“Babe, it takes a lot more than a little girl’s sassy mouth to get my feelin’s hurt. You should step aside when the adults play. You don’t have shit on my brothers.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll show him adult. He thinks he’s got me because I don’t come back at him, but inside I’m laughing my ass off because I don’t have to lift a finger on this payback. My girls will take care of that for me.
Travler
I can’t get over how easy everything is with her. It’s not like tryin’ to hold down a conversation with anyone else I know. She makes everything fun and exciting. But if she knew my past she’d be disgusted with me. I can never let that happen. I’ll die before my secret is ever exposed. Especially to her, her opinion means the world to me. Without her, fuck life and fuck everything.
Chapter 4
Travler
Once we finished eating dinner and cleaning up, we decide to get me unpacked and settled. Luckily one of her extra rooms has an in-suite bathroom so I don’t have to make sure the boys are covered when I leave the bathroom. I like to get out of the shower and not immediately jump into my clothes. I have a system in place, shit-shower-shave. I’d prefer to do it all in my birthday suite. I don’t know why or how it started it’s just the way I do things.
We get my clothes put away in the drawers and my bathroom essentials put away. Meanwhile, she’s gettin’ text messages left and right and its driving me bat shit crazy. Whoever is texting her has her smiling and I hate that someone else has put that smile on her beautiful face. That’s my job god damn it. I can’t believe I’m getting’ jealous over a fuckin’ text message. What the fuck is wrong with me lately? It’s like I’ve lost my dick and grown a vagina. I want to be everything to her where she doesn’t even consider another man in her bed. Then again, I need her to find someone worthy of her so I can let this fascination I have with her go.
I will never be that man, the one who tears a couple apart. No matter how much it would pain me not to run off any lover or boyfriend she may acquire. No other woman would ever be it for me, so me findin’ someone else is out of the equation. It will never happen, but how I wish it would sometimes. That way she’d move on and the temptation on both our sides will fizzle out. A guy can wish and hold out hope that everything will go to plan like it is in his head. Although I must admit, nothin’s ever gone the way I see it in my mind. But I’ll go with the flow and hope for the best.
“Hey big boy, what’s got you so lost in your head about? Anything going on I could help you out with?” fuck me she’s serious. She thinks somethin’ is wrong and wants to help me out. See this is why I’m so screwed and fucked up in the head when it comes to her.
“Nah babe, just thinkin’ about some club shit and you know as much as I wanna let you in, that’s one thing I can’t share with ya.” She just nods her head and leaves the room quietly. Thinkin’ I’ve upset her I go to leave the room as she’s walkin’ back in.
“I washed the sheets and comforter for you today. I wanted to make sure they were fresh for you to sleep in. I just pulled them out of the package and put on the bed before, hoping it would make me feel like my house was complete.”
Why do I feel like she gets better and better every time I’m around her? Can’t she do something entirely stupid and piss me off. Better yet, turn me off from her. Seriously, all she seems to do is make me want her more. We need to find her a man. That’s all I gotta say about this shit. “Babe, you wanna go on a night ride with me. I’m supposed to do some party at the club tonight, but I’d rather hit the road. My favorite time to ride is late at night. Not many cars out and I can enjoy myself without worryin’ about other idiots on the road wantin’ to maul me over.” She gets excited and squeals, I have never heard her do that before in all the years I’ve known her.
“Yes, yes and yes. Let me go change into some riding clothes and then we’ll hit the road to let the stress of the day fly away with the speed of the bike and wind in my hair. Don’t move, I’m on it.”
