Page 26 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER FOURTEEN – BLAINE
Blaine walked into the clubhouse and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Skinny and Freddie were flaked out on the couch in the main room sharing a joint. Blaine flopped into the old threadbare Lazyboy. He cranked the handle, reclining his big body back and his legs out in one smooth motion. “Got that down to science,” Freddie noted.
Blaine nodded and smiled. He had spent plenty of time in that old chair. Even though his morning had turned to shit, the kiss with Olivia sure had felt good. There was something about the way she played, something so refreshing about her sweet unassuming presence.
“You’re smiling like the Cheshire cat,” Skinny said, coughing through his exhalation. “You get laid this morning?”
“Something like that,” Blaine said.
“Lizzie finally wore you down, did she?” Skinny laughed.
“Nah man. I’m not touching that whore.” Blaine took a big swig of his beer.
“That’s what Freddie said. Right before she sucked his cock in the can of the Tip Top last week.” Skinny guffawed, in the way only a fat man can, and reached out to punch Freddie in the arm.
“Fuck you,” Freddie said jokingly, easing back into the couch as if remembering the lurid bathroom moment. “If sucking dick was an Olympic event, man, that girl would have a mantle full of medals.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Skinny said.
All three of them looked at each other then broke out into laughter. Freddie was one of the newer full-patch members of the club. He was young, like Blaine, and hungry for the club’s approval. He passed the joint to Blaine, who took a toke and then leaned across to pass the rest to Skinny.
“That’s Steve’s weed, ain’t it?” Blaine asked as he relaxed into the chair.
Skinny nodded and flicked the end of the joint out the open window. There was a warm breeze flowing through the room and it fluttered the battered orange curtains. The room was dark and hazy and felt like home for Blaine.
“Zeb here?” Blaine asked.
Freddie pointed to the office door. “He’s in there with Chrissy and Cindy. I would wait until the door’s open unless you want to interrupt Zebby’s three-banger.”
“I’ll wait,” Blaine said.
The three guys sat in silence, the kind of silence that men who enjoy weed and beer and not talking enjoy. Freddie fired up another joint. They heard some crashing sounds from the office and some very loud moans, followed by some sharp spanking sounds.
Blaine looked at Freddie and motioned for him to turn up the music. Freddie jumped up and ran over to the stereo. “What do you want to hear, Blaine?”
“Anything but that,” – Blaine said motioning to the office door.
Freddie saluted and cranked some Foo Fighters.
“Not exactly morning music, Fred – but it’ll do,” Blaine said, smiling. He had to figure out how to make things right with Steve. He also wanted to figure out how to see Olivia again. There was something about that girl that made his cock stiff. Just that little kiss had brought him to half mast. If Steve hadn’t interrupted them, who knows what would’ve happened. Actually, for the first time in his life, Blaine knew that he wouldn’t have tried to push anything. He wouldn’t have even grabbed her tits. He wanted to learn more about her before he did that.
