Page 9 of Money Shot

“Really?” she asked.

Still focused on my boots, I nodded my head. “Like I said, you’ll never meet another like me. I sit at home every night and read. Probably five books a week. Rarely sleep. I’m either at the clubhouse, home reading, or somewhere in between.”

“A soft-hearted biker who loves to read,” she said.

“A soft-hearted biker with a short fuse and quick fists,” I said as I kicked the toe of my boot against the concrete.

“I noticed that,” she responded.

“Been an outlaw all my life. Figured joining the MC was my best bet at finding my true calling, and it seems I was right. They put my Pop in prison when I was a kid on a conspiracy to commit murder charge, and he died of pneumonia after a few years. When I turned eighteen I got his old bike running, ten years later I joined the MC, and now I finally feel at home. Don’t care much for the government, can’t stand cops, and most of the time I think the country would be better off if Axton Bishop was President,” I said.

“I’m sorry about your father. That’s crazy. My dad did five years for a burglary he didn’t commit. He was at home asleep at the time, but because of an old assault charge, he was in the system. Someone picked him out of a lineup. I’ll never forgive them for what they did to him. He was gone the entire time I was in high school. Motherfuckers,” she said as she tossed a rock into the ditch.

“You said he passed,” I said as I shifted my eyes toward her. “Can I ask?”

“Colon cancer,” she said with a nod.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Yeah, me too. And who is Axton Bishop?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh. He’s the president of the MC,” I said with a laugh.

“I’ll write him in next November,” she said.

“You won’t be the only one,” I said.

“How about when we leave, I’ll wrap my hands around your chest or maybe your neck? Maybe that’ll make you feel more comfortable,” she said.

“Wrap my hands around your fucking neck if you ain’t careful,” I said.

“Don’t make promises you aren’t willing to keep,” she said as she stood up.

Just saying it caused my cock to begin to twitch. Realizing it had done so made me begin to worry about it, and my worrying kept the thought in the forefront of my mind. Within a few seconds, I had a full-blown hard on, and although I wasn’t necessarily embarrassed, I wasn’t proud either.

But, as I had said many times in the past, subtlety wasn’t a strength I possessed.

“You ready?” I asked as I stood.

She turned to face me, and her eyes quickly fell to my crotch. After a short pause, they worked their way up to meet mine.

I grinned and nodded my head toward the bike.

“Guess so,” she said.

As I walked toward the bike, she continued.

“So what’d we decide? You going to wrap those hands around my neck?” she nonchalantly asked.

As I threw my leg over the seat of the bike and acted as if I didn’t hear her, I knew if I ever chose to see her again, I’d damned sure have my hands full.

And I wasn’t totally convinced that would be a bad thing.

Not totally.