Wheelie’s Challenge

by Chiah Wilder

  “I am now. You need a ride?”

  “Banger and Belle are going to pick me up. Bones is going to be there. I’m pretty sure Tigger told him to keep an eye on me. He didn’t want me to go tonight, but Banger told him to basically fuck off.” She giggled.

  “Is Bones supposed to spy on you while Tigger’s gone?”

  “Just for tonight. I think he thought I’d drive myself. I don’t know why he asked Bones to make sure I don’t because Tigger wrote down all the mileage on both cars before he left this morning.” A short pause. “He does that a lot.”

  “Fuckin’ bastard. We gotta figure this shit out about Bones. I don’t want him watching us. I’ll ask one of my buddies to keep him occupied when we go to Hanging Lake.”

  “When are we going?”

  “Tomorrow. There’s no rain in the forecast.”

  “I’m looking forward to it, especially trying out your Harley. It’s wicked looking and I heard it’s really powerful and smooth.”

  “Yeah, huh? Well, I’m looking forward to you pressed up against me.” Wheelie picked up a flat stone and threw it in the river, watching large drops of water jump then fall back into the river. “I’ll see you tonight. I need to get back to the car wash.”

  “I’m looking forward to the picnic. I’m making a Buffalo chicken pasta salad. It’s really good. You’ll have to try it.”

  Wheelie wanted to reach through the phone and draw her into his arms and never let her go. “I plan to. See you, babe.”

  “Bye.”

  Wheelie spun around and headed to the parking lot. As he walked toward his bike, Rags pulled in and parked his landscaping truck next to it. He jumped out of the vehicle and came over.

  “Coming or going?” he asked.

  Wheelie took out his keys. “Going. You stopping off for a beer?”

  “More like a gallon of cold water.” Rags took off his cap and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “It’s fuckin’ hot out here.”

  “I’m glad I work inside. You going to the family picnic tonight?”

  “Nope. I’m gonna hang out inside the air-conditioned club, have a few cold beers, and play some pool.”

  “Do me a favor and ask Bones to shoot some pool with you.”

  “Bones? Why am I doing that?”

  “’Cause Tigger’s asked him to spy on Sofia, and Bones can be a sonofabitch sometimes. If she looks funny at a guy in the park, he’ll tell Tigger she was flirting or some shit like that. He can be a troublemaker.”

  Rags’ eyes narrowed. “This guy she may be looking funny at wouldn’t be you, would it?”

  “You know Bones. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “I heard Tigger asked you to take his old lady to the grocery store and watch over her. That’s pretty convenient for you.”

  Wheelie looked away as he tried to push down the rising fire inside him. “You gonna help or not?” He glanced back at Rags.

  “You’re gonna owe me so fuckin’ big.”

  “Thanks, dude.” Wheelie pressed his lips together. Rags lifted his chin and they both went their separate ways.

  After several hours of working, Wheelie turned the lock, flipped on the CLOSED sign, then went to the bathroom to freshen up before heading to the picnic. He had to play it cool that night because he didn’t doubt for one second that Banger, and probably Hawk, would be watching him. Wheelie grabbed his cut and walked out the back door.

  * * *

  Sunlight sifted through the lush branches of the oak trees, casting spidery patterns on the park’s freshly mown lawn. Several people jogged on the tracks around the edges of the park, and the muffled squeals and laughter of children on the playground equipment traveled on the light breeze.

  Wheelie strolled over to the area where wisps of smoke curled above large grills.

  “Wheelie!” Harley cried, running over to him.

  He picked up Banger’s son and spun around with him, laughing as the boy screamed out in delight. “You’re getting heavier each time I do that,” he said, putting the boy back on his feet. Braxton came running over to Wheelie and threw his arms up in the air. “My turn,” he said, and Wheelie obliged, spinning him around like a ride at the carnivals that came through town in the summer.

  “That’s fun,” the boy said, his eyes bright.

  Hawk came over and clasped Wheelie on the shoulder. “Glad you could come.” He reached over and picked up Braxton with his free arm.

