Eleven
I met Sonya, the blonde who replaced Cristal, coming out of my room. She came up to me, pulled my T-shirt down, and plastered herself against my body. Usually my dick would have stood up and taken notice but after just being with Tish I didn’t feel a twinge.
I lifted her away from me, continuing down the stairs with her following close behind. I turned at the bottom of the stairs. “Sonya, I gotta get to work.”
She stopped a couple steps above me so we were eye level. “What’s going on, Fighter? You were so hot to get in my pants. Then I haven’t seen you for days; now I do, and you’re blowing me off. What the fuck is that?”
“Listen, Sonya, we were never exclusive. You wanted to fuck, we fucked; there are plenty of other guys in the club that can scratch your itch.”
“Fighter, I don’t want any of the other guys. I’m happy with things the way they are; why can’t we continue doing what we’re doing?”
“Sonya, I don’t have time for this shit, I’m late for work. There are other things going on right now. I’m sorry you’re feeling hurt, but that’s just the way it is. Now, keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself unless I invite you to touch me. Go find some other brother to fuck.”
I knew I was being an asshole to her, but she wouldn’t leave it alone. It wasn’t her I wanted to sink my dick into anymore, it was Tish.
I went downstairs into the office. Walking in, I found Dukes lounging on the couch. Sonny was on the other end with his laptop open. Breech was at the table in front of his computer with a cup of coffee.
I lifted my chin at the three men, saying, “Sorry I’m late.”
Breech chuckled from behind the table. “Sonya’s pussy keeping you busy, Fighter?”
I turned towards Breech, wanting to pound his face against the desk. He didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, but it still pissed me off. When I’m pissed I fight, hence my road name. I took a calming breath then blew it out.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Every man here enjoyed pussy. At one time or another we’ve even shared the same women. Don’t get me wrong, my dick doesn’t get near another dude’s but I’ve been sucked off by a woman while one of my brothers fucked her and vice versa. I know I had a reputation of being a player. I didn’t mind that before, somehow, I did now.
“Any word on Aden, Sonny?” I asked.
“No, man. I got some guys working on it but so far the guy’s off the grid.”
“Shit, so not what I wanted to hear. How could he have gone so ghost?”
“I know, man, I’m doing all I can but the guy is a slippery fucker. He knows how to lay low.”
Dukes looked at me. “How’s Jiji and Tish?”
“Jiji is fine; the bump on her head is healed. She’s chomping at the bit to get back to school and volunteering at a shelter. Sonny, do we know anyone here with the ASPCA that could use some help at the local shelter?”
“On it, Fighter. I’ll get with Opry and see what we can do for her. Danko knows a bunch of local business owners; maybe he can help too,” Sonny said.
“Isn’t Opry’s girl a vet?” I asked.
Dukes piped up, “Yeah, she has her own animal clinic. She could be a big help. Sonny, see if Opry can hook her up with his girl,” Dukes said. “As for her classes, Sonny, do you think you could spare a laptop so she can catch up online?” Dukes asked.
“I have a couple she can pick from, Dukes. I’ll get her outfitted and online by the end of today.”
“Good deal. Thanks, Sonny,” I said.
Dukes cell rang, and he got up to answer it, exiting the office as he spoke to his caller. Five minutes later, he stuck his head back in the door.
“Fighter, we gotta hit the Firing Line Club; Opry has some issues with a supplier. Meet you at your bike in ten.”
I acknowledged his order with a salute as he closed the door. “Sonny, since we are heading down to the Firing Line, I’ll check with Opry about getting his girl to help Jiji.”
“Okay by me,” he said. “Fighter, while I got you here, the 3rd street property is almost ready for its open house. Once KK, Dolly, and her crew get done, I’ll get it listed for you.”
“Thanks, Sonny, you’re the man!” I said.
He flipped me the bird as I walked out of his office, laughing.
When I went down to my bike to meet Dukes he was already mounted up, waiting for me. I put on my helmet, straddled my bike, and turned the key, twisting the throttle. The engine came to life, roaring then settling into a loud purr. I loved that sound; it always settled me, gave me peace. After I backed out, I put the bike in gear, pulling out behind Dukes. Once we passed the gates, I swung in next to him, riding side by side to the Firing Line Club.
I could picture Tish on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped around me, her thighs hugging me. Shit, where did that thought come from? I’ve never wanted a woman on the back of my bike. I’ve liked being alone with my machine. Feeling the wind, the tires gripping the pavement, rolling through turns, picking up speed on backcountry roads.
The road was a bit slick from a recent rain; the front wheel slid sideways before I got control again. Pulling into the Firing Line’s driveway, we parked and dismounted.
Dukes looked over at me. “Fighter, shiny side up, remember? What the fuck happened back there? Keep your mind on your ride, brother. We don’t need you having an accident, feel me?”
“Sorry, Dukes, won’t happen again,” I replied.
He slapped me on the back, smiling. “Sure thing. Come on, let’s see what Opry’s problem is.”
Going inside the range, I saw Opry through the glass so I signaled for him. Opry came out to greet us. “Hey, Fighter,” he said, bumping fists with me. “I haven’t seen you since the charity ride, some prime pussy keeping you at the club?” he asked.
I laughed. “No, bro, my little sister blew into town. I’ve been busy sorting her shit.”
“Holy hell, man, everything okay?”
I gave him a quick rundown of the story Jiji and Tish told us.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Fighter, that’s a shitty thing to happen. I’m fuckin’ sorry about your mom, man!”
“Thanks, brother! I appreciate that. I went home a couple months ago to see Jiji graduate from college, so at least I got to see her before she died. But that fucker Aden is dead.”
“No worries, Fighter, we’ve got your back,” he said.
“Listen man, Jiji needs some help with her vet tech stuff. Sonny said your girl is a vet? Do you think she could help Jiji?”
“Sandra takes students all the time; I’ll talk to her and get back to you.”
“Thanks, Opry.”
“You got it, man.”
Opry turned to Dukes and started explaining the issue with one of his munitions suppliers, but I listened with half an ear, already planning on what I would say to Jiji about work and school.
Concluding their business, they shook hands then Opry pulled me in for a man hug, slapping my back. I did the same and we headed out.
“See you at the club later?” I asked him.
“Yeah, gotta pick up Sandra, then I’ll see you guys later! Sure glad it’s Friday; Dukes, I could use some time to kick back and enjoy the party this weekend,” Opry said.
I smiled at him. “Whose pussy you gonna be balls deep in tonight, Dukes?”
“Like you don’t know, Fighter. This cute little brunette’s been hanging out at the clubhouse with me for how long now?”
Dukes had been seeing Lani for a couple years. I really liked her—she could take it then dish it right back at you. “I wouldn’t mind that firecracker in my bed tonight,” Dukes said. I slapped him on the back, laughing.
My mind was on a beautiful redhead who was already in my bed. We put our helmets on and rode back to the club.