I took Diesel into my mouth and sucked. I raised my head, and when I did, Trixie’s fingers found their way between us. She meticulously stroked my clit, the arousal shaking my core. I pressed against her, and we rocked together.

  Trixie moaned and closed her eyes. I moved back and slid a finger inside her wet hole. Though she’d not come, the creamy lather between her less indicated she was about to. Her fingers moved a little harder and faster, imploring me to do the same. I did, and as I did so, I stroked Diesel’s cock as my tongue toyed with his head.

  When I felt Diesel’s cock pulsing, ready to explode, I removed him from my mouth but continued to stroke. Trixie shuddered and opened her eyes, Diesel’s stream of hot jizz splashing her face and hair.

  I leaned forward and drove my hips down, fucking Trixie’s fingers. I came with a creamy splash that coated Trixie’s already slick pussy. I collapsed atop her, releasing Diesel’s dick, my face sliding next to Trixie’s come-covered cheek.

  “We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Diesel said as he walked to the bathroom. He winked before closing the bathroom door. I heard the shower start and rolled away from Trixie, the two of us staring up at the ceiling.

  “What the fuck just happened?” I asked.

  Trixie turned onto her side. “You fucked a girl, and you liked it. Didn’t you?”

  I nodded. “I need to get Diesel to Boston.” I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me.

  I heard Trixie light a cigarette and open the door. A cool breeze entered the room, and I glanced at Trixie.

  “What did Diesel mean about your sister?”

  Trixie blew a stream of gray smoke toward the van. She told me what had happened, leaving me wondering about Diesel and the voices. I didn’t think he’d intentionally hurt a woman, but I also knew he had a hard time not obeying the voices in his head.

  “I believe him,” I said.

  “Good for you. Still doesn’t tell me who killed my sister.” She flicked the cigarette outside and closed the door. She crawled into bed and moved against me, her pussy against my ass. I didn’t want her there. That space belonged to Diesel. I fell asleep with Trixie’s arm around my waist and the thought I’d made a terrible mistake. I was doing things I’d always said I’d never do. I thought about Charles. I thought about going back to Arkansas.

  10

  Diesel

  I woke to a rumble of bikes entering the parking lot. Trixie, naked, tits nicely rounded, nipples perky, slept to my left. Gigi lay sleeping to my right, one leg over mine, her hand resting on my chest.

  I knew Trixie still thought I was responsible for her sister’s death. It wasn’t true. The more I thought about the day I left the hotel, her sister still alive in the room, I remembered seeing a bike across the street. I didn’t think much of it at the time. It could have belonged to the Brothers or even another club.

  A heavy hand landed on the door, and the door opened. Beast stood there with a key in his hand, Skittles looking over his shoulder. Brainiac stood behind her, and I caught a glimpse of Wendy behind Brainiac—no need to make excuses for what they saw.

  Gigi sat up. “Well, shit!”

  The room filled, and Beast sat at the table. Skittles and Wendy stood with arms crossed. Brainiac couldn’t keep his eyes off the pussy next to me.

  “It’s not what you think,” I said, crawling over Gigi. I pulled on clothes, and Trixie and Gigi did the same.

  Beast tossed Brainiac a set of keys. “Put the bikes in the trailer.” Brainiac left, and Beast handed me the Glock sitting on the table. “You fuck that place up last night that I heard on the news?”

  I nodded. “They grabbed Gigi when she went to the restroom, where we stopped to eat.” I waited for Trixie to speak up, but she didn’t. “That douchebag Charles arranged for the local MC to kidnap G and take her back to Arkansas.

  “Makes sense,” Beast said. “But what doesn’t make any sense to me is the fact that Trixie is standing here with us. What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I left my wallet behind,” I said, making a stupid mistake. I needed to figure out what Trixie was up to before I tried to throw her to the wolves. “She didn’t have anything else to do, so here she is.” I grabbed my wallet from the table and shoved it into my back pocket. “Let me go pay the bill, and we’ll get going.”

