by Nicole Snow
I walked through the lodge's door with my boys behind me. A few hung back, caressing their pretty new rides like the bikes were the sweetest whores they'd ever gotten their hands on.
I was surprised to see Throttle standing just a few feet inside. He looked up when I stopped in front of him.
The world went blurry. He grabbed me by my cut, whirled me around, and sent his fist flying at my jaw.
Pain exploded in my brain, and again when I hit the floor hard. I licked my split lip and tasted blood. My brothers stood out of the way. Nobody was stupid enough to get between two beasts on top of the food chain.
“Get up, brother.” Throttle extended a hand.
I took it, steadying myself and sucking more blood into my mouth. We looked at each other, nodded slowly, sharing an understanding only meant for two guys in real brotherhood.
“I know, I fucked up. You gonna take my bruise as an apology?” I said.
“Yeah, I am. Goes without saying you better never do anything as reckless and fucking crazy as what you did in Python without clearing it by me first. I'd tell you there'd be more consequences if shit went bad, but then if it had, we wouldn't be having this conversation at all.”
I smiled. He was damned right about that.
“Church. Right now. Round up all the full patch members.”
“You got it,” I told him happily.
We were all crammed into the tiny meeting room, over two dozen guys from all the charters hanging out in Montana. Throttle and I shared the head of the table.
Technically, this was still my territory. But not for long if everything went well.
“As you all know, Fang and the Grizzlies took the deal. The Western front's more secure than it's ever been.” He paused – master of fucking drama. “Let's make some god damned money!”
Brothers slapped each other's backs and cheered. We would've easily gotten a noise warning if this were any other hotel. Good thing the elderly owner was still one of us, even if he was way too old to ride and sport his colors.
“I've got a motion for everybody here,” I said. “I think it's time to reinstate the Nomads. We came out here to plant Devils seeds on Western ground, and it's succeeded. We've done our jobs, haven't we, Throttle?”
He looked at me and quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess you have, brother. Had a feeling you wouldn't wait a minute longer to get the fuck back on the open road.”
I grinned. Throttle shifted his gavel in hand, the original one used by his father and founding President, Voodoo.
“Well, let's get this over with. Everybody in favor of turning out the Nomads and electing officers for the new Missoula charter, say 'aye.'”
He went down the line. Ayes rang out, one by one, without pause. Unanimous.
The gavel came down. Throttle looked at me, and then at the rest of us.
“It's finished, brothers. Take my congratulations and hit the road whenever you're ready. If nobody has anything else, I think we can – “
“Hold up!” Blaze shouted, several seats over. “I want to change my patch permanently.”
My eyes went wide and I stared at my brother in shock. What the fuck was happening here?
“I've worn the VP patch for the Nomads proudly, right beside my brother Maverick.” He turned to me. “Thing is, I like it here. This latest shit with the Grizzlies reminds me I've been on the road for too long. I'm ready to trade a little freedom for the right to kick back in the same town, the same clubhouse. If there's no objection, I'd like to join the new Missoula charter.”
Blaze and I shared a long, intense look. Hypno, Shatter, and Tank stared right along with me. Slowly, I nodded to him, giving him my blessing.
Blaze could be a real asshole, but he always came to his senses. He'd been a good VP and a good blood brother. I wasn't sure what the hell had gotten into him, but if he wanted this, then I wasn't gonna stand in his way.
The vote was swift. I said my 'aye,' without wavering for a second.
The second vote Throttle called was even more surprising. It passed just as easily, giving my brother a post he seriously deserved.
Not only was Blaze patched into the Missoula charter – it's first official member – he was patched in as President.
I got out of my chair and gave my brother a big, manly hug. Our father had been in an MC out East, before the Devils' time. He never would've believed both his sons would grow up to be Presidents in a club that commanded mad respect.
“Congratulations, brother. Now you get to take all the blame for other people's fuckups, just like me.”
He laughed and returned my hug. The rest of the guys clapped and hollered. It was rare to have big church sessions like this between clubs, and now it had turned into something truly unusual.
“Okay! We've got fucking food and whiskey coming in as we speak out there. If nobody has anything else, we can work out Missoula's logistics later.” Throttle was about to pound the gavel when Tank stood up.
“You remember me, boss. I was doing a lot of thinking while I was flat on my ass, and I've decided I'd like to stay in Missoula too.”
I raised an eyebrow, but honestly wasn't as shocked by Tank's decision. Just didn't think it would be so public.
I saw the way he was making goo-goo eyes at Emma while she tended his wounds. Throttle looked at me, feeling me out, and I nodded.
“Let's vote.”
Third vote, unanimous again. Hoped it was the last. The hungry looks on other faces said I wasn't the only one getting fucking tired of going around to this many guys.
“All right, brothers! Is there anything else?”
A couple guys snickered, but nobody stood up or raised their voice. Throttle brought the hammer down, and I was the first one rushing out the door, ready to meet up with June and party.
Fuck, it had been way too long since we had a good time.
June sat at the bar with another woman I recognized. Throttle's old lady.
