"Shut up." The old woman smiled wearily as she said it.
I took my two pancakes and bacon to the table and sat next to crazy-eyed Twenty. I studied the bottles of syrup on the table and reached for the organic. My hand collided with Viking's.
The big man and I fought over the bottle. He guffawed deep. "Ho there, use the Log Cabin."
"I don't want that crap."
We were in a tug of war with the organic.
"Neither do I. So you use it. Look, it's unopened."
Suddenly, a metal spatula was raining slaps down on our hands. A defiant and incensed Grannie stood over us. "What's wrong with the Log Cabin?"
Viking pleaded, "It's not organic."
She fumed and picked up the Log Cabin syrup. She made a face. "It's six years out of date anyway." She tossed it expertly into the trash. Then her spatula launched out fast and slapped both of our hands. "Take turns."
Gunner was wheezing.
Grannie shook the spatula at him. "Don't tempt me."
Gunner grated with joviality, "Yes, oh wise master of the mighty kitchen—"
There was a resounding clang – almost like a bell – as Grannie whacked Gunner up the side of the head.
He almost fell over laughing.
Viking and I ducked our heads.
Kristy snaked the organic syrup and giggled like a schoolgirl.
~ ~ ~
I collected the receipts I had and slid them under Ghost's door. I heard Kristy in there with him, talking. I didn't bother knocking.
In the common room, I grabbed up my backpack and helmet.
Donna stood next to me, fiddling with her gloves. "Got some time?" Her voice was hopeful, if unsure.
I knew I had time. Much at the chop shop was still getting set up. "I sure do."
"Wanna follow me home?"
I gave her a steady smile. "Lead on."
Her eyes lit up and she bit her lower lip. "Great."
I climbed onto my Harley and started it. I sat watching her swing her leg over hers and settle down. I firmed watching it, thinking about her pussy sliding down my cock. Her home, huh? Kinky.
She looked back, then pulled out. I followed. She rode like any of the guys and even though she had a long ponytail, you wouldn't know she was a woman unless you got a look from the side or front.
We crossed town.
Past C Street I saw one of the deputies standing outside a car, half a block up on a side street to the right, talking to the driver. The car was filled with people. I frowned, trying to see as much as possible. Unfortunately, all I could tell was that the car was old. My oh-shit alarm started ringing.
I had to hit the brakes drastically to avoid plowing into Donna at the stop sign. She was looking at me in her tiny rear view mirror. I shrugged.
Her home was a one story brick-job from the 70s with a low roof. It looked solid. I parked beside her in the driveway and took off my helmet. "Your neighbors...?"
She waved a hand. "I don't think the ones that are home can see that far."
My dick thickened as she got off her SuperLow. Her moves were raw and feminine and spoke of sexual tension. I followed her inside and dropped my helmet next to hers.
Her house was stunningly clean and very sparsely decorated.
She pointed down. "Remove your boots?"
"Sure." I could see the carpet looked pristine. It was a deep cardinal red shag set off with crème-colored furniture and brass lamps. "Nice place."
She made a face. "It's just a house."
"You keep it so clean."
"When I have nothing else to do."
I followed her into the bedroom. "Not much incentive for you here?"
"When my husband thinks everything I do is stupid?" She turned and crossed her arms at me, her brow furrowed and her face troubled.
"I'm sorry."
"Someday I'm hoping something will change."
"Divorce your husband."
"For what? For you? Like you'd ever leave Kristy?"
I took her in a hug and she melted to me, but her arms were stiff with tension.
She said, "There isn't anyone for me."
"Your husband—"
"I don't want to talk about him. I have to endure him as much as I do and I'd rather not have him on my mind when I feel you in me."
My dick apparently thought she was addressing it, so it hardened fully in response. I let her go and began undressing. "You really want to do it in your bed?"
She coughed in outrage. "Yeah, why not?"
"If I leave any chest hair or—"
She slapped her hand down through the air. "I'll DustBuster the bed."
"All right." I stood naked and toyed with my shaft.
