Eighteen
I called Sonny and he picked up on the first ring. I relayed what happened.
“Damn that fucking douchebag. I’m heading over there anyway, let me get with Dukes and tell him what’s gone down. I’ll try tracking the call when I get there. See you in a few,” he said, then clicked off.
I was getting real tired of this guy messing with my woman! I wanted his balls! I knew the brothers were doing anything they could, but I still felt like Tish had a target on her back.
The girl fuckin’ fascinated me. She took to shooting like a duck to water. She was fearful at first, but then she began to enjoy herself and what she was learning. She listened to everything I said, soaking it all in. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and had an innate kindness. Best of all she didn’t seam to know it, she was just being herself. No artifice, just her.
I was falling hard and fast.
When she got on my bike, I felt like we’d been riding together forever. She was a natural, moving with me unconsciously. I’d had a couple of Fender Fluffs ride with me but usually just to get them from place to place for a brother. I could see her riding bitch with me for a long time to come. Wasn’t that a fuckin’ kick in the nuts.
I went back inside to see if I could help the girls, because the guys would be here soon.
xJmB
The house was full, music was playing, the guys were sitting around with plates full of good food and a cold beer, laughing or talking in groups or sitting at the table outside on the deck. I fucking loved that my brothers liked and accepted Tish.
Dukes pulled me aside on the deck. “We have to get this guy, Fighter. He was dangerous before; he’s moved on to deranged. I don’t want him around the girls or my club.” Patting me on the back, he said, “You’ve got a good one there, Fighter, let’s neutralize the threat and move on.” He walked over to the grill and began loading a plate.
Opry came up to where I was sitting on the deck with a full plate, two beers dangling from his fingers. He handed me one and sat down. Digging in, he motioned to me with his fork. “I heard about the message that scumbag left. We’re all on guard, Fighter. No worries, brother. So, tell me what you’re thinking for Tish’s Sig, Fighter.”
I swallowed a couple sips of beer then I described one I saw a few weeks ago that a woman had brought to the Firing Line. “Hers had a pink pearl-handled grip and she kept it in a holster at her waist. I’m thinking the same kind of rig for Tish, but I want white pearl instead of pink.”
He nodded but continued to eat. I drank more of my beer, watching him demolish the plate. “I’ll order it, should be here in a couple days. Should cost you about five bills.” Reaching into his cut, he pulled out a packet of papers. “She needs to fill this out for the permit and for her carry license,” he said.
“Thanks, Opry,” I said, pulling the envelope towards me.
“Man, that girl is fine, Fighter. I’m glad to see you happy.”
I hid my smile behind my beer. “She likes Sandra too, so that’s a plus, huh, brother? Now Sandra has someone to do girl shit with, so you can spend more time at the club with us.”
He smiled. “I’m a smart man, Fighter. Happy lady, happy life.”
I laughed with him. “Words to live by, Opry, words to live by! “Let me know when the gun comes in and I’ll have the cash for you.” He gave me the thumbs-up while he finished off his plate, then wandered away to find Sandra.
I finished my beer, got up, and walked around the house, stopping to talk to the guys as I came upon them. Looking into the kitchen, I saw Tish at the sink. Walking up, I caged her in with my arms on either side of her body.
She leaned back into me, keeping her wet hands in the sink. “Hmm, you smell good, Breech,” she said.
I backed up quick. “What the fuck, did you just call me Breech?” I saw her shoulders shaking with laughter, then lightly bit her ear. “You’ll pay for that later when I get you naked and alone,” I said.
I felt her shiver, but she leaned her head back on my shoulder. “Promises, promises,” she said. I nosed aside her T-shirt to nip at her shoulder, planting tiny kisses along her neck. She tilted her head to give me better access so I slid my tongue out to lick and suck on her collarbone. She moaned, moving her ass backward to rub across my erection through my jeans. I groaned but pressed harder against her, and she whimpered before she tried to move away.
“Jameson, we have a house full of people,” she protested.
“Damn, girl, what you do to me,” I said, adjusting my dick but moving away from her enticing body.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, winking before she blew me a kiss. “Right back at you, baby,” she said.
Before I could drag her off to our bedroom, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw Lani wrestling with a full garbage pail. I went over to her and took it out of her hands. “I got that,” I said.
She thanked me, then asked Tish, “Where is the box of garbage bags? These animals have almost cleaned you out of all that delicious food you and Jiji made.”
Tish’s laughter filled the air. “I’m glad, Lani. It’s been a long time since we had such a large bunch to cook for.”
I left the two ladies talking and went outside with the bag to dump it in the pail.
Breathing in the night air felt good. I went over to the table on the deck to light up a smoke. I saw Murph coming around the corner of the house with Gears and called out to them, “You guys get something to eat?”
“Yeah,” Gears replied. “Thank Tish and Jiji for us, man.”
“Will do,” I replied.
“We heard that asshole is still hounding Tish, Fighter; we got her back.”
Taking a drag from my cigarette, I responded, “You’d better or it will be your ass.” They acknowledged me with a salute and moved on.
Both these guys have been prospecting for the club for almost a year. I liked both of them and would be happy to call them brother when the time came. Stabbing out my smoke, I lifted my chin at them in farewell before going back into the house.