Late August 2017
Flint
After months on the road, seeing the mile markers about an hour from home was sweet relief. My ex had left a couple decades ago with the kids; after sporadic visits over the years, them inviting me to come for an extended visit with their families was nothing short of a miracle. I don’t blame her for getting out. My daughters and son have lives they would never have had, if they had stayed.
Was pissed as all hell at the time. Was pissed at everything back then. Wasn’t able to see them more than a few times a year since she brought them to her folk's place in Arizona; too far removed from our life in Idaho. Guess she didn’t see it as much of a life; especially not that night I came back all shot up.
My father died that night and I sure as hell wasn’t leaving my Brothers after I recovered. We had blood to atone for; and fuck, was I short-sighted. I always provided for them though and she never bad mouthed me to the kids; I’ve seen a lot of shit go down with the other guys’ divorces so that counted for a lot in my book.
After a ball sweltering June and July with them in Arizona, I headed to South Dakota to hang with my other family – bikers. I hadn’t been in a few years, so getting together and trading stories and barbs with the other old timers was just what I needed, but there’s a lot to be said for sleeping in your own bed.
Northern Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. Young man’s game, I made myself more or less the Chairman a couple years back; after getting too fucking tired of the day to day. Don’t have to deal with the details but damn well have an impact on the big calls. Brought the MC fairly clean and handed it over to Jasper; it’ll be a goddamn sainthood in a few years if that teacher he married has any say in it.
Noticing some of the boys peeling off at different exits into town, I motion over to the others to follow me. No food in the house and I ain’t going home hungry so the diner in town will do for now. Pulling up in front of Ray’s Diner with Connal, Vice, Gunner, Roy, and Jake; Roy immediately growls, “When’d that fine thing get to town?”
All of us turn to follow his gaze to the park across the street.
“Fuckin’ A, I’m calling that ass!” Vice announces, getting off his bike.
Even from across the street, I’m pretty sure she has an inch or so on him. He was called Pocket, as in Pocket Sized, before he really proved himself. The Girlies seem to enjoy him, so maybe he’s longer than he’s tall.
Other than the occasional hand jobs from some of the MC’s Girlies, it’s been pretty dry for me the past few years. The MC girls are younger than my daughters and that thought started creeping me out too much. Besides, after years of hard riding, us old-timers in our 50s get overlooked by the eager snatch dreaming of being an Ol’ Lady to a young biker.
Looking back across the street, I take a moment to enjoy the view. Just a bit bigger than my rough mitts is indeed a nice juicy ass. Following the sightline, down and up, are well-toned legs, curvy hips, the right amount of softness to her stomach and a sports top – which will never be sexy - but this one is well filled out. Can’t see much of her profile, just a long auburn ponytail.
“Fuckin’ A is right,” I mumble. I’ll be damned if Vice could do that body justice.
We all grin at each other, quickly coming to attention as she whistles and yells: “Come!”
Vice steps out to cross the road and I follow without thinking, needing to see her face. Gunner, all six foot eight and nearly half that wide of him, laughs as he lights up a smoke.
“Not sure she was calling you two,” With the hand holding the cigarette, he points about twenty yards away from her where a husky of some sort is running full speed towards her. Its leash flying out behind him like a scarf and that asshat of what passes as a patrol cop in this town, running after the dog.
The dog is quickly to her and belly up, being well rewarded as she lavishes affection all over him. On her knees, with her ass pointed straight at us. Lucky. Fucking. Dog.
She quickly secures the leash through her fingers and stands as Officer Kennelly is upon them. Whipping out his ticket register and yelling at her, clear as day for those of us heading towards them, for not having her dog on a leash in a town park, of all things.
Her laugh. Her laugh hits me in the fucking gut.
“But Kennel, you can obviously see he has his leash on!” Is all I can make out before she turns away from him with her dog in tow.
The minute that asshole reaches out and grabs her arm, I make my presence known; yelling “Kennelly, what bullshit has you assaulting pedestrians now?”
Looking at me, then over to my Brothers coming up behind me he steps back while moving his hand closer to his service weapon. “This doesn’t concern you, Flint, back off.” Kennelly snaps while trying to keep an eye on me, the guys, a now snarling dog plus that damn woman who hasn’t turned to look at me yet.
“Kennel,” She speaks slowly, like he may not comprehend English. “He’s on a leash, there aren’t children present; will a second ticket get you promoted?”
“Putting a leash on a dog, yet letting him run freely through the park isn’t the same thing as having a dog leashed. And the name’s Kennelly.” The jag-off says as he puffs out his chest more with each word.
“Sure thing, Officer, let’s see how far this one gets ya.” She shrugs, finally turning to look at me.
Eyes for days. She looks my way and rolls her big green eyes, and she fucking has me. I keep walking right up to her and notice they aren’t really green; they aren’t any one color. Green, brown, gold all in swirls, but it isn’t the odd blend of coloring that has blindsided me; it’s the light, humor, and laughter that they exude.
The faint crow’s feet at the edges just help to highlight those big eyes. An oval face, with high cheekbones, and a plump bottom lip balance each other to create a stunning woman; maybe not traditionally beautiful but stunning none the less. She isn’t as young as she looked from behind, younger than me but older than the boys behind me. Just prime.
I am staring and utterly speechless and I don’t give two fucks.
“Flint?” she asks, tilting her head to the right. I nod once, trying to hold myself back from reaching out to her. “After the Louis L’Amour book?”
I nod again and she laughs, “I fell in love with him when I was eight, but he taught me to fight my own battles.” Turning back to Kennelly, she continues to rib him. “Better be careful, Kennel here might ticket y’all for jaywalking. That’d be a major bust for him.”
Ignoring the chuckles from my Brothers, she reaches over for the ticket, drops the leash and walks away from us. Her dog, unprompted, follows her and damn, but I want to also.
“It’s Kennelly.” He says to her back, not getting more than a slight shrug in response, as she and her dog walk in sync across the park to a truck.
Without a word, I turn, adjust my cock and head back towards the diner, not sparing a glance at the boys who’ve enjoyed the show.
Vice looks at me and says, “I called dibs.”
“Fuck you and fuck your dibs, no one touches her.” I snarl.
“I guess the Old Man here finally sees something he likes.” Gunner chuckles, slamming a shoulder into Vice and lighting another cigarette. I flip the kiddies off and smile to myself as I jaywalk back across the road to Ray’s.