9. 9
Cowboy stowed the extra helmet, got on his bike, and went back to the clubhouse, ignoring the snug fit of his jeans. Fuck that woman was hot. He wished he could have stayed, but she was an angel. Not the kind of woman who slept around like he had for the last ten plus years. She needed wooing. And damned if he didn’t want to be the one to give it to her.
In the parking lot, he sat on the bike for a minute, trying to force his body to behave. He thought about something else, anything else but Ava. The club, the difficulties he’d had with it in the last six months. The trouble Rooster and Jonesy had been causing over the last couple months.
Unlike Tank, they hadn’t had records and had gotten out on bail while they waited for their trials to begin for the abduction and assault on a man who’d come to town trying to figure out who was harassing his club.
All that had gone down months ago, and Tank, who had been the Kings of Destruction president at the time, had been using the club for his personal business without the knowledge or consent of the rest of the club. That alone had gotten him stripped of his patch when he’d been caught and arrested for the crime, along with the flunkies who had been in on it and known what he was doing, Rooster and Jonesy.
Tank was still in jail. His previous prison time, and the ties he’d made there that facilitated this criminal activity had ensured the judge denied bail. He was the least of the Kings problems, unless he was still pulling strings. Cowboy wouldn’t put that past him. But how could he prove it? As far as he had been able to figure out, he couldn’t.
He realized he was still sitting on his bike, stepped off and went inside. There he found Deacon, his best friend, and the man he’d tapped as VP when he had become president.
“Where you been?” Deke asked as Cowboy pulled out a chair at his brother’s table and sat.
“Out.”
Deke lifted a single brow at him, then turned and waved at the prospect behind the bar, motioning for him to bring them a round, then turned his attention back to Cowboy. “Out, huh? This have anything to do with that hot piece of ass you had your eye on the other night?”
Fury rose in Cowboy, but he did his best to tamp it down. Deke was only using the same terms Cowboy had used himself for years. He had no way of knowing that Ava was different and to jump to her defense would tip his friend off that something was different.
Cowboy wasn’t quite ready to do that. Not yet. After Ava decided if she wanted to see him again. If she was willing to go for a rough biker rather than her usual strait-laced man of God type. Cowboy shook his head at the way his thoughts had turned.
“You have a one-track mind, you know that?” Cowboy said. “Any new trouble?”
Deke shook his head. “They’ve been quiet. Almost too quiet. I feel like they’re getting ready to pull something and I just don’t know what.”
“Me either. Have the rest of the brothers keep an eye out for them. Don’t go hunting them down, but keep your eyes peeled. They’ll turn up again. Especially since they blame us.” Cowboy shook his head and wished things could have been different.
If Tank had come to the club with what he’d wanted to do. If the other men hadn’t gone along, even though they knew it was without the club’s permission. If, if, if. There were a million of them. Hell, if Tank had brought the job to the club, they probably would have approved it. It was that he involved the club in criminal acts without their permission. You don’t do things like that, not to your brothers. At least not more than once.
Stripping them of their patches had been the right move, Cowboy had no doubt. He just wished he wasn’t the one who had to deal with the fall out. While the vote to strip them hadn’t been unanimous, it had been overwhelmingly in favor and most of the few who’d voted against it had remained. They didn’t seem unhappy in the club, just not thrilled that the members they were closest to were no longer here.
“What are you doing tonight?” Cowboy turned his attention to Deke.
“Not much. Sitting here watching the comings and goings. Listening to what’s being said.” Deke tipped up his bottle and took a long pull then set it back down on the table. “Just trying to stay on top of what’s going on with the brothers. The last thing we need is a mutiny – after last winter; that might be the death of the Kings.
“We need something to build us up. Both as a brotherhood and as a family. Where’s Miles?” Cowboy looked around until he spotted the man he was looking for. “MILES!”
When the other man looked his way, Cowboy waved him over. When the other man reached them, Cowboy kicked a chair out from the table.
“Have a seat. We need to talk.”
Miles looked from Cowboy to Deacon and back again for a moment then pulled out the chair and sat.
“What can I do for you?”
“I need you to do some planning for me. We need events,” Cowboy said.
“You can enlist help if you need it. We have several things we want done over the next few months,” Deke said.
“I want at least two rides and one family event,” Cowboy glanced at Deke.