As she leaves my room I see her frantically texting away and then I hear a laugh come from her that has my hackles risin’. She’s up to something, I just need to figure out what it is before she pulls that rabbit out of its hat. She’s pulled some shit on me before, she’s good I’ll give you that. Doesn’t mean I like her little pranks though I can never seem to either get mad at her or stay that way for long. She has a hold of my dick like that
Chapter 5
Kaci
Oh, my god! I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees his bike. The girls told me what they did via text message. This is going to be sweet, sweet revenge. Sucks that I won’t be able to record his freak out, it would be too obvious if I whip the phone out as we walk out the front door. I quickly change out of my shorts and tank top I wear to bed and throw on some jeans and t-shirt followed by my riding leather jacket and riding boots. They were a present from my dad, if I didn’t love them so much I would give them back. But my jacket and boots are cool as shit so I kept them. I walk out to the living room and he’s waiting on me. He hands me a helmet from the table near the door and I instantly know it’s new. He bought this just for me. He does care! He isn’t letting me use a helmet that has skank all over it.
I’m so excited to one see his expression at the girls’ handiwork and two to be on the back of his bike snuggled behind him and holding on to him as tight as I possibly can. This is the only time I have an excuse to hold him tight and not have him or anyone else question my motives. Not that I give a fuck what others say or think, but Travler’s brothers and their women’s opinion matters to him. In my quest to win him over, I’d prefer not to make him uncomfortable with our MC family. I roll things off my shoulder faster than he does. He needs their approval and acceptance of every move he makes. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not winey or needy, but his childhood requires their okay.
“Ready to ride babe, let’s escape reality and enjoy the night ride.” I just beam up at him giving him every ounce of excitement so he can be in the mood for what comes next. And hopefully he’ll buy that I had no knowledge of his surprise awaiting him. I need to get my game face on and act surprised right along with him or this evening will go to shit quickly. He already seems edgy, the last thing I want is for him to think that I was in on messing with his ride. She’s his pride and joy as is any bikers bike.
He has a 2012 Harley fatboy and its sharp looking. Its black and all chromed out where the motor and pipes are. It’s a wet dream come true. It’s huge just like its rider and nearly as sexy as he is too. He’s adjusted his handle bars where they’re accustomed to his height so he can easily hold on to them without him reaching too far out, he likes to be relaxed completely as he rides. They lean toward him instead of straight up or leaning out toward the front wheel. He looks happy and relaxed anytime I’ve witnessed him on his ride. Trust me, when I said it’s what wet dreams are made of I wasn’t lying. My vibrator has gotten a lot of workout to images of him on that bike.
He grabs my hand and walks me out the front door. Only stopping long enough to lock the front door and then he practically drags me out toward his one true love. He’s taller than me so I can’t see around him when he notices his upgrade thanks to my girls. All I hear is ‘what. the. Fuck!’ It’s then I realize that it’s time to play my part. “Oh, my god Travler, what happened to your bike? Did you get an upgrade from a kindergartener?” The look I just received would char me to my spot if he could shoot a blaze of fire my way. Oh, yeah, this is gonna be fun.
Travler
“What. The. Fuck!” I shout out into the night. Someone has a mother fuckin’ death wish messin’ with a man’s ride. My ride. Who would be stupid enough to touch my ride? My love. My reason to live! I built that thing from the ground up with King’s help. Tumbler and I both did when we were prospecting for the Rage Ryders. It was a tough transition for me and building that bike with my mentor, sponsor and brother meant everything to me, hell it still does. To see someone disrespect n
ot only that memory but myself as well makes me feel murderous. I’m rackin’ my head tryin to figure out whose so blatantly stupid. They know I’m gonna kick their ass or asses depending on how many were involved in the destruction of my property.
I’m fuming inside. I turn to ask Kaci if she would call my brothers for me, until I notice the laugh she’s working entirely too hard to keep from me. This little wench knows something. If I had to take a guess, I’d say that the whole let’s get you unpacked and settled tonight instead of putting it off had a little to do with her keepin’ me distracted. The little hell cat wants to help fuck with me, that’s fine ‘cause you know what they say about pay back and how she’s a bitch. I can give this shit as well as it can be dished out at me. Just wait you little minx, I’ll get you when you least expect it. But I want to confirm my suspicion before I go all crazy with some pay back.
“You know anything about this baby? Sure, seems like you’re workin’ pretty damn hard to keep a smile off from your face there. Answer carefully and truthfully. I’ll be way more pissed off at you if you keep this information from me.” I give her ‘my don’t lie to me’ face. It’s more of a scowl, but it always seems to work with her.
