Chapter Seven

Minus

I HUNG UP with Cricket just as Clutch entered the shop . Perfect timing. The last thing I needed was for him to hear me talking to her. I hated that Clutch was right, but he was. I was far from over Cricket Wallace.

“Interrupting anything important?” Clutch asked as he approached.

“No, just checkin’ on some things back in Savannah,” I lied. “I came back here for a little peace and quiet.”

“Don’t blame you. The clean-up crew sounds more like a demolition crew in there,” he said motioning to the main building.

“I can’t believe it!” Grover shouted. “I finally fuckin’ found Waldo. ”

He bounded into the shop, followed closely by Ropes and Sweet Pea.

“Jesus, man. Where the fuck you been?” Grover asked. “We barely laid eyes on you last night.”

“Oh, I saw him,” Ropes said. “He was on the dance floor with two hotties. I’ll tell you what, our boy has picked up some serious moves out there in Savannah.”

“No wonder you disappeared. You were buried under a pile of titties all night,” Grover said.

“He crashed at my place last night. And from the looks of this place, it was a good thing we left early,” Clutch said.

“Good ol’ Minus. Always the responsible one,” Ropes said.

“ Responsible ? What the hell are you smokin’?” I asked.

“What’s not to understand? You’ve always been a Boy Scout.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” I asked, stunned by Ropes’s characterization of me. However, I could tell by their expressions, that the others agreed with him. “You’re all out of your minds. How do you figure I’m a Boy Scout?”

“Are you serious?” Clutch asked. “Back in the day, you toed the line tighter than anyone.”

“Cutter ran me out on a fucking rail,” I protested.

“Yeah, but before that you were the golden boy of our crew,” Clutch said.

“Y’all’s memory is a tad bit different from mine.”

“Okay, cowboy. How ’bout you tell us a campfire story,” Clutch said in a mock southern drawl. “A tale from the old days. Back when the outlaw Minus the Kid would ride into town and raise hell.”

“I have just as much blood on my hands as you do,” I said coolly.

Sweet Pea, a man of few words, finally spoke, “But way more shit on your boots.”

It felt good busting balls with my crew again, and to hear their laughter. Of course, we all kept up via text and the occasional email, but that’s no substitute for hanging out face to face. Plus, bikers aren’t widely known as the best pen pals.

“Seriously, though. How do you knuckleheads figure I was anywhere close to a straight arrow?” I continued my protest. “I was constantly on the club’s shit list. Remember when I put that fuckin’ dent in the rear fender of Elwood’s bike? I had to do the repairs myself, plus work off the cost.”

The four stooges looked at each other before breaking into a howling fit of laughter.

“What the fuck is so funny?” I demanded. “Elwood was mad as hell at me.”

“Minus,” Clutch said, catching his breath. “Do you really not remember?”

“Remember what?” I asked.

“Man, Grover dented Elwood’s bike and you took the rap for it.”

“The hell I did,” I shot back. “I remember how it happened. The five of us were fuckin’ off, right here in the shop. Elwood’s Indian was up on the lift and we were tossing a wrench back and forth between us.”

“Wrench Ball,” Sweet Pea said, reminding me of the idiotic game we’d invented to pass time back in the day. As younger members, we were always assigned to the Sanctuary’s grunt work. Including shit jobs like cleaning the shop at two o’ clock in the morning. One of these late nights, after many beers and sleep deprivation, the idea of chucking a twelve-inch adjustable wrench at high speeds at one another sounded like the perfect cure for boredom. Thus, the invention of Wrench Ball and the cause of the dent in question.

“Right, we were playing Wrench Ball,” I continued. “I threw the wrench and it hit Elwood’s bike. He found out and I got busted. End of story.”

“Story, my ass. That’s a fuckin’ fairy tale my friend,” Clutch said. The others stood smiling. “Grover threw the wrench and you ducked. The wrench hit Elwood’s bike and you took the blame because Grover was already rocking two strikes. If he fucked up again, he’d have been demoted back to prospect.”

“Then kicked out if I screwed up again,” Grover said .

“Holy shit,” I said, stunned that I’d forgotten all about that.

“You saved my ass, Minus,” Grover said.

“Forget it, man. Obviously, I did,” I said with a chuckle.

“That’s because you bleed Boy Scout khaki,” Clutch said.

“I’m gonna make you bleed, motherfucker. Where’s that wrench?” I asked, looking around.

