Lo

I helped mom finish her shopping and loaded all her crap into the truck. I looked around the parking lot for Meg, hoping she hadn’t left yet so I could get another look at her. As soon as I saw her ass waving in the air as she struggled to stand up, I knew I had to be inside her.

It took all my willpower to not get a hard-on as her eyes ran over my body. Fucking chick was smoking’ hot and didn’t even know it.

“Thanks for coming to get me, Lo,” Ma said as she interrupted my thoughts about Meg.

“No problem, Ma. I’ll get one of the guys to bring your car to you later. Make sure it’s locked.” Ma dug her keys out of her huge ass purse and beeped the locks. We both got into the shop truck, and I started it up.

“Sure was nice of that Meg to help out. I don’t know what I would have done without her.”

“Yup, definitely nice of her.” I shifted the truck into drive, keeping my foot on the brake, knowing exactly where mom was headed with this.

“You should ask her out.” All I could do was shake my head and laugh.

“Straight to the point huh, Ma?”

“I’m old, I can say what I want. Meg is just the thing you need.”

“I didn’t know I needed anything.” I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Ma’s house.

“You need someone in your life besides that club.” My mom grabbed her phone out of her purse and started fiddling with it.

“We’ll see, ma. Meg didn’t seem too thrilled with me.” She definitely liked what she saw, but it was like she couldn’t get away from me quick enough when she saw that Ma was going to be ok.

“Well, you are pretty intimidating, Lo. Thank goodness you didn’t wear your cut.”

My leather vest with my club rockers and patches was a part of me. “What the hell is wrong with my cut? If some bitch can’t handle me in my cut, she sure as shit doesn't belong with me,” I growled.

“Not what I meant Lo. That girl has been hurt, you can see it in her eyes. You’ll have to be gentle with her.”

My phone dinged. I dug it out of my pocket and saw my mom had texted me. “You texted me her number, ma?”

“Use it, Logan, fix her,” she insisted.

I sighed and pulled into mom’s driveway. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be fixed, ma. Maybe she has a boyfriend.”

“She doesn’t. Call her, or I’ll do it for you,” she ordered.

I knew my mom’s threat wasn’t idle. She totally would call Meg and ask her out for me. Fuck. “I’ll help you get your shit inside ma.”

“I’ll make you lunch, and then you can call Meg,” Ma said, as she jumped out of the truck and grabbed some bags.

I watched her walk into her house and looked at the message she had sent me. I saved Meg’s number to my phone and grabbed the rest of Ma’s shit and headed into the house.

Looked like I was calling Meg.