Jalisa Chapter 9 #2
“There was no way we’d risk it. We’ve got men stationed along the way who’re keeping an eye open for trouble. They’re mainly from our Cherokee chapter. They weren’t visible since they weren’t riding, but they’re there,” Wrath informed me.
“Why didn’t I know that?” I asked.
“I didn’t want to stress you more. If you knew I asked more men to come along, it might’ve,” he answered.
“Wrath, you have a lot to learn about my daughter. Did you tell him you’re armed to the teeth?” Dad asked.
“I thought it was a given, so I didn’t tell him,” I admitted.
This admission made several guys chuckle on both sides.
Wrath smiled. “I see that I do have more to learn. It’s been great so far, so I don’t doubt it’ll continue.
As for the way to expose her yet protect her, we have an idea.
In two weeks, there’s a classic car show in Eatonton.
They have it every year, and the Pagans sponsor a food booth.
It helps raise money for those in need of food and such.
We always go to show our support and man the booth.
People seem to love to buy when they see bikers helping to serve it.
We’ll do it there. With you providing visible protection and some of our friends providing covert protection, we can contain anything that happens.
I don’t see them making a move in the middle of the event, but on the way there or, more likely, afterward, yes. ”
He’d already explained this to me, and I was all for it. The sooner, the better in my mind.
“We’ve heard of it but never attended. We’ll be there. Give us the time, date, and location, and we’ll make it happen. How many friends do you have?” Panther asked.
Wrath smiled. “At least a hundred, but we won’t need them all.”
Scooter whistled. “Damn, you can count on that many?”
“We can. That’s six clubs plus an ex-military group that specializes in protection. Add us to it, then your club, and we have more than enough,” Wrath said confidently.
“The ones helping you tonight. Are they outside the compound? We should ask them inside,” Dad offered.
“They’re not. We have them a short distance away. They’ll come when I text them that we’re ready to leave. But thanks for thinking of them,” my man added.
“No problem. It seems we have a plan, and until then, we’ll continue to spread the word. Is there anything I’m forgetting?” Dad asked. Heads shook all over.
“Good, then it’s time to eat. The food should be here momentarily. I hope you brought your appetites. You’re about to eat the best barbeque of your lives,” Merlin, the Fiends’ treasurer, called out.
There were several shouts of agreement. Wrath told us he’d gotten a message yesterday about not eating before we came because the club planned to feed us.
I was so glad they chose barbecue. I knew where it was coming from, and it was terrific.
Finger Lickin’ BBQ might have a funny name, but it was the only place we ever ate barbecue.
Mentioning food signaled the end of the formal conversation and led to friendly chatter. I was happy to see Fiends readily talking to Pagans and vice versa. I leaned across the table toward Scooter.
“Scooter, are the ladies joining us, or is this a guys-only night?”
“They’re coming. One of the prospects was tasked with messaging them. They’re at Panther’s house. Undoubtedly, impatient to see you and talk.” He grinned, and I laughed.
The door opened as if by magic, and Tonda and Lona came in.
They were alone, so I figured Lona’s mom was watching the two sons she and Coaster had.
Tonda was Panther’s old lady. They had only one child, a son, who was in the club.
His road name was Cougar. He was four years older than I.
At the moment, all the other members were single.
I jumped up and rushed over to hug them. We were trying to talk at the same time, making us giggle. After exchanging our greetings, I took them by the hand and brought them to the table. Wrath sat there waiting and smiling.
“Wrath, honey, I’d like to introduce you to Tonda.
She’s Panther lady and Cougar’s mom. She’s my main teacher when it comes to cooking and baking.
And this is Lona. She’s Coaster’s lady. Their sons are with their grandma tonight.
Ladies, this is Wrath, president of the Oconee Pagan Souls and my old man,” I said proudly.
Wrath was on his feet. He gave them charming smiles as he took their hands and cradled them in his. “Hello, it’s wonderful to meet you both. Tonda, I have to tell you, we’ve been benefiting from your teaching. Betty and Jalisa have been feeding us so much we’ll be fat soon.”
Tonda chuckled. “You’re welcome. It’s great to meet the man who got our Jae to say yes to becoming an old lady. We wondered if it would ever happen.”
Lona murmured a reply as well. She was more reserved with strangers.
