Dragon

I paced my trailer, thinking over today and how one's life can change in an instant and when you least expected it. When I agreed to go along to pick up Daredevil's sister, I only thought to do my brother a solid and help him not have to park in BFE, bum fuck Egypt. We knew the airport rent-a-cops wouldn't mess with us if we parked outside in the pickup zone. Was it throwing our weight around? Yeah, but we weren't the only ones to do it. If they insisted we move, we'd do it, but in the past, no one ever said a word. If they had no balls, it wasn't our fault.

She'd made fissions of something electrical go through me when we touched hands. This was after taking me by storm when I laid eyes on her in all her utter glory. I had to work hard not to drool when she walked up to us. Noting how Ashes reacted, I knew I had competition. When Cullen smiled at her, I wanted to snatch him up by the cut and pound on his ass.

As if those two weren't enough, although I was less worried about Cullen, to see Vicious react to her the same way had put me on edge. I wanted it to be only me who had a chance with her, but fate was a bitch and had to screw me over on that front. My only hope was that my two best friends would discover after a week that they were only attracted to her. Except for the thought of them thinking of her sexually, if she ended up as mine, it wasn't something I dared to contemplate.

Jesus, was this how Boomer and Torpedo had felt about us when we showed interest in Bella and Londyn? If so, I owed them several apologies and a few free punches. I hoped to God that they didn't worry about me lusting after their old ladies. I'd have to tell them it wasn't ever a thought. After the initial moment of finding them appealing, it had settled into friendship, like it was with our other brothers' old ladies. They were all alluring, but they were sisters.

I was attempting not to get my hopes up when it came to Micaela, but it was damn hard. The truth was, I wanted what almost all my brothers had and what my dad had with my mom. He'd been devastated when we lost her soon after I became a Marine. An undiagnosed aortic aneurysm took her out of the blue. One minute, she was laughing and healthy, and then the next, she was gone. She'd been the love of his life.

To this day, I had no idea if he'd ever gone out on a date with another woman since losing her. He'd never had a girlfriend. I assumed he had sex because he was still a young guy. He was only in his early sixties. Being around Trident these past few years made me understand aging didn't mean you still didn't want sex or couldn't have it.

Walking over to the photo of my parents on the wall, I got lost in remembering Mom. She'd been full of laughter, but if you pissed her off, she had no trouble letting you know. When I grew older, her dirty mouth made me chuckle. She'd been loving and the best defender. No one messed with her husband or son. What if Micaela was the same?

Just thinking her name made me smile. It was said in Spanish, making it sound like her family was saying mee-ka-EH-la. It reminded me of the days I took Spanish in high school. Her mixed heritage of Hispanic and Cajun made her into one beautiful, unforgettable woman. I anticipated getting to know her as one of the highlights of my life. I wanted to know every little thing about her.

Needing someone to talk to, and with Ashes and Vicious out of the running and my other brothers occupied with their families, I called the one other person I could always rely on. He picked up on the second ring.

"Jett, how're you doing, son?" my dad's voice greeted me, and I could picture the smile on his face.

"Hi, Dad, I'm doing good. How about you? Did I catch you at a good time? If you're busy, I can call you tomorrow." I made the offer, but it might kill me if he said to wait.

"I always have time to talk to you. Are you sure nothing is wrong? You usually call me on Sundays." There was now a hint of worry in his tone.

"Nothing is wrong per se. I just wanted to talk to you. I have a question." Now that I was speaking to him, I was floundering over how to ask him.

"Hit me with it."

"Well, you see, I…" I let my words drop off.

"Jett, you know you can ask or tell me anything. Come on, ask."

"How did you know Mom was the one for you?" I blurted out. I swear, asking him made me feel like a teenager again.

"Have you met someone you think might be?" He sounded hopeful.

"Maybe. I'm not sure yet. I only met her today, but Micaela has captured my attention unlike anyone else ever has."

"I knew your mom was the one when I felt like I'd been run over by a truck when I saw her for the first time. No other woman could get or keep my attention. She was all I thought about. I needed to know everything about her, no matter how small. She made me laugh and feel joy, then get so pissed I couldn't see straight, unlike anyone else ever had."

Checkmarks on the first and third. I hadn't been around other available women to find out the second one and hadn't had enough time to know if the fourth applied.

"Have any of those happened yet?" he asked.

"Yeah, two of the four."

"Then go for it and see how it goes."

"It's not that easy. I've gotta tread lightly."

"Why? Please tell me she's not married," he groaned.

"No, she's not married. Her brother is one of my club brothers. Daredevil. And on top of that, Ashes and Vicious are interested in her too."

"Shit," he muttered before continuing. "Nothing is simple with you, is it? I blame you for being complicated on your mom. She was never simple, either. Okay, the actual brother, has he told you to stay away from her?"

"No, but his glares and the growling he did spoke volumes."

"What about your two buddies? Did you talk to them about her?"

For the next ten minutes, I told him the whole story, from the moment I saw her until Vicious, Ashes, and I agreed to the one-week term. When I was done, he was silent, and my nervousness increased. Finally, after a minute or more of nothing, he spoke again.

"Son, you owe it to yourself to give this your all. Maybe she ends up being nothing. Maybe she ends up being your everything. What you need to do, though, is show her brother you're not playing fast and loose with her. After your week is up, if you want to continue getting to know her, talk with all three of them and lay it out. There are no shortcuts."

"You're right, Dad. I guess I needed to hear someone else say it. Thanks. Now, enough about me. Tell me, what's been happening the last few days? We've been pretty busy at the shop."

This got him talking about the plumbing jobs he'd been working on, and I shared a couple of mine. When we finished our call an hour after I rang him, I was more settled or as settled as possible at the moment. Time would tell if it lasted.

After hanging up the phone, I went to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes. I wasn't interested in going back to the clubhouse. Sure, I could talk and hang with my other brothers, but it didn't appeal to me tonight. I sure as hell wasn't interested in being in there if any women decided to stop and see if we wanted companionship for the night. It was a weekday, but they still did it occasionally.

I went to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I set it to as hot as it would go. Once the water was almost searing, I stepped under the spray. I washed and rinsed my hair first, then washed my body. When I got to my cock and balls, the feel of my hands on them made me think of Micaela. The two combined had me hard in no time. I knew the only way I was getting rid of the randy fucker was to jerk one out.

I tried to be good, I swear, but there was no way I was able to masturbate without imagining her. I felt a tad guilty but not guilty enough to stop. I tried to picture what she'd look like naked and what I'd do to her if she was in here with me. Just the thought of seeing those big breasts and that thick, juicy ass of hers naked was enough to have me groaning and shooting my load on the wall within minutes. I had to lean there and regain steadiness in my legs before I was able to finish off. Wrapping myself up in a towel after I got out, I wondered if this would be the only time tonight I'd have to resort to handling myself. I doubted it.