When she leans in to kiss me goodbye, I put my arms around her, pulling her close. When I realise I’m breathing in her scent, to keep something to remember her by, I make a note to take my temperature later, in case I’m coming down with a fever.
As she pulls back one final time, I realise she intends to go. Like a gentleman, I slide my jeans on, pull on a shirt and my cut, then, sockless, slip my feet into my boots. Then I escort her down to her car.
Knight’s manning the gate. I don’t want to appear pussy whipped in front of the prospect, so I just give her one last inadequate peck on her lips, then motion to him to open the gate. I linger until her rental is out of sight.
As I turn to walk back into the clubhouse, I see Trixie standing in the doorway. As I walk past her, I hear her mumble something. Coming to a halt, I swing around.
“What was it you fuckin’ said?”
“I said I need to remember to take out the trash.” She continues out of the front door, which is not where the dumpster is, and there’s no black bag in her hand.
Knowing I heard right, and she’d said words to the effect of,Good to see the trash taking itself out,I change direction and follow her, speeding my steps so I can place one hand on hershoulder, swing her around, and grab hold of her arm with my other.
“You’re a fuckin’ whore who should remember her place. I know what you said, or close enough. Toni’s a good woman. You’re nothing. Just a hole for all of my brothers to use.” It’s not the first time she’s made a snide comment about the woman I’m starting to like.
Sure, my brothers would yank my chain if they sensed I’d caught feelings, but I expect it from them. From Trixie? Club girls don’t have opinions, or if they do, they certainly don’t voice them.
But why would she have such a downer on a sweet woman like Toni? There’s only one answer. “You got thoughts about me and you? Is that it, Trix? You dream of wearing my patch?” Disgusted at the thought, I shove her away, not having it in me to be even the least concerned when she trips and stumbles, landing on her ass. “Don’t know why you’d think that. I only fucked you once, and that was enough. You’re walking on fuckin’ thin ice, whore. If you even think about getting in between a King and a woman, then you’ll be out of this club so fast, your head will be spinning.”
Her face hardens. “You think I want you?” She belts out a laugh. “I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man alive. Your head’s so far up that woman’s ass, or should I say pussy? You can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
“I see what’s in front of me clearly enough, a washed-up whore who needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Whoa. What the fuck’s going on here, Bro?”
Maybe Tempest’s sudden appearance is fortuitous. If he hadn’t appeared, I might have laid hands on her, and that’s not me. I never touch a woman in anger. Not since… Fuck. I bow my head, rub my temples, then address the sergeant-at-arms. “She’s been spouting shit about what doesn’t concern her. Dome a favour, get her out of my sight.” I then turn my attention to the whore who’s backed away, looking at me with disgust. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of my way. Permanently.”
Even I know I’m coming down too hard on Trixie. I’ve always had complicated feelings where she’s concerned. Tonight though, she’d hit a nerve.
Leaving both in my rearview, I stride to my bike, knowing only a long ride’s going to clear my head. Not caring where I’m heading, I find myself on the winding roads heading up to the Huachuca Mountains. It’s not a long road, but pavement turns to gravel quickly, and with the switchbacks and drop-offs, it means all my focus has to be on handling the bike, especially as my way is lit only by the moon and my headlights. It serves to clear my head of all thoughts of Trixie, as well as the woman I’m already missing. It really isn’t a road for street bikes like mine, but if I’m careful, I know I can handle it. I wouldn’t attempt it if we were already in monsoon season, as what is now a dry road can soon turn into a mud bath.
It’s the challenge I relish. By the time I reach the point where the mountains fall away beneath me, my head feels calmer. In fact, when I pull off and put down the stand on my bike, I find myself thinking about Trixie again, now more perplexed than angry.
I can think of no reason why the whore should be harbouring any idea of sinking her claws into me. Sure, we’ve fucked, but that was years ago, when she’d first arrived in the club. I had my own reasons for not going back for a repeat.
Come to think of it, Trixie’s changed since Pippa arrived on the compound. She’s become more like a club mother, spending time in the kitchen and knocking the other girls into shape. She still dresses like a slut, but doesn’t seem to care if the brothers don’t bother with her. They are more taken with the youngerStar, Heaven, and Sweetie. Nowadays, Trixie’s just as likely to be found behind the bar helping the prospects or clearing bottles and glasses as she is on her back.
I frown. In all the years I’ve known her, Trixie’s never made a move on me, and she’s had ample time to make one if that’s what she wanted, even though, of course, I’d have turned her down. But, if it’s not me she’s interested in, why the fuck has she got her panties in a twist about Toni?
It’s actually been so long since I’d tapped that ass, I’d forgotten what Trixie was like – nah, I’ve got to be honest with myself. I remember every second of our encounter. And it wasn’t just that the sex was fantastic. The connection between us had put my head in a spin. Maybe if she’d been anyone else, I might have pursued a relationship with her, but she couldn’t belong to me. She was club property. The safest was to keep my sanity was to maintain a cool distance and pretend it hadn’t meant anything. I left her in my rearview and moved on.
After her, one woman kind of rolls into the next, and they all get blurred in my memory, as Toni probably will eventually. It’s one of the cold, hard facts of life. But not yet. Even now, as I sit, enjoying the starlit sky, a cool breeze, almost cold at this elevation, blowing around my face, my cock hardens at the memory of the woman I’d so recently had in my bed. Breathing in, I realise I still have the scent of her pussy on my face, not having taken the time to wash. Fuck, how long is it going to be until I’m inside her again?
Ace might be on to something. He wants us to get together. And I like Toni well enough. We’re compatible in bed…Is she old lady material?Hmm.
I stretch, the action initiating a wide yawn. I swing my leg over my bike and return to the compound, with thoughts of Toni going around my head. I go to the bed that still smells of her, andin the morning when I wake, my first thoughts summon up the image of her sucking my cock.
Leaning back, I link my hands behind my head and rest on them, closing my eyes as I remember the details. She took all I had to give her and left me wanting more…
I come to with a laugh, glance at my phone, and realise I must have fallen back asleep, as it’s almost noon now. Maybe I’m getting old – a good fucking, a good ride on my bike, left me so exhausted I overslept. This is something I won’t be admitting to my brothers, not my lack of stamina, but my body’s obvious need for sleep after. My forty-two years are definitely creeping up on me.
I have no inclination to go downstairs and face Trixie, knowing I handled last night’s situation badly. Only once had I ever raised my hand to a woman, yet the thought of her disrespecting Toni almost had me going for the club girl, driven not only by anger, but by my own fucked-up feelings. Maybe I wouldn’t have stopped, if it hadn’t been for Tempest.Thank fuck he’d been there.He’s bound to have ratted on my strange behaviour, and bunch of nosy assholes that they are, they’re bound to want to know what she said to upset me. And me admitting I was defending Toni’s honour? Well, that might lead them to start adding two and two together and coming up with an answer, even one I’m not sure of yet.
Instead, I shower, dress, then slip out. Taking my bike, I stop at a diner. When I switch off my engine, I check my cell, and find I had a message while I was riding.
Toni: Back home. Already miss you and Ace
Freak: Miss you too
