the room "You know all this. Sable will let the girls know the score, and as long as you don't do anything stupid, you'll be alright. But you let me know if you're gonna cut that man loose. I'll be first in line to take your place."

  I watched her walk back into the room -- her short black skirt slipping down just enough to reveal the strings of a black thong. There was no way I'd ever be able to look at her without remembering her hands on the blonde girl's body. I went into the bathroom and locked the door, looking at myself in the mirror.

  "Get your shit together," I whispered to my reflection. Still not used to my bleached hair, I fluffed it up and smiled, thinking about the girly posters outside. I hitched my jeans up slightly and adjusted my bra a bit, pleased with my cleavage. My goal for the evening was to meet all of the Sons and see if there were any of the girls who might be friendly. I didn't have high hopes on that score. Taking a deep breath, I washed my hands, stood up straight, put my shoulders back and headed back into the room.

  Aware of the eyes on me, I walked slowly and confidently, and I tried to put a sexy swing in my hips, letting everyone get a long look at me. As I approached the bar, I watched Moses as he followed me with his eyes. He looked like he was enjoying the view. A woman had joined him, sitting next to Joker, and I figured that it had to be Sable, Joker's old lady.

  She sat on the stool I'd vacated, and Joker's hand on her thigh marked her as his property. She had a mane of thick, nearly black hair, and even though she had to be close to my mother's age -- I'd guess her at around mid-fifties, she was still pretty hot. She was wearing tight, dark jeans and a loose, sheer black top over a black bra with silver stitching. She was tiny, and I guessed that when she stood up -- even with the three-inch heels she wore -- that she'd only reach my shoulder. As I got closer, I noticed the ink on her arms. Vibrant, intricate dragons -- black, emerald green, and indigo -- curled around both of her wrists. I'd never seen work so dramatic and gorgeous. The tats suited her.

  I walked up next to Moses, and before I knew what was happening, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me toward him for a kiss. I wasn't expecting it, and I sure wasn't expecting his lips to linger as long as they did on mine. The heat shocked me, especially since the touch was so light. While his lips were on mine, I involuntarily gasped, and the breath brought his intoxicating scent closer. I grabbed his arm as I felt my knees start to buckle.

  He pulled away and looked at me. For a moment it was like we were the only two people in the room. He laughed. "Miss me?"

  I tried to speak and had to clear my throat before I was able to make a sound. "Always," I purred, leaning toward him and pressing myself up against him.

  Moses kept his arm around me, and even though it was a distraction, I left it there.

  "Max, this is Sable, Joker's old lady. She keeps the girls in line -- as well as anyone can, anyway -- and she's the person you go to if you have a problem with any of the girls."

  I wasn't sure if I should offer my hand, so I just nodded at her. "Nice to meet you."

  "You too, sugar. Any woman who can get Moses locked down is someone I want to get to know."

  Sable seemed genuinely warm, and I relaxed a bit Maybe it wasn't going to be that hard to work my way into the confidence of the Sons' girls after all.

  Chapter 20

  Moses

  I figured that Bethany would be the best pick to show Max the bathroom. I didn't expect her to be nice, but I expected that Max would return with all of her limbs attached. I probably sound like an arrogant ass, but the girls had been falling all over themselves for years, trying to tie me down. I'd had more than one of them tell me I didn't need to bother with a rubber, but there was no way I was falling for that line. The last thing I needed was a hooker knocked up with my kid.

  I made myself turn away from watching Max's ass as she crossed the room, and I looked at Joker. "Everything okay, man. You look like something's weighing on you."

  "Fuckin' Jimmy called me about an hour ago. His boys are all fired up -- ready to waste the first Vandal they see."

  Not good news. "Did you get him calmed down?"

  "Yeah. He's riding down for church on Sunday, though. He wants to be here when we decide on our game plan."

