Page 29 of Freak
There’s a deer family munching the last of my
zinnias this morning—daddy, mamma, and two babies,
their spots just about gone. I’m sitting on the porch
with my coffee, watching them. So lovely and sweet.
I’ll be down to town by noon. Any special requests?
They’d been a couple for about a month, and every morning since he’d convinced her to text, she’d parked a little message for him to find when he woke. It was like getting a hug and a kiss to start each day off right.
He was looking forward to the time he might get a real hug and kiss to start his days, but they were moving slowly. So far, being a couple looked a lot like being friends, with the addition of some flirting and physical affection when they were together, and these little messages each morning and in the evenings before she went to bed.
She popped up before dawn every day, but Mel gathered close every second of sleep he could get, so his alarm went off a couple hours later. A perk of being lead electrician at a construction company was that he no longer had to be at a job site at the crack of what-the-fuck.
In fact, there weren’t any jobs this week—they’d finished the main build of the new shopping center. Only finish work and setup was left on that job, and the new tenants would manage a lot of that themselves over the remaining weeks before the Christmas-season grand opening. As it was the end of October in Missouri and too late to start anything significant, SBC was more or less closed for the season, a little earlier than usual this year.
Like most of his brothers, Mel was delighted with the extra time off. Money had been coming in at a steady clip for years and this shopping center was a particularly juicy payday, so an extra month off was no financial hardship. He’d lately had a thought he might want to take an honest-to-God vacation. Someplace like Mexico. Cabo or Acapulco, maybe. Would Abigail like something like that?
He'd love to see her on a warm beach, her blue eyes sparkling with ocean light, and a flashy pink flower in her gorgeous hair.
His cock sat straight up, wide awake, and he rolled to his back and rearranged his pillows to rest against them. His libido was a raging bull lately. He’d always been a sexual guy, but he hadn’t been chronically horny like this since high school.
He also hadn’t gone a full month without sex since high school. He was ready, willing, and able to give Abigail every minute of patience she needed, but he’d be lying if he tried to pretend his brain wasn’t entirely dominated, awake or sleeping, by thoughts and images and dreams of finally getting his woman nekkid.
His woman. What a wild notion.
Grinning, he sent back a reply:
Good morning, beautiful.
Just peeled my lids up. Sounds like
a pretty day. Not as pretty as you.
All I need today is you—but if you
want to bring something sweet just
for me, I wouldn’t say no.
Though SBC work was slowing to a stop, he’d let his alarm wake him as usual all week because the Harvest Festival was coming up on the weekend, and this year they were doing the ‘First-Ever Full-Club Rally’ the same weekend.
Badger kept calling it the ‘First-Ever Full-Club Rally,’ like it was the official title, and Mel kept hearing it with scare quotes and sarcastic capitals because, first, it actuallywasn’tthe first time all three charters of the Horde had gotten together, and, second, it wasn’t a fucking rally.
To the first point, in addition to several multi-club fun runs, charity runs, rallies, and conventions, they’d all met up three times at Sturgis, and they’d met up in Tulsa for the Brazen Bulls’ fiftieth anniversary.
The Horde hadn’t done a party for their own fiftieth because that milestone had come around at a bad time. Isaac and Len had been inside, and the club and the town were still in recovery mode after the horror of the Santaveria years.
Maybe they’d do a ‘Diamond Anniversary’ thing for the seventy-fifth. Probably the women were already planning something.
This weekend wasn’t the first time all three charters had partied together, and, to the second point, it wasn’t a rally. Biker rallies had events. Biker events. This weekend was the Harvest Festival, and the only thing the Horde was adding to that was drunkenness.
Actually, no. The drunkenness was already included.
It was just a party, with more guests than usual.
It was true that this was the first time the Horde charters andonlythe Horde charters were getting together. But, again, selecting this particular weekend to do it made it about the Harvest Festival. The Missouri Horde was still running its booth, working security, doing all the usual shit.
