Payce's Passions

by Piper Kay

  As I approach Damien’s neighborhood, I ease in and cruise through, nice and slow, before turning on his street. His house is on the left, he and Dax are sitting on the tailgate of his truck, both with a beer in hand and a smoke in the other. I pull in the driveway and kill the switch.

  Kicking one leg over my bike, I adjust my cock and pull off my helmet. Damien stands, reaching out to shake my hand, and then we do the whole quick pat on the back man hug thing. Dax stands too and I shake his hand.

  “Good to see you again.”

  I’ve only met him once before out on the jobsite.

  “Dude, nice ride.” Dax walks around the bike. “She’s beautiful.”

  “Thanks man.” I run my fingers through my hair, spiking the top back up. “As soon as I laid eyes on her, I got a raging hard on and had to have her,” I laugh and put my helmet on the seat. “Picked her up last week.”

  Damien looks serious. Not good. Dax notices too and immediately returns to his side, putting his hand on his thigh, and he sits down next to him. Dax passes me a beer.

  “Thanks. Well, go ahead and spill it. What did he do this time, Damien?” I twist the top of the bottle, thumping the cap into the back of his truck.

  “Aaron broke into our house tonight.” Damien arches an eyebrow.

  Dax nods with him, as backup.

  Cough! I almost choke on my beer. “Wait, what? Aaron did what? Damn, nervy little bastard. You sure it was him?” I shake my head.

  “I’m positive, because I whooped his ass all the way out the front door,” Dax pipes in.

  “I thought he was still locked up.” I tilt the bottle up to my lips, looking at Damien before taking a sip.

  “He’s out and I’m not sure how exactly.” Damien takes a drag on his smoke.

  “Aaron has his ways, believe that, but he must be on the down low because I haven’t heard his name in months. Obviously someone’s helping him, but it sounds like he’s flown off the deep end this time.” I scan Dax up and down sizing him up, he’s as big as I am. “He really tried to fight you, huh? Not one of his smarter moves I’m sure. So what is it you need me to do?” I lean against my bike, crossing one leg across the other, waiting for Damien to tell me why I’m here.

  Dax stands and paces back and forth. I’m almost afraid to hear why. Everyone knows my past, I never was head of the boys’ choir or anything, and I get some off the wall requests sometimes. I’m really hoping this isn’t one of those times, but nothing shocks me anymore. I guess it doesn’t matter what it is, Damien’s a good man and friend which means boundaries aren’t an issue here. I’ll do what he asks.

  “Can you get the word out about Aaron? The cops said their hands are tied and who knows what he’ll try next. He needs to be found.” Damien rubs his chin between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Payce, the dude was outside our bedroom door watching us, he had something planned. What if I didn’t spot him, who knows what would have happened?” Dax adds.

  “You know I can find him, that’s not the problem.” I cock my head to the side. “It’s what you want me to do with him when I do?”

  “Oh shit, nothing like what you’re thinking, Payce. I need someone to hold him and we’ll let the cops handle it from there. The police said they’d question him, it’s our word against his, plus with the previous charge maybe they’ll keep him locked up this time,” Damien quickly clarifies his answer so that it doesn’t seem like he’s asking more of me.

  “Sorry, but I needed the exact details on what you wanted.” I give him a wink. “You’d be surprised at what people still ask me to do. I’ll make a few calls, stop in a couple old hang outs, and see what I can come up with.”

  “Thank so much, Payce, we really appreciate it.” Dax stands up and shakes my hand. “Why don’t you come in and have another drink?”

  “Nah, let me go get started on this and see what I can scratch up. Give me a few days though, the boy was always pretty good at making himself invisible. I taught him well after all.”

  “Hey, Payce, you should come by tomorrow afternoon. We’re firing up the pit and grilling some steaks. Bring someone if you’d like,” Damien says.

  “Sounds like a plan, count on it…minus the guest. Peace out.” I give them a sideways grin and motion two fingers sideways in the air toward them.

  First place I’m going to is Rick’s Bar, Aaron’s old stomping ground.

