by Y. M. Sheree
“Bitch…”
Isis didn’t let her finish her sentence before she punched her in the face causing her head to snap back. The other females tried to come at Isis, but her backup was already at the table surrounding Isis. At that moment the manager of Denny’s came over and told them they needed to leave. On their way out Delicious went to pay their check with BabyDoll at her side. Once both groups were outside, other members from different clubs lingered to see if the drama would continue.
"You just going to sneak my girl in the face and then leave?" The female with the purple weave in her hair screeched.
"I am right here if she has a problem with me." Isis stood with her arms stretched out to her side. She looked around for the girl with the big mouth but didn't see her in the crowd of people standing around. "Since you're her spoke person did you want to get the rest of what she should have received for running her big ass mouth?" The female looked around and noticed her group of friends had disappeared from standing by her side. "I didn't think you did. You need to tell your friend that in the future she needs to watch who she runs her mouth to. Luckily for her, I was in a good mood tonight."
Not wanting to continue the nonsense Isis gave her club the signal to mount up to ride out. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t have lost her cool but enough was enough, and she was tired of the disrespect. More than likely she would hear about it sooner or later. To her surprise, the female gave up quickly, but she didn’t trust that. Not one bit. Isis would definitely have to watch her back.
11
All day Sunday Billi contemplated on whether or not to tell Tristan about what she heard about his brother. Part of her wanted to let him know, but the other part didn't want to dredge up bad memories. She hadn't spoken to him since the other night since they became intimate. That night had brought them a little closer with one another. The news of his baby brother may put distance between them.
Tristan had called to let her know he wanted her to stop by his place for dinner. Not wanting to ride Cotton Candy, she drove her car over to his townhouse down by the waterfront. Arriving around six p.m. the area was a little crowded since the sun had gone down some and it wasn't as hot. Billi reached his door after searching for a parking spot for about ten minutes. Rubbing her hands over the front of her flowered sundress before knocking on the door. Her hair worn piled on top of her head with tendrils of curls framing her face The door opened up, and there he stood looking sexy in a pair of khaki shorts and a white button-down shirt.
"Good evening beautiful." He leaned in to place a quick peck on her lips before opening the door for her to enter. As she entered, she could smell enticing aromas floating around in the air. After closing the door behind her, he led her through to the living room, decorated in warm earth tones, very masculine with a dark leather couch and recliners. She took a seat on the sofa as he took one in the recliner across from her. "You look gorgeous this evening. I am glad you were able to come over on such a short notice. I know we haven't been able to spend too much time since our incredible night and I wanted to make it up by cooking for you. I hope you don’t mind."
"Thank you for the compliment, and I will never turn down any food especially when such a sexy man offers to prepare it for me."
He blushed. "You think I am sexy?"
Billi couldn't help to laugh at him. "You know I do. Do you need help in the kitchen?"
"No ma'am you are my guest, but you can keep me company while I finish things up."
"Alright lead the way."
They both entered the kitchen where she took a seat at the bar on one of the high backed stools. The kitchen was a decent size with all black appliances. On the stove, she could see a couple of pots and pans. Tristan pulled out a cutting board and placed items on the counter for what looked like a tossed salad.
"Would you like a glass of wine?"
"That sounds nice, but I can't have too many I am driving."
"You can always spend the night." Smiling, he pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. They both toasted before taking a drink. He placed his glass down before he handled his task of chopping vegetables for the salad. Billi stole a carrot and took a bite.
"You know my Mom would smack our hand if we grabbed anything while she was cooking."
"I seem to recall that you smacked my behind before."
"Keep it up, and I will have to do it again."
"Mr. Ramsey you won't receive any resistance from me besides I kind of enjoyed it."
"I'll keep that in mind for later on tonight."
"What is for dinner? It smells delicious."
"I decided to make something a little light. It is Shrimp Alfredo, garlic bread, and tossed salad. I went to the Cheese Cake Factory and picked up a plain cheesecake. I hope you don't have any allergies to anything I cooked."
"Actually I love anything dealing with seafood and cheesecake is one of my favorites. When do we eat?"
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm always hungry. I am surprised I don't weigh more than I do as much as I eat."
"From where I am looking there isn't anything wrong with your body even if you added some weight. You're beautiful regardless."
"If I didn't know any better I would think you are hitting on me, Mr. Ramsey."
"Is it working?" Tristan had finished chopping his items for his salad and tossed them into a bowl. He walked over to stand behind her and leaned forward. Billi could feel his breath on the side of her neck causing her skin to form goosebumps. The man had a way of turning her on with just him being near. He bent to place a soft kiss on her neck then on her collarbone then came back up to nibble on her bare shoulder. Billi couldn't help but moan and cross her legs.
"Umm Tristan you have food on the stove." Ignoring her, he continued to place kisses along her back moving over to her other shoulder. His tongue traveled down the side of her neck. "Oh Tristan, that feels so good baby."
