Joshua
That night, I had another dream about Leslie again. Or rather, I thought I had a dream about her. We were laughing and playing together, roughhousing outside like a couple of kids. She was so real that I could feel the touch of her soft skin against mine, so close that I could smell the faint vanilla musk of her perfume.
That was when the dream started to change. We were playing in a park and the skies darkened. Leslie looked at me with fire in her blue eyes and reached for me. As always, I felt my cock stiffening between my legs as Leslie’s hands snaked around my waist. She’d always known how to turn me on, and this was no exception. When we kissed, I closed my eyes and felt the universe spinning around. I was hit with an overwhelming feeling, like how it felt to know how deeply in love with someone you really were. And Leslie was that person for me. She was my everything; she was my world.
And then I woke up. My skin was sweaty, and my hair was sticking to my forehead even though the air conditioner was on full blast. Leslie was still parading through my head and try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of her to go away.
But now, things felt different. Now that Jasmine had come into my life, I wasn’t sure what to think. In so many ways she reminded me of Leslie, but I knew that wasn’t a logical connection. After all, Leslie disappeared. She wouldn’t have hung around. I spent years looking for her.
Now it was time to accept that she was really gone.
Later in the morning, I drove over to the bar. There were some cars parked in the lot from the night before, and Mike and Will were bellied up to the bar itself, drinking whiskey and chasing it with beer. They both grinned at me.
“Hey, man,” Mike said. He slapped me on the back, and I felt a twinge of unease. The guys still didn’t know about my conversation with Jasmine from the other day. To them, she was just a hot chick in another local biker gang. But inside, I knew that I could have revealed some damaging information. Don’t worry about it, I thought. You’re the leader of Venom Brothers. You don’t need to waste time worrying about what some chick can do to your reputation.
“Hey,” I said as I slipped onto a stool and reached over the counter for a beer. “What’s up?”
Mike grinned at me. He was still sporting a bruise on his face. “I got to meet the Russians later,” he said, miming like he was aiming a gun at the wall. “We got a big shipment coming in.”
A flash of the other night came back to me; Jasmine on top of me, straddling me with her muscular legs and demanding to know something. God, it was killing me! If I didn’t remember what I told her, I was fucked!
“Oh yeah?” I swallowed hard and took a long drink of beer. “What kind of deal?”
Mike grinned and flexed his arms. “The kind that’s gonna permanently set us up for life, brother,” he said with a nod. “The kind of deal we’ve been struggling to make for years.”
Another alarm bell went off in the back of my head, but I ignored it. Something about the way Mike was talking sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it.
“Hey,” Will said sharply. “Man, what happened last night? Did you find that girl?”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said. I flashed back to Jasmine in my arms, her hot little mouth pressed against mine, her tight body wriggling. “I found her alright. I brought her back here.”
Will raised his eyebrows. “And? Anything good?”
I snorted. “I’m not telling you shit,” I said dismissively. “I don’t need to talk about getting laid when I can actually do it.”
Will and Mike laughed, high-fiving each other. Being around the guys normally made me relax, but today I felt like I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I knew that I had to find Jasmine again, and get her to tell me what had really happened.
“I’m gonna go ride out,” I said, standing and finishing the last of my beer. “You guys need me around for the deal?”
“Yeah,” Mike replied. “That would be fuckin’ great, man.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be around later. When are you meeting with the Russians?”
“Ten,” Will said. He looked more solemn than usual, and I wondered what was wrong with him. “I mean, if you can swing that.”
I nodded. “Yeah, no worries,” I said. “I’ll be back by then.”
When I left the bar, I felt a weird sense of relief flood my body. It wasn’t that I hated being around the guys right now, but there was so much shit flying around in my head that I had no idea how to talk to them. It was hard to concentrate on MC business when I had to worry about Jasmine and what information she’d pulled out of me. But I had to come out on top; I had to show her who was boss.
I grinned. And I don’t think I’ll have much trouble with that, I thought nastily as I remembered the way Jasmine had shoved her tits against my chest and slipped her tongue into my mouth. She was a hot little sex kitten, and all I had to do was make her mine. As soon as she was mine, I knew there was no way she could fuck over the Brothers.
I hopped on my bike and rode it to the outskirts of town, staring at the city from high above. I always loved the canyons outside of LA; they made the city look like some kind of weird, mythical creature. But right now they just made me feel alone, with the weight of my decisions in my mind. I have to find her. And soon.
I rode down to the Wild Witches’ clubhouse. I had to hand it to them; Jasmine was a good leader. She’d managed to turn the MC completely legit in a few years, and they looked like they were turning quite a profit. The clubhouse was a nice building: sleek, with all the modern touches that an MC could possibly want. They even had a state-of-the-art surveillance system outside. I swallowed hard as I knocked on the front door.
A diminutive-looking girl answered the door. I recognized her from last time—her name was Lyndsey or Taylor or some shit. “Hey,” I said shortly. “Is Jasmine around?”
The girl swallowed hard. She had light brown hair and big, scared-looking eyes. She looked more like an ingénue than a biker, and part of me wondered what she was doing with a club as tough as the Wild Witches.
“Yeah,” she said softly after a long pause. “You wait out here. I’ll go get her.”
I rocked on the balls of my feet, feeling slightly impressed. Despite the girl’s soft looks, her voice had come across with an undertone of steel. Jasmine must have seen something in her, even if the others didn’t, I decided. She must have a good eye for that sort of thing.
When Jasmine came to the door, her face was pale and beginning to contort with anger. “What?” she asked in a huff. “What do you want now?”