  Chapter Five

  Riding up to Rick’s Bar, I recognize a few bikes and a couple of trucks in the tavern parking lot. That’s always a good sign, it levels the playing field if Aaron is inside and any shit gets stirred up. Once he sees me, there’ll be no doubt in his mind about why. He knows Damien and I work together. The problem is, he’s never alone. Even though Aaron’s a twitchy kind of dude, he is one of the best manipulators I’ve ever met, a master in fact. He’ll already have his side of the whole assault on Damien story lined out and no one will be aware of the stunt he pulled off tonight yet.

  I still can’t believe he broke in their house.

  He and I have played this little game before. One minute he’ll be your best friend and the next he’ll do something stupid that screws you over in the blink of an eye. Been on the receiving end of both. I was one of those best friends once, and also the one who got hung up with the law behind his stupidity. That’s when my life went to hell in a hand basket. I lost two things the day Aaron decided to flip shit and wig out, my freedom being one of them, and the other…I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore, he’s is in the past and better off left there.

  I snatch the bandana out of my back pocket, wrap it around my forehead, and knot it in the back. I head toward the outside bar area.

  The wooden gate squeaks as I swing it open and step through, heads turn in my direction. I run a quick scan of the place, amazing how street smarts instinctively kick back in gear when you need them. In a matter of twenty seconds, I size up everyone and everything that could be a problem. Only one person is a potential problem. He’s sitting off to the left, the bulge in his lower boot is very obvious. He’s packing. Around the bar, familiar faces watch as I approach, one of them stands and hollers out to me. I cut him a grin and walk toward him.

  “Well, I’ll be damned. Look what the cat dragged in. Payce, you crazy fucker, long time no see. Where have you been hiding?” He smiles and two others stand up to greet me.

  I tilt my head to the side, a smirk on my face. “When have you ever known me to hide?” I laugh and shake his hand. “Good to see you man, been working like a slave. It keeps me out of trouble.” I nod and laugh.

  “You out of trouble, that’s got to be a first, huh?” Several of them laugh and slap me on the shoulder.

  “Shit, I’m surprised my glowing halo didn’t blind you fuckers when I walked in.” I kick my boot up on the bottom rung of the barstool.

  “Always a damn smartass, huh?” He takes a swig of his beer.

  I shrug. “What can I say?”

  “Here, Payce, have a one on me.” A bottle comes sliding down the bar. “What has you out and about on the town tonight? You look like a man on a mission.”

  “Something like that. I’m looking for Aaron, he around?” I take the beer in my hand, with no intention of drinking it.

  “No, haven’t seen him in a while. I thought he was locked up.” Several of them turn to me, waiting to hear the story. They’re worse than a group of old women when it comes to gossip.

  “Nah, Aaron’s been out, you didn’t know? I’ve got a little side job I can use him on, something right up his alley. You know how he’s always whining about needed money.”

  “Nope, we haven’t seen him for a while now. Try over at Track Shack, maybe he’s hanging out there.”

  “What, and upgrade from this dive?” I laugh, they think I’m joking. I’m not. “Aaron told me if anything came up I’d be able to find him here, guess he doesn’t want the work that bad after all. If you hear anything, give me a call, job’s his if he wants it.�
��

  “Sounds like your fishing around, if you ask me,” a man named Olly barks out.

  “Don’t recall asking you a goddamned thing.” I tilt my bottle toward him.

  “Man, shut up. These two go way back to when they were kids, besides it’s none of your business, Olive Oil,” another man warns him, and Olly sits back down.

  “As much as I’d like to stay and shoot the shit, I need to jet, and try to catch up with his ass tonight.” I set the bottle back on the bar without having even a sip. I don’t normally drink and drive and I’d already had one with Damien and Dax.

  “Leaving so soon?” Lenny, one of the old crew and old “play buddy” asks me.

  “It’s been a long day, Lenny. I didn’t even want to be out now, but figured I’d offer him first dibs on it. You know where to find me if you need me. Later guys, we’ll catch up next time. I’m out.” I nod and walk back out the gate. Total lie, I hate this fucking place and have no intentions of ever returning, unless necessary.