  "Well, that should make it interesting." Before I could say anything more, I smelled Sable's perfume and shut my mouth. She would weasel her way into every club meeting if we'd let her. I tried to discuss as little with her as I could.

  She slipped her arm around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Hey, sugar. Long time, no see. Where you been hiding yourself?"

  Joker grabbed Sable and pulled her away from me. Their mutual jealousy had caused more arguments than I could count, and the fact that she was my aunt didn't keep Joker from looking at me as a potential rival.

  "He's got a hot new piece of ass, sugar. Our boy's all grown up with an old lady and everything."

  Sable looked at me with surprise. "Really? I can't wait to meet the woman who managed to land you."

  "You won't have long to wait. She's in the bathroom."

  She just raised her eyebrows and took Max's seat, eyes glued to the hallway. Max walked into the room like she owned the goddamn place. I watched her hips swinging as she crossed toward me, her jeans sitting low and showing skin that I wanted to run my tongue across. By the time she reached the bar, I told myself that I was going to kiss her just to put on a show for Sable, but I knew it was bullshit. I put my arm around her, and I realized that her skin was soft and warm, and I wondered if she was as soft everywhere else.

  Part of me wanted to crush her lips with mine, but I wasn't sure if she'd put up with that. I decided to settle for a quick, light kiss. My plans changed the second our lips touched. I couldn't back away. We were barely touching, and I instantly got hard as a rock. I could feel my cock grow as I finally backed off, realizing that I wasn't going to be able to control myself if we carried on any longer.

  We were just supposed to be putting on an act, but my erection sure felt real, and as I looked at Max, I realized that she was just as turned on as I was. Her mouth was open slightly as she looked at me, and I really wanted nothing more than to pick her up, take her to my room, and fuck her speechless.

  Instead, I introduced her to Sable.

  Max looked down at Sable's inked wrists. "Your work is gorgeous. I've never seen anything quite like that."

  Sable laughed at her. "Thanks. You know, you could probably get a discount on some work of your own, you know."

  Max looked puzzled.

  "The work's mine, Max," I told her. I was actually really proud of Sable's pieces.

  Max's eyes widened, like it hadn't occurred to her that I could have done work that good. I wasn't being arrogant, but Sable's was some of the best ink I'd ever done.

  "Maybe we should schedule you for a consultation, Max," I said, thinking about how hot she'd look with some of my ink on her. I was never going to get rid of my hard on by fantasizing about her naked body branded by my designs.

  "We can certainly discuss that later," she answered, putting an end to the conversation.

  I told Joker and Sable that I wanted to introduce Max to a few other folks, and we worked our way through the room. I concentrated on the Sons and pretty much ignored the girls. Bug wasn't around, but I did talk to J.C. for a minute while Zeno tried to
talk Max into shooting a game of pool. J.C. didn't say a whole lot, but I told him flat out that we needed to be careful about the Vandal situation. I was hoping he'd buck any attempt by Bug to go up and shoot up the Wyoming MC. I knew he had a couple of kids at home, and I hoped J.C. would agree to at least consider options that wouldn't get us all killed. By the time J.C. walked away, Zeno and Max had their heads together at the far end of the pool table.

  I walked over to them and bumped Zeno with my shoulder as I put an arm abound Max. "Hittin' on my old lady already?"

  "Shit," Zeno answered. "She should be so lucky. She's trying to talk me into putting some money on the game."

  I looked at Max and then I looked down at Bethany and Melissa at the far end of the bar. "Honey, you got money to lose?"

  Max leaned over to whisper in my ear, and I could hardly listen to what she was saying because her tits -- all round and firm and right under my nose -- completely distracted me.

  "What?" I asked, when I realized that I hadn't heard a word she'd said.

  Her smile told me that she knew exactly what had distracted me, and she leaned over a second time. "We're not gonna lose money. I can take these girls."

  I guess I must've looked skeptical, because she kissed me on the cheek. "Trust me."

