“It’d look like someone’s been torturing him. When I’m done with him, I want to make it look like a suicide or something. Get him all liquored up, and then toss his drunken ass off a bridge or push him in front of a big truck on the 5. If he was missing toes or teeth, they’d know something was up. Then, they’d come looking at our MC for it. If he gets drunk and steps in front of a truck full of avocadoes, nobody would be the wiser.”
“So, when did you become an expert on torture and such?”
“Been reading about it.”
“Did the terrorist torture manual give you the cucumber idea?”
“Nope. Came up with that one on my own.”
“Rattlesnakes?”
“That one was mine too. So was the tobacco sauce. And, the goat.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“Probably best you don’t.”
He tossed his empty beer in the trash, and got another. “Rotten bastard. I’ll volunteer to toss his ass off the bridge when the time comes.”
“When the time comes, I’ll let you know.”
“Enough about that for now. Are you planning on bringing Joey around the fellas?”
“Sure am.”
“No shit?”
“Told you things have changed. They have.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said.
“Not as glad as I am to say it.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means what it means.”
“It means what it means,” he said mockingly. “Some things never change.”
I accepted Joey as she was, and neither expected – nor desired – any changes on her part. She accepted me, wholeheartedly. I wasn’t changing to please Joey, and she wasn’t changing to please me.
Some things simply didn’t need to change.
Chapter One Hundred Ninety-One
Joey
“Try this with this.” Sandy handed me sleeveless top and a pair of leggings. “I think that little peplum will look cute with leggings.”
Sandy was Eddie’s stepmother, and she was pregnant. With twins. She couldn’t have been any cuter. She stood my height, was still very thin despite being pregnant, and barely had a noticeable baby bump. With her blonde hair, large boobs, and perfect posture, she could have been a model.
I reached for the clothes. “Huh?”
“Cute. I think they’ll look cute. Try them on.”
“What’d you call it?”
“Call what?”
“The top.”
“Oh. I grabbed a peplum.”
“Peplum?”
“Yeah. And a pair of leggings.”
“Peplum. That’s a funny name.”
“You’ve never heard of a peplum?”
“No. I uhhm. I haven’t.”
She scrunched her nose. “Really?”
It may have sounded crazy to her, but I grew up with a stepfather who never took me shopping, and most of the clothes I wore were purchased online. I wasn’t versed on the names of all things female.
“I just…” I offered an innocent shrug. “I haven’t shopped much. Weird family.”
“My dad takes me shopping all the time,” Eddie said. “You can come with us. Shopping is fun, even if you don’t buy anything. Sometimes I go for an entire day, and he’ll even sit and wait at the fountain for me.”
Eddie was Smokey’s 17-year-old daughter. She was petite, curvy, had beautiful brown hair, and talked 1,000 miles-an-hour. She was energetic and fun. I hoped, over time, that we could become close friends.
“Sounds fun.” I raised the clothes. “Let me try these on.”
I’d already set aside a pair of jeans and two tops. Excited to see what a peplum looked like, I carried the clothes to the dressing room and tried them on.
The floral-pattern top was sleeveless, fitted at the top, and flared at the bottom. In my eyes, it was perfect. It accentuated my boobs and flared at the bottom, giving me more of an hourglass appearance than I already had.
I turned to one side, and then the other.
The dressing room door rattled from someone beating on it.
“We’re waiting,” Eddie said. “Come on.”
I opened the door and stepped out.
“That’s sexy,” Sandy said.
Eddie looked me up and down, and then grinned. “I like it.”
I looked in the full-length mirror at the end of the corridor. “I think I like it, too. These pants are comfortable.”
“Tell me you’ve never worn leggings,” Sandy said, her tone sarcastic, but playful.
“I haven’t.”
“Oh, my God,” she said. “That’s crazy. Leggings are the best. I couldn’t live without them.”
I slid my hand up my thigh and glanced in the mirror. “They’re really tight.”
“They’re leggings,” Eddie said.
“No. I mean they’re tight and comfortable.”
“That top makes your boobs look…” She pressed her hands to her hip and raised her brows. “Huge.”
“They don’t need any help,” I said with a laugh. “They’re ridiculous.”
“They’re real, right?” Sandy asked.
“Real? Yeah. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”
She pressed her biceps into the sides of her boobs and twisted her mouth to the side. “Oh, I don’t know.”
“They aren’t?”
“Really?” she laughed. “You thought they were real?”
It never crossed my mind that Sandy’s boobs were fake. I wasn’t a complete idiot, and I did realize people got implants, but I didn’t know anyone in real life that had. At least I didn’t think so.
“Uhhm. Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh huh.”
“Awwe. Thank you. But no. They’re fake.”
She was wearing a sleeveless top with cleavage that would rival my work uniform. I glanced at her boobs, but tried not to stare. “They look great.”
