CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

-:- JIG -:-

It’s Tuesday already, and I don’t know where the days are disappearing to at the moment. Grease got annoyed when I asked for Thursday off work yesterday. Well, he can suck my dick because I’m not going to be turning up to work. We’re supposed to get four weeks paid vacation a year, yet none of us take it, and I threw that on the table straight away, so what if I’ve had some time off lately? It’s not as though I’ve left them in any deep shit, I guess I’ll be back to all the dirty jobs for a while.

I have to get the wedding rings organized for the wedding day, and I desperately need to get Kenzie an engagement ring. How do I get her ring size though? She doesn’t wear rings generally, so I can’t use one she has now. I don’t have any rings that I can get her to try on, but I need to find a way, now how am I going to do that?

Slapping the fender of the truck I’m working on loudly in frustration, makes Cora jump and give out a little squeak.

“Dammit, Jig, I nearly peed my pants. What’s the problem?”

“How do I get Kenzie’s ring size for an engagement ring?” I walk over to her and tip my head on one side.

“If I were in your position, I think I’d probably just ask.” Cora looks at me with her ice-blue eyes as though she’s explaining something to a child.

“I want it to be a surprise, I can’t just blurt out, hey Beautiful. What size ring are you? That won’t work for me.”

“You’ve already popped the question, she’s accepted. It’s a bit late now to be sneaky with the ring size, don’t you think?”

“You’re not being much help, Cora, I have to say. I thought all women wanted men to surprise them. Even women mechanics must have a romantic bone in them somewhere.” Feeling hot breath on my neck, I turn slightly.

“What’s this about women mechanics? I hope you’re not being disrespectful after we had your back over doing the dirty jobs?” Raven steps forward beside Cora.

Explaining the problem to Raven, she gives me the same answer as Cora. Just ask.

“I am not just asking, that’s all there is to it. I want to surprise her.”

“The alternative would be to buy her the ring, present her with it, then get it resized after. That’s what most guys would do. She’d be more than happy with that,” Raven states.

“You don’t get it, do you? I want to get her the ring, put it on her finger and it stays there forever. Never coming off, permanently in place for the rest of our lives.”

Cora shakes her head. “You’re making this way more difficult than it has to be, Jig, you know that, don’t you?” Going back to their jobs they leave me to puzzle it out for myself.

The truck I’m working on looks like it’s been off-roading or on a farm. There is mud and dirt everywhere, it’s all over the engine, on the underside of the hood, the fenders are caked in it. There’s no wonder it isn’t running right.

Taking it to the cleaning area I spend an hour with the power washer and clean every piece of dirt I can see from the front of the truck. The engine, engine bay, fenders and everything in between are now clean, but soaking wet. Leaving it to dry for a while, I decide to have my lunch break early. Having the breakroom to myself, I worry over my problem like a dog with a bone. In a lightbulb moment I have the answer. Winter…

Taking my phone from the table, where I’d put it rather than sit on it, as I’d had it in my ass pocket of my coveralls, I drop her a quick text asking if she’s busy. When my phone beeps almost immediately I see she’s replied, no .

Ringing her, she picks up right away.

“Hi Winter. Got a problem and you could be my solution.”

“I’m good Jig, thanks for asking.” Winter has a way of putting you in your place quickly.

“Sorry Winter. That was a bit out of line.”

“No worries. Now, what am I the solution to?”

“I need to know Kenzie’s ring size so I can get her an engagement ring. I want it to be a surprise, but I don’t have a way to get her ring size.”

“Is that it? That’s your problem? I’ll get it as soon as I can and let you know. How desperate are you?”

“Life and death desperate. It’s eating away at me that I proposed without a ring and she isn’t wearing something to say she’s taken.”

“Okay, leave it with me. I’m seeing her soon for another shooting session. You know she’s a natural at shooting and gun handling? We’ve nicknamed her Belle Starr, just amongst ourselves at the range. She impressed the hell out of Target when she stripped and rebuilt that revolver with a blindfold on.”