  Zeno shrugged at me and pulled out a quarter, inviting Bethany to call the coin toss to see who would break. I grabbed a barstool and carried it over to the pool table to watch. I was interested to see how Max would handle herself with the girls, and I had to admit that I was looking forward to watching Max shoot pool. Watching her chalk the end of the cue while she observed Beth and Melissa told me a couple of things about her. First, she was smart enough to use the chance to evaluate both the girls' pool abilities and the dynamics between them. Second, holding a pool cue made Max even sexier. She blew the extra chalk off the end, and I adjusted myself in my jeans.

  Zeno slung an arm around Max's shoulder, careful not to pull her too close. "Me and Max against the two of you?"

  Melissa pouted. "But, Zeno, honey, you know that I'm not that good. Can I be on your team? Bethany can carry the new girl."

  Max just stood and smiled, as if she knew something that no one else did.

  Bethany looked at Max. "You any good?"

  "Better than some," Max answered.

  Bethany nodded. She was by far the best pool player among the women, and she even held her own among the guys unless she was deliberately throwing a game to save some fool's ego. I hoped that Max knew what she was getting herself into.

  Zeno tossed the coin and Bethany won it with a tails call.

  "I'll break," she said, as if it never entered her mind to let Max go first.

  Now even if they weren't on top of the pool table making out with one another, the girls in the Sons clubhouse were skilled at using the pool table to seduce men -- whether the sex they had was for money or just for fun. I'd been sucked in more times than I could count by a girl who looked good bent over the table. I was looking forward to watching the game unfold.

  Bethany made sure to catch my eye as she ran her hands up and down the cue before she bent down to make the opening shot. I tried not to stare at Beth's tits that strained the laces on the bustier she wore. I'd seen it all before, and I didn't want the girls to give Max a harder time 'cause they thought they still had a shot at me. I realized that I was fucked, though. I had all this tension built up from having Max behind me on the bike, and all of the flirtation for her cover. Normally, when I needed to get off, I'd find one of the girls to bang -- quick and easy. The problem was that I was all turned on by Max, and I had no place to go.

  Zeno let Melissa go next, the table wide open. She made sure to wiggle her ass in front of Zeno as she took his advice about which ball to shoot for. I wasn't surprised when she missed the solid ball she'd tried to sink in a corner pocket.

  Max was up. She walked all the way around the table, slowly examining the possible shots and angles. Whether or not she was any good, she certainly looked good getting ready to take her shot. Of course, she stopped and decided to shoot right in front of me. She leaned over the table, shirt riding up in the back and revealing the curve of her lower back. I didn't see vary many of those without tramp stamps, and I was lost for a second in a fantasy about how she would look stretched out on my bed, her delicious curves highlighted by the setting sun over the Rocky Mountains. I shook my head as I realize that there was no way in hell that I'd be able to sleep with her that night without relieving some of my tension first. I laughed to myself as I thought about taking matters into my own hands rather than relying on one of the girls. Not ideal, but it would have to do.

  "Twelve off the one in the side," Max said.

  The shot wasn't the easiest on the table, and I grinned as I watched her execute it perfectly. Not only was the shot dead on, but the english on the ball brought it back out into the center of the table and presented her with a perfect shot at the nine. It was possible that she'd gotten lucky, but as I watched her line up the next shot without missing a beat, I had a feeling that she was about to school Zeno and the girls.

  She ran the table. By the end of it, both Melissa and Bethany were laughing at Zeno's shock, and a number of folks had walked over from the bar to watch. When she sank the eight ball, the girls clapped their hands, and Beth put out her hand for the money that Zeno had put on the game.

  "I didn't earn it, but I'm happy to take my half," Beth told Max as she handed over half of the money. "Where'd you learn to play like that?"

  "My mother's brother owns an Irish pub. I'm terrible at darts, but I'm pretty good at pool," she answered modestly. "Signs of a misspent youth, my mother used to tell me."