“Don’t look at me all crazy like, scowling at me mister bad ass biker dude. This shit is fucking funny. I just didn’t want to laugh and upset you more than you are right now. But since you don’t trust me, why don’t you take your god damn fucking ride and shove it up your giant ass!” She screeches at me. I can’t tell if she’s hidin’ somethin’ from me or not. She’s always had a damn good poker face when she didn’t want to get caught. But since I can’t prove that she’s involved I must relent. For now, at least.
Fuck! Why would some random asshole wanna fuck with me like this? This is such a childish bullshit move. I can tell you this though, no man would put streamers on another man’s handlebars and put fake license plates on. This is a bitch move which tells me it’s a female, and guess what? Not many people other than our group knows I’m stayin’ here with you. So, that means when you narrow it down it was your girls wasn’t it?” Busted! I knew it, the look on her face is tellin’ me the truth. Fuck, I shoulda known Riley would make me pay for that little scene in the garage. She was livid with us and embarrassed. Fuck me, I can’t do anything physical as far as payback goes. I promise you this though, I will get those little witches back, one way or another.
“Shit Kaci. Don’t leave all pissed off and shit. I’m sorry, this vandalism of my ride hurts. I hope none of this fucks with my paint job or leaves any sticky residue behind. It’s hard as shit to get sticky, gooey type shit off. I should take it to one of the guys to get it off. I need you, I need my friend right now, so don’t go away mad please.” I’m not lying either; I do need her. Even if her little ass is involved with this shit.
“Alright Travler, let’s get your ride cleaned up so we can hit the night road and destress you from this anxiety you got going on, shall we?” See, this is the reason she holds me so close. No one else would know the right thing to say to me right now.
I do however need to meet with a certain couple of ladies’ old men. My future sister-n-law better at least get her ass spanked for this. I had planned on apologizing to Riley as soon as I saw her next. Now however, she can kiss my ass. I may even give her shit about the garage. I was gonna keep that shit to myself. Like I said, pay back’s a bitch. I don’t wanna embarrass her, but she’s gotta learn along with the others that a man’s ride is un-fuckin touchable. Any of our property is. Regardless if it’s material or our women. The guys and I may need to pull a rabbit out of its hat for this one, ‘cause it needs to be good.
“Alright babe, let’s get to it.”
Chapter 6
Kaci
You forget how free you feel flying down the road with no worries but you, the wind and no problems to worry about during that time. Hell, who can worry about the issues in life when you have the purr of a bike between your legs and the man your madly in love with taking up space between your legs. Arms tightly wrapped around him and enjoying the feel of the rippled six pack he sports beneath his layer of clothing. Feeling the club insignia on the back of his cut rubbing against your nipples making that purr between your legs that much more noticeable. It’s like having a humungous vibrator working for you and you just sit back and enjoy the ride. Trusting the man at the helm of it all is what helps with that feeling of freedom.
Once we were done cleaning up the mayhem from the girls, I wasn’t sure if I was still going to get my ride or not. He pouted and cursed under his breath the entire time. If the whole thing hadn’t pissed him off so bad, we could’ve made a few jokes about the hilarity of the situation. I must hand it to the girls though, they did one hell of a job turning his big bad motorcycle to that of a tricycle. I wish I’d been able to take pictures of it before cleaning up happened. That would have only made the situation worse for myself. He wouldn’t have appreciated that; I however could find the humor. Nothing was technically wrong with his bike; everything came of easy. They made sure none of the materials used would leave marks on his bike. So, in all honesty I feel they went a little too easy on his ass.
Then again if Riley hadn’t been so embarrassed I would’ve loved to razz her ass about the audience. Exhibitionism isn’t her thing. Check. Hope Kid has some good self-control while partying, he won’t be getting any type of play with his girl in front of others. Guess it’s a good thing he kept his room at the clubhouse. We pulled up to a little café on the edge of our town, Mimi’s Café. Its full of home style cooking and coffee and pastries if the urge should come. Usually we all stop here for her coffee; I don’t know if she has her own blend or what. I promise you this coffee is unlike any other you’ve ever tried. Starbucks be damned. No coffee shop has ever made it in this town, everyone still comes here for their cup of joe.
