“I’ve never been one for delayed satisfaction,” he replied.
“Here and now,” Red said. “Explains the fact you were at the trailer this morning.”
“You want to be a good man for your wife, I want to have enough to provide honestly for mine.” Freaky shook his head.
“She it?” he asked. “You finalize that?”
Had he? Freaky loved her, but had he said it? More importantly had she? Was it too soon to label what they had? He only needed a moment, but she was recovering. Her pulling away, bracing for whatever abuse Clive would dole out had hurt him. He wasn’t that man, but maybe at one time, Clive hadn’t been either. “Working on it,” he finally replied. “Either way, the fact they approached her means they are unpredictable and we need to do the whole enemies closer when it comes to the Blood Sports.”
“First instinct when it comes to me is to say no,” he replied. “I fought against being the Prez here, being a doc, even the way Roadkill made me feel.”
“Are you sayin’ most times you’re an idiot,” Freaky joked because it was just the two of them.
“Success, progress, being more is scary. Sitting still is safe.”
“But the view never changes.”
“I’ll call church, but I’m not going to support running guns. I can’t,” Red said.
Freaky’s heart dropped to this stomach.
“But I can carry any weight.”
Freaky extended his hand and Red clasped it. “Because you have brothers to support your back.”
Three hours later, Freaky walked into the conference room. The faces seemed calmer than they had the night before.
Cass greeted him., “How’s Dreamer? I know Lil’ Mama came and checked, but…”
“She’s good, thank you.” No reason to go into the sweet gift from Mayhem he’d used to caress Dreamer’s bare skin. Who knew a woman could come from a flower delicately stroking her body? Then again, he’d been performing a few other things prior, during and after, so he wasn’t going to give full credit to the blooms.
At the head of the table, Red was in a conversation with Baldy and Hollywood.
Freaky took his place on the side next to Cass, his leg bouncing under the table as he waited for the meeting to start. He wanted this gun running so bad and wondered if Baldy had been right in his head count. If they had the majority, it would be passed.
Baldy leaned over. “Freaky, what do you think about doing this with Nevada? We could use their pipeline and find customers around here to deal with. If all we have is Blood Sport, it ain’t really worth starting up.”
“Yeah, but based on what they said to Dreamer, they’ll still be around. They were basically stating a fact that they were going to move on, not move out. I think they would make a good customer to start with.” He glanced toward Hollywood whose jaw was tight in frustration. “As long as Blood Sport has an understanding on how to approach us and doesn’t start up with drugs, I think they’ll be good to at least keep an eye on.”
“Ok then, we need to say that to Red,” Baldy stated.
“I already did, not the drugs part, but that we need to keep them close if they’re going to be around us anyway.”
“K, Hack gave me his proxy vote, so I’m gonna need you to state your side.”
Freaky’s nerves were calming a bit as he scanned the room. Voting members should be on his side, but who knew? Prospects wouldn’t have a say at this point, but everyone here was a wildcard.
Red called the meeting to order. “Let’s get this settled today. It’s been brought to my attention I’ve been dragging my feet a bit too much, so I’m not carrying this over any longer.”
Heat burned up Freaky’s neck.
“We know why we’re here, especially since this new club has an issue with manners. They want us running guns, or helping them run them. Who in this room is for this?”
Freaky, Baldy, Cass, Brick and Shark raised their hands.
“Hack gave me his proxy,” Baldy said. “He’s a yes.”
Red nodded. “The majority rules, no reason to put this shit off. But there are going to be conditions.”
“What are those?” Shark asked.
“You all need to move these guns with the help of the Nevada charter. At least for the next two years, minimum. This is my number one rule. If you use Blood Sport, be damn sure they’re into this for the money only and not to set themselves up to take us down. I don’t like that they went through Dreamer and didn’t come to one of us. But I’ll forgive this one time, once we’ve explained the rules.”
“We can work with Nevada and learn their way.” Freaky turned to the others who’d agreed. “That will help us keep it safe and we don’t do something we’ll regret.”
“I agree with Freaky,” Baldy said. “Nevada helped us when the Roadkillers were taking steps to arm. Let’s do this.”
“Not so fast,” Hollywood said as he leaned forward, his six five frame creating a shadow on the side of the table. “I’m an elected official, the fucking law in the county and I got there because I took down a corrupt mayor and sheriff.”
Red lifted his hand to silence the objections. “The vote stands the way it does. That being said, I know some here aren’t comfortable.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” the deep bass of Onyx’s voice reverberated in the room. “I didn’t spend ten years as a cop, only to come up and play bad guy in Montana.”
“The cut on your back and ink in your skin would say different,” Freaky countered. “This is a brotherhood. Deeper than any blood family bond.”
“We’re treating the guns like we do the houses,” Red said. “Those who work get the profit.”
“Doesn’t mean their illegal activities—”
“Goddamn it!” Freaky blurted. “why the hell didn’t we name you two boy scout one and two? You worked for the LAPD, who’s done more illegal shit in their life?”
Hollywood and Onyx shared knowing glances.
“We’ll stay on this side,” Hollywood said. “Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.”
“And we’ll do our best to keep it out of your county,” Freaky countered.
