Tank and I make our way into the diner for a bite to eat. A hot little brunette server catches my eye when we walk up to the front to wait for a seat. She looks over at over and then me at Tank and a sly smile lights up her face. Damn, if I wasn’t on a tight schedule to get to Alabama to gather Faith and then up to Kentucky, I’d hit it for a day or two. She has an awesome rack and a slammin’ body under that pink uniform dress.
She walks over to us and saddles up a little closer to me and she pops her gum and smiles. “Hey, Sugar. What’ll it be? You needing a table for two boys or something a little wilder?” She glances at Tank and giggles. Tank scratches his head and adjusts himself in his leathers a little. Yep, she’s a hot little number and I am sure he’d like to tap that, too.
I shake my head. “No babe, we’ll just need a table, some beers, and a menu for now.”
She pouts a little but turns and motions for us to follow her. She seats us a table near the back of the diner and drops two menus on the table. “I’ll go grab you boys a beer and be back to get your order.”
As she walks away, I can hear her popping her gum and it’s annoying. I don’t mind a woman that flirts, but this bitch is throwing herself at us both. I don’t think she really cares who gives it to her as long as she gets to take a ride on one of us. I look over at Tank and he’s watching her walk away and seems to be enjoying her wiggle that backside.
“Brother, if you wanna hit that, you better grab her and give her a quick ride because I ain’t waiting around for you to get your jollies for too long. I am on a schedule.” He can have her; I ain’t really into the gum popping and the passive aggressive behavior. Not my style.
Little Miss Thang comes back over with two beers and sits them down as she slowly leans forward across the table to show us her cleavage. Tank licks his lips, reaches up, and gives her tit a squeeze. She yelps and jumps up and almost knocks our beers over. Tank looks at her as if she just sprouted horns and shakes his head.
“Bitch, if you want some of this later after I eat, come see me before I ride and it’ll be the best tip you ever got.” She turns a little red in her cheeks and giggles again.
“Oh fuck! Take the order already. I ain’t got all day woman.”
She apologizes, takes our orders, and walks off to put them into the cook. I lean back and take in my surroundings and I notice a group of Latino gang members sitting at one of the tables toward the front of the diner. I don’t like the looks of them, but I am hoping they just ignore us.
“Brother, I don’t want to alarm you, but there are some pretty fucking ugly vatos sitting over there at the table up front. They are eyeing the server a little too much for my liking. I’d like to just watch them and make sure there’s not going to be any trouble while we’re here. You packin’?”
He looks over at the group and nods his head yes to me.
One of the homeboys looks over at me and stares. I don’t back down in my stare back toward him. He pokes one of his buddies in the rib and leans over and says something. His homeboy looked up and over to us. His eyes narrow when he sees Tank sitting there, staring his ass down. I have a bad feeling about this group but I didn’t want to stir up any shit to bring down the law on us. Miss Thang brings our plates of burgers and fries over and sets them down in front of us.
“Ya just holler if you boys need anything.” She gives us a wink.
As she walks over to the homeboys’ table, one of them reaches around her and grabs her ass. She yells, which grabs Tank’s immediate attention. She tries to slap the dude’s hand away from her but he tries to pull her into his lap at the table. I look up at Tank and shake my head. The homie that was watching me earlier looks up and sneers at us.
Miss Thang serves them their food, trying to keep a distance from the touchy feely homeboy. After she has them served, she stops back over to our table and hands us the check. Tank grabs her by the ass and pulls her down in his lap, mocking what touchy feely did; she nuzzles his neck and giggles. It’s then that I notice touchy feely homeboy and his banger-wanna-be buddy are standing up at their table and it looks like they are going to be walking our way. I look over at Tank and he nods at me. He whispers into Miss Thang’s ear and she stands up, walks over to the door leading to the kitchen, and disappears. Tank cracks his knuckles.
“So looks like Dopey and the dwarfs wanna play?”
I laugh a little. Tank has a way with words, especially with the ladies. I pull my piece out from my waistband of my leathers behind my back, under my cut, and lay it in my lap. I won’t be caught unarmed, even by some dumb fucking kids that think they are men.