  “Payce, wait up.” Lenny follows me out and we walk to my bike. “What’s really going on with the fucktwat?”

  “Straight up?” I nod at him.

  “Always, Payce.” He nods back, agreeing to keep it on the cool.

  “I need to get my hands on him, Aaron crossed the line tonight. Think you can dig around a bit?” I get on my bike waiting for him to answer. “I couldn’t walk in there and call him out, the sneaky bastard still has some friends who would tip him off.”

  “That’s why I followed you out, there’s always another side when it comes to the little prick. There’s no need to snoop around, I know where he is.” Lenny lights up a smoke. “Aaron’s seeing a guy by the name of Ash.”

  “Any idea where I can find this Ash person?” This is a lot more info than I expected to find so soon, it’s definitely good news. The sooner this is over, the sooner Damien and Dax are all right, and Aaron is out of everyone’s lives. I told him Karma was a nasty bitch and he’d better tread lightly, but Aaron thinks he knows everything. That’s why he can’t ever get away from trouble.

  “Ever heard of Braxton’s?”

  Fuck! “Yeah, swanky place over on Pacific Street?” My heart starts pounding in my chest.

  “Yep, that’s the one. Ash is one of the managers there. Word has it, this Ash dude comes from money and lots of it. He doesn’t need to work, but apparently he’s had a big torch burning for the owner of the place for a couple years now. Not sure what happened there, but somehow Aaron managed to wiggle his way in on that bankbook and sway his mind. It’s only been a little while, few months tops, but Aaron and Ash are a couple now.”

  A bit of relief sweeps over me. “That’s Aaron, always one up for the next big thing, he does cling to the free rides. I appreciate the info, Lenny. I’m heading over there now.”

  “No sweat. They’ll be closing soon, so you better hurry. You should probably go home and change first though. Not exactly your kind of place if you know what I mean. No offense, but you’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

  “Don’t I always?” I arch my eyebrow and laugh. “I owe you one, Lenny.” I reach out to shake his hand.

  “Yeah you do.” He looks me up and down, licking his lips. ”Too bad you’re not a bottom or I could think of a few ways to collect.” He gives me a wink to go with his cocky grin.

  I laugh. “Never going to happen. See ya around.”

  “Never say never, you just haven’t found the one to bring it out of you yet.”

  “There is no such person.” Laughing to myself, I pull out of the parking lot.

  The thought of going home first never crosses my mind, because I have no intentions of taking a step inside the place. Riding down Interstate 45, my mind flashes back to the promise I made seven years ago, I’ll never be the cause for his disappointment ever again.

  The restaurant is closing by the time I arrive, so I pull up near a patch of trees in the median crossover to the next parking lot. It’s a Friday night, surely most employees are at work on one of the busiest nights of the week. I just need one chance to catch up with Aaron, maybe coming to pick up this Ash guy or walking out with him at closing time, then I don’t have to ever worry about coming back again or fucking with him.

  As I watch the workers through the window, the inside lights dim, making me even more hidden than I already was, no one can spot me here. Employee’s come out the front doors and I perk up looking for him. One after another, they leave and Aaron is nowhere in sight. One employee waits outside the club, pulling off the apron around his waist. Maybe this guy is waiting on a ride, could I be that lucky?

  A shadow of muscular legs passes by one of the windows, as the outside light goes out, and the front door opens. My pulse races and my heart’s pounding hard. It manages to skip a beat at the same time. Is that even possible? I’d recognize that walk anywhere. To keep the knot from forming in my stomach, I take a deep breath, swallowing deep. It feels like a rugby player just drop kicked me in the gut. He steps out, locking the door to the club. My chest feels like a boa constrictor is squeezing around me.

  A button down shirt clings to his upper body, revealing the firm muscles hidden beneath. He reaches down to un-tuck his shirt from his waistband, letting it fall loose around his pants, and unbuttons one sleeve at his wrist. He folds the cuff up, then the other side, stopping just underneath his elbow. The familiar tattoo of the panther on his forearm sends chills shooting through my body. I remember when he got it. He talks with the employee outside with the apron, and then watches the guy walk to his car. His hair blows in the wind, and he turns his head, looking in my direction. I know he can’t see me, but it’s like he instinctively senses something.

