SAUL: The Pagans MC

by Claire St. Rose

  Bev thought about the state she was in at seven this morning. Yvette was turned on last night, he left, and then she woke up alone this morning.

  She must be losing her mind.

  Bev tossed her jacket on the couch and then took her boots off. When she removed her shirt, Yvette stopped pacing. She watched closely as Bev removed her pants and then came toward her while removing her bra.

  “Need some together-time, baby?” she asked.

  “Yes, please,” Yvette sighed. “I didn’t know if I could ask. I mean, it’s hard. I need you, but I don’t want to offend you or ask too much or—”

  “Shhh, baby. Just take me to bed, we’ll talk after,” Bev gold her.

  Yvette had always shied from Bev’s breasts or ass, and definitely from between her thighs. They touched and caressed shoulders and necks and backs. Near climax, their legs would rub together. But Yvette stayed away from anything that might be “lezzy.” She did this for Bev’s comfort, and Bev appreciated the self-control.

  Scissor-time would break all of those boundaries. No, it wasn’t going down on each other, and it wasn’t fucking each other with fingers or dildos, but what she had experienced with Leo this morning told her that it was much more than just rubbing clits.

  Naked, they were entwined: hands on shoulders and backs, legs wrapped and softly rubbing. Yvette was shaking, but it looked like in a good way.

  “Yvette?”

  “Yes?”

  “Scissors feels like it will be much more intimate.”

  Yvette looked down, away from her eyes. “It is,” she admitted.

  “I’m more afraid of leading you on than doing it with you. I know you are in love with me, and I really cherish that, and god, I wish I could be in love with you that way. I really do. But we’ve been sleeping together now for over a month, and it just isn’t happening for me. Even if Leo wasn’t in my life at all, even if we broke up, I wouldn’t turn to you as a lover. Do you understand that? Really understand?”

  “No,” she admitted. “I don’t, not really. That is why I’m trying to be with Austin. He’s a good man. He really is. I feel like I’m giving him damaged goods, though. I feel like that with you as well.” Then tears come to her eyes. “I really need to be loved, Bev! If not by you, then somebody! God! I hurt so fucking bad!”

  Bev’s heart broke. For what Yvette had given, she shouldn’t have to be in this much pain. She had told Yvette many times now that she just wasn’t a lesbian, or even bisexual. This much pain, though?

  Bev pressed Yvette gently back and rolled on top of her, putting her thigh between Yvette’s. She looked deep into Yvette’s eyes and told her, “I do love you, Yvette. I love you so very much. Can that be enough? Can what I can offer you be enough?”

  “Oh please, Bev, yes please,” Yvette cried.

  Chapter Thirty Four

  It was sex.

  There was no other word for it in Bev’s vocabulary. It was not like masturbating together. No, this was sex. Passionate, urgent sex.

  After, as Yvette was holding onto her, she was vibrantly happy. Bev had now kissed another woman deeply. She had suckled and been suckled. Nearly every part of her body had been enjoyed by Yvette. And she had come.

  The first orgasm was a light shock wave as her mind tried to take in this whole new level of intimacy she was sharing with Yvette. It was far more than she was prepared for, and Bev felt it broke all boundaries as well. Her second and third climax didn’t really care that she was heavily conflicted.

  Her fourth was the deal-breaker, though. It lasted so long and was so intense, it pushed all of her boundaries aside and drove her into Yvette’s sublime body.

  Shit, she sighed to herself. If Yvette felt half of the connection that she felt…

  She didn’t know what was going to happen to them now. She prayed that scissors was enough, because she couldn’t go any further. She couldn’t. Scissors was too far as it was.

  Yvette lifted her head from between Bev’s breasts and kissed her, softly, sensuously. “I knew you would enjoy that.”

  Bev looked her friend in the eyes and spoke softly to her soul. “Yes, I climaxed, and yes, it was good, and yes, that last one was fucking amazing. But I’m not in love with you, and I’m not going to be your lesbian lover.”

  “What are you, then?” Yvette asked, her lip trembling.

  “I’m your friend, Yvette. Your friend who loves you, and cherishes you, even before you saved my life. A friend who can’t stand by and witness your pain when she can offer some comfort, even though she can’t offer a cure.”

  Yvette searched her eyes, but Bev was unsure if she was searching Bev or herself. Maybe it was both. She seemed to come to a conclusion, though, and she nodded. “Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t think any of the other sisters would go this far for me. Was scissors too far for you?”

  “A little, yes. It overwhelmed me, that’s for sure. I wasn’t prepared for how conflicted I would feel. I can go this far with you, and for you, but I can’t ride this road any farther. I can’t, no matter how much I believe you deserve it from me. I just can’t.”

  Yvette kissed her again. “It’s enough. I’ll go to counseling. I’ll seek someone to be a lover for me. I won’t abuse your friendship. I still need you now, though. Is that alright?”

  “Yes Yvette, yes it is,” Bev told her, and brought her into a lovers’ kiss. “I’ll also be with you for at least two more months. Leo and I talked it over last night, and he agrees that it is too early to leave you hanging in the wind.”