“You two girls done crocheting doilies?” Red snipped. “Best friends again?”
“Yeah, I’m getting him a half heart necklace once this meeting is called,” Freaky said.
“Freaky, you’ve been riding this warhead since it started, how about you Slim Pickens it to the end.” Red sat back in his chair.
“Do I have to wear the hat?” Freaky joked and got an exasperated glare. “I’m good. I’ve got it, already had a discussion with Lynch on logistics.”
“Did you now?” Red’s head cocked to the side.
“Gonna step up and be a man, I needed to have my ducks in a row.”
Red was pretty close to Freaky’s age, but the way he looked at him filled his chest with pride. Never in his mind, had Freaky ever thought he’d get the approval of his father. Maybe it was Dreamer opening him up to emotions, but Red’s approving eyes filled him with a strength he hadn’t expected.
When the meeting broke, a weight had shifted from Freaky’s shoulders. Looking at Red, he feared he might have weighed him down a bit too much.
When they reached the living area of the clubhouse, Roadkill passed Harlow to him and the man softened.
This was what he wanted. It wasn’t just the women who needed a purpose. The men did too. They needed something more than the base survival to live for. Instead of going anywhere else, all he could think about was Dreamer.
Meadow had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the motorcycle pull up in front of the trailer and the engine shut off. Excitement ran through her as she wrapped a towel around her chest and began to comb through her hair with her fingers. Freaky had been hopeful when he left to go to church, but nervous. His goal had become hers as he explained what he wanted to do. Guaranteeing her, he would be safe, and she found herself believing him.
She raced toward the door and opened i
t up to find Freaky standing on the stairs with his fist up in the air to knock on the door.
“What are you knocking for? Come in.” Meadow grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the trailer. “Good thing I didn’t wait for you in the shower.”
“Was that an option?” he asked with a smile, wrapping his arms around her hips and turning her around.
Her bare feet stood on his boots as they walked in lockstep toward the bedroom. The towel slipped from around her body. Wrapping her arm around the back of his head, her clit tingled as his hand slipped between her thighs. “The meeting went well I see,” she said right as his lips found her neck and the backs of her knees hit the edge of her mattress.
“Very,” he replied as his jacket was flopped on the bed in front of her.
The skull embroidered on the back created a textual sensation when her palms flattened on the cut as she crawled on the bed.
Freaky’s hands had moved to her hips keeping her ass in the air. “Oh, no sweet Dreamer,” he said as she glanced backwards and felt the whoosh of air as he spun his t-shirt like a towel about to be snapped on her ass. “I’m not letting you get distracted this time.”
Her vision darkened and she clawed the leather cut beneath her as he tied his t-shirt around her eyes. Touch, her most alive sense at the moment, her flesh on fire as Freaky kissed his way down her spine and the cool leather chilled her fingertips. Lowering her head to the bed to angle her ass had the smell of leather making her nipples perk. The smell an aphrodisiac on a level she’d never expected. Was it the memory or knowledge of Freaky’s touch that caused the response?
His kisses were lowering down to the small of her back when his tongue hit the crack of her ass and slid to her anus. The swirl around the sensitive flesh had her biting the collar of his coat as he licked and tickled. Sliding the tip of his tongue inside her ass.
“Oh Jesus,” she moaned and he bit her ass cheek sending the sweetest spike of pleasure to her clenching core.
“Trying to make me jealous with another man’s name again?”
“You—” she panted as he returned to eating her ass with vigor while sliding fingers in her pussy. “Fucking A, Christ—opher.”
“That’s better, let me know when you want more than my tongue.”
“Um, I’m—see I’ve—”
He stilled behind her. “You’re a grown, free spirited woman.”
“Who grew up in a very traditional home,” she countered as chill bumps peppered her skin.
“Then I’m going to play, you’re going to come and we’ll work on this sweet ass of yours another day.” He nipped her ass cheek again.
Her head bucked back. When his tongue continued its play time she allowed herself the pleasure when it eased past the tight ring, not stretching it too much as she pushed back on his face. Sounds of satisfaction reverberated through his body and she wondered as he moved his fingers from her pussy to her asshole if she could handle his cock. The single digit, hard in form stretched her opening with a delicious pressure, the second, smaller finger stung as it passed the tighten muscle and she once again, bit the leather.
Salted and supple as he stroked slowly in and out of her opening. The sting gone as her ass tightened around his fingers. With a raise of her hips, the wet channel of her core was invaded. The thin layer of skin between her pussy and asshole filling her completely as the head of his cock had to have slammed into her cervix.
The fingers in her ass stayed motionless, no longer creating a rhythm. Instead, they were an extra stimulant when his dick stroked her. Her fingers grabbed at the sheets and the cut beneath her. His dick finding a stroke rate sending her over the edge. He’d played and she was ready to come. Oh, she’d let him have her ass fully and soon. When his fingers moved again, the orgasm that rocked her body had her crying in tongues.
Howling for more as he slammed himself against the back of her thighs, she felt every inch of him. The slap of his sack, his fingers stroking an area of her body untouched and now convulsing as it sent her climaxing nerves on a rampage through her body.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he cried.