Banger-wanna-be and touchy feely homeboy walk over our way. Banger looks us up and down. “Wussup homies? You like touchin our bitch white boy?”
Tank takes a swig on his beer and stands up, showing what big motherfucker he really is. I see both homies swallow hard and touchy feely homeboy take a step back. Tank slowly grabs banger-wanna-be homie, pulls his piece out, and cocks it as he’s holding it the dude’s temple.
“So tell me little boy, you think you’re man enough to fuck such a fine piece of ass? Is your cock big enough for the bitch to find without a pair of tweezers and a magnifying glass?”
I see the kid sweating profusely now, and I laugh. I hear something that sounds like water hitting the floor next to the table, so I look down and notice the kid is pissing his pants. Tank looks down, too, and we both explode in loud laughter over this turn of events. Tank leans down to the kid and says, “Kid, don’t ever fuck with real men unless you want to fucking to lose your life. Now gather your fake ass gang bangin crew, leave the bitch a nice tip of at least twenty-five bucks, and get the fuck out of my sight. You dig?”
Tank releases him, collars his piece, and shoves the shithead back towards his table. The kid runs over to the table, throws some money down on the table, and they all get the fuck out of the diner in a hurry. I hear the tires on the car squealing out of the parking lot. We both sit back down and laugh.
Miss Thang comes bouncing back out of the kitchen, walks over to Tank, bends down, and whispers something into his ear. He smiles, stands up, slaps her ass, and they both walk toward the ladies’ room.
“Brother, make it a fast one. I ain’t got all night for you to go balls deep in the bitch.”
I hear him chuckle and then the door slams and locks. I remain at the table for another ten minutes, enjoying my beer and the rest of my fries. Tank comes out zipping up his leathers, a smile on his face. “Fast enough for ya, Z?”
I look over at the bathroom and don’t see Miss Thang following.
“Where’s the bitch?” I ask.
He grabs his phone off the table and throws down a Benjamin to cover the tab and tip. “She’s basking in the glory of the best orgasm she’s ever had. Come on. Let’s book it out of here, brother. I’m ready.”
I shake my head. Tank, he’s the club romantic.
We saddle up and prepare to ride out again. We have another seven hours until we make San Antonio after nightfall. We make it to the interstate and lay rubber east toward the San Antonio chapter of the Dueling Dragons. We will rest up, throw back a few beers with the brothers, and get some sleep before we head on to Mobile. After dealing with the stooges back at the diner, I need to blow off a little steam after we get there. I might also grab myself a little local pussy while I’m there. God knows I need it.
I haven’t had a woman since the big blow up with Paige. I can’t believe the bitch fucked a former prospect, and one named Filthy at that.
****
We pull into the Dueling Dragons motorcycle club, San Antonio chapter, a little after ten. It’s been a hard ride and we’ve been tearing up asphalt to get here. I am ready to unwind and party a little. Tank and I hop off our hogs and make our way into the clubs entertainment room. I see they’ve added a good sound system and a stripper pole. I am sure they have some hot entertainment going down on some nights. I make my way back to the Prez’s office. . I know they don’
t have church in session tonight, as most of the brothers are milling around out front in the entertainment room, just hanging out and drinking at the small bar they have set up. I knock on the door of the office and get a loud “Come the fuck in.”
I open the door and see the chapter Prez, Carlos sitting in his chair behind his desk.
“Well, look what the fucking cat drug in off the streets of Arizona. Come on in, Z. How the hell you been, brother?” We give each other a handshake and then he grabs me into a man hug.
Carlos and I go back a long way. He, Ryder, and I all prospected together in Arizona. Once Carlos was patched in, he was moved to Texas to set up this chapter with my help a few years back. We recruited and handpicked the members. I was offered the VP position but I didn’t want to leave Ryder.
Carlos and I talk for a few minutes and then I excuse myself and head back to find Tank and Spanky. I walk into the main room and find Tank sucking on some whore’s tit while she strokes his dick. I just shake my head.
“Tank, ain’t you had enough pussy today brother?”
Tank laughs and pops her nipple out of his mouth. “Z, let her finish me off and I’ll be ready to head out.”