  He walks toward the only vehicle left in the parking lot, glancing over his shoulder in my direction again, and then clicks the fob unlocking the car. Standing there another minute, he runs his fingers through his hair.

  Braxton is still the most delicious sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on, even now.

  Chapter Six

  Two hours early, I’m at Damien’s house for this barbeque thing. It’s not like me to do this kind of thing, but I couldn’t stand another minute with myself, not after last night. Not after seeing him again. I roll my shoulders back and get ready to knock, but Dax opens the door first.

  “Thought I heard you ride up, come on in.” Dax reaches out and shakes my hand.

  “Payce, glad you could make it.” Damian rounds the corner and leans way over looking behind me, with a silly smirk he shakes his head.

  “Really, Damien.” I laugh. “You knew damn well I wasn’t bringing anyone with me, don’t act shocked.”

  Damien leads the way and we cross his living room and go out the back patio door to the pool area.

  “Am I missing something? Why didn’t you bring anyone?” Dax asks then walks over to the outside bar.

  He reaches into the fridge grabbing a couple beers and Damien stares at him like a love struck teenager. Dax strolls back to us, smiling at Damien the whole way, and hands us both a Budweiser. He returns to the sink area, seasoning the steaks with spices. Damien gets a goofy grin on his face watching Dax.

  “You really do love him, don’t you, Damien?” I pat him on the back, before kicking back in the lounge chair.

  Damien licks his lips. “I do, Payce. Damn, we’ve had to work through so many things, basically been through hell and back, but I wouldn’t change any of it now. Everything we went through, no matter how bad or hard, brought us to where we are now. I trust him.” Damien points toward Dax. “That man right there, he’s my fucking world. I never knew it could be like this.”

  “That’s great, I’m happy for you man. You deserve it, especially after Aaron.”

  “Have you ever had that one person that was it for you, the only one? That’s Dax for me. I’d marry that man, only it’s not legal in Texas, so what can I do, right?”

  “What?” Dax grins at Damien and struts back to us.

  He�
�s holding a tray with steaks. As he passes Damien, he holds the platter out with one hand, and presses into Damien’s back. Dax slides his free hand around Damien’s waist, kissing him on the shoulder muscle that protrudes from Damien’s neck.

  “Awe.” I laugh and take a swig of my beer. “Aren’t y’all cute?”

  “Payce here…” Damien makes a fist with thumb pointing to me. “He’s a bit of a hard ass when it comes to relationships.”

  They look at me and all I can do is shrug because I know he’s about to verbally vomit everything to Dax.

  “Payce was hurt once, and now he won’t allow himself to care about anyone on that level.”

  Let the chunks start spewing. “Damien.” I shake my head. “Let’s not go there.”

  “Why not, Payce?” Dax walks up to the pit with the food.

  “Because, I know how to separate the physical from the emotional crap. I’m much better at the physical part of it is all, no connections.” I cross one leg over the other and they both stare at me. “Can I ask you something? How did you two know, that you belonged together?” I can’t believe I just asked them that. “Dax, no offense, but you were straight for fucks sake. How the hell did that change and how did you know you loved this lug-head?” I smack Damien in the arm as he sits down.

  “Tell me about it, talk about a total mind fuck.” Dax looks at Damien with such a passion in his eyes, smiles at him, then turns back to put the meat on the grill. “You sure you want to hear all this?”

  “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

  “You should have been in my mind through all of that, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Damien was always a flirt in a roundabout way, but it sort of flattered me. He scared me shitless, but I couldn’t ever quite shove Damien out of my mind, as hard as I tried. That alone flipped me out on an hourly basis, but I couldn’t resist him. When he got hurt, I blamed myself and that is when I knew. I was ready to give him up to protect him. If I wasn’t in the picture, then psycho, Aaron, would leave him alone. So to answer your question, I knew that I was willing to let Damien go, to protect him from Aaron. It is purely unselfish love and it doesn’t get stronger than that. When you can’t get someone out of your head for a single minute of the day, yet you’re still willing to let them go, then that is my definition of love.”