She feared her body truly was aflame when he pressed deeply into her and came. Hard, their bodies pumping in new ways as he emptied his very essence into her.
Licks of pain and pleasure rocketed through her body until she could no longer feel her legs and she collapsed. Naked, her body spent, stretched over the jacket that bore the same mark as his back.
“Say I’m yours,” he said as he slipped from all parts of her body.
“We’re each other’s Christopher.” She slipped the t-shirt from around her head and rolled to her side where Freaky was laying sated next to her. Her fingers grazed the muscled body and when she glanced down his legs, she laughed at the jeans and boxers at his ankles. “You didn’t take off your boots?”
He kicked his feet a few times like a toddler. “Traction, baby, traction.”
“You are a teenage boy aren’t you?”
“Little bit.” He smiled at her.
She waited, her heart pounding for him to say he loved her. The silly girlish notion when he’d just asked her to say he belonged to her.
“I’m thinking a little after care is necessary for you,” he stated. “How about I run you a bath?”
“Maybe tonight, right now, I barely have time for a quick shower.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Girl time this afternoon.”
“And my secrets will be told.”
“I don’t even know how you got your name,” she said, slipping from the bed and heading to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, she could hear Freaky moving around in the bathroom doing his own clean up. Her ass stung a bit when she cleaned it, but not in a bad way. “What did you mean,” she called out from the shower. “When you said you’d work on my sweet ass another day?”
“I meant,” he said, opening the glass door to the shower, he stood, shirtless with his jeans back on and kissed her under the spray. The taste of mint still on his lips and tongue. “I need to do a little stretching before I try to push my way in there.”
“Your hair is getting wet.” She flicked water onto his face.
“So’s your pussy but you don’t hear me announcing it to the world.” He kissed her again. Deeper this time while stepping into the small shower. His hand cradling her head, tipping it back as he kissed along her jawline then nipped her earlobe.
“Good thing you’re wearing those boots,” she teased as she flattened her palms to his abs and the denim of his wet jeans were under her pinkies.
“Why is it that I want to spend every waking minute inside you?” he asked, his hands slipping down her sides and gripping her thighs.
“I’m sure it will wear off eventually,” she said with a whoop as he lifted her up, so she had to wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
“Can we just stay here until I do get bored?”
“What if the water gets cold?” she teased.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“What if it runs out?”
“I’ll keep you wet,” he replied and nipped her bottom lip.
“What if—”
“Dreamer,” Porsche called. “Are you still getting ready? Come on girl, I’m starving.”
“I forgot to lock the door,” Freaky said with a sigh as he helped lower her, so her feet could touch the ground and turned off the shower.
“Seems you did.”
“In my defense,” he said as he stepped out of the shower stall. “You were practically naked.”
“Need this?” Porsche said holding the towel they’d dropped in the hallway between her fingers. “Hey Dreamer, want me to give you a few minutes?”
“I’m coming,” Meadow said, peeking over Freaky’s shoulder and using his body to cover hers.
“Of that I have no doubt,” Porsche said. “I’m giving you ten minutes.”
“Just need five,” Meadow sai
d.
Porsche glanced at Freaky and gave him a pout. “Second round can be a tough one.”
Freaky snatched the towel from her. “You’re lucky, I like you.”
“Whatever, I’m hungry.” Porsche laughed.
Meadow quickly dressed and left Freaky stripping out of his wet pants with a quick kiss. “You better get a better routine there daddy, if you want me to stick ones in your G-string.”
“I’ll add a little music,” he joked as she left.
“At least there’s no trying to decide where to go,” Meadow mused as she parked outside the Roadside Bar.
“Oh now, we have a mom and pop place still that does breakfast,” Porsche said, taking off her seatbelt, but she didn’t open her door. “Meadow, I need to apologize.”
“Oh, it’s fine if you wouldn’t have come in the bathroom—”
“Not about that,” Porsche said with a smile. “But then again sorta. I’d told Freaky to get rid of you. I was scared about Clive and I wanted my life back, but then Topaz snapped on me for being selfish and that’s why I wanted to take you out.“
“Oh, he never said anything.”
“I’m glad,” she said. “Because I was wrong. We don’t do that here.” They got out of the car and Porsche came around, arms wide. “Forgive me?” she asked pulling her into a hug. “You two are so adorable together.”
Meadow stepped back and caught Porsche’s hands. She studied her face, her eyes told her everything she needed to know. The woman was genuine.
A large cargo van drove past them and they stepped out of the way. The side doors flew open and two men jumped out. Fear gripped Meadow as she was snatched, her arms bound by the strong man and tossed into the van. For a split second, she feared Porsche had set her up until the Porsche was tossed in next to her.
The carpeted floor scraped her hands and when Porsche landed on Meadow, as her head slammed back against the metal wall. “You fucking assholes, you’re going to die!” Porsche howled. “Do you know who the fuck we are?”
“Two unpatched whores coming to dance,” one of the men said as his partner slid the door closed and jumped into the driver’s seat.
Meadow stared at the end of the gun pointed directly at her. Frozen, unsure what was happening and why. Her only calm coming from Porsche’s fingers tightening around hers.
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