“So, what’s the deal? You planning on sticking around town for a while?” Ropes asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine. I’m not even sure what time zone I’m in right now,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t press any further. These guys were still my crew and I didn’t want to lie to them. On the other hand, I truly had no idea what was going to shake out through all this and saw no reason to report on an incomplete story. I closed the topic with, “I guess we’ll all have to wait and see what the Prez wants.”

“Well, it’s nice to have you back, brother,” Ropes said.

“It’s great to see you and Pea. You, too, Grover,” I said.

“Hey.” Clutch slugged my arm. “What about me?”

“I don’t need a place to stay tonight, so I can tell you to go fuck yourself.”

“You must be working on earning your dickhead badge,” he replied.

“Would that make him a Chub Scout?” Sweet Pea asked to laughter all around.

* * *

Cricket

I walked into my home office and powered up my laptop. I had no idea what I was getting myself into with Minus and I was freaked.

And, admittedly, a little turned on.

Sighing, I faced the window and watched the boats on the Willamette. My condo was close to my office, but I loved that I had two different views of the river every day. It was cold, but the water was still, so a few brave boaters had ventured out. I kind of wished I was out there with them. Or with Jase.

“You ready?” Jase asked, picking me up from Fred Meyer. I’d been working at the supermarket since I was sixteen, and the money was helping to put me through school. I was twenty-one and ready to take on the world.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, gripping his jacket. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”

“It’s gonna involve you naked and me licking every inch of your body.”

I shivered, biting my lip. “How exactly is that going to happen?”

“Come on. I’ll show you.”

He kissed me gently, then led me to his bike, handing me a helmet and a leather jacket. I climbed on and wrapped my arms around him, tight, wanting to stay like this forever.

Pulling up to a hotel overlooking the Columbia River, we removed our helmets and Jase took my hand, leading me inside. We didn’t speak to anyone, we just made our way to the elevators and rode up to the eighth floor.

“You rented a hotel room?”

“Nothin’ gets by you, baby,” he retorted.

I rolled my eyes. “Why did you rent a hotel room, Jase?”

He unlocked the door and pushed me gently inside. “Because I’m gonna fuck you ’til you scream where no one will bother us.”

I dropped my helmet and made a run at him so hard, he almost fell over. He didn’t because he was four times my size, but he laughed as he carried me to the bed and dropped me gently on it. “Where do you want me to start?”

“Where do you think, big man?” I sassed.

He grinned, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down my legs, panties and all, and burying his face between my legs.

I let out a quiet mew as I wove my fingers into his hair. “Jase,” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby. ”

“I want to suck you off.”

“I’m not done.”

I tugged on his hair. “I don’t care. I need it.”

He raised his head. “Need it?”

I nodded. “Need it,” I pressed.

He pushed to his feet and settled his fists on his hips. “Have at it, baby. But I want you naked when you do it.”

I scrambled off the bed, tearing at the rest of my clothes, then kneeling before him. He’d undressed as well, standing before me in all his naked glory.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get sick of staring at your dick, Jase,” I admitted, running my tongue along the bottom, then drawing the tip into my mouth.

“Don’t think I’m gonna get sick of you blowin’ me, Cricket.”

I smiled, hard to do when you had a giant dick in your mouth, then I took him deeper, cupping his balls with one hand while I worked his cock with my other. I licked the precum from the tip, then slid him all the way to the back of my throat, moaning as he grew harder. God, I loved every delicious inch of him.

“That’s good, baby,” he rasped, stroking my cheek.

“I’m not—”

“Gonna fuck you hard now,” he said, sliding his hands under my arms and pulling me gently to my feet. “You’re not gonna give me any fuckin’ grief about it, either.” Turning me to face the bed, he smacked my ass. “On your knees.”

I felt my pussy flood as I positioned myself on all-fours, and then he was sliding into me and I lost all ability to think. He slammed into me—

My phone pealed in the silence and I jumped slightly as I was pulled out of my erotic daydream.

“This is Cricket.”

“Miss Wallace, you have a delivery. Would you like Trevor to bring it up?”

“Oh, Frank, yes, that would be great. Thank you.”

“Very good. ”

Our security guard delivered my package and I couldn’t stop a groan when the newest version of a popular vibrator sat in the box. Well, this was my life, and at least my night wouldn’t be a total loss.