Chapter 3
Axle
“Get the fuck out of here,” Maverick orders, smacking the pipe taken from the first pump jack to the plough disc hanging next to him.
Church hadn’t been about anything in particular; we’d gone over what the businesses were bringing in, and if there were any problems that he needed to know about. I was happy to leave and sidled up to the bar with Roman by my side.
“Hey,” Jen, one of the nicer club whores slipped between us. “Haven’t seen you guys all day.”
Roman slips an arm around her waist, tugging her into his side and pressing a kiss to her pink hair.
“Did you miss us, darlin’?” Roman smiles at her.
She grins back at him, “A little.” Like I said, she’s a favourite of the brothers. She never causes any issues and is respectful to the few ‘Ol Ladies we have. “Do you want some company tonight?”
She knows better than to ask me. Keeping company with the whores was never my thing, and it’s even less now that I’m older.
They’re so bloody young. They are kept more than busy by the other brothers.
“Sure,” Roman tells her, taking the keys to his room from his pocket and handing them to her. “Go wait for me, I’ll be up soon.”
“Kay,” she chirps, standing on tiptoes. She kisses his cheek and takes off for the rooms, hips swinging, her ass cheeks showing from under the tiny cut-off shorts she’s wearing. I shake my head and look at my friend.
“What?” he holds his hands out.
“Nothing,” I respond, finishing my beer. I put the bottle on the bar, slapping his shoulder, “I’ll leave you to Jen.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he smirks at me.
“Too young for me, brother,” I tell him. “I prefer my women older than thirty. Twenty-eight is too young for me.”
He shrugs. “Your loss, old man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tipping my chin, I turn and walk out of the clubhouse, greeting brothers on the way out. The music is turned up, and the smell of weed permeates the air. It’s party time, but I’m not feeling it. Ever since the diner, I’ve been restless.
I get stopped on my way to my bike by Mamba and Stout, wanting to shoot the shit and discuss a part for Mamba’s bike that was due to arrive tomorrow.
“I’ll see you tomorrow brother, stop by about three and I’ll replace it.”
“Thanks, Axle,” Mamba says, taking a toke. “Beard and I are planning on a ride out for a couple of days, spend some time on the road.”
“Job?” I query, surprised Maverick hadn’t mentioned anything in church.
“Nah, just a ride. Going to go and check on his ma over in Grand Forks, she’s not too good and his sister is blowing up his phone.”
Nodding, I reply, “Gotcha, have him bring his bike by and I’ll check it over.”
“Thanks brother,” he claps me on my shoulder. “I’ll let him know. You off home?”
“Yeah, I got a full load tomorrow.” I say, turning to walk away as Rusty, our chaplain, and Maverick walk towards us. My ears prick up when Rusty says, “The old Mason place has been bought.”
“Yeah?” Maverick raises his brows. “Who bought that old wreck?”
Rusty shrugs, “Dave said it’s a bunch of women. Two sisters and their girls. Says they’re a little out there. Hippiefied.”
I raise my eyebrows when Maverick chuckles, “What the fuck is hippiefied?”
“Fucked if I know,” Rusty chuckles. “If they can get the place running, it’ll be good for the town.”
They stop when they get to us. Maverick turns to Mamba, who is our secretary and our IT specialist. “Can you check on them? Get their details from Dave. Make sure there’ll be no issues. Their property borders ours, and I don’t want to have any surprises.”
“Sure thing, Pres,” Mamba nods. “I’ll go do that now. Axle, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Giving him a chin lift, I bid my brothers goodnight and walk to my bike.
Before long, I’m riding down the road that takes me behind the clubhouse to the houses hidden by a grove of trees. Slowing down as my house comes into view, I press the button for my garage door and ride right in before switching my bike off.
Closing the door behind me, I walk through the adjoining door into the mudroom/laundry room.
Toeing off my boots, I strip and fill the washing machine, then start it up.
Taking the clothes I’d dried yesterday out of the dryer, I add them to the laundry basket and walk naked through the open-plan kitchen, dining room, and lounge towards my bedroom.
I’d taken one entire side of the house and turned it into a bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe and an en-suite bathroom. On the other side of the house, I’d put two bedrooms and a family bathroom. Why? I had no idea.
I didn’t have any plans to find an Ol’ Lady but when I’d seen the plans that Maverick made available for the brothers to choose from, this is the one that called to me. It was a lot of house for one guy.
Dumping the basket of clothes on the bed, I fold and then place them in the wardrobe. Going back to the kitchen, I move to the fridge and open it. Nothing in here appeals to me. I could get a prospect to get me something, but I‘m not that hungry.
Instead, I grab another beer and take it back to the bathroom with me. Starting the shower I step in, placing the beer on the shelf away from the water spray.
Soaking my hair, I rest my hands on the wall, enjoying the hot water beating down on my shoulders. The memory of the laugh I’d heard this afternoon trickles through my mind, and my cock twitches.
“Fuck,” I murmur, a little disgusted with myself. I grab the body wash and squirt some in my palm, rubbing my hands together before lifting them to my hair and washing. Suds flow down over my face and down my body. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire.
I try to ignore my ever-hardening cock as I wash the day away, but it’s futile. Eventually, I give up and grip my cock in a firm grasp, stroking my hand up and down my shaft, twisting my fist at the end just like I like it. My orgasm is coming hard and fast.
I don’t fight it, allowing it to flow over me as I gasp out a name I’ve not uttered for years. “Angel,” I groan, panting with the force of my orgasm. Closing my eyes for a minute, I wonder if I should look for her one more time.
