4. Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Rhodie

“Babe, where are you?”

I’ve already looked in our room and Wire’s closest, and no Chewy. She’s not in the common room or the Rev room. I know that she’s not at work, because she was in the common room when I went into church.

“I’m here,” she says, peeking around the door of one of the spare rooms in the clubhouse.

When my dad, Mad Dog, and his cronies built this place, they had visions that it would be a big MC so they built a shit ton of rooms with en suites, knowing full well that a group of men do not want to be sharing a bathroom.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Nothing.” She stares at me, and then she’s moved to the side by Pops who shoves his way into the doorway.

“Don’t ask any questions Shit Stain. We have a secret mission. We tell you, you’ll blab to the brothers.”

I frown down at him a moment, “Wait, is this for Debs’ surprise? Cos the brothers are on board to make it real good for her.”

“Yes, they are. For one part. The second part, the part me and Dayz are coming up with, needs to be a secret because if Marx gets wind of it he’ll shit.”

What the fuck? “I know he’s asked you this already, but are you going to murder anyone, blow up anyone, torture anyone or do anything that will result in danger for anyone in this clubhouse?” I cross my arms over my chest. I’m not his grandson-in-law at this moment. I’m the enforcer of the DRMC.

He and Chewy look at each other a moment, then squint their eyes, mirroring each other right down to the pursed lips. They nod and then turn back to me. That wasn’t creepy at all.

“No to all of the above,” Pops says with a nod.

“Ok, that’s good. Sounds like you might be up to something normal for once.” They side eye each other again but I’m not too worried now that I know I’ve ticked off all the things that would cause my brother to lose his shit.

“Check your phone in a while. I’m sending you a location. I have a surprise for you,” Chewy says, waggling her brows at me before yanking my head down, and sealing her plush lips against mine. It’s a little uncomfortable because she has Chomper in the front pack and he’s wedged between us, but it doesn’t stop me letting out a groan when she rubs her hand over my stiffening cock and sucks my tongue into her mouth. The little minx.

“Stop moaning and get outta here, Shit Stain. We got shit to do!” Pops growls from inside the room.

“Go on baby. I’ll see you in a bit.”

She nods once, walks into the room and slams the door in my face.

I sigh and step back from my woman. Wandering down to the end of the hall I look in to see if anyone is hanging out in the common room. It’s fairly empty, although Debs is in the kitchen singing her heart out.

“Hey Mama Debs.”

“Hey love, sit over there and don’t touch anything. If you can do that I’ll give you a cookie.” She smiles, the apples of her cheeks pushing up, making her eyes look squinty. It’s the best kind of smile.

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I take a seat on the other side of the bench and she places a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of me. The sweet scent invades my nostrils and I try to eat like a gentleman. Instead I scarf them down like Cookie Monster.

“Good?” Debs asks, her lips curling at the corners.

“The best.”

“Rhodie, what do you think Marx’s perfect Christmas would look like?” she asks, plopping balls of dough onto a baking sheet.

I wrack my brain. He’s always been my big brother, always put together, in charge. I have never once thought about what his hopes or dreams may be. Debs must see this realization on my face because she wipes her hands and then lays one on top of my hand.

“Hey, tama , it’s OK to not have thought about it before. He’s your big brother. I was just asking if there was anything special we could do or give him for Christmas is all.” She pats my hand and then gets back to plopping.

“Well, I have noticed that since the women and kids have arrived, he’s been a lot happier. I know it’s hard to tell because he’s always yelling, but I think with the clubhouse full it reminds him of our childhood. When our mom was still alive and there were kids running around with us. I think just having kids sit in the common room around the tree would do it for him. Well, that and, if I share this with you, you can’t tell anyone I told you, OK?”

“My lips are sealed. No one will know that you’re my informant.” She does the universal zipping her lips and throwing away the key signal.

“When we were kids he always wanted a Mr Potato Head.” I shrug. I remember him telling me when Santa gave me one for Christmas that he asked for one from the ages of 5 through to 8 and never got one.

A smile grows across her lips before her brow pinches. “What did you always want as a kid but never got?”

“Oh that’s easy. I always wanted an Easy Bake Oven because then I could make my own cookies,” I laugh. “I never asked for one because I thought the other kids would laugh at me. Kids are dicks.”

Debs bursts out laughing, and so do some masculine voices behind me.

“I always wanted a light saber,” Fox says, Nitro agreeing with him, because they agree on everything.

Debs holds out plates of cookies to all the brothers trickling in. Some of them were out making deliveries, the rest decorating. “What about you boys? What did you want for Christmas from Santa?”

