by D. D. Prince
“Yeah. Gia-sitting. She was makin’ the girlfriends uncomfortable.”
“Who? Ella? Deanna? They’re reasonable…”
“Not Deanna. Gia’s never been with Scoot. But Marlena had a fit. Blow used to do Gia on the regular. Skip’s wife wasn’t pleased either.”
I’d only met Skip a few times. I hadn’t met his wife, but knew they had two little ones.
“Oh. What’s happening with all that drama?”
“We’re waitin’ and watchin’ for the Jackals’ next move while we plan our own. Keepin’ her hidden for now in case they’re onto her. She took a big risk comin’ here, especially when we’d given her the cold shoulder and told her she wasn’t welcome.”
“I hope some other MC just takes them out and you guys don’t have to even bother.”
“Fuck that. They’re ours.”
I looked at his eyes and they looked stone cold.
“Baby…they killed Lick. They hurt Joelle. Coulda killed her. They raped ‘n killed Jet, tried to hurt Ella, shot Bronto in the ass, nearly killed Ride, ass-raped Scoot on the side of the fuckin’ road.”
Yikes.
He kept going. “And that’s just what they did since we moved to Aberdeen. There’s a long history with these fuckers, dating back years. They, especially Mantis and Gordino… need to go down.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
He looked in my eyes. “Finally got you. No way I let them cut my life short.”
I put my lips to his and he held me a minute.
“Not today, because it’s your birthday and I want it to be happy, but tomorrow or the next day, maybe, will you talk to me some more about your thing with your mother?” I planted a kiss on the cleft of his chin.
“You don’t need to hear that shit.”
“I think you maybe need to talk it out, Spencer.”
Abruptly, he spanked my rear end. “Windshield, not rearview, and my windshield is lookin’ better than ever. Up. Get ready for my party. And get me that silly string. But don’t take that red thing off. Gonna want you again in that later.”
Not wanting to dwell on the negative, I got up and did my birthday boy’s bidding.
***
The gang was all here and everyone, as they’d arrived, saw Spencer sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand said something to the effect of… “Wasn’t it supposed to be a surprise?”
Us girls all wore hats. The bikers declined their hats. Except Rider. He was a good sport like that.
“But, I got you a special birthday boy one,” I tried with Spencer. “And a button for your shirt.” I held up the birthday boy button.
He stared at me, flexing jaw muscles.
“Rider’s secure in his masculinity to wear a birthday hat…”
“Don’t push it,” he warned.
I backed off with a pout.
“And I’ll show you later all my confidence in my masculinity,” he added.
“Anticipation…” I said with a smile. He winked at me.
Rider and Jenna had just showed up, and put their gift on the table while Jenna pulled Ella over and the three of us huddled. Jenna uttered, “Where’s the silly string? We can still get him with that, can’t we?”
At that moment I heard the swishes and Spencer was spraying the three of us, a can in each hand. Streams of pink and yellow were floating through the air and all over us.
Deacon, Rider, and the rest of the gang were all howling with laughter.
Deke came in at that moment with a smile. I’d texted him earlier with:
“The cat’s out of the bag. I decided to confess my sins rather than blindside him. He’s not making me cancel and he didn’t break up with me. Phew.”
Spencer aimed the cans of silly string at his father and one can was empty. The other let out a small gust and left a pile of pink string on Deke’s shoulder. He glanced down at it and smirked at his son.
Ella, Jenna, and I? We were covered.
Spencer’s eyes were on us and the uninhibited laughter? The pure glee on his face? So worth it.
It made me launch myself at him and he dropped the empty cans and hefted me up, holding me by my butt. My legs wrapped around his waist, while we kissed under a web of silly string.
“What I do to earn this?” he asked, sitting down on the couch, keeping me straddling him.
“I just got a burst of affection for you,” I told him.
“A burst?”
“Yup.” I grabbed his jaw with both hands and planted a hot and heavy kiss on him. The music got turned up and the party began.
