Chapter 8

Greer

The excitement of yesterday hasn’t completely left my restless mind, but what can I do. I can’t run with an infant and hide easily. The setup we have here isn’t perfect, but it gets the job done. Anything Ryland needs, she’s able to get. I wouldn’t be able to provide all that for her and who knows if she’d be here today if I’d stayed.

Looking down at my beautiful little girl as she feeds, my imagination can’t cipher a time and place without her in it. “You’re precious, baby girl.” I say as I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She opens her blue eyes staring at me as if I hung the moon and stars. It’s a feeling I haven’t had the pleasure of enjoying since I was little and I was my dad’s pride and joy.

The sound of light knocking brings me out of my revere. I quickly cover my exposed breast and Ryland before calling out. “Come in.”

Spook peeks his head in. “Hey, Greer. I was wondering what was on your agenda today since I’m your shadow.” He asks apprehensively as he takes in me feeding Ryland.

“You can come in further. She’s almost done.” He opens the door wider and takes a few steps in. He shuts the door quietly as though he’s afraid to startle Ryland. “She’s awake. I just didn’t want to flash you.”

“You’re fine. I mean you’re good.” He stutters. “So, what’s up for today?”

“Um, I need to work this evening, but I’ve got a salon appointment to get these platinum locks touched up and a few other things.”

“What time’s your appointment?”

“Ten and we should be back here a little after lunch. Will that interfere with anything you have planned?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I’m on vacation, so I don’t have anything planned other than following you around like an obsessed fan boy.”

I giggle which jostles Ryland. I reach under the blanket and unlatch her from my nipple and situate my shirt. Bringing her to my shoulder, I start patting. “Yeah, well my life isn’t that exciting so it’ll be work and here normally. Salon appointments happen once a month. I can’t wait until the day I can dye my hair back and not have to worry with this shit.” I say as I flip my blonde hair over my non-occupied shoulder.

A small smirk forms on his lips, “I don’t know if you should change it back. You and Trigger could practically be twins and most men don’t want to stare at Trigger very long.”

“Yeah, it was always like that. It’s like we were cloned years apart and I just continued the cloning with Ryland.” I laugh.

“Yeah, but the good thing is she’s a girl. Your brother is a prankster and he gets all the kids to do stupid shit. Dani’s older kid, Tate, is like Trigger’s partner in crime. The only problem is that when Tate gets in trouble he blames Trigger and Queenie dishes out his punishment. Watching Trigger sulk away and beg Queenie he won’t do it again is enough to deal with the pranks.”

“He’s always been that way except when we were together, I’d give him ideas. Sucked for him because he wasn’t very good at being incognito, but he kept coming back for more.” I lay Ryland down in the middle of the bed, so I can change her clothes and diaper. As I move to get off the bed, Spook stops me.

“She can’t roll off the bed, right?”

“She’s not very mobile yet and I’m just going over to the dresser to get her stuff. She’s spending the day with Mitz while I’m out taking care of myself.”

He scoots closer to Ryland. “Okay, well I’ll just sit right her and watch her.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, biker boy.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Biker boy, seriously? You couldn’t come up with something a little less original than that.”

“I’ll work on that. I haven’t had the privilege of name calling in quite a few years, baby face.”

“Jesus, that’s harsh. I go from a somewhat tough name to a pussy name. Yeah, you really need to work on it. Maybe they have name books like they do for baby names for badass bikers.”

I chuckle. “If they don’t maybe we should create one, Beavis.”

He just shakes his head. He gets off the bed as I start undressing Ryland. Walking towards the door, he turns his head over his shoulder. “If I’m Beavis you know that makes you Butthead and I’d rather be Beavis than have a butt for a head.”

Before I can respond, he’s out the door and I can hear his laugh as it disappears down the hall. Game on, buddy.

***

Spook

Saloon day…not just getting a color and cut, but getting tortured with wax. I strolled into this place expecting Greer to get her hair done, but no. She’s now placed in a chair leaning back with shit on her eyes.

“Princess.”

“Hmmm.” Greer hums.

I watch as the woman puts a strip over the wax and rubs it. “I thought your eyebrows were fine.” Rip. Greer doesn’t even flinch.