  Joker handed Max a shot glass filed with amber liquor. "Signs of a misspent youth? I'll drink to that!"

  Max winked at me as she downed her shot. It was awful hard for me to remember that the tall, gorgeous woman in fuck-me jeans and a pool cue in her hands was an FBI agent. I realized that I was wishing that our cover story were true and that we could hardly wait to go to bed and get it on. I was definitely going to need to relieve some tension.

  Even though a couple of the guys challenged her to another game, Max didn't want to play anymore. She came over and stood next to me, arm around my waist, while we watched Joker and Zeno take on Booty and J.C. Max kept turning away offers for more drinks.

  She finally leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Doesn't anyone drink water here? If I have another beer, I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning."

  "Kris will get you some water. Most of the people here aren't really worried about staying hydrated, sugar."

  "I can tell," she said with a wink as she headed to the bar.

  Chapter 21

  Max

  Kris set my glass of water on the bar, and I drained it and asked for a refill. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how all of these people managed to drink nothing but alcohol without getting sick as a dog. I took my full water glass with me as I headed to go convince Moses that it was time for me to go to bed. A couple of the guys had left already, so it wasn't like we'd be the first to leave the party. A I walked over, I saw Bethany leading Zeno into the hallway with the bedrooms, and I wondered if I'd even be able to sleep at all that night. Maybe I was old fashioned, but the thought of hookers plying their trade next door bothered me.

  I sidled up to Moses and put my hand on his thigh, savoring the feel of the tight, hard muscle beneath his jeans. "Moses, I'm beat. Can we bail soon?"

  He looked up at me as if he was concerned, and he leaned over as if he was going to kiss me behind the ear. When I felt his warm breath stir my hair, I could feel my nipples harden.

  "You ok?" he asked.

  "Fine. Just tired. It's been a long day."

  "Okay. I'll get you outta here. You ready?"

  I could tell by the tone of his voice that Moses expected that we'd be teased as we left the room. I was so tired that I didn't even care that I was about to walk down the same
hallway that a prostitute had just followed. I held onto Moses' hand as he stood up.

  "She's dragging me to bed, and I can't tell her no," Moses announced as he pulled me away from the group.

  A chorus of good-natured and quite explicit teasing followed us as Moses led me down the hall and to the door of his bedroom. He opened the door and we walked inside.

  "Oh," I said, focusing first on the fact that there was only one bed -- and it wasn't king-sized.

  Moses let go of my hand the moment the door closed, and he looked at me, trying to assess how I was handling the evening. "Yeah, there's only one bed. If we didn't have other people sleeping here tonight, I'd just give you the bed and find another room, but I really can't. No one would believe that I'm letting a girl as sexy as you sleep alone."

  My first instinct was to say something ridiculous like "Oh, do you really think I'm sexy?" I was not about to let this tattooed bad boy turn me into a simpering idiot.

  "Not a problem." I lowered my voice. "I can be professional."

  "What a shame."

  Moses' voice made me feel weak-kneed.

  "I'm gonna brush my teeth, and then the bathroom's all yours for whatever girly stuff you need to do."

  Moses vanished into the little bathroom off the bedroom, and I turned to my backpack to get my things together. I pulled out my toothbrush, soap, and moisturizer, and stood there trying to decide between the trashy lingerie and the much more tasteful satin sleep shirt. I went with tasteful.

  I heard the toilet flush and the sound of water running. I sat down on the corner of the bed and waited for Moses to emerge. I felt like I really needed to talk to him privately. The folks I'd met that evening -- especially Joker and Zeno -- had been so friendly and had seemed so normal that I was having trouble picturing them doing some of the terrible things I knew they'd done. The more that I thought about it, maybe it wasn't Moses I needed to talk to. Especially when he was close to me, I couldn't imagine that he'd been one of the bad guys for so many years. I didn't want to call Tombley from the clubhouse, but I made up my mind to see if we could meet or talk the following day. I just felt like I needed to get my head straight.