This would be one of many times during the evening when silly string was poured all over someone. In fact, not one of the gang escaped it, except for Spencer.
The clubhouse was littered with it.
Rider had gotten covered in it in the men’s room and called Spencer a freak.
Deacon had been putting an eggroll to his lips when he got his.
Blow and Marlena had been making out in the kitchen when they got theirs.
And Spencer would not give anyone a can.
“Whose birthday is it?” would be his response.
“One request,” Deacon said. “Use all of ‘em tonight, because I don’t ever wanna see that stuff in my life after tonight. In fact, I see a can of this shit after tonight, it’ll get shoved up the ass of whoever is caught with it.”
After a Chinese food feast, I lit the candle on Spencer’s cake and we sang happy birthday.
His eyes were on me the whole time the group of us sang.
The cake was gorgeous. The sugar Spencer was perfect. A dark-haired guy in a leather jacket on the motorcycle with a cleft on his chin. She even had a pair of sugar sunglasses attached to his jacket and a black leather-looking necklace made with a shoestring licorice. Andie was nicknamed Cake Bosslady that night.
Brady leaned over after tasting the cake and exclaimed, “This is delicious.” And winked at her.
She looked at him, starstruck and tongue-tied. And she went four shades of red.
“I get to eat Spencer!” I said when slicing the piece of cake for him.
He wiggled his eyebrows at me and the room roared with laughter.
“Sugar Spencer, that is,” I teased.
Jenna took a picture of me with my tongue tickling the crotch of Sugar Spencer.
After I put the piece down, not-sugar Spencer kissed me and then sprayed me with more silly string.
“Present time!” I announced, pushing silly string out of my hair.
There was a nice pile of presents there.
“Which one first?” I asked.
“The present from my dog,” Spencer said. “Hope he didn’t use my credit card again.”
I giggled and passed it to him.
He loved the boots and put the watch right on his wrist. It was a slick looking black and gunmetal watch with the Harley logo on the face in just black on black. It looked great on him. Total watch porn.
He got VIP concert tickets from Deacon and Ella for an upcoming music festival in Sioux Falls with several bands he liked. Backstage passes.
He smiled at me and passed the tickets and the card to me, with a smile. I added it to the pile of cards.
“Thanks, D. Ella.”
“You’re welcome!” Ella called out after taking a mouthful of her rum and Pepsi.
Rider and Jenna got him a drone that he got excited about.
His Dad and Laura got him a virtual reality gaming thing that went with his gaming laptop that he was also excited to use. The fact that the card was signed Dad and Laura made me smile. Evidently, Deke and Laura were now exclusive.
Friends gave him shirts, bottles of booze, and gift cards. Bronto gave him a giant bottle of Jack Daniels and filled his birthday card with scratch lottery tickets.
Spencer threw his hand up and they shook hands and did a bro hug.
I smiled, hoping that they were friends again.
The fact that his family gave him such tho
ughtful gifts? I was guessing it was because they probably never got to celebrate his birthday with him so were making up for lost opportunities.
He opened my Bam Margera autographed framed poster and his mouth dropped. Rider and Deacon were both impressed that I’d gotten him an autographed one. Spencer gave me a heated kiss that garnered catcalls.
“That had to cost you a fuckin’ fortune, Sunshine,” he whispered.
I shrugged. It did. I maxed a credit card for that one.
“Perfect ass and a heart of gold,” he whispered against my ear and it made me feel all squishy. “Fuckin’ lucked out.”
“It wasn’t luck,” I whispered. “Sheer dogged determination.”
He snickered.
“And outside this bar that first time? Best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.”
His gaze went heated. “Can this party be over now so I can take you back to bed?”
“Nope. Anticipation.” I winked.
“Stop yer whisperin’ and open the last one! Suspense is killin’ us,” Rob, Ella’s dad called out.