From there, I introduced the officers, followed by Rage and Betty.
After them came the regular members. When they saw Dylan, they squealed and mobbed him.
They had missed him. He was pink in the face at their response, but pleased.
We were settling when the door opened again, and Joaquin and Dell, the other prospects, came in.
They were loaded with bags. Abel and Dylan hurried over to help them unload their arms. I had no clue how they had gotten so many on them, let alone carried them.
It was a ton of food. The aroma hit my nose, and my mouth watered.
Both Pagans and Fiends groaned and remarked on how good it smelled. Betty, Tonda, Lona, and I went to help speed up laying out everything. As the food and plates, napkins, and utensils were arranged, Fiends kept hyping how delicious it was.
We had the guys form lines on each side of the long tables that the prospects put together.
It would make serving go faster. I stepped back, but I should’ve known Wrath wouldn’t allow it.
He hooked my arm and pulled me to him. He handed me a plate, a napkin, and utensils before he got his.
I saw Tonda and Panther exchange pleased glances.
The Fiend president, and Coaster had their women with them, and so did Rage.
Plates were piled with food. Even after all the years of being around bikers, the amount of food they could pack away shocked me. I had to smack Wrath’s hand to stop him from putting more on mine. We all dispersed to find seats once our plates were full.
“Dig in. Don’t let it get cold, although it’s still great then,” I informed those around me.
It was as wonderful as I remembered. There was no shortage of compliments or moans. I didn’t know if it was true of all men, but it was for bikers. Food was the way to their souls.
About half an hour later, everyone was finished and sitting back to let it digest. We were all talking and having a good time. Thinking of the time made me groan.
“What’s wrong?” Wrath asked.
“We’ll have to come back again to stop at my house to get my things. I should’ve thought about it. By the time we get done here, it’ll be too late. Besides, we all rode. I can’t take much back anyway. It’s fine. I have enough to last.”
“If there are certain things you want, we can still stop. Between all our saddlebags, we can carry a good amount,” he offered.
I leaned over, kissed him, and then let go. “Thank you, but I’ll live. We should hopefully be free of Killer and his crew in a few weeks. We’ll get them after that.”
“If you change your mind, let me know,” Wrath offered.
Time flew by. Eventually, I was able to get up and move.
I ended up with the other three women at a table talking.
A loud pool game was happening between Stitch and Forge from the Pagans and Hawkeye and Shotgun from the Fiends.
I thought it was funny and wondered if it was a coincidence or intentional that Hawkeye and Stitch were club medics playing against each other. I mentioned it to the women.
We debated it, then decided to see who won and to ask them. They moved on to ask me about Wrath.
“Honey, you got yourself a sexy beast. Wrath is delicious. I can see he gets his sexy looks from his daddy. No offense, Betty,” Tonda said.
“No offense taken. He does get it from his dad,” Betty said, smiling.
“We almost died when we found out a Pagan claimed you, and it was none other than the president. I always said you’d make a wonderful old lady.
And being an officer’s wife, let alone the top one’s woman, you were born for it.
I won’t lie. I always secretly wished you would end up with Cougar,” Tonda added.
“Tonda! I love Cougar, but only as a brother. It was never happening. I see the guys in this club as brothers and uncles. As for Wrath, yes, I’m very fortunate, but I still haven’t absorbed it.
As for being perfect as the head old lady, I hope I can do it well.
I don’t want to let Wrath down or embarrass him.
You and Betty, along with Lona, will have to guide me.
Expect calls.” They waved away my remark.
“You’ll do great without us. You’re a natural leader. Now, tell us, what’s he like in bed?” Lona asked.
“Oh, yeah, tell us. I bet he’s an animal,” Tonda added.
My face warmed. Should I tell them I didn’t know or pretend to be private? In the past, I’d been open with both of them. Why change now? I knew Betty wouldn’t say anything. Glancing around to be sure none of the men were close enough to hear us, I lowered my voice.
“You can’t say a word to anyone, not even your men. I don’t want them saying anything.”
“I swear,” Lona said.
“Scout’s honor,” Tonda said, holding up her fingers.
“My lips are sealed,” Betty finished.