He spun the stool around so she could face him. Taking a step closer, he nudged himself in between her thighs and placed his hands on one. Billi looked at him then at the food on the stove. "I have it on low for right now. The noodles aren't cooked yet." Placing the other hand behind her, he scooted her to the edge of the stool. Taking the hand that was on her thigh, he inched it up close to her womanly domain, which he found to be uncovered. Looking into her eyes, he waited for an answer.
"I don't wear panties with sundresses. It's too hot for all of that."
"Honestly, I don't know how to feel about that. You have all of this out in the open," he said sliding a finger into her wet center with one push causing Billi to squirm. Curling his finger, he found her G-spot and began to work on that. "Billi why would you come over here without any panties on knowing what would happen to you. If I didn't know any better you did it on purpose. You knew I would want to touch you and taste you." Tristan aroused from the fact she was open and ready for him he began to finger her faster and watched as her head fell forward on to his chest. Nothing mattered now except making her cum all over his finger. Wanting to feel her more he slid another finger inside of her as he continued his penetration.
"Mmm…Mmm…Mmm. " Was all she could say as he continued fingering her. This man had control over her body that was unfamiliar. She was always the one in charge but not when it came to him. His quicken pace would make her climax much faster than she would want to but her body was again betraying her. Her muscles began to grip around his fingers as she became wetter. Her orgasm peaked quickly. Before she knew what was happening she came undone all over his fingers as she screamed his name. After she was spent, she went limp lying against his chest.
"Oh shit let me get the sauce." Tristan left her side to go salvage his Alfredo sauce. Billi regained her composure to adjust her dress.
"Can you tell me where your restroom would be? I need to freshen up."
Tristan smirked at her before running his fingers past his nose and inhaled. "Smells fresh to me baby girl." Pla
cing the fingers in his mouth, he sucked her juices off. "Mmm tastes good too."
"You're just nasty."
"Yet you love every minute of it. Go down the hall, and it will be on your left before you get to the bedroom." He informed her before turning back to tend to the rest of his dinner. Billi found the bathroom on the left as he said. It was decorated in a dark blue. A stack of washcloths were located on a shelf on the wall. After freshening up, she left the bathroom and walked back toward the kitchen. As bad, as she wanted to explore more she didn’t want to get caught snooping around. Once she arrived back into the kitchen, she noticed that the dining room table was set with the food on the table.
"Are you ready to eat?"
"Yes, I am." Tristan pulled out her chair for her before taking his seat. Billi held out her plate towards him so he could place Alfredo on it along with garlic bread. The salad had been placed in a bowl for her and set to the right side on the table.
"I think I remember you telling me that you liked ranch dressing."
"You are correct." She said her grace before digging into her salad. Tristan pleased that she began to eat followed suit with his own. He held his breath when she took the first bite of the main course. Watching and waiting for her reaction seemed as if time stood still.
"How does it taste?"
"It's yummy. You did your thing in the kitchen. You are a man of many skills Tristan."
He did a bow in his seat. "Well, thank you kindly. I tried my best. Glad that you are enjoying the meal. What has been going on in your life lately? It seems like it's been awhile since we had a nice chat."
"Not too much really. The shop has been busy as usual. Club business is about the same as usual. I had a little run-in with a female the other night, but it comes with the territory."
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"A bunch of females kept looking at me all night at a party. Then we went out to eat afterward and the same females kept being disrespectful, so I punched her in the face."
"Wow, really Billi. Did you really need to hit her?"
"I am sorry, but I have a low tolerance of being disrespected by a bunch of ghetto ass females. Wait a minute if I do recall you were going face to face with a biker at the Unity Day so explain to me how is it so much different."
"My brother was in that biker club, and I don't care too much about them."
"So it's alright that you have a problem with someone because of your brother, but if it is dealing with me I should take the high road is what you are telling me?"
"Billi, why are we even arguing about this? I thought we were enjoying ourselves."
"We are. Well were until you insinuated I shouldn't have done anything. Do I feel it was the right thing to do at the time? Yes, I won't even deny it. Now that I have time to reflect on it do I still feel the same? Yes, I do."
"What is it about being a bike club that makes ya'll so aggressive? My brother always walked around with a chip on his shoulder. But for what? What is the reasoning?"
"Did you ever think it's because of people like you and the way you look at us? People who don't ride or are part of the bike life think that we are thugs or are up to no good. Ya'll never look at all that we do to give back to the community. Just because we don't make a big show about it doesn't mean that we don't give back. It gets old and really irks my nerves."
"Billi I am trying my hardest to make sense of all of this, but it is hard for me to understand. I lost my baby brother to this bike stuff. He was a good kid."
"I don't mean to speak ill about your brother, but I have heard otherwise."
"What do you mean?" Tristan said through gritted teeth.
"Don't take that tone with me. Part of the reason I had a problem with the females, is because they were speaking about my relationship with you. Also, a comment was made that your brother used to run drugs for the old president of the Scorpions."
"That's bull shit my brother did no such thing. How dare you come into my home and disrespect his memory like this."
