Abraham
Ididn’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow things went from Polly asking Mac if he needed help at dinner, to her sweetly commandeering the whole kitchen, and then she was running out the back door to grab some wild herbs and then suddenly there was a potato salad, where Mac usually mashed up the potatoes into a dense gluey potato paste.
What was this woman up to?
Mac, Fizz, Uncle, and Vladdy all said gruff thanks, but I was too suspicious.
No one had said anything about cooking, and now suddenly the kitchen smelled like herbs and there was a bouquet of wildflowers in one of my best beer steins.
Usually after dinner we drank beer and smoked, worked on our bikes, discussed any club business, or watched a boxing match, but they were too busy praising Polly for her meatloaf and potato salad.
Before I had time to bemoan the loss of our male-only space, Polly discreetly excused herself, and wandered out into the yard to pick more of the wild herbs and use an old rusty trowel to dig around in the dirt.
What the hell was this woman doing now?
She wasn’t even in the room but she was still distracting me.
“I like her,” Mac pointed out.
I only grunted.
“She’ll be good for you. You were practically growing barnacles,” Fizz added. “We need new blood around here.”
“No new members,” I grunted.
“Might be good as some of us are getting on in years,” Vladdy put in. “Have someone to do the grunt work.”
“I can still manage this club as easily as I could when I was 20. The answer is still no.”
Uncle and Vladdy looked at each other, but said nothing.
Why would I want new members? It would be one thing if we had constant border skirmishes, but Legends MC did not. After plenty of fighting years in my first decade as Prez, now things were calm. Peaceful.
At least until Polly came.
I found I was getting impatient for bedtime, and I forced myself to stay in my chair, but now Polly was stretching up on her toes to reach a leaf, her ass wiggling.
Goddamn, was there no end to how infuriating this woman was?
I got up and followed her outside.
“Woman, what are you doing?”
“Just trying to figure out what kind of tree this is. I like to appreciate the tree that’s giving us shade. And maybe I could use the bark for tea. Or like a salve for injuries after one of your MC rumbles.”
“Christ, you’ve been watching too many TV shows. None of the MCs in neighboring territories like to piss me off anymore.”
“Oh, ok.”
She bent over and I noticed her T-shirt was full of different herbs, the fabric of her skirt sliding up to show off her tanned thighs. I thought I could see the tiniest bit of the round curve of her ass.
Fucking hell. I wasn’t going to get dick-whipped by this woman, because really I couldn’t be too blinded by those plump lips.
Polly was babbling about plans she had for cooking and gardening, and maybe I was getting weak as hell in my old age, because I didn’t send her away, just stood outside smoking while her chirps washed over me.
This was why I didn’t like women. Too much damn work, but Polly didn’t seem to require a response, so I let her talk.
The rest of the members eventually wandered out too, and we stood around smoking until it was late.
While Polly was showering, I dragged out a single bed, placed it at the very opposite end of my room, and put clean bedding on it.
There. That would do until I got the club bunny rooms ready again. Not too close. A good distance away. I didn’t want her too close, thinking she could get anything more.
Polly snuggled cheerfully into that narrow single mattress with a little sigh of pleasure.
“These are very nice sheets. Old-fashioned, but they smell like wood fire. Reminds me of my grandparents’ house.”
I swore I could smell her shampoo and the soap she used from all the way across the room. She looked so squeaky clean, pushing her glasses up her nose and pulling the sheets up to her chin as she opened her phone.
“Now, remember,” the new club bunny said cheerfully. “I’m available for your freeuse at any time in the morning. Just wake me up and spread me. I promise I’ll go back to sleep again, you don’t have to worry about waking me up.”
“All right,” I said, irritated to feel my dick twitch at the vision of Polly reaching behind herself to spread her cheeks for me.
She popped in her Airbuds and began to watch a show, covering her snorts in the blankets.
I tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t. Now why exactly was there a woman in my damn room?
Was I going senile? I had never done this even when I was a horny 22-year-old MC Prez and had my pick every night of the dozens of club hoes available to me.
And now here I was lying here with a boner while a 42-year-old mother kicked her feet up across the room.
“Get over here,” I barked, loud enough for her to hear me over her show.
“What?”
“I don’t need you over there giggling and chortling all night. It’s time for bed, you need a good night’s sleep.”
“But—"
“Now get over here.”
There was a beat of silence, then a rustle of pajamas, and Polly was climbing into bed beside me, warm and soft and nice big ass, and this was a very bad idea, but her thighs were already splitting wide, and it was too much of a temptation not to bury myself in that wet and dripping pussy. . .