Page 15 of Toxic Biker

I nearly fan myself but refuse to let him see how his words are affecting me. Instead, my hands move to his waist. Wrapping my arms around him, I give his frame a squeeze of affection. I like having this side of him, I never saw it when I was younger. It makes me feel desired and important to him.

Leaning in until my lips graze his earlobe, I share, “I like my skirts, it’s hot.”

“I fucking love those little scraps of material, beautiful. You have some killer legs, and knowing I could slide into your wet cunt whenever I want is pretty fucking sweet…but it’s also one helluva distraction, and I need my head on dealing with all these different people.”

He cranks the motorcycle engine, the rumble quaking through the quiet compound parking and picnic area. The vibrations shake me, making my body feel like a live wire just waiting for his spark. “You know for sure who has Seth?”

He nods. “I do, and they make the worst guys in my MC look like golden boys, so let’s hope they feel like making money and a trade and not cutting our heads off. I need to make a stop down the road to check in with a few Oath Keeper buddies, too. They’ll wanna know about the cartel doing business this close to their club.”

His hand lands on my calf, working its way higher on my thigh. He runs it up and down a few times, making me crave his hands everywhere else as well. Leaning in, I press my lips to his neck. “I like when you have access to my pussy all the time. I think I’ll keep the skirts.”

His body rumbles with a growl. I can’t hear it over the bike’s engine purring, but I feel his body vibrate from it. Without another word, he gives his motorcycle some gas, and then we’re on our way. I hold on for dear life, still scared, but not as much as I was yesterday. In fact, I could possibly get used to riding on one of these, as long as he’s the one I’m holding on to.

We eventually end up stopping at another motorcycle club compound after I run into my parent’s house along the way and grab a pair of jeans to throw on. I kept the skirt for later, but the jeans really do work a lot better on the road. As I take in the new MCs place, I realize it’s pretty massive in comparison to the RBMC and I already think theirs is a decent size. I thought we were supposed to stop somewhere else before we came here, but plans must’ve changed when I was inside my parents’ house because we’re here instead.

Asher shuts his motorcycle off and as it quiets, his phone immediately begins ringing. He pulls it out of his pocket, answering without sparing the name a glance. I guess only important people call him to not have to screen the numbers. Meanwhile, I get stuck with spammers all day and have to constantly hit the block option.

“Smoke? Yeah, he’s still gone. Nothing? Fuck. Okay, thanks. Yeah, hit me up.” He hits end on his cell with a frustrated sigh. I climb off the bike as he shares, “That was my brother, Smoke. He’s from the Charleston RBMC chapter. I was hoping he’d have a number for me to help find Seth.”

“Not good news, I take it?”

He shakes his head. “No, he didn’t have the additional contacts that would help.”

“How do you know him all the way from Charleston?”

“Had a run up that way awhile back. Stayed a few nights; he’s a cool dude.” He’s distracted, digging through his saddlebag for something, then his phone goes off again with a loud beep. “Shit, I have a missed call. Must’ve went to voicemail when I was talking to Smoke,” he mutters more to himself, then calls someone else.

“Creed? Hey man, appreciate you getting back to me. No new information since we spoke last night.”

He must’ve been on the phone all night long at this rate. No wonder I don’t remember us going to bed. There’s no telling how long he actually slept, considering he was already awake when I woke up. An older guy comes outside from the club we’re visiting, staring us down, making me wish Asher would hang up the phone already.

He continues with his call, “You’ll let me know if you hear anything? They could be looking for transport for anything, but my bet is on it being with El Pecado. Bunch of rotten motherfuckers. Yeah. You know I’ll stop by if I ride through Alabama. The KOCMC won’t try to fuck me up rolling through there? Alright, I’ll let you know. Thanks, man. Later.”

He pockets his phone, releases another sigh, and I find myself mirroring his sigh. “My buddy from the Kings of Carnage MC down in Alabama. Met him up in Charleston, too. We were both at a crossroads about patching to a new club, so we had shit to talk about and became friends.”

I nod, not having a clue what any of what he just said means. I need to watch Sons of Anarchy at this rate. “You wanted to move to Alabama?” I ask instead, picking the small kernel of information I’d like to know more about.

“Nah, if we patched anywhere, it’d be here. Creed’s good people, though. I’d like to stop by their club, given the chance, to catch up with him and meet his brothers he’s mentioned.”

“Here, as in this massive club?”

He grins, nodding. “Think I ought to? Become anOath Keeper?”

“That’s what they’re called?”

The big man from before, now much closer, interrupts. “Damn straight, sugar. Although, I love me some Alabama, too. The Kings in Georgia are good people, not sure about the guys in Alabama, though.”

Asher smirks, reaching out to slap hands with the older guy. They slap hands, then end up in a sort of handshake and a back-patting thing that men do. He reminds me of a football player, and Lord knows he’s built like one. “Chaos, you already stole our bartender, you trying to take my woman now, too?”

“Your woman, huh? Good for you, Plague,” he says, then flashes his welcoming smile my way. “Ma’am, I’m Chaos. Welcome to the OKMC, where we spoil our women more than these insufferableBastards.”

I expect Asher to lose it after being so temperamental towards everyone else when they’ve been sweet to me, but he just laughs, shaking his head. “Where’s Hollywood? She been keeping you on your toes?”

“You know it, told me she’s pregnant the other night.”

“No shit?” he says as we walk towards the entrance. It doesn’t escape my notice that he walks between us, keeping the other man away from me. Chaos doesn’t frighten me, though. He has kind eyes and reminds me of a giant teddy bear. Besides, if he’s that excited to be a father, he must at least be a little bit good. “You’re not too old, Grandpa?”

“Fucker.I’m not old. It was one of the best days of my life.”

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