The sounds of rumbling motorbikes filled the air, and the room changed; excitement and trepidation had us rushing out the door to await their arrival. Sticks holds back, waiting for the Prez, who I could hear his heavy footsteps, stomping out his door. Cricket was the first out the door, pushing others out of the way to get out. I chuckled at the sight. Getting out first wouldn’t make them arrive any faster.
I leaned against the wall and watched as the lights of the bikes came into view, the rumble of the engines as they got closer, made my chest vibrate. I recognized each bike as it arrived, having worked on nearly all of them over the years as an apprentice. Finally, near the rear of the pack, Tank came into view. I took a deep breath. An excitement I hadn’t anticipated ran through me, like a shiver from head to toe. My man was home and safe.
He parked his bike, and I glanced over and noticed how Cricket launched herself at Bruiser.
I was not so sure about that style of greeting; if they had a long ride, they could be tired and achy. I didn’t want to cause him discomfort. So I walked towards him. He threw his leg over his bike and half sat on the seat. Removed his lid and placed it on the handlebars, leaned down to remove his key, all the while watching me closely as I approached; his eyes looked longingly at me. As I got closer, he stretched his long legs out, and I walked between them. He reached for me and pulled me closer, almost crushing me, as his lips smashed into mine, a bruising kiss.
I was being devoured, in a way that took my breath away, my core throbbing, and an unexpected need, and if I were like Jenny, I would be trying to grind against him to get relief. Lucky he was holding on to me, one hand around my waist, the other on the back of my head, holding me in place, and not aware where my thoughts had headed.
Tank pulled back and rested his head in my neck, taking deep breaths, before pulling further back to look at me. As he did that, his stomach made a rather loud rumble.
“We have food in the warmer. Come, let’s fill that belly, before it starts to eat you from the inside out,” I whispered, chuckled, pulling away from him, and grabbed a hand as he started to let go of me, his hands sliding down my arms as I moved away. He didn’t resist as I dragged him away from his bike and into the clubhouse.
Giggles and laughter filled the clubhouse as we walked through. Tank moved forward to place his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him, as we navigated our way towards the kitchen. The noise of others, happy their man was home, echoed through the clubhouse’s main room.
“How about you take a seat at the table, in there, and I will bring out some food for you. Coffee or booze?” I asked, he nodded, and paused for a moment.
“Coffee, might be having a meet’n soon, best I have a clear head.” I left him to take a seat and entered the kitchen. Cricket was making a plate for her man and nodded when I went to do the same, even Sticks, because Prez never left his office till the bikes returned and refused to allow anyone in.
Giggling, Cricket, and I leave the kitchen, both holding a plate of food and drinks for our men. I was getting closer to Cricket; she was near my age, and we seemed to understand each other.
Placing the plate in front of Tank and his coffee.
“Thanks.” He said, he turned slightly, and pulled me onto his lap before he started to devour the food with one hand. I had to cut his meat a couple of times because it was too large, but he wouldn’t let me leave his lap, so I did it. Leaving me no choice but to do the cutting, and he did the eating.
“Finish up, Meeting,” Prez shouted into the room.
Groans from those still eating, and murmurs for five more minutes, but no one defied the Prez. They all got up and shuffled to the meeting room. I gained a quick peck on the lips before he left to go to the meeting, taking his half-finished coffee with him.
Tank POV
Having Maxine waiting for me as I pulled up was a good feeling inside, and kissing her senseless was my reward. Yeah, that was good too, but now I am walking with a hardness that can’t be hidden, and I noticed many saw it, but Maxine didn’t, or acted like she didn’t.
“Hey, Tank, you look like you are going to explode. Best keep it protected.” One of the guys laughed at me. I gave him a look that would cut deep, and that made them laugh more. Max was looking at me, confused, and I wasn’t about to enlighten her on the fact that they were talking about my very obvious bulge in my jeans. As I said before, I am not exactly small in that area; it looks large even before it gets hard, and I can’t hide it. I even tried loose jeans, but that didn’t work, so I went back to what was comfortable, regardless of being on show.
“Tank, need a hand with that?’ another joked.
“It looks more like a two-hand job to me,” Another added, and so it went on, all the way to the dining room. I would do the same to them if it were the other way around, so I didn’t take offense. It is not the first time I have been called out for the bulge in my pants.
In the dining room, Max more or less pushed me to a chair and insisted on serving me. This was different. Even when the girls were hovering around trying to gain our attention, they wanted to be served, which was why so many don’t make it to the cut, they expect more than they give, as if getting in your pants entitled them to something more, or that’s what it looks like to me, as I have never really gone down that track, but that didn’t stop women from trying.
The temptation was too great, and Max squealed softly in surprise when I pulled her to my knee and had her help me with my meal. Best meal yet. She soon got the idea of cutting my food into bite-sized pieces, while I shoveled the food in as fast as I could.
I am not sure who groaned the loudest, Max or me, when time was called. My meal was almost done, and my stomach was no longer grumbling, so it was best not to complain. The Prez could have called the meeting before we ate.
A quick kiss, and it was off, hoping we would get dessert later. I mean food, not Max, but it was starting to sound better each time, if I could work myself up enough to try, and if she was willing, so far she hadn’t pushed for more than cuddles and kisses.
The guys were grumbling about something as we entered the meeting room.
“Order!” Bruiser called out, and I wondered if I should have been the one to call them to order, being VP. The look and nod from Bruiser appeared to indicate he agreed with me, but I had been too slow to enter, having delayed leaving the table, having downed a bit more food, and gaining a kiss.
“Tank.” I hadn’t taken a seat yet and was headed to my old seat before Bruiser stood at the end of the table near the Prez and the empty chair that was mine. This was the first meeting called since I became VP that all the club members needed to be present for. I nodded to him and continued forward, making it look like I was on the way to the empty seat.
The meeting was about what happened at the warehouse and the ramifications of calling in the police. Those guys deserved to be found before they rotted. They were too far gone on drugs and booze to know what they were doing, but they didn’t deserve the ending they got. We were all in agreement that the Jones boys had just declared war. Killing on our turf was not acceptable; if they had come to us, informed us of their problem, and the need to be on our turf, things may have gone down differently.
Now the news will spread, and those who are not affiliated with us in some form will point the finger, and we will be labeled the killers, even though we had nothing to do with it. As my Gramps always said, we are guilty by association.
We made plans to visit them, but we have not yet. We needed to have our weekend with our ladies, some fun time that had been planned for a while, and then find out from the cousin what the cops had done-no need to go out and cause trouble if they had done it for us. We have to stay on the right side of the law in our town and the other towns. Who cares?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.