"I wasn't trying to do any such thing. But you have your head stuck so far up your ass you continue to disrespect something that is close to my heart. It may not be my biological family, but my club is part of me and is my family. If you want to take what I said to heart than I apologize but don't come at me wrong for something I never said myself about him. I knew I shouldn't mention it to you, but no I thought better of it."
"You're right you shouldn't have. As far as I am concerned this evening is over. You know how to let yourself out." Tristan pushed his chair back from the table stood up, left the dining room, and went back into the other room leaving Billi to look after him. Shaking her head, she stood up from the table and without a word left slamming his door behind her. How rude of him to leave her at the table as he did. She definitely wasn't going to call him. He needed to be the first one to reach out to her. Sometimes it was best to keep things to yourself. Maybe that's what she should have done. Oh well, it was over and said and done with now. I guess I'll see what happens between us now.
12
Tristan rushed to the sliding doors leading out to the ambulance to greet the EMTs who unloaded the patient. As he walked up to the gurney the female, EMT spoke to him.
"Black female in early thirties was hit while riding her motorcycle. Her BP is 184/90; she has a possible broken right leg and right arm as far as I can tell. From the witness’s statement, they said she hit her head hard. There may be head trauma."
Tristan's heart dropped to his stomach as he saw the face of his patient. Billi was lying lifeless on the gurney with her eyes closed. He noticed the cut on her lip along with cuts and scratches on her face. "Damn it, Billi."
"Doctor are you alright?"
"Yes let's get her inside stat." Tristan followed them inside as they wheeled her inside into one of the open rooms. Two of the nurses on duty rushed in behind to assist in removing Billi from the gurney to the hospital bed. On the count of three, they moved her carefully. Gaining his composure Tristan checked her pupils, hear heart, pulse, and blood pressure. He took the scissors the nurse handed him and cut Billi's pant leg on her right leg. He could see the protruding bone and became sick to his stomach. He had seen plenty of broken bones before but not on someone he cared about. He wasn't on call when his brother was brought in and that still haunted him. But he was here for Billi, and he would do whatever it took to make sure she was good. Cutting away the rest of her shirt, he examined her right arm as well which also seemed, as it was broken but not as bad as her leg. Performing a thorough exam, he spoke to his nurse. "I need her to have a CAT scan and X-Rays. Let me know the results right away." As they carted her away, Michael walked up to Tristan who began to pace back and forth.
"Is that Billi?" Not hearing him Tristan continued to pace. "Tristan, did you hear me?" Michael placed his hand on his shoulder, and he stood still.
"What did you say?"
"I said is that Billi?"
"Yea, unfortunately it was. Man, I'm telling you she better be ok. Those damn bikes are the death of people.
"Is it bad? Do you even know how she went down?"
"I have no idea how she went down. I know she is very careful when she rides. It looks like she has a compound fracture in her leg but not a bad break in her arm. My concern is her head. She isn't conscious, and the EMT said she hit her head hard. It is like I am reliving my brother's accident all over again."
"Don't think that way. She will be just fine, and you need to believe that. Keep me posted I need to check in on my patients."
Tristan walked to the nurses' station to grab another chart to keep him busy before he went crazy with worry about Billi. They had a very competent staff here at the hospital and knew he'd be informed first thing once her tests were run. After about twenty minutes, he received the diagnosis for Billi. There was no head trauma, but she did have a concussion, and as he thought, she had a compound fracture in her leg and a fracture in her arm. He didn't trust himself in th
e operating room with her and agreed that Michael would be better for her than him right now.
While Billi was in surgery, her bike club showed up to the hospital to check on her. Phoenix asked the nurse if Tristan was on call. He was paged to the nurse station and was greeted by what seemed like her entire club. Phoenix was the first to speak.
“Is she ok?”
“She’s in surgery as we speak. There is a compound fracture in her right leg and fracture in her right arm. We did a CAT scan, and there was no trauma to her head just a concussion. How did this happen to her?”
“We were riding back from our clubhouse, and out of nowhere, a car clipped the back of her bike barely missing the rest us. Billi tried to regain control, but she wasn’t able to so it looked liked she just laid her bike down, so she didn’t get hurt worse.” Ghost was the one to answer.
“ I’m glad no one else was hurt. Do her parents know?”
“Yes, I called them before we came here. They should be on their way. Do you know how much longer it will be before she’s out of surgery?” Cookie asked.
“She’s been in there for a little over an hour. I promise to keep you all informed. I have rounds I need to make.”
Just hearing that a car hit Billi while she was riding her motorcycle pissed him off. How can anyone not see someone on a motorcycle? He’d heard before some individuals feel like they were superior on the road because drove an automobile instead of a motorcycle. Those sick individuals felt that bikers had no right to share the road with them.
Now under these circumstances, he would be meeting her parents for the first time. Definitely not the way he wanted to be introduced to them. He didn’t even know if she told them about him. Walking toward the operating room, Tristan met Michael as he was entering the scrub room to wash.
“ Any problems?”
“No, she did well. They’re about to take her to recovery then she’ll be in her room in the next hour or so. You can breathe now man. Now it’s time for her to recover. She’s going to need you.”
