CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
-:- CORK -:-
All the way back to the clubhouse, Dallas and I are like a couple of school kids.
We can’t stop chattering, smiling and generally being hyperactive.
It’s like a sugar rush, being tipsy and overstimulated all at once.
I nearly ran into the back of both Axel and Mia at a stoplight, and that acted like a bucket of cold water, I can tell you.
Back at the clubhouse, TwoCents and PT disappear to their respective offices, while Pres grabs a drink at the bar. I’m surprised until he turns around with a bottle of water in his hand.
Just getting seated with Dallas, Mia reappears out of nowhere and demands I help her with the twins.
Dallas offers to help, but Mia is quick to say that it needs to be a man, and I’ve done it before.
Now I know this is bullshit because I’ve never helped with the twins, Summer or anyone else’s kids from the club.
Dragged behind Mia to the nursery, I can’t help but notice it’s empty of children of any age, size or gender.
“We’re holding tomorrow’s bike show at the ranch instead of here, and on Sunday we’ll have a lasso day there, too.
You go tell Meat that he’ll need to get everything food-wise over there first thing, and I’ll organize the vehicles to turn up in a procession all together.
” She says all this in a conspiratorial whisper as though the walls have ears.
“I see I get the dangerous job. He isn’t going to be happy working in a dirty kitchen and worse, one that he’s never even seen as yet,” I whisper back like a fool.
“You asked me to organize the vehicles turning up, that was all. I’ve gone above and beyond so you can sort out Meat and the catering. You’d better light a fire under his ass too, because you know he’ll want that chow house cleaned spotless before he puts a slice of bread in there.”
Finding Meat in the kitchen, I try to explain to him that the venue for the bike show has changed, but it doesn’t help that I can’t say too much about the ranch.
In the end, I threw Mia under the bus and told him she had found a venue that she wanted to use instead.
The mere mention that it was all for Mia and his mood changes to one of ‘can’t do enough’.
Now I have to either think of an excuse to dump Dallas at the apartment, or a reason to get her back to the ranch without it seeming suspicious. Meat, however, is way ahead of me. He gives a loud grunt, and Star appears from the common room.
“Hey, Baby. What’s wrong? What do you need?” How she got that from a grunt I will never know.
He says a dozen or so words that I don’t hear, and she grins at me. “Oh, so easy peasy, boys. Really?” Turning back to the common room, she yells, “Dallas, honey. Get your ass in here. Star has a surprise!”
Seconds later Dallas rushes into the room like a Malinois in heat. “Gimme, gimme, gimme!” She fires the words out like a machine gun.
“Not that sort of surprise, hon. We’re all going on a little field trip.”
In the few moments that it takes to get Dallas on board, Meat has a box full of cleaning equipment, and we march out to their cabin.
Placing the box in the trunk of Star’s Charger, Meat takes the front passenger seat, while Star gets Dallas in the rear.
Grabbing me and taking me away from the car, she asks exactly where we’re going and what is there.
Thinking on my feet, I tell her to get Dallas to show her the apartment in the barn. Now, I haven’t seen it yet, but Dallas filled me in while we were on the drive back earlier.
Once we’re all securely belted in the Charger, Star takes off like her ass is on fire.
I’m far from squeamish when it comes to speed, but I’m not used to it as a passenger in the rear.
Judging by the way Dallas grips my hand in a death grip, neither is she.
Remembering vague conversations about Star’s past, I recall a mention of her doing stunt work.
Holy hell. This will be the last time I travel anywhere with her driving.
Arriving at the ranch, not a little shaken, Star and Dallas head off to look at the apartment, and Meat and I descend on the chow house to clean. When we get there, I see Colt on his hands and knees near a couple of holes in the ground.
“What are you doing, Colt?” I ask, without even introducing Meat.
“I had a thought after you’d all gone. These two fire pits haven’t been used in a long time, but we used to have some damn fine spit roasts back in the day.