  Half an hour later, they were still in bed engaging in pillow talk when Bev’s phone rang.

  “Yes? Leo?”

  “When you two get things squared away, or whatever, could you bring Yvette down here, please? I have something she might want.”

  Did he know? Could he tell? She wouldn’t doubt it at all. “Sure,” she told him. “How about after lunch, say, one o’clock?”

  “No rush, enjoy the morning. Is she alright?”

  “She wasn’t. She slept alone last night for the first time in years, but she’s better now.”

  “Good. See you at one, then,” Leo said, and he broke the connection.

  “Leo wants to see me?” Yvette asked as Bev crawled back into bed with her, bringing her phone with her so she wouldn’t have to get up next time.

  “He says he has something you might want,” Bev agreed.

  “What?”

  “Don’t know. I think he wants it to be a surprise.”

  “So, why at one? That’s like three hours from now.”

  “Because I’m not done with you yet,” Bev told her, and she pushed her back on the bed.

  “God Bev, I really do love you,” Yvette told her.

  “Me too, baby, me too.”

  Chapter Thirty Five

  When they pulled up to the house, Leo came down the steps to meet them. He looked the two of them over and grinned slightly, but he said nothing about his observations.

  God, he knows. Fuck.

  “Yvette, how would you like to buy a truck?” Leo asked her.

  “Truck?” Her eyes darted over to the purple metallic hot rod.

  “Yes, that truck,” Leo said. “You need a car still, don’t you?”

  “They haven’t given mine back yet, no,” Yvette agreed.

  “Well, that one is for sale, and it has three years of paid insurance on it. Full coverage, no less,” Leo told her. “It’s only a ’67 Chevy, but it runs pretty good.”

  “Yeah, right!” Yvette told him with a laugh. “I like it. I mean, I really like it, but I can’t afford that, Leo. I didn’t get much from selling out my half of the garage. The brothers gave me a good amount, too, but when I think about what I have next to what it costs to live, it really isn’t that much. I’m going to ask Danny if I can waitress again.”

  “I’m sure he’ll arrange that,” Leo told her, “But a ’67 Chevy really isn’t worth all that much. I’d be happy if you took it for, say, $100.
”

  “That’s not enough!”

  “No. I checked its Blue Book value, and if it was in mint condition, then it would have some collector value — quite a lot, actually. But this truck is not in mint condition. The axles are different, the gas tank’s been replaced; hell, even the headlights aren’t stock. So, $100 would be just fine for the DMV to accept, and transfer of title won’t cost much since it is based on the value of the sale,” Leo explained.

  Yvette looked from the truck to him. “Why?” she asked with suspicion in her voice.

  “Well, it’s either sell it to you for a hundred, take it to a chop shop, or set fire to it out in the field. So, I’m giving you first dibs.”

  Her eyes softened. “You really hate it that much?”

  “Yes, Yvette, I do, but if you buy it, it’s clean again. It will be Yvette’s truck, and we both love Yvette,” Leo told her. “Why don’t you take it for a drive? Run up to the club with it. We’ll talk when you get back. See if you like her.”

  “I’ve never driven anything like her before,” Yvette confessed.

  “Take it a little easy, then. You know how to drive a stick, right?”

  “Yes, my car is a stick,” Yvette told him.

  “The keys are in it. See you back here in an hour or so,” Leo said.

  Yvette looked to Bev, who gave her a nod.

  A few minutes later, Yvette had the truck backed onto the access road and was easing it up toward the street.

  By the time she reached the street, she looked like she was more comfortable. The truck wasn’t going to bite her. She signaled and made a left. She gave the truck a little gas and off she went.

  Back inside, Leo got them both a beer.

  Bev asked, “So, what was that look and grin about?”

  Leo thought for a moment before answering, “Oh, that. Well, she’s a lesbian at heart. She’s been very needy these last few weeks, and fuck, who can blame her for that. I’d be clutching at any branch, too. And you’ve been sleeping next to her for all these weeks. Your compassion is well known, and your love for her as well. You were ready to slice motherfuckers up that one night for her. So, how far have you gone with her?”

  Bev paused, looking out the window. “Scissors.” She teared up. “I’m sorry, Leo. It was just masturbating with her for a long time. And that was okay, because I’ve masturbated for boyfriends before. But … scissors is cheating. It’s fucking sex.” She looked at him. “Am I going to lose you?”

  “You feel like you’re a lesbian?”

  “No, not at all. And I’ve told her that several times. She told me that she’s going to go to counseling and seek a real lover — but she still needs me right now. I can’t go any further with her. I can’t. I’m just not wired that way. God, for her sake, after what she’s done for us, I wish I was. I’ve laid awake several nights asking, ‘Why not? Why can’t I love her like that?’ I got no answers. I’m just not.”

  “Then, no, you’re not going to lose me,” he told her.

