One
Gear
“Get the fuck off me, bitch.” I scowl down at the scrawny ass woman on the floor and yank my zipper back up. She’s been begging to suck my dick all goddamn night, and is apparently dumb as a rock, because I’ve run out of ways to say no.
The woman pokes out her lower lip and pouts up at me from under her clumpy looking eyelashes. “You sure, handsome? I have a neat little trick I can do with my tongue.”
Fucking club whores. Part of me will never understand why these clubs insist on paying these women to stick around the clubhouse. I like sex as much as any man, but no way in hell I’m shoving my dick into the same hole three of my buddies have been dipping their own into that very same night.
“Lucy,” a voice barks. “The man said no. Beat it.” I glance up to see Tease approaching, his scarred face aimed at the bitch on the floor. She lets out a huff and hobbles to her feet, her ankles wobbling in her too-tall heels. It takes her a moment to get her balance but when she finally walks away, it’s straight towards her next target. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he says, holding out a cold beer.
I take it from him and twist off the cap, tossing it on top of the battered table in front of me. I like Tease. He’s a man of few words, like me, which is something that’s hard to find amongst most of the other chapters. People talk too fucking much and never actually say a goddamn thing. They just like the sound of their own voices. Myself, I like silence.
“You stayin’ long?” he asks. It’s a good question, and one I don’t have an answer to just yet. I’ve been a Nomad member of the Kings of Korruption MC for almost ten years now, and not once have I found somewhere I’ve wanted to settle down. I like my freedom. I like riding long distances and the open road. I like being alone.
That being said, there are times, like now, when I start to miss my club. I miss the brotherhood. The connection the members of a chapter have is like family, and living like I do, always on the road, I never quite develop that level of connection with any of them. A Nomad life has many perks, but loneliness is not one of them.
“Not sure,” I reply, watching as Lucy grinds down on the lap of one of the club’s hangarounds, her movements sloppy and her hair all messed up. It’s obvious she’s wasted but the guy underneath her doesn’t seem to care one bit.
“We’re all headin’ out next week to the Sturgis Rally. You should come. Gonna be a good fuckin’ time.”
Sturgis. I haven’t been to a rally in Sturgis in years. Crowds aren’t usually my thing, and that rally is one of the biggest biker gatherings in North America. People come in droves to that tiny little town each year to party, camp and take in every kind of show you can fucking think of. Hundreds of thousands of bikers, motorcycle enthusiasts, women and hookers descend on that town with a vengeance, living it up in true biker fashion. It’s both an amazing experience and an overwhelming one for someone like me.
“You should come,” Tease’s old lady says, her hand out as she searches for the arm of the chair in front of her. Sometimes I forget that she’s blind. How that woman gets around with such confidence is a mystery to me, but she does, and she looks fucking fine doing it. Laynie is easily one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
Her dog leads the way, using his body to press her towards the chair until she gets herself situated. Once she’s seated beside her man, she grins widely at both of us. “I can’t wait!” she gushes. “The Grinders are playing Saturday night. I’ve been dying to listen to them live. Kat is so badass. I want to be her when I grow up.”
Tease smirks and squeezes her knee. “Laynie’s a hardcore Grinders fan. When she heard they were playin’ Sturgis, she harassed the hell out of Ryker until he agreed to make it a club trip.”
“It wasn’t just me,” she says with a grin. “Charlie and Ellen did their share of begging. We all want to see the concert, and none of us has have ever been to a rally before.”
I feel the corner of my mouth tip up in a small smile. Laynie’s enthusiasm is infectious and I can’t help but think that maybe I should go. I’ve been looking for something new. Something to liven up my otherwise quiet life, and of all the chapters of the Kings, the guys at this one are by far the ones I tend to have the most in common with. Besides, I’m a Grinders fan myself. I wouldn’t mind seeing them live.
“Alright,” I say, leaning back in my seat. “I don’t have much for campin’ gear. You guys got shit here I can use?”
Laynie lets out a little squeal of excitement and Tease just smirks back at me. “Man, we got more shit than we know what to do with. Don’t worry about that. I’ll let Ryk know you’re taggin’ along and we’ll get ya hooked up.”
Laynie swallows down a healthy swig of beer and then throws her head back, closes her eyes and belts out the chorus to The Grinders number one song, Heaven.
“Glad you’re comin’ along, brother,” Tease says, his eyes on his woman. “We’re gonna need all the help we can get keepin’ an eye on these women.”