CHAPTER NINETEEN

-:- JIG -:-

Saturday morning, at last. I’ve already been to the clubhouse and swapped my hog for an SUV. I’m on my way to Richard’s to collect the finished stroller. Fist told me it looked amazing but refused to send me a photograph. He says I need to see it in the flesh to get the full impact of the paintwork, and his freehand artwork.

I want to check it out, get it loaded into the SUV, and cover it up so no one can see it before I reveal it to Mia and Axel. Once it’s loaded up, I’m heading over to get Kenzie. It’s time she was introduced to everyone at the clubhouse and the MC lifestyle.

I know we both have free time, but we will be involved in club stuff at some point, and then there’s the girl gang for her to be enrolled with. That should go down well with Kenzie and Amelia in the same room, I’m thinking.

Arriving at Kenzie’s condo, I park the SUV where I can see it clearly from her window. I’ll be pissed if anyone tampers with it, or with the stroller.

Knocking on the door, I gasp in horror when I see her. She is wearing clothes that would put a club whore to shame. A tiny cut-away top that shows nearly half her boobs and her nipples pointing hard in the material. Shorts that are so short they could even be a denim G-string, and heels that have her taller than me.

“What the…! Why are you dressed like that? I mean, for the bedroom, I love it, but you are not going outside like that. No how, no way, no sirree.” I step inside and quickly close the door behind me.

“Are we not going to the club this morning? I thought you’d want to show me off as your biker babe. Isn’t this what they wear? Have I got it wrong, somehow?” Giving me a twirl, I see the glint in her eye.

“Oh, no. You nailed it. In fact, you nailed it so well that we’re going to be running a little late, Beautiful.” Grabbing her, I throw her over my shoulder and hear a little squeak as I do. What starts as a slap on her ass soon becomes stroking. And then we’re in the bedroom.

An hour later we’re both naked and sweaty on her bed. “You wouldn’t want me to wear those outside then?” She says, pointing to her shorts and t-shirt on the floor.

“Hell, no. You are way too good for that. When it’s just the two of us, alone, you can wear what you like, as long as you’re prepared for the consequences.”

“Good. I’m happy with that. If you’d been okay with me going out like that, we would have had a problem. Now… I need a shower. Come and scrub my back.”

It takes almost another hour to get finished in the shower, in more ways than one.

“Jig, you need to know that I’ve never been like this before. I’ve always taken a long time to get to where we are in a relationship. I’ve never been easy . In fact, I’ve always been a bit of a prude in the bedroom. You should know that I’ve fallen for you in a big way. Is that going to be an issue for you?”

“Hell, no. I feel the same way. I was more than happy to wait for our relationship to get a solid intellectual foundation before we took it to a physical state. I fell for you when we sat talking in TJs, and I fell hard. When you didn’t answer my calls the other day, I was scared half to death that I wasn’t what you wanted,” as I say that, my phone beeps with a message.

Mia: Where are you?

Jig: On my way.

“We need to move along. Everyone will be waiting.”

“One last kiss…” Kenzie smiles up at me.

“One more kiss! None of this ‘last kiss’ stuff. Even if it is a movie quote from somewhere.”

Getting to the clubhouse in record time, I leave the SUV near the front doors for easy access when I need to get the stroller.

Letting Kenzie lead the way, I walk straight into the back of her when she suddenly stops and utters, “Oh, my freakin’ God. I’m outta here.” Trying to push past me, I hold her for a moment while I try to see what’s spooked her.

Looking into the common room, I see Beer, Brag, Chaos, and Chisel. No shirts, jeans unfastened at the belt line, and their upper bodies naked and shiny with oils. Raven and Kya are both up to their elbows in oil, so I can guess who’s been oiling the brothers up. Seeing Paisley with her cameras laid out on a table and Jo telling the brothers how to stand, I realize it’s the photo shoot for her book signing.

“Kenzie, it’s okay, Beautiful. They’re doing a photo shoot for Jo’s next book signing gig. It’s not an orgy or something. They are just modeling.”

Jo looks over and waves at us. Seeing the dubious look on Kenzie’s face, she rushes over. “Are you guys okay? Jig, is this the lady we’ve all been dying to meet? Hi, I’m Jo, we’re just doing a photo shoot for my next book signing. These half-naked guys are going to be my security detail for the signing, so I’m taking advantage and getting some photographs done that can be blown up to life-size. Paisley’s doing the camera stuff and I’m being the director. Come and meet everyone. Jig… you haven’t introduced us properly.”

“Well, now you’ve stopped for breath, Jo. Kenzie, this is Jo. Jo, this is Kenzie.” With that, Jo whisks her off and starts introducing everyone else.

Watching her being whisked around the room, I have to smile. She looks totally bewildered by the whirlwind that is Jo. Kenzie will never remember all these names. Seeing she is now sitting with Raven and Kya, I head to the bar and get two bottles of water.

How on earth those two got BS and Grease to agree to letting them oil up other brothers’ naked bodies, I can only guess. They’re probably the two most jealous brothers in the MC. Looking around the room and not seeing either of them, I’m guessing they know nothing about it.

Handing a bottle of water to Kenzie, I squat beside her. She leans against me and smiles at me. “I don’t know what I was thinking as I walked in, but my initial reaction was, I’m out of here.”

“We don’t have club whores anymore. We did at one time, but they were more trouble than they were worth. A lot of us didn’t use them, either. They were nasty in the end, lazy and nasty.”

“So, did you… you know… with them?”

“No, I didn’t. If I had an itch I wanted to scratch, I went to a club or bar and picked up a nice, clean woman. That wasn’t very often either. I was more interested in finding the one than I was in having one-nighters .”

