Troubled Son: Savage Sons MC Romance

by King, Jayna

  I had to stop thinking about Max and bed at the same time. Since it was still pretty warm, I'd decided to run up I25 a little ways north of Denver to give her a feel for the bike. We rode for about twenty minutes, and I could feel Max looking around the whole time. She'd loosened her grip and rested her hands on her thighs, lightly touching my hips. She tightened her hold on me as I turned on my signal and started to slow for the exit we approached.

  We pulled into the lot of Sun Harley Davidson in Thornton, and I parked the bike and took off my helmet.

  "Doing okay?" I asked as Max put her hands on my shoulders and carefully climbed off the bike.

  "Yeah," she answered breathlessly. "That was fun." She fumbled with the straps of her helmet, trying to find the catch to release it.

  I swung my leg over and stood up to help her. "Here you go." I handed her the helmet. "You carry your own. You did good. You didn't throw off my balance, and that's the most important thing when we're on the road."

  "Good. I tried to keep still." She tried to run her hands through her hair -- now hopelessly tangled.

  "You'll learn to either braid it or deal with tangles, sweetheart," I said with a laugh.

  Max didn't seem to be the least bit upset. "Okey dokey," she answered with that supermodel smile.

  "And honey, you may want to drop the 'okay-dokey.' We ain't gonna be hanging at the science fair."

  I couldn't help but stare at her lips as she put on a fake pout, and I decided to move things along.

  "You always take your helmet inside, and I ain't gonna carry it for you." I pointed at the big showroom. "This place is gonna be expensive, and we're gonna hit some second hand stores later so you don't look like you just went out and bought a whole new wardrobe, but we can pick you up a few things here. You're gonna need some leathers, and I'll give you a Sons jacket to wear as soon as I get the right size and have one of the girls sew some patches on."

  I stepped back and looked her over again, this time thinking about all the stuff she'd need. "Max, don't take this the wrong way, but we may have some trouble finding stuff to fit you. You're not exactly petite."

  "Don't I know it," she laughed.

  "It's just that most of the girls wear stuff pretty short and pretty tight. You're not gonna like everything I pick for you, but you need to know that it's gonna look right."

  "I know I'm not petite, but I've been to the gym nearly every day. I'm not afraid to show a little skin if that's what you recommend."

  "Oh, I do recommend it." I was careful to keep my voice even, and I turned on my heel and headed for the store.

  We walked inside, and I realized that Max was about to get a sense of the way bikers treated one percenters. My cut told the people inside everything they needed to know about me -- most importantly that I was a man to be feared and that they'd best give me what I wanted.

  I caught the eye of the man in charge -- some fella who looked to be fresh from corporate training at Harley headquarters. He nodded my way respectfully and I saw him leave the showroom. When he came back out, he was with an older guy I knew.

  "Moses. Good to see you, man," the man greeted me as he came over to see what I needed.

  "You too, Miller." I shook his hand. "Max here needs some new gear -- leathers and whatever else she wants. I want her to look good. Can you help us out?"

  "Nice to meet you, Max. We'll get you fixed right up."

  "I got some business to do on the phone. Whatever she wants, Miller, give it to her in a size smaller." I pointedly ignored Max's wide eyes and open mouth, and I walked back outside. I sure hope she wasn't expecting me to sit through a fuckin' fashion show, and I really did have a few calls to make.

  When I came back inside about twenty minutes later, I found Max at the register laughing and talking to Miller like she'd known him forever. I walked up and threw an arm around Max. "Miller, you hittin' on my old lady?"

  Miller looked around to make sure the tight assed manager wasn't anywhere around to overhear. "Fuck off, Moses. You know I ain't got a death wish."

  Max pulled away from me and continued to laugh. "Miller was just telling me about the time you ran out of gas out in California. Sounds like it was a religious experience."

