Page 8 of Not Even A Mouse
What I need
Myron, one week later
Standing just outside theback doorof the Rebel Wayfarers Fort Wayne clubhouse, Myron surveyed the clumps of people standing here and there. Whenever there was a mixed-club party, there was always a certain amount of tension. Inviting others into the RWMC house, even friendly groups like this club from Florida,Myronand the otherofficers were on guard for any missteps.
Not that he expected anything to go sideways. No, he was so confident it would be without incident, he was even counting down until he could reasonably leave. The Jailbreakers MC had proven themselves over the past months, eagerly meeting any Rebel demands, and more than once coming back with greater than expected results. Sparks, their president, hadworked to ingratiate himself with Mason in a way which cemented the relations between the clubs. This party was supposed to be the celebration of Sparks and Mason coming to an agreement, and the result of that pact meant every Jailbreakers member present sported a shiny new support patch for the RWMC.
Myron bent over and fished in an open cooler, coming up with a dripping bottle. He grinned,remembering the look on Sparks’ face as the Rebel prospects lugged in the beer this afternoon. If there were any inklings of trouble, the Rebels would have been only serving kegs or cans, and Sparks had known it. The expression on his face said he’d very much appreciated the implicit vote of confidence.Sometimes it’s the little things. Myron sighed as he twisted the cap off, tossing it into anearby box of trash.Pretty full, he thought and tipped his head to catch the eye of a prospect. Wordlessly, he pointed and got a chin lift in response.
“Brother,” he heard, that single word all the warning he got before a hand clapped on his shoulder, gripped hard and shoved him to the side before rocking him back. Twisting around, he ducked out from under the clasp and shook his head, lookingup at Gunny. “We gotta get you a gal, Myron. Get Slate’s GeeMa lookin’ at the church socials again. Some of those e-mails were a fuckin’ riot.”
Jesus, not this again. He didn’t let his dismay show, just kept a smile steady on his face as he demurred, the twin tactics of distraction and deflection second nature. “Yeah, a riot. Gunny…brother, I do all right. In fact, I feel the need to head backto Chicago soon.” The implicationwas he hada special piece of ass there, and when Gunny’s face lit with a grin, even though it had been his intent, he nearly groaned in response.
“Myron,youdog. Why didn’t you say so?” Gunny looked around, seeming to search for something and then Myron’s blood ran cold when he heard him say, “Bones, your brother-in-law’s got him a piece oftail,and you didn’tsay anything?”
Bones was involved with Myron’s sister, Ester, a relationship that was as complicated as the day was long. He was based in Chicago along withMyron,and hadn’t been expected to attend this party. Myron turned and saw Bones sauntering their direction, gaze on a never-ending loop around the yard, always on guard for trouble.
“Myron. It is good to see you again. My Ester misses herRonnie.” Bones flashed a smile, teeth bright against his mix of dusky skin and tattoos. “When will you return to our Chicago?”
“I’ll head back after the weekend.” He stretched and took a final drink from the beer, tossing it to the now-emptied box. “Wanted to make sure the Jailbreakers party happened like Mason wanted.”
“And it did. Well done.” Bones sketched a teasing bow. “I will be goingback tonight. My Ester still has nerves when I am too long gone. Anyone I should speak to on your behalf when I return?”
Not in Chicago. Mouth clamped tight as he shook his head, Myron was filled with terror at the idea of Bones speaking to the one person who had so effortlessly occupied his mind the past few weeks.
No, he wouldn’t be asking any of his brothers to carry messages to this particularcrush anytime soon.I’ll deliver my own, thank you very much.
Memories drew a picture in his mind of button-down shirt tucked into too-tight jeans, guyliner making already startling eyes breathtaking, and sparkling earrings adorning skin that begged for teeth marks.I want to see him. A smile that went on for days, with a plump bottom lip that could bow into the sweetest arc.I want to touchhim.
Myron widened his stance, making a little more room for his thickening cock.I could be at the bar in fifteen minutes. With a single text, he knew Andy would be waiting for him in the backroom of the bar.Can I do this?Myron glanced around the party again and lifted his chin. “I got somewhere to be.” He deliberately phrased it that way, knowing they’d take that as a sidelong mention ofclub business.Camouflage. “See you back in Chicago.” His muscles jumped with nervous tension, because Bones could just as easily offer to come with, and given his position in the club, Myron wouldn’t be able to turn him down. He relaxed when the men offered only a warrior’s shake, fists pounding against his back in goodbye.They trust me. This wasn’t a betrayal of that trust; it was just himtaking what he needed.