“Come with me,” I said sharply. “We need to talk.”
This time, Jasmine didn’t resist. She folded her arms across her chest and called something to the girls before grabbing her jacket and climbing on her bike. “I’m not riding as your bitch,” she said. “And I leave when I want to leave.”
I shrugged. “You’re not under arrest, you know,” I told her sharply. “You can leave whenever you damn well want to leave.”
A different look came into Jasmine’s eyes just then, something akin to respect. She nodded curtly and climbed on her giant hog, making it roar to life with the mere twist of a key. I waited until she was good to go and then climbed on my bike, steering it out of the driveway and back up into the hills.
The air was humid and damp but it felt good on my face as I rode. The moisture clinging to every cell cooled my face down, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the sun and the clean air. I hadn’t ridden for pleasure in what felt like a long time, and even though I was working I didn’t feel too horrible about it. Everything will be fine, I told myself. She’s with you. You’ve got her now. You know she would be yours, if you wanted.
In some ways, it didn’t feel as much like a betrayal to Leslie as I would have thought. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been laid in a couple of weeks, maybe it was just because Jasmine had something about her that didn’t make me question her. It was in her smile, in her swagger, in the way she carried herself so confidently. Jasmine was one of those women who always seemed on top of her game. I was impressed. She could teach the Venom Brothers a thing or two about loyalty, and about classiness within the rules of the MC.
I was surprised when she turned out to be moody that day. We parked our bikes just above the Hollywood sign and strode around in the brush, kicking at clods of dirt and dried lumps of cactus that had fallen off.
“Do you always come up here?” Jasmine looked at me. Her blue eyes seemed focused, but I could tell that her mind was elsewhere. “I mean, this is a cool place. It’s good for thinking. But I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I used to come up here with an old girlfriend,” I said as casually as I could muster. I still couldn’t think about Leslie without feeling a tug at my heartstrings, but whenever Jasmine was around the pain wasn’t nearly as hard to deal with as it was when I was alone. “It was years ago, though. Now I come up by myself when I need to be alone.”
Jasmine nodded. She lowered herself down onto the dirt and relaxed, leaning back on the heels of her hands and staring straight up at the sky. “I come here a lot,” she said softly. She glanced down at the ground. “Whenever I really need to be alone with myself and think, you know?” Jasmine looked into my eyes, and I felt a shiver of lust. Even though the moment was solemn, there was something about her that made me itch to put my hands all over her body and make her mine. In my pants, my cock chafed, eager to be inside Jasmine’s warm, wet body.
“I get that,” I said, scooting closer. “What do you think about?” I winked at her.
“Everything,” Jasmine said dramatically. She pulled her black hair up into a ponytail and knotted it with an elastic. “The club, my girls, everything that’s going on right now.” She let out a long sigh. I stared; I hadn’t exactly expected her to make me a serious answer. “There’s a lot going on with the Wild Witches that you don’t know.”
I laughed. “My club is the same way,” I said, getting to my feet and brushing the dirt off my jeans. “There’s so much shit going on right now that I can’t even see through it. Has that ever happened before?”
Jasmine rolled onto her flat belly and stared at the ground. I admired the lean curve of her waist and the way her ass stuck out into the air. She was a natural beauty, and I was feeling the itch to fuck her even more strongly than before. “Things are just messy right now,” she said, plucking a piece of grass from the earth and gnawing on the tip of it. I watched as her pink tongue stuck out of her lips. A shiver of lust seized my body, and I had to glance away before I started imagining that same pink tongue licking my hard cock. “I don’t feel like a good leader. I feel like I’m failing my girls.”
I shrugged. “They’re adults,” I said. “They need someone to make decisions for them sometimes. They must respect you. That new club house is ace."
Jasmine nodded. “We did a good job,” she said in a quiet voice. Her face grew serious again. “I just don’t know. Sometimes I don’t think I’m a good fit for this life. I always wanted to be in an MC, but sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t do better on my own.”
I shook my head and leaned up against a tree, watching Jasmine’s face intently. She’d closed her eyes and rested her cheek down on a forearm. She looked troubled, even in a peaceful pose. I couldn’t imagine her falling asleep despite her relaxed posture.
“You’re doing fine,” I said mildly. Jasmine looked into my eyes and the air between us crackled with tension. “I mean, you’re doing the best that you can, right?”
Jasmine nodded. She let out a long sigh. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” she said abruptly, rolling onto her back and staring at the sky. She shielded her eyes with a hand and took a deep breath. “What do you want?”
“What?” I stared at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jasmine licked her lips. “I mean, are you happy with your life? Do you ever wish that you’d done something else?”
A shiver went through me. It was almost like I was hearing Leslie’s voice now, coming from Jasmine’s body. For a moment I was transported back years in time, staring at my girlfriend and wanting nothing in the world but her.
“I didn’t always want this life,” I said gruffly. My voice came out sounding sharper than I meant it to. “But it chose me, and I’ve done alright. I don’t question myself, I don’t question the motives of my guys. I just want to make sure everyone gets their slice of the pie and business gets taken care of. It doesn’t really matter whether or not I’m happy. I don’t think happiness is some kind of white whale, you know? Everyone should feel it, as long as they’re being successful in this life.”
Jasmine looked at me. Her blue eyes were cast in shadow, unreadable. She stretched her arms high in the air. “I can’t tell, though,” she said after a long pause. “That’s the thing. I can’t tell how I’m doing, or why I should feel better about my choices in life.”