Page 15 of Diesel

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve been married five times. Never see any of them. Far as I know, I have eight kids and never see them either.”

“Why not?” Pressing too much again.

Watcher chuckled. “Seriously? I’m a fucking biker.” He showed his arms. “Full of ink. I have a warrant on my ass from Canada and broke as shit. You think they want anything to do with me? Shit just happens, you know. I can’t change what I fucked up.”

He was becoming a well of information. Another beer, and he’d name every woman he ever fucked.

“No local woman taken your interest?”

“There’s been a few.”

“What happened?”

“Same shit, different day. They can’t handle me or the lifestyle I live.”

Interesting. “You mean the biker lifestyle. I thought that’s what women wanted.”

“They do,” he said and finished his beer. “I’m talking about another lifestyle.”

There we go. Keep talking, big boy. I moved around the counter and took his hand. “I’m getting sleepy. Why don’t we talk more in your room.”

I led Watcher down the hall, him stumbling, me barely able to keep him upright. I opened the door, happy not to find Wendy waiting. However, the next time she decided to take a swing, I’d make sure she missed and got a bloody nose of her own—no more surprises.

I sat Watcher on the bed and removed his boots. He had no problem removing his pants. I lifted his shirt over his head, and he flopped back on the pillow. I was losing him to sleep.

“Tell me about some of these local women. Who is my competition?” It sounded like a cheap bar pickup line, but whatever works. I undressed and crawled beside him, resting my chin on his chest. He reached around and laid his hand on my bare ass.

“There was Diana,” he said. “Biggest girl I ever fucked. But that big pussy was delicious. Damn, she rode me hard.”

I didn’t want to hear any more about Diana. “Anyone else?”

“Yeah. There was this one girl. Name was Kristen.” His eyes closed, and I tapped him on the chin.

“What about her, Watcher? Stay with me.”

“Slash and I were hanging out at a bar in Little Rock when this nice piece walks in. She was fucking gorgeous. Blonde, blue eyes, a rocking body.”

“She have a tattoo?” I asked, making a stupid mistake.

Watcher opened his eyes wide and pressed his chin to his chest, staring. For a moment, I thought I was fucked. “Doesn’t every fucking woman have a tat?”

I nodded. “What did you do with her? Did you bring her back here to the club?”

“We did, but not before having a little fun.” He laughed a drunkard’s laugh. “I gotta go take a piss.” I moved back and watched him walk to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he left the door open. When he returned, he stood next to the bed. “Why’re you so interested in who I’ve been with?”

“Because I wanna know what you like and what you don’t like,“ I lied. “So, you and Slash both did her.”

“We weren’t going to at first. Slash wasn’t into shit like that. He said I could have her, and he’d take her another day. But she wasn’t having it. She said she wanted us both. Said she’d done two guys before. Said it was a fetish or some shit. So, we obliged.”

I didn’t want to hear about Kristen’s fetishes, but I knew I had to stomach the story to get the needed information.

“Where’d you do it at?”

Watcher lay back on the bed with a smile. “We started out in the bathroom, but the place was too damned small. We were far from home and hadn’t planned to stay the night. She took us back to her apartment. Watcher’s smile grew wider. “Bitch had chains, whips, and some other shit we’d never seen before.”

I was getting more information about Kristen than I knew myself. “So you had fun at her apartment?”

“For hours, we did. Every time Slash and I got ready to leave, the woman came up with something new. Brought out a new toy or device or came up with some scenario she wanted to play out. Being held captive was her favorite.”

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