It’s time to admit to myself I’ve never gotten over her, never found another woman to hold my attention the way she had. For all I know, she’s happily married with a dozen kids and a husband that brings her flowers every Thursday.
I’ll sleep on it and decide tomorrow.
***
It’s months later when I finally decide to pull my finger out of my ass and find a private investigator. I’m not sure what was holding me back. The fear of being disappointed if he didn’t find her, or that I’d have to decide if I wanted to keep waiting for a ghost.
In the end the decision’s taken away from me.
We had our monthly church and were warned off the women next door. That wouldn’t be a problem for me. I walked out with Roman, intending to have a drink then go back to the garage and finish up on a sweet ride that had come in for a service yesterday.
Her owners were twin sisters in their early twenties. They were friendly enough, and I knew from the address they gave me they were from the garden centre up the road from us.
Going to the small cubby that housed my phone and keys when we were in church, I keyed in my code, opening it. A missed text message was flashing at me.
When I saw it, I went cold as anticipation mixed with excitement thrummed through me. My hands trembling, I typed in.
Me: I’m on my way, don't let her leave.
Not waiting for a reply, I shove my phone in my pocket and ignore Roman’s shout of concern as I run to my bike. I’m out the clubhouse gate, unaware of the chaos and concern I left behind me, or that my brothers had ridden out after me. My one thought was to get to the next town and Lala’s diner.
The ride was usually an hour, but I did it in less than forty-five minutes, not caring if I got a ticket. If it was her, then I’d pay whatever fine there was to pay.
Roaring to a stop, I rip my helmet off and search the café. Lala comes to the door, and points to the right. My heart stills in my chest for a minute when I see her.
Twenty-eight years later, and I’d know her anywhere.
Hurriedly I get off my ride and stand on the sidewalk, shouting her name as she opens the passenger door on her ride.
“Angel!”
Her shoulders tense, and her head lowers. I start walking towards her, calling her name again. She turns slowly towards me. There she is; the love of my life. The one I’ve never been able to forget.
Her lips move, but she’s too far away for me to hear what she says. Then she’s moving. She starts off at a fast walk that turns into a run.
Dropping my helmet, I open my arms and brace. She hits me hard enough to knock me back a step.
“Garret,” she sobs. Curling my hands around her thighs, I lift as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her lips cover my face in wild kisses as she continues to cry my name until our lips meet.
The years fall away as we kiss. I’m vaguely aware of my brothers stopping their bikes and the women with her walking towards us. That’s all in the background; my entire attention is on the curvy woman in my arms.
She rips her lips away, and her tearful gaze meets mine. “You’re here. I’ve missed you so much Garret. So much.”
Angel sobs, burying her head against my neck.
She cries as if her heart's breaking all over again. Tears prick my eyes, and I look over her shoulder at the three women who’d been with her.
I’m surprised to see the twins from yesterday, and the woman with them is obviously their mother.
They’re carbon copies of each other. The three stand with their arms wrapped around each other’s waists, tears running down their cheeks as they watch the woman in my arms fall apart.
The older woman lifts her wet eyes to mine. “She’s been waiting a long time for you to find her.”
I nod, closing my eyes, hugging Angel to me. “I never stopped looking.”
The three of them smile, and their eyes flick over my shoulder as my president stands at my one shoulder and my best friend at my other.
I expect to see trepidation or at least fear in their eyes, but there’s none of that. Instead, they introduce themselves. The older woman steps forward and holds out her hand to Maverick.
“My name’s Siera Harris, these are my daughters Tru and Janis. The woman clinging to your brother is my sister Fiona ‘Angel’ Monde. We’ve bought the nursery over in Stonepoint.”
“We know who you are,” Maverick replies, shaking her hand. She nods as if she expected it before she turns back to me. “Angel’s not going to want to let you go long enough to ride your bike. I can take you wherever you want to go, but it will have to be with her like that.”
Tru steps up beside her mother. “I know it’s not something you’d usually do but if you’re okay with it, I can ride your bike back to Stonepoint. She’s a little bigger than what I’m used to, but it should be okay. I’ll understand if you’re not comfortable with that though.”
I’m not sure who’s more surprised; me or my brothers at the offer, but I don’t think twice. I hand her my keys.
Maverick side-eyes me in surprise. “You don’t recognize her, but I do. She’s a motocross champion. She retired two years ago after a nasty fall.”
Her sister, Janis, steps forward. “I’ll come with you. Gives Aunt Angel and Garret more room.”
“Axle,” I say.
“Apologies, Axle.”
“I’ve only got my helmet though,” I warn.
Tru bends and picks it up, handing it to her sister. “It’s fine. I’m a safe rider.”
“Here,” Roman hands his helmet to Tru. “Wear mine. Better safe, and you’ll ride in the middle of the brothers.”
I swing my gaze to Roman, my surprised expression mirrored by Maverick. It’s not like him to put anyone before himself. Roman’s a good man, a good brother, but he’s also a little selfish. I understand though, when I see where he’s looking.
I’m not getting involved in that, but we’ll be having words. He better not fuck this up for me by fucking over my woman’s sister.
With our rides sorted. I don’t hang around. Years have been wasted already, I’m not going to waste a second more.
I walk towards the SUV that Angel had been about to get into. It takes some manoeuvring, but I get in the back seat with Angel still clinging to me. I was getting concerned, but as her sister didn’t seem to be, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the fact that I had Angel in my arms.
Who’d have thought that she’d find her way back to me after all these years.