They clinked glasses as I approached. Something about that made me smile. It told me she hadn't just gotten used to my brothers and I, but she was really getting into club life, mingling with old ladies and accepting her place.
Beautiful. Things are finally moving in the right direction.
“Hey, babe.” I ran a possessive hand over her shoulder. Damn, she looked as good as she smelled tonight.
“You boys finally done in there? I think we were running out of girl talk waiting for you all to finish so we could break out the goods.” Rachel razzed me with her words and her tongue.
“Girl talk? What the fuck's that?”
June squeezed my hand. “Pretty important, Maverick. My new friend was just telling me all about what I should expect now that you're my old man.”
“Yeah? What sorts of things are those?” My hand slid all the way down her, until I covered her thigh.
Oh, hell. My cock was ready to skip the party and take her up to our room right now. I'd have to make the greedy bastard wait, though, because tonight was my last chance to see some brothers for a long time.
“It's old lady business!” Rach piped up in a girlish, sing-song voice. “Sorry. We don't talk about things like that with guys who aren't in our club.”
I laughed. Blaze came up to me with an empty glass and a bottle of Jack. Pried my hands away from June's sweet curves just long enough to say hello.
Throttle slid behind the bar and wrapped an arm around his old lady's waist.
“Let's get to it, baby girl,” he said, though he was also addressing all of us. “Can't leave our baby upstairs with the sitter forever.”
June and I both smiled at him, and then we looked at each other. Didn't take a fucking psychic to know we were thinking the same thing.
Throttle and Rach had a damned good thing going, and in them, we saw our future. Probably approaching us a hell of a lot faster than it seemed.
Those moment's when everything's absolutely fucking perfect are rare in this life. That night, drinking, eating, and
laughing our asses off, was definitely one of them.
When it was all over, I stumbled upstairs with my babe, and laid her out in the shower. She was wet all over and so fucking irresistible my whole body trembled, starting at my cock.
I pushed her naked, slick body against the wall and plowed into her. I never came so fucking fast after drinking in my life, and she did too.
Holy fuck. Didn't know what the hell this sweet girl was doing to me, but I liked it.
Must've been witchcraft, or some shit, because it was just getting better every single time I we did it.
Later, blissfully spent in bed, I cuddled her close. She still looked damned good pressed up naked around my tats. Didn't matter if my cock had its fill until morning.
“Did you study that map?” I asked.
She smiled sweetly and held my finger gently. “Yeah. How about Chicago? I always wanted to see a big city. Just once.”
“Wherever you want, babe. We've got ourselves a clubhouse a little ways West of there. We'll stop through Iowa first, then circle down and hang out as long as you want.”
“Iowa? What's there except corn fields?” She looked confused. Amazed it didn't do a damned thing to dent how sexy she looked.
“Got a sister I'd like you to meet. I know you lost your family,” I said softly. “You've met most of mine in this MC. Just one more left to meet. Aimee's gonna love you.”
She smiled, looking up at me with those damned enchanting eyes. The sadness was all gone, replaced by stars that were bright and warm. Didn't seem possible, but it made her look even more beautiful.
We kissed, and I looked forward to getting on the open road.
Everybody was on the move the next morning. Guys from all the charters dragged their asses, including me.
June and I shook off our hangovers with lots of water and some breakfast. Blaze sat across from me the whole time, wearing his cut with the new PRESIDENT patch already stitched on. He hadn't gotten his Missoula bottom rocker yet, but it wouldn't be far behind.
We laughed and said our goodbyes. He told me he'd call when we got to Aimee's place, and I made damned sure he better live up to his word.
Everybody from the Dakota crew and the Nomads pulled out together, with Throttle's and his boys riding lead.
Hypno and Shatter were behind me in perfect formation. Those two were vying for VP slot now that Blaze was gone – not that being VP meant much in a tiny Nomad charter with three guys.
We'd be looking for prospects in the Midwest, where the Prairie Devils always needed more guys. I looked forward to it, making a clean start, living like a Nomad again.
June leaned into me as we roared on through Montana beneath the big blue sky. She clinked her helmet gently on mine every so often, scratching my neck or teasing me with those sweet lips.
If she thought I was tired after last night, she had another thing coming.
Up ahead, Throttle's big convoy looked like tiny dots, heading back to Cassandra. Wouldn't be long at all until we went our separate ways.
The bright sun filled my eyes, and the air had the mild, sweet scent of the plains changing from spring to summer. June's hands gripped my waist tighter, feeling up my waist, anchoring me to what really mattered on this crazy fucking ride.
I wouldn't be a Nomad forever. Or at least not one with as much freedom as I craved, able to take off and go roaring across the country whenever the club wasn't calling in its troops.
When we were stuck in Python, I'd missed this, and it felt damned good to be free.
But as I enjoyed each and every one of her loving strokes, I knew the future would be perfect, no matter what happened. Sacrificing a little freedom to settle down somewhere and have kids with the woman I loved sounded pretty fucking good right about now.
I was ready. Just as long as June was at my side, an old lady as wild and free as my own heart.
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