I passed him the last gift… the sun-paper wrapped one.
He smiled at me and opened it. His smile got even bigger when it was revealed.
“I’ll make you some in the morning, back at the apartment, just us.”
“Perfect,” he said against my mouth. Yeah. I’d make him waffles on an iron that had not been used to make waffles for anyone but him.
People were smiling but looking quizzically at the waffle iron.
“Inside joke.” I shrugged.
More drinks got mixed. Music got turned up even louder. And the birthday party for my beautiful biker boyfriend was awesome.
***
It was three o’clock in the morning and I managed, somehow, to not puke. The same could not be said for Ella. She ralphed from the upper deck, and narrowly missed some departing-the-Roadhouse bikers.
“Sorry!” she shouted. “Chicken Chow Mein, rum, and tequila is an unholy trinity.”
They did not appear to find it very funny.
I did. I was sitting on the top step laughing my ass off.
“Good thing I never made you those waffles you wanted me to make,” I told her. She’d been trying to talk me into making fried chicken and waffles for half the night.
She laughed. “Waffles! We want waffles! I have room now.”
“That waffle iron will make no waffles for anyone until my guy has had his fill,” I declared. Spencer was looking at me with promise. He liked my declaration; I could tell.
“No waffles. Let’s get you to bed, Kitten.” Deacon lifted her into his arms.
“Aw. Hi Tiger. Are we gonna have drunk sex now? I’ll brush my teeth first.”
“Sure, baby. If you stay awake long enough.”
“Yay. I’m awake and now that I got all that out, I feel gurrr-reat! Happy birthday, Spencer. We love you.”
“Thanks, babe,” Spencer said from two steps below me, where he was standing with a beer, smoking a cigarette.
“And you’re much less of an asshole these days,” Ella added.
Spencer scoffed.
“And that started before Christmas. Since Pippa? You’re even better.”
“Glad to hear you approve,” he said.
“We love you!” Ella said again.
“Thanks, babe. Right back at ya.”
“Happy Birthday! Byeeee!” Ella waved as Deacon took her back inside.
“Ready for bed?” Spencer asked me.
“Oh yeah. Definitely,” I replied and got up. He stepped up one step and that put us at eye level.
“Thanks for the party, Sunshine.” He kissed me softly.
“Thanks for not bein’ mad.”
“Don’t do it next year. Next year, just you ‘n me. You can still make me a cake and wear somethin’ sexy, but just us.”
“Your birthday, whatever you want.” I put my arms around his neck and ran my nails up the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. His hands were on my butt. “I’m gonna make sure you have happy birthdays. But mine? I want a party. If you don’t wanna plan it, just delegate to Jenna. She loves planning parties.”
“Know what I wished for when I blew out the candle?” he asked.
“What?” I asked.
“That I’d get to fuck you in that red thing again.”
I smiled big. “It’s my job to make your birthday wishes come true.” I took his hand and took him to bed, passing Rider and Jenna, who were cuddled on the couch, looking mellow, Jenna playing with Rider’s hair.
Bronto and Scooter were at the bar (Deanna had gone to bed hours earlier. She seldom drank and was a total lightweight.). Others were either gone to bed or gone somewhere else. Deke was talking earlier about playing pool with Ella’s dad so maybe he’d kept the Roadhouse open past their usual last call. Andie had taken a cab home a few minutes earlier, hence the reason we were outside, as we’d seen her off.
Spencer and I went to bed and continued our party.
15
It was the next morning. Someone knocked on Spencer’s door way early. I felt like I had just closed my eyes. Did I get any sleep at all?
He slipped out and then a minute later was back, leaning over me brushing my hair away from my cheek.
“Emergency down in Sioux Falls. Gotta go.”
“Oh?”
“Stay in this clubhouse. Need anything, Bronto’ll send Scoot out for it. Yeah? Leavin’ you girls with prospects, members, and Dad.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“I will, baby.” He kissed me goodbye.
