Page 17 of Between Brothers

Chapter 5

Duracell

“I think we got her,” I said dryly and glanced over to Blue. He was still staring at the two pinpricks of red that were Hayley’s departing taillights. Typical for him, he didn’t say shit; not for a long minute.

I was in a good mood and feeling generous so I waited him out. Finally, when the lights from her cage were gone and the contrails of dust from her tires were nearly settled he turned to me, his face completely neutral.

I knew the look, like he had high hopes that he was struggling with. Trying not to get ‘em up too high in case shit went sideways. Dumb fucker. It always went sideways in the end, he knew that but for now, we had her so it was cool letting his hopes raise a little.

“Did you hear me? I said, I’m pretty sure we got her, dude. So why the long fucking face? It was an awesome day. Fuckin’ enjoy it for once. That’s your problem, you – ”

“I hear you, just shut up about it!” he snapped and he turned his gaze back the way she’d gone.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re like a goddamned puppy.” He was, too, the way he was staring after her after she’d long gone. It was pathetic.

He turned back and glared at me, but I didn’t fucking care. I never did, unless it made him pissy enough to resist putting out. Although, to be honest, sometimes that was fun too.

“Come on, we gotta be up in less hours than I’d really like,” I reminded him and that spurred him back into action, at least a little bit.

We trekked over to where our bikes were parked under a tree and started them up. He stared off into space vacant while I sorted out my jacket and cut. I could say one thing for the bitch that Blue’d picked. She had good taste in whatever the fuck bitches slathered on their skin or whatever. I could smell it coming off my jacket, floral and sweet.

I was seriously looking forward to utterly destroying that pussy. It would happen, too. We’d hooked her. I knew it down to the bottom of whatever twisted excuse for a soul I owned.

I put on a set of safety glasses and buckled on my helmet. Not because I cared about wearing one, but more so we wouldn’t get our asses pulled the fuck over. I didn’t need the cops finding the firepower in the back of my waistband that my ass shouldn’t be carrying as a felon.

Jail and prison just wasn’t as much fun as it was out here, but at the same time, given the opportunity, I could raise just as much hell on the inside as out here. I gave Blue my usual signal that I was taking off. He gave me the hand signal back that he was right behind me and we switched on headlamps and carefully maneuvered over the raw, rough dirt and trampled grass of the field to the dirt and gravel track operating as the road out of here.

I couldn’t wait to hit blacktop and traction I could count on. One of the best things about riding was going fast, even if it was a time of night that the only other sons of bitches on the road were sheriffs or staties out to ruin my ride.

We hit blacktop, I made sure we were clear of any troubles and punched it, getting up to speed. Blue rode with me and I laughed as the cooler autumn evening air washed over me and set me freer than anything else I’d encountered so far, except this life in among the outlaws.

I was disappointed that the rest of these boys had pussed out so hard while Blue and I had been locked up, but I could understand it. None of ‘em were like me. It just was what it was. I hadn’t found anything better, yet… but I think Blue had just provided a decent change of pace and distraction for the time being.

We’d see if she could hold up or not. She was kind of a timid mouse of a thing. Good thing she had tits and ass for days, some long hair to yoke her with, otherwise I wouldn’t have been half as interested. Usually I wasn’t much into banging a chick more than once but Blue made my life a lot easier, caught what I missed and let me know when I was missing emotional or social cues. He apparently needed more than what I was giving him in that department, so I could put up with it… for now.

For the immediate now, we rode back to the club and our beds. I’d pretty much done all of the ‘nice’ I could manage to fake tonight, but again… he was right. I could stand to have some regular pussy around and Hayley was easier on the eyes and just about everything I liked. If I wanted to bang her more than once, I would need to do shit Blue’s way. Most of all, if I wanted to keep Blue around, I needed to do shit Blue’s way…

Decisions, decisions… I guess sometimes there were no short cuts to take, but fuck I hated doing anything the long way; but, some situations just called for it, I guess.

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