  I shook my head in mock disgust. "Those nuns looked like I'd come from Mars. Had to push that bike three fuckin miles to that convent, and the closest town was nearly ten miles away. The sure shook me down, though, for a bunch of religious gals. I always liked to think they went out and bought themselves new underwear with the donation I ended up leaving behind after they filled up my bike."

  The two of them just died laughing.

  "I think we're all set," Max told me. "I'll model it all for you later, if you want."

  The sex that came through in her voice made my cock get stiff again, even though I knew she was just playing a part.

  "Whatever you want, sugar, as long as you take everything off at the end."

  Max blushed a little, and I figured it was time to move along. She picked up two big shopping bags, and I realized that my saddle bags were gonna be nearly full from our first stop. I shook Miller's hand and thanked him for the help before we hit the road.

  "Do we still have more shopping to do?" Max asked as we stowed her new clothes. "Looks like we're out of space."

  "We can hit the Goodwill and Salvation Army tomorrow for some used stuff, but the rest of the places we'll go today will deliver whatever we buy to the clubhouse. This store was a trial run in tourist town. From here we head into rougher territory. If you don't know what to say, just keep your mouth shut. Got it?"

  "Yup." Max put her helmet on. "Ready to roll."

  We headed back south toward a shop I knew would put Max to the test.

  The club's name was Kittens, and I had two reasons for taking her there. I wanted to see how she'd handle shopping in a store that catered to strippers, and I wanted to introduce Max to the kind of girls she'd be spending time with.

  "You have got to be kidding me," she leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

  I tried not to think about the fact that the thought of Max and strippers at the same time turned me on. "Don't worry. We're not going into the club. One of the Sons is inside, and you're not ready for that yet. "I'm gonna take you inside the shop next door and buy you something sexy."

  She got off the bike slowly and she looked at me with an absolutely expressionless face. I felt a little sorry for her, but I thought that we both needed to know if she was going to be able to pass as my old lady. Catty, trashy girls would be the harshest judge, and we might as well see what Kitten herself had to say.

  I reached up to take her helmet off, knowing that she could handle it, but wanting to be able to say a few words that I didn't want anyone to overhear. "Max, this is gonna be weird. I'm not gonna lie. But you're gonna need to get to know some of these girls, even if you don't like them. They do a lot of business for us, and they're also going to be the key to getting you accepted as my old lady." I handed her the helmet. "They may not be polite at first, but you can handle this."

  She looked up at me. "Whatever you say. I'm good."

  "Oh," I said her as I threw a possessive arm over her shoulders. "And you don't have to wear anything we pick out in here. Unless you want to." I smacked her ass and opened the door for her. She didn't say a word.

  Chapter 9

  Max

  The sun was just about to hit the top of the Rocky Mountains to the west, and I was struck by the contrast of the spectacular natural beauty of Denver and the sleazy shop I was about to enter. I'm not a prude, but I was really glad that we weren't heading into the strip club. I felt only marginally better about going into the store. Assuming that the lingerie and hooker heels in the window were the tamest of their inventory, this shopping trip was about to get interesting.

  I had to admit that I was a little curious about whether Moses was going to turn me over to the sales person like he had at the Harley shop or if he'd be involved in selecting my at
tire. I also had to admit that I was far from immune to his charms. The ride had been exhilarating -- the wind in my now tangled hair and the feeling of Moses' hips between my legs had been quite a thrill. From what I could feel, he was hard muscle all over. He clearly took care of himself -- not exactly what I expected from a biker. I'd figured on a smoker's cough and a beer gut, but Moses had none of that.

  I decided to ignore the smack on my ass as I walked through the door. It fit the parts we were playing.

  The store smelled like cheap incense and latex. We hadn't made it three steps inside the door before a woman slinked past me -- a wave of perfume and stale cigarette smoke trailing behind -- and threw her arms around Moses.

  "Honey, you're the finest thing I've seen in weeks." She planted a kiss on his cheek. "Moses, where you been keeping yourself?"

  "I know I haven't been around much, Kitten." Moses reached for me and pulled me to his side with an arm over my shoulders. "This is Max. She's hardly let me outta bed for the last few months. Just can't get enough, can you, sugar?"