  Trixie followed since the room was in her name. “Thank you,” she said.

  “I know you’re fucking lying about something.” We entered the lobby, and the nasty guy behind the counter eating Cheerios ran my credit card. “If I find out I just saved your ass for something that will hurt the club, you won’t like what I have in mind for you.”

  “I’m not lying.”

  Dipshit behind the counter returned my card, and we left the office. “I had fun last night,” Trixie said.

  I stopped. “Don’t think that will be a habit. Look, I’m sorry about your sister, but I didn’t do shit. We had some freaky ass sex, and that was it.” She smiled. “You’re both into some freaky ass stuff. You don’t mention last night to anyone, including Gigi. If she wants to do it again, that’s fine. But not a word from your mouth about it.”

  I joined the others, dreading the claustrophobic ten-hour RV drive to Boston. I suspected too much talking and not enough listening to music.

  Wendy sat up front with Brainiac. Gigi and Skittles were in the back, door closed.

  “What the fuck did we walk in on?” Beast asked. “Not what I expected to see.”

  “Shit just happens sometimes. I can’t fucking explain it.”

  “How many died when you freed Gigi?” He knew it was too many.

  “At least a dozen.”

  “Security cameras?”

  “No. I cased the place before I went in with guns blazing.” I glanced at Trixie. “She’s pretty good with a gun.”

  “They found a dead waitress at the bar you and Gigi went to. That you?”

  “Come on, Beast. You know I don’t kill women.” I left it at that because I wasn’t willing to give up Trixie yet. I would eventually because the club deserved to know.

  We made it out of Kentucky by noon and started into the hills of West Virginia. Everything was going pretty well until we turned off the main highway and decided to see the countryside. Shit nobody knows about happens on the backroads of West Virginia.

  Brainiac stopped at a small convenience store and topped off the gas tank. The rest of us went inside for snacks.

  The shelves were lined with stuff none of us wanted. We found a few drinks and Twinkies that weren’t expired and then went to the register. Remembering the convenience store from a few days earlier, I looked around. Something wasn’t right. I felt eyes on me, heavy with evil. We paid, and I kept Gigi close as we left. Outside, six bikers were at the gas pumps.

  We passed the bikers without speaking. I was sure they thought we were a bunch of pussies, since we were driving an RV. I climbed into the RV passenger seat and watched the bikers as we pulled away. They nodded at each other, and I knew.

  “How soon can we get back on the highway?” I asked Brainiac.

  Brainiac tapped the RV’s GPS and shrugged. “Maybe twenty minutes.”

  “Can you make it ten?”

  “What the fucks going on?” Beast asked.

  I glanced in the mirror again, and the bikers were catching up. “Tell me you brought guns.”

  Beast went to the back of the RV and pushed back the curtains. “The guns are in the fridge.”

  “Fuck.” Brainiac slammed on the brakes. Six bikes and a van blocked the road ahead. “Now what?”

  I went to the back. “There’s a van with the bikers behind us.”

  “What’s happening,” G asked. She and Skittles opened the curtains.

  “Get to the middle of the RV,” I said, “and get down on the floor.”

  “There’s a road on the left,” Brainiac said. “Looks like a curve-laced road to the highway.”

  Bullets hit the RV, sending us all to the floor. For a good five minutes, bullets tore through the RV.

  “Brainiac,” Beast said. “Get us on that road.”

  Brainiac returned to the driver seat and gunned the RV to the side road. Two minutes down the road, we realized why it had been left unblocked—the bridge crossing a large creek was out of service.

  “Now what?” Brainiac asked.

  Beast rolled up the carpet in the middle of the RV and released a hatch leading to beneath the RV. “Everybody out. Head toward the bridge.”

  We each grabbed an AK and Glock, crawled from the RV, and then Beast sent Wendy, Trixie, and Skittles down the creek’s embankment.

  “Brainiac, I want you atop the trailer. Diesel, take the left flank, and I’ll take the right.”