“She impresses me on a daily basis. She cares about everyone and everything around her. We were talking the other night, and she was trying to figure out a way to have all the club kids involved in the wedding ceremony.”

“She’s just walked in the door. Gotta go, speak later,” Winter hangs up and I sit with a shit-eating grin on my face now that’s taken care of.

Time now to get back to that truck, I give the engine a quick look over before I close the hood. The fresh breeze looks like it has done its job as everywhere looks dry. Hopping into the driver's seat, I turn the key and she starts first time. Listening to the engine tick over, she sounds sweet, giving her a little gas she gives a cough, but soon clears her throat.

Shutting the door, I decide to take her out on the road and give her a run. She speeds up like you’d expect from an older model truck and the misfire she had is gone. Now that was what you call an easy fix. Parking her in a numbered spot out back of the bays, I log the job with Maggie and take the next one. As I’m walking through to my bay, my phone beeps with a message from Winter with Kenzie’s ring size, already. I’m intrigued as to how she got that so fast.

The afternoon passes quickly and nearing time to leave for the day, I get a message from Web asking me to call at Hot Hogs and see Fist before they close. I get cleaned up and after a quick change, I head out on my hog. This has to be about the trike, so I’m hoping there’s not a problem with it.

Arriving at Hot Hogs, I look around for Fist. It doesn’t take any searching, as he’s in the first bay by the office, and so is Kenzie’s trike. This is the first time I’ve seen it so don’t have anything to compare it with, but sitting there in matching paint to the Jeep, it looks stunning.

“Hey Jig, what do you think? Isn’t she a beauty?” Fist looks pleased with her and I can’t blame him.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Fist. That is one fantastic paint job. Web was right about the color, matching it to the Jeep was a stroke of genius. I don’t think Kenzie will have any issue riding that beast.”

“I rode this thing over here. She purrs like a kitten until you give her some gas, and then those exhaust stacks roar like a tiger. She’ll cruise all day on a highway and when you need to eat some miles, she’ll do that too. I don’t think I’d ever give up my bike, but I could certainly live with that in my garage next to it.” That’s high praise coming from a bona fide biker, I think to myself.

“What did you want to see me about? I don’t see anything out of place on her.”

“I was thinking how good it would look with her name on the leather seat and an air brushed copy of the club patch saying, Property of Kenzie , somewhere on her. Maybe on the rear box so anyone behind can see the club logo? I thought of the fenders over the rear wheels, but you’d need one each side, and no one would see them unless it was parked.”

Web and Fist embody what club life is all about. They’ve gone above and beyond for me with this trike. The thought and care that has gone into it is staggering.

“Fist, I like your thinking and you can place it where you think best, or even do all three. I have another thought, too.” Telling him my idea, he grins and then laughs.

“No problem, Jig. It will be ready by tomorrow night.”

“Excellent. I’m planning on the big reveal Thursday morning at the clubhouse. Could you get it over there and hidden for me?”

“Sure thing. I’d love to ride her again.” Fist grins again, then slaps me on the back as if all his birthdays have come at once.

Rubbing my hands together, I walk back to my hog and head home. Flynn and his family are arriving in the early hours of Wednesday, and they’ve got a rental, so I don’t have to worry about sneaking out of the cabin to fetch them. He thinks they’ll be at the cabin between six and seven am.

Arriving home, I see Kenzie has just beaten me to it. She’s just getting BigDog out of the Jeep as I roll in.

As I walk to the cabin, BigDog wanders over and says hello, in his casual way. Kenzie gives me a much better welcome when she throws her arms around me and kisses me hard.

Letting me up for air, I can see excitement in her eyes. “You’ve got to come inside and see what I’ve got in my pants.” Taking my hand, she pulls me through the front door, slamming it shut behind us.

Standing in front of me, she pulls her top up slowly, revealing her naked stomach. I’m so busy watching for her tits to pop out that I don’t notice she’s stopped and is staring at me.

“Well, what do you think?” Realizing I’m missing something important here, I look down and see a holster on her hip, which isn’t empty.