  “Daddy, can you spin me like Wheelie did?”

  Hawk whirled his boy around over and over until Cara yelled out, “Enough. You’re going to drop him.” A frown crossed her forehead.

  Laughing, Hawk set Braxton down. “Mommy’s right. Go and play with Harley, and let your sister play if she wants to.” The young boy ran off and Hawk looked at Wheelie. “I’m dizzy as fuck. Let’s go grab a beer.”

  Wheelie followed Hawk over to the large cooler and that’s when he saw Sofia. Sunlight weaved through her dark hair like strands of gold, and she looked damn sexy in her short denim skirt and blue checkered top. As if she sensed him, Sofia looked over her shoulder as a small smile whispered over her shiny pink lips, and he sucked in his breath as his cock twitched to life.

  “Here you go.” Hawk handed him a tall can of Coors.

  Turning away from Sofia, he took the beer and cracked it open. As he talked with Throttle, Axe, and Rock, he saw her stealing glances at him from the corner of his eye, but he felt Banger’s stare on him, so he kept laughing and talking with his brothers even though his mind, his senses, and his dick were lost in Sofia.

  “We’re ready to eat,” Belle said.

  The men meandered over to the picnic tables covered in multi-colored striped oilcloths. Wheelie glanced around for Sofia and saw her holding Axe’s son. She looked so sweet and maternal as she pressed the one-month-old Jagger to her chest. Suddenly—right out of left field—an urge to have Sofia’s belly full with his baby grabbed hold of him. Whoa … Fuck! What the hell? He shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of the thought, but it didn’t budge.

  Jagger began to fret and cry and Baylee ran over and took him from Sofia then rocked him in her arms.

  Cara put a can of beer down and looked at Wheelie. “Here’s your place.” She waved her hands at the people. “Find a place to sit then go over to the buffet table and grab a plate. Banger, Jax, Bear, and Ruben are manning the grills.” She tugged Sofia’s arm and brought her over to the table. “Have a seat.”

  “Cara …” Hawk’s voice was hard like iron.

  Cara went over to him and kissed him on the lips. “Make sure Braxton and Isa are settled at our table, sweetie.” She breezed away and Wheelie chuckled inwardly then sat down next to Sofia.

  “It looks like Cara’s decided where we’re sitting.”

  “Yeah, good ol’ Cara.” He smiled as he looked at Hawk chasing after Braxton and Harley. “You’re gonna have to point out the salad you made.”

  “I will.” She craned her neck. “We should get our plates.” She pivoted and swung her legs over the bench then stood up. “I’ll leave my purse here.” She put her bag on her seat. “I don’t want anyone taking my place.”

  “Me neither. I like having you close to me.” He let her go first then followed her to the buffet table.

  Soon the tables were full and everyone was talking and laughing as they enjoyed their time together. The heat from the day dissipated as the cool early evening air slowly slipped in, but sitting next to Sofia, Wheelie felt the heat of her body. Trying to concentrate on what Throttle and Bear were saying to him, he turned slightly toward them, but his distraction pulled him back when Sofia’s leg fell against his. He glanced at her sideways and he smiled when he saw a soft pink flush creeping up her neck. Wheelie reached underneath the table and gently placed his hand on her knee. Her skin was like velvet, and her heady scent of violet and cedar-wood was intoxicating. Just as he was ready to pull his hand away she gripped it, entwining her fingers around his. He squeezed ba
ck and they carried on separate conversations all while holding onto each other.

  As the orange-hued sun began dipping behind the mountain peaks, scarlet and amethyst emblazoned the sky before it darkened to obsidian. The women cleared the tables and wrapped up the leftovers while the men smoked pot, drank beer, and talked about motorcycles. Streetlights strategically placed around the park blinked on as fireflies sparked and lit up pockets of darkness.

  Wheelie looked over his shoulder and saw Sofia helping Cheri and Doris put the food away in large coolers. He took out his phone.

  Wheelie: I need to talk to you.

  Sofia: Meet me @ my house after Belle & Banger take me home. Bones wasn’t here.