“Per month,” Deke put in. “Every month until at least October. Between now and then we’ll decide what we want over the winter.”
“There can be more, but that’s the minimum. I want one family event a month in town. There can be additional, either here or family runs. The two minimum runs are to be brothers only, but again, there can be more. Questions?” Cowboy turned to Miles.
“Do we have a mileage minimum for any of the runs? Destinations? What is the point, other than to ride?”
“Not sure on milage yet, let’s start with no minimum. But we’ll look at getting a milage goal set up soon. We can also do some destination runs. That would be fun for the family events too. And the point is brotherhood. We have relationships to rebuild, and this is how we do it.”
“All right. I can do this. How soon do you want the first event?”
“Soon. Next week if you can pull it off. You can start with a brothers only run to give yourself time to plan something bigger.”
Miles nodded slowly, as if he was already deep in thought.
“Holidays make obvious times for local family events. Memorial Day is only a couple of weeks away. I’d better get started on that too.” He blinked and gave his head a shake then turned back to Cowboy. “You said I could enlist help. Any limits on that?”
Cowboy shook his head. “If they’re not busy with other club business, you’re welcome to them.”
“Good. I’m going to need a lot of it over the next couple weeks. A run for next weekend, and a BBQ for the one after that.” He started to stand then sat back down and looked at Cowboy. “Was that all?”
“Do you want more?”
“Not really but I was making sure I wasn’t leaving before you were done.”
“That’s all, for now.”
Miles gave him a curt nod, then stood and hurried off to get started on all the details, Cowboy was sure.
“Making the event’s monthly was a good call. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“That’s part of being president. You also might start thinking about those winter events. Rides will be dangerous, but we can do other things. I think that’s part of where Tank screwed up, aside from the obvious, of course.”
Cowboy fell silent for a few minutes as he considered different options. He needed to get details from Miles about this weekend, then have a meeting with all the brothers to explain what he was doing and how it would benefit the Kings. And he needed to make time to see Ava again. If she was up for it.
He tipped back his bottle and drained it.
“I’m calling it a night. You know how to reach me.” He left the bottle on the table next to Deke. The prospect would clean it up later and went to the door. He wanted to sleep in his own bed tonight.
At home in his apartment, Cowboy turned on the TV, took off his boots and sat back in the recliner. He stared at the screen while flipping through channels until he got bored with not being able to find anything to catch his interest and went to bed. He was asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.
When he woke, he lay in bed and stretched before getting up and shuffling into the bathroom for a hot shower. As was his habit, he stepped into the tub, then turned on the water, letting that first blast of cold water hit him in the face. He’d found that first few seconds of cold water did more to wake him than a whole pot of coffee. Not that he passed on the coffee, it just wasn’t what woke him in the morning.
When the water warmed, Cowboy turned so it sprayed down his neck and back. The strong spray and the heat of the water beat the stiffness from his muscles left by several hours of laying stationary. While he let the water do its magic, he let his mind drift back to Ava.
He couldn’t help but wonder if it was her habit to shower in the mornings before work? One thought led to another and before he knew what he what he was doing, Cowboy was picturing her naked and wet in the shower. It didn’t take much imagination for him to picture her there in his shower with him.
He shouldn’t be doing this, he knew, but what would it harm? He took a palm full of soap and lathered up. He let the water beat down on his back, closed his eyes and pictured Ava there in the shower with him.
How she would blush, he had no doubt. But she was up for just about anything and he was sure she’d be game to shower, and more, with him, if he asked her. He pictured her pretty blush, the way it would cover her entire body. He imagined the pretty pink covering her tits. Tits he was sure would fill his palm and more. He ran his lathered hand down his belly and lower, cupping his balls for a moment as he imagined his hand was Ava’s. The delicate fingers running over his skin, cupping his balls, and sliding up the length of his rod.
Cowboy let his hand follow the path he imagined hers would take, then her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine the sweet pressure of her tongue running along his length as he wrapped his own hand around is cock, and slide it along the length to the tip, then back down to the base.
He groaned as he repeated the motion, losing himself in the sensations that paired with the images in his head, sent fire racing along his spine. It didn’t take long until a curse ripped itself from his lips as he exploded all over his hand and the shower wall.
With a sigh, he cleaned himself up, finished his shower and dressed for the day.