hau‘oli

➸ Oz ★

I pull up to Hildy’s B&B and find the wide, wraparound porch filled with women. Turning off my Harley, I notice Duffy in the front lawn. She wears her pink headphones over her short blonde hair and investigates a flowering dogwood. Near the little girl is the one Everything Nice fox I haven’t met. The infamous Yarrow follows Duffy around until she spots me.

Ginger isn’t on the porch, and I hesitate to approach the house if I must pass by Duffy and Yarrow. The kid is easily triggered, and the eighteen-year-old is trigger-happy.

So I remain on my Harley and wait for Ginger to appear. Minutes pass until I finally text her. Though she promises she’s almost ready; I swear she’s standing behind the front door laughing at me for having to wait on her.

Bay eventually leaves the porch and walks to me. I sometimes get confused between her and Pepper since they both have short dark hair, B cup-sized tits, and no hips. Up close, it’s easier to tell them apart. Pepper’s blue eyes always glare at me while Bay’s brown ones seem mostly bored. Plus, this chick has been gifted with enough freckles for three people.

“She’s dealing with Little Memphis business.”

“Does she need help?”

“If she did, would we be sitting out here, enjoying the pretty day?”

“Yes, yes, you would.”

Bay grins. “You’re free to join us for a beer on the porch. Pepper is so buzzed that she might confuse you for a very butch chick and be nice to you.”

“Tempting for sure, but what about those two?”

Bay glances back at Duffy who now circles a giant oak tree. Yarrow continues to follow the younger girl, but her gaze remains on me.

“Duffy is very chill today. The cooler weather helps.”

“And Yarrow?”

“She won’t shoot you.”

“Good to hear.”

Bay’s smile widens. “You’re scared of her, aren’t you? Precious. If I were you, and I am so very thankful that I’m not, but if I was, I’d be more afraid of the hot blonde you’re taking out on a date. She’s a devious twat.”

I chuckle at her wording. “Yeah, but she’s foxy, so the risk is worth it.”

Enjoying my response, Bay laughs and steps back. “Hildy said your mommy wanted on the planning committee but was denied just like Hildy.”

“That’s right. Well, I didn’t know about Hildy wanting to have a spot, but the stuff about my mom is true.”

“Is your mom cool or is she a bitchy version of you?”

“Both.”

“Strong women are sexy,” Bay says, sounding like one of my boys.

“That they are.”

“Maybe your mom will get that spot after all.”

Smiling, I would fucking love for my mom to get a coveted spot on the planning board. If only, so she’ll have something to keep her busy now that the kids are older and don’t need her babying them anymore.

“That would be something I’d appreciate.”

“Reward Ginger then.”

“Even though she is a devious twat, right?” I ask while wearing a smirk.

“Especially because of that.”

Ginger appears at the door, spots me, and scans the yard for Yarrow and Duffy. Once she gets the lay of the land, she nearly floats past her friends before taking the spot next to my Harley that Bay vacates.

“You’re early,” she lies.

“Nope.”

“I had business to take care of. I’d apologize, but you’d smell my bullshit.”

“What kind of business?” I ask before she can climb on behind me.

Ginger studies my face before giving me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen on a woman. “Fuck off,” she says lovingly and then climbs onto the Harley. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you can’t escape.”

Laughing at my menacing tone, she tightly wraps her arms around me and nuzzles her cheek against the back of my vest. The thought of her lips caressing my club’s patch makes my dick so hard that I nearly yank it free from my jeans and deal with the problem.

Fortunately, I get myself under control. Having Duffy nearby is enough to freeze the arousal right out of my balls. Little girls and sex do not mix. One day, my angel will have boys sniffing around her, and the thought always makes me want to puke.

With my dick in neutral, I drive the Harley away from the B&B and head for a place I’ve had in mind for a date since I was a kid. Until Ginger, I never liked a woman enough to take her to the Silver Swan Castle just outside of Rawlins.

Ginger holds on tight as I take many winding roads through rural areas. With autumn nearly here, the weather’s cooled considerably, and the leaves already threaten to change color.

Nothing could make me leave Rawlins. I love the town’s best and shittiest qualities. Mostly, I love knowing my kids will grow up looking at the same trees, enjoying the same dirt roads, and suffering from the same beautiful boredom I did growing up. Who knows? One day, Makoa might even take a beautiful girl on a ride to the Silver Swan Castle.