  “Leo?” she asked, her voice ready for a confession. “I do … I do get off. I mean, my body orgasms. Scissors was a shock. I felt repelled and urged on at the same time. But even with all of that conflict going on, I climaxed. More than once.”

  “You wouldn’t be much of a comfort to her if you didn’t,” Leo pointed out, “and climax isn’t really a measuring stick. Even rape victims have admitted they climaxed, and I’m very certain they weren’t enjoying themselves. You have a responsive body, which I do enjoy exploring. I would be very surprised if you told me you didn’t get off. In fact, I would be sure you were lying.”

  She went to him, and he embraced her. She pressed the side of her face against his chest. “How did you know she was a lesbian?”

  “You said this morning that Crash was her first male. Making the distinction that he was male suggested that her first lover was female.”

  “Ah, right,” she agreed.

  She sat on his lap on the couch and necked with him until they heard the hot rod truck coming down the road. She put her shirt back on and got her well-fondled ass outside to greet Yvette.

  Yvette walked up to Leo and said, “Well, I’m going to do it to you. I’m going to buy that truck for $100, and I’m not going to let you go back on the deal when your brain kicks into gear later and realizes you sold a fifty grand hot rod to a blond who isn’t even giving you head for a hundred. So, here’s the hundred, and where’s my pink slip?”

  “Glove box, already signed,” Leo told her. “Along with all of the insurance and AAA information.”

  Yvette squealed, “Holy shit, Bev! Have you ridden in this truck yet?”

  “Actually, no, but now that it’s your truck, I’ll take a ride,” she said.

  Yvette skipped back to the truck. “You should hear the fucking stereo. Fuck!

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Leo looked over the gathering in his living room. Bev and Yvette were back at her house. He selfishly hoped that Bev would come back to spend the night, because this was it, the last night before war. This meeting was for the group of ten that Danny had chosen to meet the plane: Hugo, Preston, Angel, Austin, Frankie, Anthony Sutton, Sam, Omar, Vance, and Jax.

  All of them were solid members of the club, core members, except for Austin — but that would change tonight. Austin would be as solid with the club as anyone could be after this.

  “Alright everyone, I know you have some idea of what we pulling tomorrow night. Now it’s time to tell you how we’re going to pull it off,” Leo began.

  “The plane you are going to meet is a B100 King Air, a light two-engine cargo plane with a payload of about 4700lbs, or just about two metric tons, including crew. It won’t be carrying anything like that. It should have two hundred to three hundred kilos of cocaine and one pilot.”

  “Holy shit,” Omar said. “Can’t get popped with that much shit on us; we’ll never see daylight again.”

  “If you want out, now’s the time. No shame at all,” Leo told him.

  “No, Danny already told us it was going to be a coke drop we were after. Just wasn’t prepared for the size. This is serious stuff,” Omar said.

  “What’s the ground resistance going to be like, Leo?” Preston Pope asked.

  “None. There won’t be anyone there to meet the plane except you,” Leo replied.

  “No one? How?”

  Leo told them about Nomar’s system. Nomar had a beacon, which was basically a cellphone with a GPS transmitter. This beacon was on the same frequency as the “hound” equipment on the plane, as in “fox and hound.” The hound equipment had a map screen showing the pilot where to go: where the fox was.

  “What I did was create a duplicate of this device, which looks like it is working properly, but in fact isn’t sending out any signal at all. I tested this on the last drop and made sure Nomar bought the fake beacon as the real one. Everything went smooth then, and he’s had it now for five weeks. You are going to another one of Nomar’s landing strips, number 3, and turn on the real beacon there. The pilot will see the location, recognize it as one of the ten, and land the plane for you.”

  “How does he pick his landing strips? Is it just a rotation?” Hugo asked.

  “No, it’s fairly random. He has this black velvet bag with lottery balls inside — ten of them, numbered from 0 to 9. I wanted to make sure that he was going to pick airstrip 8, so I switched all of his balls with a set of ten I purchased. All of them have the number 8 on them,” Leo explained.

  “Why did you care which one he was going to pick?” Hugo asked.

  “Because I needed to set it up. It’s where I’m going to die. At least, hopefully he’ll buy into the illusion of my death. Just as we get there, the DEA will arrive on the scene, and several explosions will happen on the airstrip itself. During this confusion, I’ll set off my shirt, which is one of those special effect deals. If I time it right, Nomar will see me get shot three times in the chest and then roll down the south side of the mesa,
where I already cleared out the big rocks so I don’t crack my skull. The DEA will be rushing up, and Nomar shouldn’t have time to come down to check on me. He’ll either run or give up. Giving up is the best option since he still has no plane, no drugs, and hasn’t done anything wrong.”

  “Nice, but how are you getting out? Body bag?” Angel asked.

  “No. As soon as the confusion up there is in full swing, I’ll slip out into the black and walk out of the canyon to where I hid my 450 thumper. When it looks like I can get away with it, I’ll be heading back here to get my things, strap them onto the bike, and head north, since everything south will be pissed off at me.”