  The roar of bikes sent up sprawling. The bikers started shooting again, not knowing we’d exited the RV. I made a large arc around the left, and it looked like Beast was doing the same. Eventually, we came up behind the group and began firing, eight bikers dropping before the others realized they’d been tricked.

  Brainiac stood while the bikers had their backs turned and finished off the final four.

  “Fuck, that felt good,” Beast said.

  “Yeah, but we can’t drive that big bitch down the highway full of bullet holes.”

  We stepped over the bodies and joined the ladies back at the RV.

  “What the fuck are we gonna do with those bodies and bikes?” Brainiac asked.

  The road was a mess, and there weren’t enough of us to clean up the carnage.

  “Let me make a phone call,” Trixie said. “I’ve got some friends up this way. I’ll see if they can help.” She walked away from our group and pulled out her phone. I walked Gigi toward the creek, leaving everyone else behind.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Do you know how fucked up the last forty-eight hours have been?” She pulled away. “I’ve almost died three times.” I followed her to the bridge, where she crossed her arms and stared across the creek. Standing there alone, quiet, lost in thought, the sun beaming through swatches of mist, she was as beautiful as I’d ever seen.

  I put my hands on her shoulders, staying behind her, looking across the creek as well. “This is why they all leave, G. I get it if you wanna take off and return to Arkansas.” She turned, tears running down her cheeks. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

  “I want you to drop me off at the nearest rental car location. I’m going to drive myself back.”

  “I can’t let you go back alone, G. Fuck.”

  She pushed me away, shaking her head. “I need time to think, Diesel. You get on your bike, get out on the road, and are in your element. It lets you think, even if I’m on the bike. I fucking need that to know I’m doing the right fucking thing.”

  She walked away, and Skittles met her by the RV. I’d fucked up again and run off another one. That was fine. I’d needed to get back to fucking whoever I wanted whenever I wanted. That left no attachment. No worry about whether or not the life I led was good enough. It obviously wasn’t good enough for most women.

  Beast joined me at the bridge. “What do you wanna do, brother? We’re closer to Boston than we are to Pine Bluff. We might as well see this through.” He put his hand on my shoulder, and I appreciated the touch. Even men my age needed to feel the father-like care of another man.

  I saw Gigi walking away with Skittles. “She wants to go back to Arkansas without me.”

  “You gotta let her go, brother.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  “You okay?”

  “It’s just pussy,” I said and walked away.

  I helped Brainiac roll the bikes from the trailer.

  “I wanna go to Boston with you,” Brainiac said. “I know the shit with Gigi sucks. Let’s go with you and get you square with the shit going on in your head. Gigi will figure her shit out, and she’ll be waiting for you back at the club when we return. I know she will, Diesel.”

  “I appreciate it, brother,” I said.

  A Lexus rolled up and stopped in front of the bodies. Two gorgeous women got out, both carrying a badass personality. Trixie smiled and met the two women, the three hugging before turning to the rest of us. The women stayed where they were, and Trixie joined us.

  “Marcia and Jan will give Gigi a ride to Enterprise Car Rental in Huntington. Some other friends will be here shortly to clean this mess up. They’ll store the RV and trailer to ensure the authorities don’t find it.”

  “Marcia and Jan?” I asked. “Are you shitting me?”

  “Those two women could kick your ass,” Trixie said.

  Gigi walked by without saying a word and got into the Lexus. Marcia and Jan waved, and then they were driving Gigi away.

  “She needs this, Diesel,” Skittles said. “Let her figure it out.”

  “She going back to daddy and that douchebag?”

  “I don’t know. But whatever Gigi decides to do, let her do it on her own timetable.” Skittles climbed on Beast’s bike. Wendy had already climbed on behind Brainiac.

  “Looks like it’s you and I,” Trixie said.

  I started the bike and nodded for Trixie to climb on. “Don’t get comfortable,” I said.

  Trixie moved her arms around my waist. It was a hell of a long drive to have someone holding on who shouldn’t be.