  I tried to give Moses my version of a sexy smile, but I'm not sure how successful it was. I looked at Kitten. "Can you blame me?"

  Kitten looked me up and down and shook her head. "Not a bit, honey. Not a bit."

  She started to walk back toward the register counter, and she handled her four-inch platform heels like the pro I guessed she was. I guessed her age at about fifty, and even though she looked like she'd had a hard life, she was still pretty beneath the makeup and wrinkles. Her freckled, wrinkled cleavage was a reminder to wear sunscreen, but she was clearly fit and rocked the bustier and leather pants she wore.

  "So what brings you in here, Moses?" she asked, still checking me out on the sly. "Lady friend in the mood to see some girls tonight?"

  Moses laughed. "Nah. I thought I'd take Max here on a little shopping spree. I want some seriously trashy stuff 'cause I have some seriously dirty plans for this girl."

  Kitten stepped back and nodded at me. "Let's see whatcha got, girl. Take that jacket off and let me get a look at you."

  I hadn't realized that I was going to be gawked at, but I figured I had to play along. I slipped out of my jacket, held out my arms, and turned around. "Can you make me look good?"

  Kitten's eyes lit up and she practically purred. "Oh my. Have I got some things for you." She looked over at Moses. "Come take a look at these."

  She led us over to the shoe section first. I was surprised to see that she had stilettos and mid-thigh boots in my size -- ten-and-a-half. Moses gestured to a pair of shiny black vinyl stiletto boots that would nearly reach my crotch. They were laced up the back, and I was relieved to see that they had a zipper on the inside, otherwise I didn't think I'd ever be able to get them on. He also picked a pair of red leather peep-toes wedges that towered at nearly five inches. I worried about whether I'd be able to walk in them, but I thought it might be fun to be closer to Moses in height.

  Shoes selected, we headed for lingerie. I already had a bit of a lingerie weakness, whether anyone else saw it or not. I loved beautiful, well-made bra and panty sets, and I'd spent far more than I probably should have over the years. This was a whole different category of lingerie, though. Half of the panties didn't even have crotches for goodness sake!

  Fortunately, Moses and Kitten picked out bras that would cover my nipples, at least. I'd told Moses that I didn't mind showing a little skin, but these getups might be pushing it. I remembered his promise that I didn't actually have to wear any of it, though, and it made me feel a little better.

  "36 D," I answered Kitten when she asked my bra size.

  I wondered if I imagined the look of interest in Moses eyes when I mentioned my cup size. I found myself wondering if he liked full-figured women, and I also wondered if he was really selecting lingerie that he liked. We were just playing parts, after all. Kitten's arms were full of hangers -- panties, bras, a couple of semi-transparent teddies -- so we headed for the fitting room.

  Before we disappeared from Moses sight, she turned to him. "Want your show and tell now or later?"

  I panicked, and I'm sure Moses saw my wide eyes behind Kitten's back.

  "Oh, I think we'll have a private show later, Kitten. Take care of my girl."

  I felt a flood of relief, knowing that I wouldn't be parading around the store in less than I'd ever worn in public, and then I realized that Kitten was waiting for me to shed every stitch of clothing I had on.

  I figured that she had to have seen just about everything in her line of work, so I stripped down. I was surprised that it was actually fun to try on articles of clothing that I'd never have selected for myself. Kitten had done a good job of selecting the pieces, and I discovered that it turned me on to zip up the boots, put on panties that tied at each side (and I tried really hard not to think about Moses untying them,) and have Kitten lace me into a black vinyl bustier. I looked in the mirror and hardly recognized myself. I towered over Kitten, and I looked fantastic in a sexy-trashy way. The bustier pushed me up and out, and the cleavage was simply fantastic. For a moment, I really wanted Moses to see me dressed up that way.