“They were getting a little out of control. I can’t allow the unibrow to take over. Have to nip it in the butt.”

“Sure. Whatever you say, but that’s all you’re getting done.”

“Hmmm. You know Spookie Wookie, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were a little afraid of wax.”

“Spookie Wookie, seriously Powder Puff and I’m not scared of wax. It’s just we’ve been here a couple of hours and I figured we be done by now.”

“Nope, Captain Commando. I still have one more thing that needs the wax’s attention and then we are done.”

“Look, Creamsicle, your nicknames need more work. Why Captain Commando?” I ask seriously curious.

“Biker boy, you don’t wear any undies, i.e. Commando.”

I look down at my junk trying to figure out how she can tell. My attention is taken when she starts giggling and I look up to see the woman that’s waxing her face turn crimson. I look to Greer whose eyes are still closed, but she has the same mischievous grin that Trigger gets on his face when he’s up to no good.

“Greer.” I start but I have no come back.

“Its okay, Prince Popasquat. Some parts of us shouldn’t be so confined.” She responds.

“Where the hell do you get these names and I don’t like underwear so sue me.”

“As long as you know that the jeans you have on give the perfect outline of your sword that’s all that matters. Your comfort is number one, Magic Biker.”

She must really think she’s funny. Cute, but not funny. “Magic Biker?” I question.

“Yeah, you know like Magic Mike, the male stripper.” She responds nonchalantly.

I plaster a cocky smirk on my face. “Now that I can live with, because I am sexy as sin,” I flex my arms, “and I know how to move my hips.” I rotate my hips from side to side. Greer bust out laughing as she gets up from the chair. As she passes me to go to another room, she pats me on the shoulder.

“Yeah, Magic Biker. You’ve got all the right moves.”

I follow behind her through a closed door. Once inside, I see what looks like a cot with a sheet on it. What the fuck is this for? My mind is going into fifteen directions trying to figure out why the hell Greer’s stripping from waist down and my head rotates to the cot back to Greer, the cot back to Greer. The whole time my cock is perking up.

“Princess.” I say huskily. “What’re you doing?”

She turns her head to look over her shoulder and she blushes. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d follow me in here. I’m…” She closes her mouth and her eyes gaze down my torso to the ever growing snake in my pants. “Um, Spook, you don’t need to be in here. I’m just getting waxed.”

“What exactly are you getting waxed?” I say through the fog that’s my brain right now as I take in Greer’s nice, round, plump ass and then lower to her toned thighs and calves.

“Spookie.” She shouts bringing me out of my head.

“What?” I ask a little too sharp as she’s interrupted my perusal.

“You can stand outside the door and wait for me.” She says as she points to the door behind me. Nope that shit ain’t happening.

I walk over to the chair in the corner and plop down. “I’m good. So you get your coochie waxed. Interesting.”

She’s ten different shades of red and I’m enjoying throwing her off guard after all the teasing she’s put me through.

“Yes, I get the goods waxed. I don’t like having any hair down there.” Her body quivers as she talks about hair on her pussy. “It just feels icky.”

As I’m about to ask more questions, the woman who did her eyebrows walks in looking from me to Greer. Before she can kick me out, Greer interrupts. “He’s fine. He’s the gynecologist for the MC. He’s always checking out the hoo-ha’s and making sure their grade A for all those bikers. You know how it is.”

I just stare at her. This woman has no fucking filter and I like it. Unlike Trigger, who gets on my last nerve with his shit, she makes me want to join in on all the trouble she could possibly get me into.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, can’t have nasty birds at the clubhouse. I might have to send some down her so you can clean up their snatch. Sometimes it’s like searching through a jungle to find the hidden treasure.”

Greer snickers as she lies back on the cot. The woman still hasn’t moved from her position at the door, so I just nod at her towards Greer. “She’s good to go. I did all her test last week. She came back with an A+.” Greer’s body’s now quietly shaking on the cot as she tries to hold in her laughter.

The woman finally shakes off her stupor. “Do you want it like you always get it? Full Brazilian?”

“Yeah, give me the works and don’t forget the crack.” Greer states seriously.

I just shake my head. What have I gotten myself into?