I still have all the gear, so I called my neighbor, and he’s sending his cook over.
We’re gonna have a steer and a hog roasting for the weekend.
Who’s this big fella?” Colt looks Meat up and down.
Meat must look enormous from where Colt is kneeling.
“This is Meat. He’s our club cook. We came over to get the chow house kitchen cleaned up so he could use it. He is a master at all things food, Colt. We can’t have a shindig of any kind without his food being involved.” I’m not sure if Meat swells up with my compliment, but he does give a grunt.
“Hell, don’t waste time cleaning that place out. He can use the kitchen at the ranch house. It’s perfectly clean and big enough for whatever Sasquatch here wants to cook.”
Ouch. Thinking that Meat won’t like to be called that I glance over at him.
Huh! A twitch at the corner of his mouth tells me he didn’t mind one bit.
Getting up from his knees, Colt leads us back to the house.
Once inside, he shows Meat the kitchen and gets a grunt of approval.
Colt gives a big smile and punches Meat on the shoulder.
What do you know? Colt understands grunt!
With that sorted, I leave the two new buddies to themselves and go to have a look at this apartment.
****
Making sure that Dallas stays in bed this morning, to give everyone time to get their vehicles to the ranch and set up, was a genuine pleasure, I have to say.
I can’t see that ever getting boring. I’ve promised to take her out for breakfast once we’re showered and dressed.
Dallas was up for round two in the shower, but I had to decline or we’d never get to the ranch.
That had her suspicions aroused. I’ve never turned down making love.
We’re taking my hog today, so it will be the first time she’s been on it.
She told me I wasn’t allowed in the bedroom while she got dressed, so that has my suspicions aroused now.
It’s a damn shame her cut hasn’t arrived yet.
I asked for it at the last church meeting, and PT had said he was already on it.
They don’t usually take this long to arrive, and it’s pissing me off that she won’t have it for her first ride.
I know it’s a woman’s prerogative to run late, but she’s abusing the privilege now. Checking my watch, I had wanted to leave fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes? It feels like an hour. I’m just about to go knock on the damn bedroom door when she walks out, and what an entrance.
Her boots have heels, buckles, are calf-length and sexy as hell.
She has black leather pants on with lacing up the sides.
She’s wearing a cowboy shirt tied at the waist over a white t-shirt.
On her head, she’s wearing a black skullcap.
She has a leather jacket thrown over her shoulder.
She looks the epitome of a fantasy biker babe.
Walking towards me, one foot in front of the other, model fashion, she looks too hot to touch.
“You look stunningly beautiful, Dallas.”
“You need to help me get my coat on,” she says and slips the jacket off her shoulder.
Reaching out for it, I realize it isn’t a jacket but a vest. Only when I hold it out for her to slip her arms in, do I fully understand what it is I’m holding.
“How did you get your cut? I’ve been waiting for this to arrive.” I can’t believe she’s managed to get her hands on it without it going through me.
“I worked my feminine magic on PT and Axel. They weren’t going for it at first, but I brought them around.” She turns and looks at me with big round eyes. “Do I meet with your approval?”
With a guttural growl, I scoop her up and kiss the hell out of her luscious lips. “You sure do. Let’s go show you off to the rest of the world.”
Feeling Dallas against my back on the ride to the ranch, I have never been so horny on my hog. It’s all I can do not to turn around and take her to bed.
Arriving at the ranch, I don’t know how they’ve managed it, but the access road is clear. When we reach the edge of the trees, that’s when we see all the vehicles parked. I feel Dallas slapping my back in excitement as she wonders what’s going on.
Stepping off the bike, I welcome her to the Raging Barons first ever motor show.
As we look around, I notice all the women are in biker babe mode.
I’ve never seen them all, if any, in all the regalia that they are displaying today.
They had to have planned this. There's no way it's a coincidence that they all wore leather gear today, along with their cuts.