The guys all start talking over each other, sharing what they had on their Christmas lists and whether they got what they coveted. Marx pulls up a chair beside me, munching down on cookies and watching his MC relax for a moment.

I nudge him with my shoulder, “What do you reckon brother? Is this what you pictured for the MC when you took over?”

He turns to me with a grin, his white teeth peeking through his dark beard. “Fuck yes. Look at this place, we’re finally a family, brother. All it took was an autistic woman and her crazy ass family to bring us together,” He shoves a whole cookie in his mouth and then moves to leave the room, but I see him look over his shoulder once more. When I catch the soft look on his face he frowns at me and flips the bird.

I’d give him shit, but my phone buzzes with an incoming text. I smile as I read my girl’s message and then check the time. I have 45 minutes to get freshened up and meet her at the coordinates she sent.

Standing, I walk around the bench and drop a kiss on Mama Debs’ cheek. “Thank you Mama,”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

I chuckle a little as I make my way past Lovely, stopping to rub Bee’s head, before heading to my clubhouse room. It makes me feel warm when Debs calls me sweetheart. I know it does for the other guys too because we’re all the same level of pussy.

I take my time in the shower, even going so far to trim up down below. Christmas is in five days and my girl organized a surprise for me. I’ll thank her with my body. I think about using her moisturizer but then think better of it, instead putting on some cologne and making sure I dry everything properly. I don’t want damp balls getting musty smelling in my boxers. I throw on some clothes including a hoodie under my cut because it’s cold out, and then make my way out to my girl. A little wind therapy on a cool night and then the warm embrace of my girl? Fuck yeah.

With minutes to spare I pull up to a nondescript building in the middle of Rose Grove’s more swanky stores. There are Christmas lights twinkling in the store fronts, and there’s my Christmas angel in her yellow helmet, disco lights reflecting off the windows surrounding her.

“You made it!” she says, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me.

“Of course baby! Now, what’s this surprise you have for me?”

She doesn’t say anything, just grins up at me, takes me by the hand and leads me to a door I never even noticed. She knocks three times and the door swings open, revealing a big bastard wearing a lace mask.

“What the fuck?” I murmur under my breath.

The behemoth sizes me up and then tips his head to Chewy, moving aside so she can lead me down a long, dark hall.

“Baby, where are we?”

“You’ll see,” she fucking giggles.

We get to the end of the hall and, with a flourish, she shoves through the door revealing a dim room, lights running along the bottom of the walls, illuminating naked people writhing all over a padded floor.

“Merry Christmas, Rhodie!”

Chewy

He’s not saying anything. At all. His eyes are darting all over the room and he’s very still. He can’t be that shocked at what’s in front of him, he’s a biker. I’ve seen some of them fucking bunnies in the main room. Maybe he’s shocked at how fancy the sex club is? That’s probably it. This place has classy curtains and tasteful lighting. The clubhouse has fluorescents and manky couches.

“Chewy, why are we in a sex club?” His gaze finally finds mine and I soak it in. I love looking at Rhodie.

“I wanted to surprise you. Don’t worry, I’ve booked a room. Come on, I’ll show you!”

I take him by the hand, and make a beeline for the room I booked. I went for something different. We always fuck at our cabin, or our clubhouse room or the Rev Room. Tonight I thought I’d try something different. I get to the room with the silver number 3 on the front and I swing open the door, stepping inside.

“Tadaaa!” This time I do jazz hands.

“What in the actual fuck?” he whispers, stepping into the garishly decorated room.

“I booked this room because it’s called the ‘Romance Room’. Looking around, I see it’s not quite as advertised.”

The pictures made it look like the movies, where everything looks hazy and romantic. In real life it looks more like a Mills and Boon cover.

“Is that a full sized picture of Fabio ?” Rhodie asks, incredulously.

I let out a sigh, this isn’t quite going the way I thought it would. “I’m sorry, I wanted to try something new, and I’ve never been in this room but I think this is the place that couples in love would come to play. But it’s terrible.” I can feel my shoulders slumping and I really feel like getting an ice cream.

“Aw, hey, hey, baby, I love my surprise. Was I a little shocked by the live sex show out there? Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that. But this? This is you wanting something new and different for us to experience and I love it. Lets cover Fabio with a sheet and then I’m going to put that whipped cream and chocolate sauce over there to good use,” He tips his head to the side where there’s a table with roses, feathers, chocolate sauce, strawberries and whipped cream.

“I’ll let you use that on me if you let me use this on you?” I reach into my bag and pull out the silicone model I made of his perfect erection with the harness attached.

He stares at it, then at me, then back to his glorious fake dick. He lets out a sigh before looking down at me, cupping my face in his big hands and kissing me softly. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.

“Fuck it. Merry Christmas, baby.”