Her eyes lit on it and she smiled. She removed the last of her clothing and stood curvy before me. She wasn't as thick as Tequila, but she had a wide set of hips. Normal up top, she looked like a typical soccer mom or average housewife – not some bad-ass bitch who rode a Harley.
I grabbed her into a naked hug and held her close. My dick throbbed happily, nudging down against her clit. I felt the swell of her boobs as they pressed against my chest. I moved her back to the bed and settled next to her. My fingers found her pussy and slid along the moist lips. I moved them back and forth and around her clit.
Her hips responded instantly, moving against the motion of my hand to increase the sensation. We kissed. Donna was a great kisser. Her tongue and mouth felt open and accepting. Kissing Kristy felt like more work than pleasure.
I had her shivering under my fingers.
She whispered, "Get on. I want to feel you in me."
I chuckled. "Not yet."
"Why?"
I scooted down.
She said, "No, no teasing."
"I'm not going to tease you; I'm going to finish you."
"Me first? But why?"
I looked at her over her pubic mound. "Because when I get inside, I'm going to pound your pussy senseless until I cum." I applied my tongue to her clit and began moving it around.
She groaned breathily and shuddered.
I moved my fingers around in her folds, teasing the sensitive skin there. She warmed to the ministrations like an iron heating on the ironing board. Her build was slow, even and insistent. She groaned with more tension until she seemed unable to catch her breath. Her thighs trembled on the sides of my head. It was time.
I jammed three fingers deep into her pussy and curled the fingers up. I flicked my tongue across her bud and her head came up off the bed. Her face was scrunched up and she was squishing her own boobs with her fingers. Her mouth was open and began emitting a high pitched whine. Her eyes popped open and she flopped back, thrusting her hips up with grunts. Her pussy clamped on my fingers and squeezed.
I pulled my tongue away from her engorged clit and smiled as she thrashed through her orgasm. I kept my fingers moving in her until she panted with exhaustion. I took them out.
She felt clammy everywhere but her pussy – it was radiating heat.
I moved up between her legs and lifted them up to my shoulders. I scooted up farther until her pussy was facing up beneath my dick. I gripped it and pushed it down. The head popped into her wet hole and she moaned for more. I gave a savage thrust and pushed my entire dick into her pussy until I was straining at the base of my shaft to get even deeper.
The pressure on her outer pussy pulled forth a purr of pleasure.
I wasn't looking for something slow and sensual. I pulled back and began hammering her, cramming my cock in so hard and deep that I grunted with effort. The slide of my skin inside hers was fast and fantastic. She panted with each thrust until it sounded like she would hyper-ventilate. Her eyes lost focus.
Her pussy felt great and I was compelled to say so. "You feel awesome."
She groaned as if about to cry.
I worked her pussy like I was pissed at it. I punished it with my cock. I thrust harder, and grunted louder. "You like that?"
She let out a long, "Ohhh.
.."
My hips slammed down onto hers. My balls slapped against her ass. And I drove my excited cock as deep as I could get into her married pussy. If her husband wasn't going to do his duty, I was going to fuck her senseless – give her what she needed. What she wanted.
Maybe I couldn't give her what she really wanted – a man like me – but I could give her what was building deep inside. That force that made me clench up with tension made me fuck her harder. A gasp escaped my mouth that turned into a yell of effort. My cock was a blur in her pussy and everything started to get tight. I slammed down hard, burying my cock as far as it would go, right there on her marriage bed. I felt my shaft swell up fast and then begin squirting. I grunted feverishly, jerking my hips down onto her, but I was already as deep as I could go.
I filled her pussy with strong squirts until I felt drained. Then I fell over beside her.
CHAPTER 4
I gave her a kiss in the driveway, feeling very relaxed and relieved. Her sultry look of satisfaction overcame her plain looks and I felt good for having fucked her. I said, "I'll see you again."
She pursed her lips, much going unsaid. "I hope so."
I rode off and away from her house. Back towards the other side of town.