“I like you,” she said.
I grinned. “I like you, too.”
“What else do you want?” Eddie asked.
Since receiving my raise at work, I’d saved all my wages, less food and fuel. Nonetheless, I needed to save as much as possible so I could get my own place to live. I couldn’t stay with Percy forever, and I knew it.
“I think this is enough,” I said. “We can come back some other time.”
“Do you like Starbucks?” Eddie asked.
“Coffee? I love coffee.”
“Me too.”
Sandy rubbed her belly. “One cup a day for me.”
Having girlfriends was something I always dreamed of. My lack of confidence about my leg – and my stepfather’s violent temper – prevented it from ever being a reality. Shopping with Eddie and Sandy was one of the best times I’d ever experienced.
“Maybe in a few weeks we can come back?” I said, my voice filled with hope.
“Just say the word,” Sandy said. “I’ll go shopping anytime. I’ve got issues.”
“Issues?”
“I’m a clothes whore. I’ve got more outfits than…” She looked me over. “I bet you could wear a bunch of my stuff.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” I said. “You’re skinny.”
“We’re basically the same size.”
We weren’t, but it was nice hearing it. “I don’t think so, but thank you.”
“I’ll pick some stuff out for you. Most of it’s not going to fit me for a long time.”
“Thank you.”
We walked to the register, and I handed the clothes to the salesman.
“Did you find everything okay?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He rang up the clothes, folding each of them carefully afterward. After the last article was placed in the bag, he looked at the register.
“The total is $207.41. Cash, or on your card?”
I reached for my wallet and grinned. “Cash.”
I handed him the money. I�
��d come a long way in the last few months. Although the journey wasn’t anything I’d planned, I couldn’t be happier with the outcome. As far as I was concerned, my life couldn’t get any better.
I paid for the clothes and accepted the bag, eager to find out what Percy would think about my choices.
As we walked toward Starbucks, I turned toward Sandy. “Have you ever been on a poker run or anything?”
“Several, why?”
“Oh, I was just wondering.”
“There’s one coming up in a few weeks. San Clemente, Santa Ana, Riverside, Palm Springs, and then through Temecula. Two hundred and fifty miles. It’ll be a back breaker.”
“I love riding.”
“Have you ever gone that far?”
“I’ve gone over eight hundred miles in a day.”
“Jesus,” she said. “You’re hard core.”
“I like riding.”
“You must.”
“I bet P-Nut will take you on it,” Eddie said.
He hadn’t mentioned it, and I now wondered if he was going to take me around the clubhouse, his other brothers, or to any of the MC’s functions. As kind as he was, he was also very private and reserved about the club.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” I motioned toward the Starbucks across from us. “Let’s get a cup of coffee.”
“I’m just saying, I’ve known P-Nut forever. Like, forever. Him and my dad are like best friends. He comes over almost every day, and he’s never brought a girl over. He’s never even hung out with a girl. I’ve never seen a girl on the back of his bike. He’s never even mentioned a girl. Nothing. You’re the first. And, just so you know, I’ve been waiting a long time for this to happen.”
Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any better, it did. Her words filled me with pride, and gave me hope for the future.
“Yeah,” I said. “Me, too.”
Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Two
P-Nut
Although the blinds were closed, the early morning sun seeped through the cracks and provided enough light for me to know that a new day had arrived. I rolled off the edge of the bed, being careful not to wake Joey. After a successful dismount, I turned to admire her. Her naked body was half covered by the blanket, leaving her entire back and one side of her cute little ass exposed.
She was a remarkable woman. Her beauty was only a part of what made her so, but it was sure something I enjoyed gawking at every time I had an opportunity.
Chances like this never came often enough.
I stood at the edge of the bed and stared blankly at her, wondering when she was going to realize I was too old, too rough around the edges, or too damned ugly to continue a relationship with.
I hoped the answer was never, but I had my doubts.
A woman like her never stayed with a man like me for long. Men like me were a stepping stone to life’s bigger and better things.
She lifted her head and fluffed her pillow. After burying her face into it, she sneezed, and then turned to face me.
She rubbed her eyes. “You’re naked. What are you doing?”
“You’re naked. What are you doing?”
She reached for the covers. “Covering myself up. I’m cold.”
“I just woke up,” I said.
“Crap.” She sat up. “What time is it?”
“5:50. It’s Saturday, stay right where you are. I’ve got to piss, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
I relieved my bladder of the previous night’s beer, and then washed my hands. As I stood in front of the sink, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
What did you do to deserve her?
Not a damned thing, I decided.
I washed my face and took another look at myself. I didn’t have self-esteem issues. In fact, I would consider myself as an extremely confident man. But. I was a realist.