  Wheelie: I took care of that.

  Sofia: U’ll have to tell me how.

  Wheelie: I will. Later.

  He put his phone away and went over to the ladies. “Do you need any help loading the coolers into the cars?”

  “Aren’t you a sweet one?” Belle said, her eyes darting to Sofia then back to him. “Banger brought a few dollies so we can just stack them up and wheel them to the cars.”

  Several of the brothers came over and helped stack and load up the cars while the rest packed up the grills and threw the trash out. As Banger walked toward his SUV carrying Harley, whose cheek rested against his father’s shoulder while staring glassy-eyed at Wheelie, Sofia strolled with Belle and Cara over to the car. Bidding goodbyes to his brothers, Wheelie started up his bike and rode over to Sofia’s house, parking by the trashcan in the alley as he waited for her to get home.

  The tip of his joint glowed eerily in the moonless night. A while later, the backyard lit up with a patch of yellow emanating from the light in the kitchen. He rolled his bike in neutral and parked it in the yard then softly knocked on the back door. It opened quickly and Sofia unlatched the screen door.

  “I looked for your bike and when I didn’t see it, I thought something came up and you couldn’t come.”

  He went inside and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “I’d wanted to do that the moment I saw you tonight.”

  “All I’ve thought about for the past week was when I’d finally get to be with you without feeling afraid.” Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his face close to his then kissed him softly. “I think about you all the time,” she whispered against his lips.

  Wheelie ran his hands down her back and cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing them. “You do something to me, woman, that I can’t explain.”

  “I want to be with you.” Sofia brushed her tongue across his lips, over his jaw, and then down his neck.

  He groaned. His brain told him to stop and leave, but his hard dick and the explosion of sensations burning through him like a wildfire told him to stay. “Let’s go to my place.” At least I have some respect not to fuck a brother’s wife in his bed. Warning signals screeched in his brain, but he ignored them; he’d fought this thing between him and Sofia for too long. Nothing mattered at that moment except for the two of them.

  “Okay.” She pulled away. “I’ll just get a few things. Be back in a sec.”

  He watched her as she left the room, desire and lust racing through him. What the fuck am I doing? Turn around and go, his mind screamed, but he wasn’t listening. He knew that by taking this step, he could never go back, but he didn’t want to. Sofia had been in his blood for a long time.

  “I’m ready,” she said, walking into the kitchen carrying a small duffel bag. “Will this fit in your saddle bag?”

  “Yeah.” Wheelie reached out and took it from her then headed out. He walked his bike out to the alley then waited for her to climb on. As soon as Sofia’s arms wrapped around his waist, he knew there was no turning back.

  Wheelie pressed the button and the bike roared to life, then he headed down the alley with the woman he’d been dreaming about for so long pressed tightly against him.

  Chapter Ten

  Sofia walked into the kitchen behind Wheelie, her heart pounding harder with each step she took. Now that she was there with him, doubts began to creep in. What if I end up ruining a great friendship with him? What if he doesn’t want anything to do with me after we have sex? Her head told her it was probably a big mistake to continue this any further with him, but her body was too alive with desire and lust to heed any warning.

  Wheelie placed her duffel bag on the kitchen table and turned to look at her, his gaze roaming over her body. She held her breath. I’m tired of fighting whatever this is between us. Maybe a night of hot, sweaty sex is what we both need to get it out of our systems.

  “You look like you’re having second thoughts.” His deep voice stroked her senses and made her tremble.

  “I’m not,” she whispered then brushed past him, walking toward the table to pick up her bag.

  He grabbed her wrist and stopped her, spinning her around to face him. The heated hunger burning in his silver-gray eyes made her body shiver with anticipation as if she was at the top of a rollercoaster ready to dive down.

  Sofia lifted up on her toes at the same time Wheelie lowered his head. She closed her eyes, waiting for his mouth to press against hers, but instead, he moved his lips around to her ears and cheeks until they slowly made their way toward her mouth. Then he kissed her, his teeth slightly scraping her bottom lip, his hand grasping the back of her head, and she reached out and ran her hands down his chest. Wheelie growled and a thousand tingles rushed down her body. Grasping his shirt, Sofia tugged on it in an attempt to pull him to her, resulting in another deep rumble from Wheelie’s chest.