“Wow, that’s a nice-looking piece you have there, Beautiful. I take it you got your license today?” I have to smile at her excitement, it’s so contagious.

“I sure did, and this is my first weapon. It’s a Glock. I hit the center of every target they put up today, except the furthest away at seventy-five yards. Even Winter struggled with that one, but she hit it each time, no bullseyes though. She mentioned they have a shooting range at the clubhouse. Can we go over there sometime so I can show off to you?”

When she pulls her top down, I get my focus back. “Of course we can, how about Thursday morning? I’ll speak to Pres and get permission to use it. Then you can show off all you want.”

“It’s a date,” she says excitedly. “Now how about you get over here and get this top off all the way? I see your appreciation is getting the better of your zipper.”

We spend an enjoyable hour making love before we settle down to have supper. I hadn’t noticed when we got home but there is a delicious smell in the house of something cooking.

“Smell that? That is my very first meatloaf. The first of many I hope. You sit down and I’ll serve it up, it’s been in the warmed oven for quite a while.” Going to the fridge, she takes out a couple of bottles of beer, watching her as she pops the tops off on the corner of the table, I grin at her.

“You never cease to surprise me; I wouldn’t take you for the kind of girl that would do that.”

“I think I can surprise you in more ways than that, Handsome,” she says as she gives me an outrageously exaggerated wink.

Laughing at the look on my face, she tells me, “There’s more where that came from. Star and Meat were at the range today, that’s why I was so late getting home. Star was telling me about her antics when she was chasing Meat, all the costumes and popping up where he least expected her. When she licked his face to claim him, that had me laughing so hard I snorted like a pig. Don’t be surprised if I call you an arsehole one day.”

“Well, if you’re going to be mixing with that pair, I won’t be surprised at anything you do or say. They are a good couple but definitely certifiable lunatics. Wait ‘til they show you round that log house of theirs, it’s too big to be a log cabin. Apart from being totally show house quality, they have an armory in there, they have two other gun rooms too. If anyone was ever dumb enough to break into their home, they’d be coming out in a body bag. Oh, and wait ‘til you have to join in on the Sunday when all the girl gang do cleaver throwing. I think you’ll fit right in there.”

“Cleaver throwing? I’ve heard of axe throwing, but not cleavers. As in meat cleavers you mean? Did I hear you right?” Kenzie looks like she wants to storm over there now and demand to have a go.

“Yep, meat cleavers. Never mind that, where’s this meatloaf you’re so excited about.”

Taking her phone from the table, she checks it and places it out of the way on the countertop. Putting the meatloaf from the oven onto a countertop, she cuts slices off it. Taking two plates, she puts creamed potato from a pan on the stove on them and then takes the meatloaf slices and puts them next to it. Taking another pan from the stove, she pours onion gravy that smells so good it makes my stomach rumble loudly, over the meatloaf. The remaining slices she pops into BigDog’s food bowl to cool.

Sliding the plate in front of me, she smiles and goes to sit down. Before her ass hits the chair the back door flies open. BigDog jumps to attention from the corner where he was lying, but seeing it’s Amelia, he sits down next to Kenzie.

“Don’t eat it! Don’t eat that slop. The crazy bitch is trying to poison you, son!” Reaching the table, she grabs both plates and dumps them in the trashcan. Snatching the remainder of the meatloaf, she throws that in the trash too. “You’ll thank me for this one day, son. You mark my words.” Dashing back out the door and disappearing, I look astonished at Kenzie, as I’m in total shock. What the hell just happened?

“Well, I guess we’re having takeout, you want Chinese? I love Chinese.” Picking up her phone, she rings the takeaway and places an order for delivery. I just sit there at the table not knowing what to think or do.

“How can you be so calm with what just happened? Your first meatloaf is in the trashcan. I was going to enjoy that with that yummy smelling gravy and the creamed potatoes.”

“Hell, it’s only a meatloaf. Amelia is going cuckoo in her old age. Why would I poison the best thing that’s ever happened to me?”

Looking from the trashcan to BigDog’s bowl, I can only hope she means me.