I hadn’t changed. My manner of living life hadn’t, either. The feelings I felt, however, were all new to me. Experiencing them caused me to fear that one day things may change, leaving me with nothing but a yearning I wouldn’t be able to resolve.
I didn’t want to feel drawn to a woman, in need of her companionship, or reliant upon what she offered me. Being drawn to Joey, in need of her companionship, and reliant upon what she offered me, however, made me feel that my life wasn’t all for naught.
Her knocking on the door startled me.
“What are you doing in there? I’ve got to pee.”
I opened the door. “Thinking about taking a shower.”
Wearing a pair of sweats, and my previous night’s tee, she looked adorable. “Think about letting me pee.”
I waved my arm toward the toilet. “Pee.”
“I can’t with an audience.”
“Me neither.”
I stepped aside and let her walk past me.
“Please close the door, thank you.”
I pulled the door closed, and stood outside waiting. As soon as the toilet flushed, I pushed it open.
“Have any plans today?”
“No. Not really.”
“Not really, or not at all?”
She turned on the water and glanced over her shoulder. “Not at all.”
Her hair was a mess, the clothes she wore were dirty, and they fit her like a tent. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Yet. She stood before me defining everything that I believed to be beautiful.
“When are you going to get sick of me?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed. “Sick of you? What’s wrong with you?”
“You don’t think that one of these days you’re going to look around you and decide that maybe I’m not the one for you?”
She turned toward me and shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“Me? This? Us? Whatever you want to call it.”
“I uhhm. I don’t know. I just--”
“You know what?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration.
“What?”
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I guess I probably should have, so I will. When we made love, had sex, fucked, whatever you want to call it. The first time? Do you remember when that happened?”
The air between us was thick with her anger.
I swallowed heavily. “Uh huh.”
“That was the first time for me. I’d never done it before. I always expected the heavens to open, angels to sing, and unicorn dust to rain down on me when I had sex for the first time. You know, that the emotional part of it would be as good or better than the sex itself. Well, guess what?”
I had no idea she was a virgin. I felt like a complete idiot. An almost silent what? puffed past my dry lips.
“All of those things happened. Every one of them,” she said. “Even the unicorn dust. And guess what else?”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea about. I mean.” I stammered. “I wondered because--”
“I’m making a point,” she snapped. “And I’m not done yet.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll tell you what else. It happened again. Last night. Dust and all.”
I swallowed hard. I felt the same way, although I had no idea what unicorn dust was. During sex, everything with Joey was different. It wasn’t simply going through the motions or committing the act.
It was an experience. An experience, that despite the amount of times I’d had sex in the past, was new to me.
I felt like a shit heel. And, I was standing in front of her naked. I felt vulnerable and foolish. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was taking that from you. I would have been more gentle.”
“Taking what?”
“Your virginity.”
“Taking it?” She coughed a laugh. “You didn’t take anything. I gave it to you. Because I trust that you won’t do anything to hurt me. I trust that you’re here for the long haul. That you’re going to be different than everyone from my past, and that you’re not going to leave me. Are you going to leave me, P
ercy?”
I swallowed hard. “No.”
“Are you going to get sick of me?”
“No.”
She pressed her hands to her hips and shot me a glare. “The only way I’m ever going to leave you is if you ask me to. In the absence of that request, I’m going to assume you want me to stay. And, I will stay. Forever. I can say that without hesitation, because after feeling what it’s like to have you in my life, I can’t imagine living a day without you. Am I going to get sick of you? I think not.”
“Okay. So, what you’re saying is, if I don’t ask you to leave, you’re going to stay?”
“That’s what I said.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what,” she said.
“Take off your shirt.”
She looked confused. “What?”
“Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
She lifted her shirt over her head and then tossed it onto the floor. “Anything else?”
I took every inch of her into my view. Her pale skin was smooth, and without fault. Her body was remarkable. Her curves undeniably sexy.
“Ditch the sweats.”
She pushed the sweats down her legs and kicked them to the side. “What now, boss?”
“Boss, huh?”
“You are the boss, aren’t you? The badass biker boss?”
I chuckled. “You’ve got a case of the attitudes today, don’t you?”
“You made me mad.”
Her eyes fell to my crotch. The corner of her mouth twisted into a smirk, and then she looked up. “You’re not mad though, are you?”
I glanced between my legs. My cock was as rigid as a stone. “Sorry. That happens sometimes.”
She grinned. “Around sexy bitches.”
“Get your sexy ass in the shower,” I said.
“Being in the shower will come in handy.”
“Why’s that?”
“We can wash the unicorn dust off when we’re done.”
Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Three
Joey
The water rained down from the oversized showerhead, covering us both with a warm wet blanket. His chest was pressed against my back, and his hands cupped my breasts. Although his stiff dick danced back and forth between my inner thighs, he had yet to give me so much as a taste.
He was teasing me, and I loved it.
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