  Wheelie’s hair brushed against Sofia’s face, and he plunged his tongue inside her warm mouth, setting her on fire with each thrust and lick. Suddenly, he was kissing her harder and deeper—with a fierce, demanding passion. His hands traveled down Sofia’s back until one of them grabbed her thigh, drawing her closer, and she arched into him. Sofia’s senses exploded as she felt his urgent need, his fire; the lust between them twisted and burned while every square inch of her body dissolved into his. Sofia’s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking it as her veins throbbed and her heart slammed against her rib cage. Never had she been kissed with such intensity and raw, sexual need. Her arousal was off the charts.

  “Wheelie,” she sputtered, pulling away from his mouth, but he silenced her with his lips and scooped her up in his arms. Sofia never even had a chance to look around his place as he carried her through several rooms without breaking contact until he stopped to lay her down on the bed. Wheelie hovered over her as his fingers slid under her skirt and circled the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sofia’s nipples began to rise and her body hummed with nerves.

  Breaking away, he dragged his lips across her jaw. “There are so many dirty things I want to do to you,” he breathed against her neck as his finger lightly grazed her nipple.

  A shiver coursed through her at his words, and she sucked in a breath as his lips seared a hot trail down her neck to her heaving breasts. Wheelie gripped the hem of her top and pushed it upwards, removing it. His calloused fingers felt rough against her pebbled skin. He paused and looked down at Sofia’s breasts as they strained against the sheer bra, her tight nipples begging for attention. He reached behind her and unclasped the hooks then slid the straps down her arms, pulling back slightly to discard the bra on the floor. The cool air brushed over her, making the tips harden even more, and Sofia arched her back and caught his heated gaze.

  “Play with them,” she said softly.

  A smile twitched at the corners of his lips before he darted his tongue out and swiped it over the tip of one of her nipples while his finger flicked the other one. A ball of fire rushed down her spine and landed between her thighs as she groaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. Wheelie took her nipple between his teeth and swirled his tongue across the top, over and over, while his hands squeezed and kneaded both breasts.

  “It feels so good,” she murmured, her body writhing underneath him.

  “Yo
ur tits are beautiful, baby,” he said in a low voice as he ground his hips into her.

  Sofia gasped as his dick pressed against her throbbing mound, and she rocked up into him, meeting his movements.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, pulling up from her body and capturing her eyes with his.

  For a few seconds they stared at each other. She saw the pulse throbbing at the base of his throat, and blood raced through her veins. Then he leaned down and gave her a crazy, frantic kiss as she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up. Twisting and gasping together, they clawed at each other urgently while working on zippers and buttons until they were naked, their clothes and shoes haphazardly strewn on the hardwood floor.

  Wheelie’s lips slid down her body while his fingers scratched and pinched her charged flesh as they followed, his gaze never leaving hers. He pressed his mouth to her stomach, licking her skin, teasing her as he swept his tongue down to the top of her aching sex.

  “So soft and beautiful,” he said, dragging his lips down her thighs and then back up. Each time he’d come close to her mound, she’d brace for his mouth, but instead, he’d move it back over her hips. When he glided his fingers over her sensitive folds, Sofia whimpered and grabbed his hand, holding it against her throbbing pussy.

  “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said, slipping one finger between her engorged lips and rubbing her sweet spot.

  The touch was like a burst of fireworks lighting up a midnight sky. Stars flashed in front of her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Oh … fuck!” I can’t believe I came that fast. Sofia slowly opened her eyes then giggled when she saw Wheelie’s widened gaze. “It’s been a long time,” she said softly.

  He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “And here I thought I was that fuckin’ good.”

  They both laughed and he hugged her close to him. This is so perfect. He knows me and I don’t have to be embarrassed or anything. “I feel so good right now.” She kissed his chin.