***
I couldn’t fall back to sleep, so after an hour of lounging, I took a shower and wandered with coffee and a bottle of water to the TV room. I was wearing yoga pants and Spencer’s big cream-colored cable-knit sweater. It was huge on me, but I wanted to keep it. Then again, it looked so good on him, I couldn’t keep it, or I’d never see him wear it.
I took two Advils, downing them with some water with them as I waved to Jenna and Ella, who were both in there already, watching television.
“Mornin’” I greeted. “You guys are up early.”
“Hey,” Jenna said.
“Ugh,” Ella grunted, looking rough.
“So, we on some sort of lockdown?” I asked.
“Seems so,” Jenna said with a shrug. “He sent a text. I was passed out. Like… Pippa-style out.”
I rolled my eyes. “Hah hah.”
“Woke up out of the blue feelin’ something bad. Didn’t like it,” Jenna added.
We were all quiet a moment, clearly having the same unpleasant thoughts.
“How wild was that party last night?" Jenna mused.
Ella blew out a breath and gave us big eyes. "Even wilder was the after-party. I had four orgasms afterwards. And I have a bit of rug burn."
I smiled.
"I lost count,” Jenna told us. "I got... like... two hours of sleep."
"I got about the same," Ella said with a stretch. "Partly because our room's next to yours. Did you know you're extremely loud when you have drunk sex?"
Jenna beamed and looked like she went into a trance, remembering her wild night.
I smirked around my coffee mug, which I had to my lips.
"You're more than a little bit quiet. Why?" Jenna inquired.
"I didn't get any sleep," I said and then my face split into a smile. "At all."
They both gave me knowing looks.
"And I found silly string in my underwear this morning," I added.
I bit my lip and then I sipped my coffee.
A deep male laugh interrupted us. "And that's the signs of a good party with The Brotherhood. No sleep, lotsa sex, and new hallmark... silly string in your drawers."
All of our heads swung left.
Deke stood there holding his #1 Dad mug, smiling at the three of us.
Shit. I guess the clubhouse wasn't empty after all.
He sauntered away.
“At least he di
dn’t hear you say rug burn,” Jenna said to Ella with a shrug.
“Oh yeah, I did,” Deke called out.
Jenna put her hand over her mouth.
I choked on my coffee.
Ella gave Jenna a scowl.
Yeah. It was a great party and a great night.
Spencer and I went hot and heavy for hours, and at one point, I changed out of the red lingerie and put on a tank top and panties, so I could finally go to sleep. That was when he grabbed the very last can of silly string, telling me he’d saved it just for me. He shoved it down my undies and pressed the button until tangles of silly strings were spilling out of them in front and in back, looking like a neon green 70s merkin.
We laughed in hysterics and then he pulled the mound of silly string out and made himself a fake beard with it.
Finally, he tossed it aside and then went down on me one more time. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes between me closing my eyes and that knock on the door.
This morning, I was thinking about telling him I love him. Maybe I should’ve told him I loved him last night. He’d said it to me when I revealed about the party and after seeing him open up, after hearing a bit of his past --- that he trusted me with that --- even if it was only a little bit of opening up, and adding it to a running tally of all the ways he’d been awesome to me, all of the ways he made me feel like I was flying. The way he looked at me. The way he touched me. His fierce protectiveness of me. How he was opening up to me.
I knew it in my heart. I was falling, tumbling, tripping head over heels --- in love.
And I was also a little worried. What was it that made them all rush off to Sioux Falls before the sun was up this morning? Wasn’t wise of them to ride off after partying so late, either.
I wanted him here. I wanted to spend the day in bed like I’d planned, only getting up to make those waffles he’d been waiting for.
Their dad was still here, and two prospects, but the sound of the rest of them all leaving together on their bikes that morning was loud. Very loud. For them all to leave after an almost all-nighter unexpectedly? I had a bad feeling in my gut.