  We rolled into Allentown, Pennsylvania, around eight and checked into a Holiday Inn. Of course, Skittles and Beast shacked up, and Brainiac and Wendy shared a room, leaving me with Trixie.

  “Why do I feel like you had all this shit planned?” I asked Trixie as the others followed us to the elevator.

  “Meet back in the lobby at nine,” Beast said. “We’ll see if there’s a decent biker dive around town.”

  We stepped into the elevator, and Brainiac checked his watch. He winked at Wendy.

  “Nine-thirty?” I said.

  “So Brainiac has time to get his dick wet?” Beast said. He clapped Brainiac on the back. “Make sure you wrap it up.”

  The doors opened, and Trixie followed me to our room. I opened the door and tossed my shit on the table. “Thought you got two doubles?”

  Trixie giggled like a schoolgirl. “All they had left.”

  “Right.”

  “She left, Diesel. Move on like a good biker.” She started the shower and undressed. When she climbed into the shower, I went into the bathroom and leaned against the sink, staring at the curtain.

  “What makes you think she’s done?” I asked. “She’s gone back to think about it.”

  “Is that what she told you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I heard her talking to Skittles before she left.” Trixie stuck her head out between the curtain and the wall. “She thinks she made a mistake hooking up with a biker, and being with Charles gives her more stability. She’s also worried she’s ruined her relationship with her father.”

  I walked into the other room and grabbed the whiskey bottle I’d stowed away in a side saddle. Was I surprised? Fuck no.

  I took off my shirt, kicked off my boots, and shoved my jeans down. Fuck it. At least I knew. I took two long gulps of the whiskey, capped the fucking bottle, and headed to the shower. I threw back the shower curtain, scaring Trixie, and stepped into the tub.

  11

  Trixie

  If you don’t look out for yourself, nobody else will. Still, I wouldn’t say I liked the answers I was getting from the club. The agency in West Virginia was taking care of the mess we’d left behind. I’d told them to hold off on pressing the club. Yes, it was self-defense. No, I didn’t have to say it was.

  I backed under the warm water spray, and Diesel placed his hands on the wall beside my ears. There was hurt in his eyes but also a savageness that roared to get out. I’d heard him and Gigi talking about the voices in his head, and I wondered what they were telling him then.

  “Be nice,” I said.

  “Your sister said the same thing when we showered together.” He let the water run over his head, and I watched it race down his neck and chest, following the beads all the way to his erection. Gigi had been a fool to walk away from a man like Diesel.

  “Did you kill her?” I asked. “I don’t think you’d hurt a woman on purpose, but the entire club could hear Gigi screaming the night you fucked her at the club. The bitch could barely walk the next day. Accidents in the bedroom happen all the time.” Right. I needed him to believe I would forgive whatever he’d done to her.

  “It wasn’t me, Trixie. You need to let that shit go.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I let it go as he requested. I grabbed his dick, and the damn thing throbbed in my hand.

  A large hand grabbed my ass, and I was suddenly around Diesel’s waist. He’d lifted as if I were a child’s play toy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

  As he fucked me, Diesel mumbled as if he were talking to someone. Then I remembered the voices in his head. Then I remembered they usually showed up when someone needed to die.

  Diesel opened his eyes and stared into mine, the darkness in his soul so apparent that I thought I would be joining my sister. He stopped fucking me, and his hand went to my hair, pulling my head back, warm water caressing my face. He closed his mouth around my left nipple and sucked. I grabbed my boob and squeezed. Diesel moaned and sucked harder. Did he know?

  When it seemed like he’d had enough, he moved to my other nipple and sucked, hungry, starved. I squeezed, and he moaned again.

  Diesel raised his head and kissed me, our mouths open, tongues in a tussle. He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue, his cock still in me, hard but still.

  Neither of us came in the shower. I turned the water off and dropped to my feet. Diesel stepped out first and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. He grabbed his own, dried off, and tossed it aside. He waited until I was dry and grabbed me by the hand.