After Travler helps me off his bike and takes my hand he leads me into the café. The sitting hostess there must not be over the age of sixteen, at the most.
One look at Travler has her blushing and I can’t help the roll of my eyes at her poor attempt to hide her blush. His shoulders start shaking in silent laughter so I pinch his side as hard as I can. No need to embarrass the poor girl, I more than anyone else understands how he can get to you. I’ve known him many years and still could blush at the sight of him. He has the ability to make women weak at the knees and the asshole knows it and uses it to his advantage.
She lets us know we can have our pick of tables available. Basically, she’s there to put forth a friendly face upon entering and making it where you feel warm and invited. You always feel like your stepping into her home instead of a café. She has it set up with couches, arm chairs, tables with chairs or outdoor lawn furniture. I think that is why she’s so popular with all ages of clientele. I take a deep breath as we walk to our table and I can smell the homemade pies, pastries and select items from her small meals for sale. There are only around five items on the menu. I would love to work up a web design page for her and see if we can get her some business from all the surrounding small towns. I would even do it for free for Mimi. Anyone who’s lived here long knows how warm and loving she is.
Mimi always makes the rounds with her patrons as soon as she has some available help in the kitchen. Sometimes it’s just her back there and she seems to like it that way. As we sit, Travler asks me what I would like so he can go to the register and order it. The waitresses here only bring you out your orders. You must go to the register and order and pay first and they give you a number tag so the waitress can find you. There used to be waitresses her a long time ago, but with the economy declining she’s had to make some changes. But none of us mind because of the setting she gives to us.
“I want a cherry cobbler with vanilla ice cream and a caramel latte no whip cream.” I tell him.
“That sounds good babe, think I’ll go with the cinnamon apple cobbler instead of cherry so we can share with each other and that way I don’t have t
o settle on one type. Sound good with you babe?”
I nod my head, “works for me bad boy.” He just gives me his signature lopsided grin as he walks up to the register to place our order and pay. Just as he makes it to the front I notice not one, not two but all the club babes enter. Immediately I get anxious, especially noticing Lips is here. That bitch has a hard on for my man, I swear if she touches him, rather he and I are just ‘friends’ or not I will lose my shit on her skank ass. She has always thrown in my face her intimacy with Travler.
That bitch knows I’m in love with him and I honestly believe she feels she’s in love with him as well. This is one match she will never win. One, he only uses her for her freebies and two, if he gets in a relationship with anyone, it will be me damn it. I watch as she sets her sights on him and leaves the slut brigade and makes her way to him. My hawk like eyes are watching every single move that’s made. She does her flirty thing, hands on him anywhere she can put them to entice him her way. I laugh inside as I watch him bat her away. I know he has ‘relations’ with her, but when he takes me out somewhere his attention is on me and no one else. It’s one of the reasons I know he feels for me like I do for him. His actions are so much different than his words.
I watch as he places our order ignoring her the whole time, steadily avoiding her moves. I see him finally lose his patience. His face turns red and he is harshly speaking to her and then points at me. Hells bells. She looks my way and I give her the fakest smile I can come up with and wave my fingers at her. She doesn’t get the full hand wave, she is no one so I don’t have to be respectful in any way. This bitch is nothin’ but a skanky ass whore with holes to fill for a thrill.
Travler
What the fuck is this skank thinking coming up to me when we’re in public like this. These Babes need to learn their damn place and it’s not on the arms of a brother, that’s for damn sure. Why they think they have a say so in where they can hang on us or have a say in where we meet is beyond any recollection I can come up with. All I know is this bitch is crazy. Why I ever stuck my dick in her is beyond me. Easy is easy. But slutty is just that, it’s apparent I’m gonna have to step outside the clubhouse for my relief or just outside of her period. She’s a clingy little bitch for sure.
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