I turn to let the ho finish him off with a hand job while I go in search of Spanky. I find him sitting at the bar having a beer. “Hey, brother we made it.” I slap Spanky on his shoulder. Yeah, dudes can make that man hug look cool and macho.
Spanky tells the bitch behind the bar to get me a beer. She bends over and I notice she’s wearing a sweet pair of cut offs and I get a great view of her ass cheeks. I lick my lips, and Spanky shakes his head.
“Nope, she’s off limits, brother. She belongs to Prez.” I had no idea that Carlos had an old lady. Fuck. Maybe it’s time for me to find someone to settle down with soon.
Tank comes barreling over to the bar, tucking himself back into his leathers, again. “Well, brothers, let’s get this party on the road. The bitch finished me off and I am a thirsty motherfucker.”
Spanky grabs his keys off the bar and we follow him out to his truck. I don’t want to take our bikes to the bar tonight since I plan to drink. The last thing I need is a DUI in Texas. We drive about ten minutes out of town and pull up to a bar called the Cheatin’ Heart. We all pile out of the truck and head in. We may not have our bikes tonight but we are wearing our colors, and no one will fuck with us.
Tank spots a table near the stage but it seems the band is taking a break for now. I look around and there seems to be a mix of bikers and non-bikers in the mix of patrons. All I plan to do is knock back a few shots, get drunk, and pick me up a local bitch for a blowjob or a quick fuck. I just need to unwind. Tank walks over to the bar, orders a round of tequila shots and a few pitchers of beer, and brings them back over to the table.
I get busy throwing back a few shots and feel my body relax a little. I drink a beer down and decide to toss back another shot or two. It’s been a while since I let myself just chill out, drink, and have fun. I’ve been so stressed out over Ryder and his disappearance and then finding him with the Russian mob as a fighter. That shit just doesn’t make sense to me.
I also have to handle Faith carefully when I see her. I have to explain to her what’s going down with Ryder and convince her to come to Yuma. I am really going to need Layla’s help on this one.
Oh, I really don’t need to think about all this shit tonight. I toss back two more shots and spot a hot little number leaning up against the bar, staring over at me. Yeah, I think it’s time for some hot sex to take the edge off.
I tell Tank and Spanky that I will be back in a bit. I’m on a mission to get some. I stand up and feel the room spin just a little. Damn, I can tell I haven’t drunk hard booze in a while. I gain my bearings and saunter on over to the bitch at the bar. She’s a hot little blonde with a huge rack and a nice round ass. She has curves in all the right places. I like a woman with a little meat on her, to give more cushion for the pushin’.
Just as I walk up to her, the band, which is aptly called Wicked Horsemen, starts up again, and they start to play a cover of “The Sex is Good” by Saving Abel. I grab Blondie by the hand and pull her out onto the dance floor. I have enough alcohol in me to be able to get down and dirty on the dance floor and not give a fuck.
I pull the girl close up to my chest and I reach around and grab her ass. I pinch and rub it as I push my hard-on into her stomach. She reaches up and puts her arms around my neck as we slowly move and sway to the music. It’s an acoustic rendition of the song so it’s slow and sexy. She grinds her tits into my chest as she sways her ass back and forth. I bend down and bite her lower lip to urge her to open up to my tongue. Her mouth opens and our tongues play with one another as we are swaying and moving with each other. I am flying high and feeling in the moment with this hottie in my hands and our tongues dancing to the rhythm of the song.
I move my hands up her shirt and anticipate her nipples will be hard and taut when I touch them. Just as I free her tits from her bra so I can grasp her nipples, some motherfucker taps me on the shoulder and ruins the moment.
Now, I am pissed. I let go of the girl and see some Slim Pickens looking cowboy standing in front of me.
“Excuse me, mister, but you got your hands all over my girl, and I am goin’ to have to kick your ass for touching her like that.”
I stand there looking at this clown. Is he fucking for real? I must have had a little too much to drink because the next thing I know, he punches me in the mouth, and I stumble backwards.