“Hmm, I’m glad to hear it. In that case, I may wear my shorts and t-shirt for you, again.”

Hearing Kya and Raven squeal and seeing them jump up, I glance over to see what had captured their attention. Standing at the door are BS and Grease, their expressions do not look happy. I guess that confirms my suspicions they certainly didn’t know what their women were up to.

Both women walk up to their men. “This comes down to one thing, and one thing only,” states Raven. Then Kya finishes the sentence, that has been so obviously rehearsed. “Do you trust us as your Ol’ Ladies or not? Be very careful about the next words that come out of your mouth.”

“Trust, yes. Do I like what you’re doing? Definitely not,” Grease says this through gritted teeth.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to like everything, just be okay with it,” Raven says.

“BS, you know I’ll make it up to you later. You just have to behave now,” Kya coos and winks at him and returns to her place at the table, Raven following behind her.

There’s that winking thing again. That is certainly doing the rounds and sticking with everyone, I think to myself.

The photo shoot only takes another thirty minutes and then everything starts to wrap up. I notice Raven and Kya have magically vanished with their men, and so have the bottles of body oil that they were using.

Kenzie is chatting with Paisley and helping her pack her photography equipment away. Listening in while I wait for the room to get cleared away, I hear them talking about kids. Mainly the twins and Summer. I can’t help but grin when I overhear Kenzie saying she’s always wanted a big family. Paisley says that she wants a daughter first. After that, she doesn’t care what she has, or even how many. Her first daughter is going to be called Harley.

Kenzie walks away carrying some of Paisley’s gear, and I start to visualize how I want to set the room up now. I’ll get the stroller in first and then I can see how much room I’ll have to play with.

Placing the covered stroller in the center of the room, I can push a few chairs to the side and I’m good to go. Calling out to Meat in the kitchen, I ask him if he will ask Mia and Axel to come to the common room. Grabbing any spare brother that appears, I ask them to go room-to-room and gather up the rest of the brothers.

Mia is so excited she can’t stand still. Axel just wraps his arms around her and she melts into them. Once it seems everyone is here, I begin a brief speech.

“Thank you all for being here. After Summer was born, Mia asked me to take on a project for her. It’s been a bit of a trial, but with the help of Star’s father’s garage as a workshop, and with Fist’s invaluable help and input, we gave it our all.” Mia glares at Meat, as she is of the understanding that he is helping, not Fist. “Mia, I know what you wanted me to do, but unfortunately I couldn’t make that work. I did come up with an alternative which I’m about to present you with. I have to say, I think Fist and I have knocked it out of the park. I hope you feel the same.”

Taking hold of the cover from the rear, I give it a firm pull and reveal the stroller. There is a stunned silence and I think to myself, ‘I’ve fucked up’.

Then all hell breaks loose and there’s cheering, clapping, and foot stomping. Oh, thank God. Mia is crying and holding on to Axel for dear life, who looks very emotional with moist eyes. Receiving some hard backslaps, I know I’m going to be bruised tomorrow.

There, in the middle of the room, is an almost exact copy of Mia’s trike. The wheels are chrome spokes and the black paint gleams. On the stroller's hood, it has the club logo embroidered in the nearest thing to shiny black cotton. The bar at the front of the stroller is now as near to a set of handlebars as was possible to make. When Summer is old enough, she’ll be able to sit up and ‘steer’. The stroller's handle that Mia holds has also been turned into handlebars, and it has a brake handle that runs to brakes on the two back wheels. There are some subtle gold leaf touches here and there to highlight the look of a trike.

“You guys have nailed it. It’s even better than mine. Mine doesn’t have gold leaf on it!”

“Erm, oh yes, it does. They are as identical as we could make them,” Fist tells Mia.

“Mine definitely does not have the gold highlights. I wish it did,” she says, wistfully.

Passing her a photo, Fist bows and says, “Your wish is my command.”

Taking the photo, she looks at it, then clasps it to her chest. More floods of tears follow, and then she hugs us both in turn. Axel shakes our hands and then announces everyone to go to the bar.

Seeing Kenzie watching me, I give her a big smile. Walking towards me, I hold my arms out, but she slides past me and heads for the stairs that lead to the bedrooms.

Thinking she’s looking for a bathroom, I follow her to show her where she can go. As I reach the upstairs corridor, I see her go into a room. Quickly following, I see her emptying clothes from drawers onto the floor.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be in here.” I watch, stunned, as she takes a pair of scissors from the dresser and starts to cut into the clothes. “No, Kenzie! What are you doing?” I try to wrestle the scissors from her, but she turns them on me.

“I’m going to teach that old witch a lesson.”

Just then, Amelia walks in, sees what’s going on, screams, and faints on the bed. Oh my God. Pushing Kenzie out the door, I scream for Stitch. He and half the club come rushing upstairs to see what’s happened. Trying to explain, as diplomatically as I can, Kenzie suddenly butts in and calls Amelia names. To my surprise, half the women side with Amelia and the others with Kenzie.

The argument soon degenerates into an all-out fight between the two groups. Feeling a solid thud on my back, I turn and see Amelia about to hit me with her cane again. “What in God’s name are you hitting me for?” I shout at her.

“She’s your bitch! You need to get her under control. I want no son of mine mixing with her kind.” Amelia points her cane at Kenzie.

“My kind? Why, you old trout! He wouldn’t want to be your son, even if it meant not being born at all.”

“STOP! The pair of you stop right now,” Jig shouts.

They both stop, give each other an evil look, and then walk away as though nothing has happened. Everyone else walks off and continues their evening drinking and laughing in the common room and around the bar.

I grab a beer, throw myself into a chair, and watch Kenzie laughing with the Ol’ Ladies. I’m wondering if the world's gone mad!