A truck went roaring through the intersection up ahead, the back sporting a handful of men leaning out and looking forward. White t-shirts obvious, a flash of blue caught my eye: a ball cap.
Surenos. Yeah? No? I twisted the throttle and sped towards the intersection. I braked hard and came to a stop in the intersection. The truck was turning, leaning heavily as it raced around a corner. Chasing someone? Or getting away from something?
I didn't feel like trying to chase them down. I rode to the Daily and parked out front. Three Harleys were outside. I went inside, carrying my helmet.
Gripper was inside talking to Slaughter and Pulverizer, two of the decent guys from the disbanded Sons of Aggression. The enforcer nodded at me.
I thumbed over my shoulder. "Keep an eye out. Saw a truck flying around with what might have been Surenos in it."
Gripper straightened immediately. "You alert the club?"
I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone. "Not yet. Rode here as quick as I could." I tapped out a message and sent it to Sonar.
Slaughter looked angry. "Those were the guys the sheriff suspects—"
I looked at him with a nod, but I knew I couldn't tell him the truth. I knew he wouldn't be able to handle it – not at this juncture. The Iron Crows had made Ace disappear. Was he buried at Morningside? Or disposed of somewhere else? I didn't know. "They want to control drugs, both in the city and establish a ring out here." I held up my fingers and rubbed them together. "Untapped potential."
Slaughter's eyes drew down.
Pulverizer said, "We should fuck them up. Kick them out of town."
I looked out the door. Gripper was outside. I said to them, "Stick around with the Iron Crows; you won't be disappointed. In the meantime, stick with Gripper. Watch your bikes."
The two grumbled and headed outside.
Tequila leaned over the counter and grinned at me. "I think that was all an excuse."
"Huh?"
She motioned with her finger for me to come nearer. "I bet you wanted them out of here so you could talk to me."
"I did see a truck-full of—"
She frowned. "Well, shit. Way to spoil a lady's fantasy."
I chuckled and walked around the bar to stand next to her. "I don't know, maybe I should come by more often."
She gripped my crotch and squeezed. "Now you're talking."
I gave her a wet kiss. "I need to check on Flats at the yard; make sure he's all right. Maybe I'll sneak in here tomorrow when the place opens."
She smiled, lifted her eyebrows, and let them fall in promise. "Kristy says I can get you as much as I want."
My mood wilted, though I didn't let it show on my face. What am I going to do with Kristy?
Tequila misread my silence. Her pout under all that mascara was comical. "Aw, shoot, are you still giving some to Donna?"
I nodded just so slightly. "She's a lot like me. Like Kristy."
"I can ride a Harley."
"I bet you can. But it's not just that." I hooked my hand up and pressed upward at the crotch of her jeans. "You're a dirty woman, Tequila. I look forward to making you cum again."
Her smile spread wide. "We're on the same page."
"Oh, don't you ever doubt it." I released her and walked out.
Gripper was leaning, arms crossed. He grunted at me.
I said, "I'm going to check on Flats. Poor guy is all alone."
Slaughter and Pulverizer waved.
I got on my Harley and started her up. Comforted by the powerful vibration, I scanned the streets. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The ride to the shop revealed no mad Surenos flashing gang sign and bouncing their heads.
Flats met me near the door. "Couple calls for you to hear on voice mail. Two of the garages had questions."
I filed that away in my mind. "Think I saw some Surenos around. Not sure. I'm going to close the gate to hide the bikes."
He spat and nodded.
We were safe, but someone else wasn't.
~ ~ ~
I got off my Harley Sportster in front of the clubhouse just as a sheriff's SUV stopped across the street. A large black cop got out and came across the street. He had to be six inches taller than me, at least.
I waited, wondering if he was coming for me. My hand gripped the bar of the door until my knuckles whitened. Does he know about Thomas Green? Can he see the blood on my hands? Or can he see the headshot replaying out clearly in my eyes?
He put his hands on his Sam Browne gear belt. "Dealer in?" His rich baritone and searching eyes left no doubt this was the sheriff. His nametag said, "Jefferson."