Oh, it’s on, joker. I step forward and crack him in the jaw with my fist, and then I bend him forward so his face can meet my knee. As soon as I make contact, blood spurts out of his nose and down he goes. The blonde is screaming and bent down on the floor next to him, crying as she tries to get the bleeding to stop from his nose. He’s knocked the fuck out. I look down at the poor bastard and say, “Don’t you know the only thing that ever comes out of Texas is steers and queers.” The next thing I know, Blondie stands up and slaps me across the face. She runs out of the bar in tears. Well, fuck. There goes tonight’s entertainment. Just my piss poor luck!
I stumble back over to the table and listen to Tank and Spanky laughing at my predicament. I decide that maybe I need to check in with Faith, as she still hasn’t called me back. I need to see how she’s doing and give her an estimate of our arrival time tomorrow. I pull out my phone, find her number, and hit send. I don’t bother to check the time. I am feeling no pain and it doesn’t occur to me that she might be sleeping. The phone rings and, on the third ring, a chick picks it up and speaks in a low, sexy ass whisper. I know that it’s not Faith. This chick has a real thick southern accent and it’s making my dick hard.
“Hey, it’s Ziggy, who’s this?” I snicker. “Baby, I might add, you have a hell of a sexy ass voice. Where’s Faith?”
The chick on the other end sighs. “This is Peggy Sue, Faith’s best friend, and she is asleep right now. What can I help you with at this ungodly hour of the night, Mr. Ziggy?” Oh, ya baby! She is a sexy sounding.
I grab two more shots and slam them down. I want to get to know this girl a little better. “So, baby, tell me… are you hot? You got a man? I am coming down your way tomorrow and I think I’d like to get to know you a little more. Maybe take you out for a few drinks and we could go back to your place so I could get to know you better, maybe taste you a little.”
I hear her gasp on the other end of the line. She stutters slightly and I can hear her voice falter some. “Sir, I do not know who you think you are, but I do not appreciate you speaking so crudely to me. I am a lady, and I would appreciate if you could have the decency not to speak to me like I am a whore that you can just stop in and…and taste.” My dick jerks a little in my leathers at the sound of her sweet tangy voice.
“Baby, I’m sorry if I offended you. You know what, darlin’? I will personally apologize to you tomorrow when I get to Alabama. I want to taste your mouth as you spit out your sweet words to me.
You are turning me on and making my dick hard just hearin’ you talk. I think I might love you already, baby.” I chuckle into the phone. I am having fun with this sweet little mama.
I hear her breathe in as I wait for her reply; it goes quiet for a moment. “Hello? Baby, you still there?”
She clears her throat, then she cuts me off with a curt, “Go. Fuck. Yourself.” The line goes dead. Oh, she is sassy. Be still, my heart! I think she might be the one.
Chapter 10 -
Faith
Waking up the next day, I wish that everything that happened in the last couple of months were just a dream. I want to go back to when things were simple, not complicated and clouded by memories of two people that I swear have both managed to break my spirit. The one person that I thought I lost beside myself is here in my house and it feels good to have her back. I swing my legs out of my warm blanket and shrug on my robe while I slip on my slippers.
After stopping at the bathroom to comb my hair and clean up, I walk down stairs; I hear movement in the kitchen and then smell the fresh baked goods. I forgot that Pegs knows how to cook; shit, I am gonna gain so much weight around her.
“You know you can’t cook like this every morning. You keep cooking like this I am gonna become a cow!”
I push open the swinging door and walk into the kitchen to my brothers sitting at the table eating breakfast and Peggy Sue standing at the cook-top. “Well, good morning to you, too. I forgot you never have been a morning person.” Pegs smirks at me.
“Shut your face,” I snap back. Grabbing a plate off the counter, I scoop up some scrambled eggs, a few pieces of bacon, a piece of toast, and a huge cinnamon roll. I slather on the cream cheese frosting and pour a big glass of milk. Walking over to the table, I set my plate on the table and sit down.
“Holy shit Faith! I don’t think I have ever seen you eat this much. You feelin’ okay?” Will says around a bite of food. I look down at my plate and realize that I have put a lot on my plate. “Shut your face also! You assholes!” I snap back at him. “All of you just leave me the hell alone!”
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