  I came to my senses. We went through the pile of clothes, discarding very few, and I calmed myself down. I had to remember that the sex was just part of the persona. Just an act. Moses and I had business to do that was literally deadly serious, and thinking about a strip tease was not only irrelevant, but also potentially dangerous. I thanked Kitten for the help, and I put my clothes back on. While she went back out to the sales floor to wrap and ring everything up, I took a hard look at myself in the mirror.

  I took in the cheap looking dye job on my hair and the heavy black eyeliner. This job wasn't about having fun, I reminded myself. Buying panties and thinking about wanting to see Moses without his shirt on had nothing to do with what I should be focused on. The Savage Sons were bad people, and when I met them, I had to find a way to put them in prison. That was all there was to it. I resolved to head home after we left Kittens and spend at least an hour-and-a-half in the gym. I clearly needed to banish any sexy thoughts I had about Moses and find a way to get my focus back where it belonged. I took a deep breath and went to find Moses.

  Chapter 10

  Moses

  I walked back inside to find Kitten ringing up a fortune in slutty shoes and underwear. I'd thought the stop at the lingerie shop would be a good way to see how Max handled being in an unfamiliar situation, and she'd been cool as a cucumber. I was the one who'd gotten so hot and bothered by the thought of the thongs and heels that I had to get some air. Even just hearing her bra size gave me half a hard on. I couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to watch her put on and then remove some of the things Kitten and I had picked out. Even the thought of Max in the dressing room made me unable to focus on anything except what her ass might look like in the red lace panties I'd picked out to match her shoes. I had to stop.

  I paid for the stuff and realized that lace cost more per square inch than leather did. Kitten gave me a goodbye kiss and told Max to come back anytime she wanted to spice things up. Packages in hand, we headed back outside, and I could hear one of my phones ringing to let me know that I had a voicemail as we walked toward my bike. It was one of the prepaid phones, and the missed calls -- all three of them -- were from Bug. I shook my head and figured that my plans for an early night probably weren't gonna work out.

  I asked Max to give me a minute and I walked to the other side of the parking lot before I listened to the first voicemail.

  "It's Bug. Call me right away."

  I deleted the first message to move to the second.

  "Bug again. Call me goddammit."

  I laughed at the second message. Typical Bug, making a big deal out of every little thing.

  "Moses, it's Bug. Either you call me, or I'm gonna come find you, brother."

  I rolled my eyes and called him back. He'd clearly been waiting for the call.

  "Jesus Motherfucking Christ, Moses. Whe
re the fuck have you been?"

  "Out. What's up?" His drama was nothing new to me.

  "Moses, you can't just blow me off. I'm the VP, and this is club business."

  "Well, do you want to tell me about this important club business, or would you like to continue to whine like a little bitch?"

  Bug's voice got even more frantic and high-pitched. "You better watch it. You..."

  "Bug. What's up? I ain't got all night."

  "Fuckin' Red didn't show up tonight. She had a couple of guys here looking for her."

  "Did you call Krystal?"

  "Of course I fucking called Krystal! I'm not an idiot. No answer. I left like four messages."

  "I'm sure you did." I looked at one of my other phones to check the time. "I'll be there as soon as I can. In the meantime, just find another girl to make the guys happy. Give 'em a two-for-one special or something."

  I hung up the phone and called Krystal. She answered just before the call would have gone to voicemail, and she sounded like she was out of breath.

  "What's going on, sugar? You know where Red is?"

  "Aw, Jesus, Moses. It's been a shitty night. Red must've found herself another dealer, and she ODed. I found her in a puddle of piss when I got home from the shop."

  I inhaled and slowly blew out through my mouth, thinking. A lot of the girls who worked for the Sons were tweakers, but we did our best to keep 'em pretty level. We stepped pretty hard on the stuff we sold them, and they knew it, but they put up with it. Every now and then, though, one of the girls would get some crank from somewhere else, and that meant trouble, for a couple of reasons.

  "What did you do with her?"

  "I called 911. I hated to do it, but they already know her, and I searched her room before I called. The only crank in the house was in her purse."