I opened my mouth, stunned by the cop not asking me about the agent. "I... Come in and I'll check."
He gave a curt nod. He followed me in.
I strode to the back, as much to get away from him as to tell Dealer.
I didn't have to. Dealer and Sonar were coming out. Sonar had a small bank of monitors viewing the cameras placed around outside the building. He had seen the sheriff coming.
Jefferson said, "You seen Martin Mitchell?"
Dealer frowned, "Firehose?"
"We found his Harley lying over on its side in front of Gordon's Tire. No one saw anything."
Sonar's eyes flicked to me.
I growled, "Surenos."
Everyone went silent.
Jefferson looked me up and down, his mouth working behind closed lips. He looked at Dealer. "This Jimmy?"
The president nodded.
The sheriff stuck out his hand to me. "Dwayne Jefferson, sheriff. Welcome to Keystone; I've heard good things about you."
I shook his hand, though mine was already shaking on its own.
Jefferson straightened. "The fine upstanding Christian citizens of Keystone desire safety for the community. For their clean community." He left a lot else unsaid. He faced Dealer again. "I know Martin wouldn't dump his bike over and not pick it up. I think we have a situation here, and it's about to get a lot uglier."
Sonar stroked his black beard. "We've kept things quiet." His eyes darted around, taking stock of who was listening. We were all having this discussion right out in the middle of the common room.
Slicer was at the pool table, holding a chalk to his pool stick. He was paying close attention. Smoke was lying on one of the couches, feet up and reading a book. Grannie was behind the bar, stock still. Jacks came out of the back and slowed. He joined Slicer at the pool table and picked up a leaning pool stick.
Jefferson missed none of it. He slowly shook his head. "I think we're crossing a line here, gentleman. There's a major push happening and if Keystone doesn't respond, this town's going to fall to the gangs. I'm sure the citizens wouldn't want that – and sometimes... you have to use force to keep the peace."
> There was silence.
Jefferson dipped his head as if to make his departure. He said, "We'll do what we can to look for him, but... you might want to start your own search as well. You all have a nice day." He left the building.
I started breathing again, not realizing I had been holding my breath.
Dealer was immediate action. "Sonar, send the call out. When people start arriving, arrange patrols of no less than four bikers."
Sonar glanced at me.
The president said with extreme disappointment, "I know."
I blinked. What did I do? All I did was bring in the sheriff...
Sonar shook his head. "Bad."
Fuck... My shoulders slumped and I didn't even know what the fuck I had done wrong.
Dealer said to me, "Get a drink, Jimmy. A stiff one. You sure as shit going to fucking need it." He stomped back to his office.
CHAPTER 5
I looked at Grannie with loss.
She looked at me sadly. "Well, what's your last drink going to be, Prospect?"
I felt a lump in my throat that I choked back. "Scotch."
She set the tumbler down hard and began pouring. Amber liquid gurgled out of the bottle, splashing deeply into the glass. Her expression never changed. She scooted the glass towards me. "I'm sorry, Jimmy."
I grabbed up the glass and took a huge gulp. What the fuck had happened? What did I do? Where did I go wrong? Did Tequila rat me out that I wasn't busting my balls on only the second day of getting the chop shop going? Had Donna? What am I going to do? I stalked back into the left hall and into the first room – the same room I had been chained down. I slammed the door. I felt the wet in my eyes that threatened.
I squeezed my hand on the heavy chain bolted to the wall by the bathroom. The chain had bound me firmly as captive months ago. Its weight was an accusation to me now as it was then. Worth nothing as a captive, I had embraced my captors when it was found I wasn't some secret government agent. Their bond was something I so desperately desired in my life – much like my bond to my wife.
I had left Keystone, glad to be freed from captivity, but knowing something here had temporarily filled a hole in my soul. I needed that and I came back asking for a job. Their welcome had been a salve on the oozing wound of my sanity. They had given me like a gift the very thing I needed: inclusion.
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