“He kisses like a dream. That’s enough to make me overheat. But I don’t know what he’s like beyond that. Wrath insisted we take time to get to know each other. He’s afraid to rush me. But I can tell you, I’m done waiting.”
Their astonishment morphed into pleasure.
“That is beyond sweet of him. Most men wouldn’t offer that. If you’re ready, then you need to seduce him. Make him crazy for you,” Betty said.
“It is sweet. Does he know?” Tonda asked.
I knew what she meant. I shook my head. I didn’t know how to bring it up. It wasn’t a casual conversation topic.
“You need to tell him. For your sake and his,” Lona insisted.
“Tell him what?” Betty asked.
Again, I made sure no one was close before I answered. “I know I don’t act like it, but I’m not exactly experienced in sex like people think.”
“Okay, well, lovers can vary greatly, and if he’s anything like his dad, he’ll rock your world. How many lovers have you had, if you don’t mind me asking?” Betty asked.
“None,” I confessed.
Betty’s mouth dropped open, her eyes rounded, and then she whispered, “Oh shit.”
“That’s why I said she needs to tell him. For her first time, she doesn’t want him going at her like gangbusters. She needs tenderness until that pesky hymen is gone, and then he can get wild,” Lona stated.
“Just tell him and ensure he gets you super excited so you’re very wet before he sticks it in. Have you seen it?” Tonda asked.
“Tonda! Stop it,” I told her.
“Well, I was hoping you knew how big it is. Maybe add lube if it’s big,” she calmly said.
“It most likely is,” Betty murmured.
“Oh, so he inherited more than his looks from his daddy,” Tonda teased.
“Probably,” Betty said without embarrassment.
“If the lump in his pants is an indication, he’s not small. But I could live not knowing Rage has a big one,” I hissed at Betty.
She giggled. “And he’s an animal in bed.”
I groaned. This got them off on telling stories of their worst and best sexual experiences. I tried to block them out, but they were too interesting not to listen to. All three swore their best was with their old men. By the end, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever look at Rage, Panther, or Coaster again.
We were so into our conversations and games that we overlooked the time.
That oversight was rectified when the door opened, and a dozen women paraded in.
I knew several by sight. The Fiends had club bunnies and hangers from town.
By their looks, they’d been told another club was here.
They had predatory gleams in their eyes as they slunk in.
Now, I wasn’t one to automatically hate the bunnies.
They served a purpose, and if they were into it of their own free will, then more power to them.
Men shouldn’t have all the fun. Where I got pissed was when they tried to trap a guy, became possessive, or worse, tried to get with a claimed one.
If a guy said he wasn’t interested in more than sex, leave it.
And don’t rub all over him if he is with someone else.
I’d been known to put women, bunnies or not, in their place. I’d done so in ways that the club bunnies here now knew how to act. But they wouldn’t know to stay away from Wrath since I didn’t have a property cut on like Betty.
“You’d better get over there and make your claim. They’ll zero in on him first,” Tonda warned. The three of them were rising to rejoin their men, I assumed. I stood.
I was moving fast, but they were faster.
I was beaten to Wrath by one of the bunnies.
She had been a bunny for a handful of years.
She was a year older than I. She was called Pebbles.
As you might expect, she wore her red hair on top of her head like the cartoon character.
And to play it up, she would wear a leopard print of some kind every time she came to the compound.
It could be her top, dress, bottoms, or whatever. They were in an assortment of colors.
She plopped her ass on the table next to him and smiled at him. He was seated, talking to Cougar. I saw Cougar’s mouth opening to tell her to back off, but he wasn’t fast enough. He saw me coming and snapped it shut. His mouth twitched.
Her tits were almost falling out of her top, and then she leaned over. I saw down her top and swore nipples were showing. Her skirt was more of a bandage than a skirt. The usual hooker heels completed her look, in addition to her hair and a ton of self-tanner and makeup.
“Hello, hot stuff. It looks like you could use some company. I’m Pebbles. Let me show you how I can rock your world,” she said huskily.
“No, thank you,” he said. Before he could say more, she jumped in to add to her offer.
“Oh, don’t say no. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Ask Cougar.” She winked at him.
I could’ve let her go on, but I wanted her away from my man. Time to scare the fuck out of a bunny. It had been a while since I’d done it. I was looking forward to it.