Moose Chapter 13
I wasn’t allowing worry about what Marius might be plotting to keep me from enjoying life with Zisa. After our lovemaking and confession the other night, we continued to build our relationship. I knew I couldn’t remain in Kansas indefinitely, and neither could Carnage. It was imperative we either get both women to only remain behind for a very short time or not at all. Our preference would be not at all, but they had lives here. It would be a bigger change for Shantel since she had two jobs she couldn’t keep since they weren’t remote like Zisa’s. Their homes were rentals, so those weren’t huge obstacles. Uprooting Imani and Milan were bigger ones as well. However, the way they seemed to be taking to us, especially Carnage, it might not be as big of a deal as we first thought.
I don’t know how he did it, but somehow, he convinced Shantel to spend the weekend at our Topeka chapter. Of course, that meant I had to take Zisa without a doubt. I wanted to show her off. The only worry was what to do with the girls, but Carnage and Shantel figured it out. Those two planned to stay with their best friend until we got back on Sunday.
Since Shantel worked Friday night, we waited to go until late morning on Saturday so she had a chance to get some sleep. She assured us that she only needed a few hours since, on those night shifts, she got to nap while the patient did. She was there more to help them to the bathroom and make sure they didn’t wander and do other things that might hurt them.
We said goodbye to the girls, and they went to their neighbor’s house. That was where their best friend lived. I saw the mom watching us as Shantel said a final goodbye. I wondered what she thought of us. As we headed to the town limits, I swore I caught a glimpse of a cop car following us. However, once we left town, it didn’t. I was too far away to see if it was Marius or not.
The ride was a good one. The weather once again cooperated. Both women were dressed to ride this time. We’d made them as safe as possible. We stopped halfway just to allow them a break since they weren’t used to riding, and their asses would be sore. Two hours might not seem like much, but when you weren’t used to it, it was. Over the years, I swore I had either grown calluses, or I’d deadened the nerves in mine.
It was after one in the afternoon when we rolled up to their clubhouse. We’d taken time to warn both women of things they might expect to see or hear. Zisa knew about the hangers and bunnies, but we didn’t know if Shantel did. I asked Carnage yesterday how it went after he told her. He grunted and said she hadn’t been thrilled, but she was prepared. He knew what happened when Zisa smelled perfume on me because I’d told him. Our only regret was neither of them had a property cut yet. When Carnage called and told Rocky what we planned, which he was more than happy to welcome us, he’d told him to let the others know they were taken even if they didn’t have their cuts. Rocky promised he would.
Being a weekend, the clubhouse would be teeming with people. It was like ours. You never knew how many would be there, but there were always several if it was a day off. More would no doubt arrive as the evening got here. Carnage and I were hoping that some of the ones with old ladies and families would be there so the women could get to see the club with them first before the partying happened.
As we parked our bikes at the end of the row, out came Rocky and a few of his other guys. They came over to greet us once we shut down and helped the ladies off. I held onto Zisa until she got her legs under her. Swinging off, I removed my helmet and then helped her get hers off. Carnage was doing the same with Shantel. When we were free, Rocky spoke.
“It’s great to have you come for a visit. And to bring us such beautiful women. Thank you. I hope you don’t plan on getting out of here with them.” He grinned and winked, and his guys chuckled.
We knew while they wouldn’t go overboard and actually try anything with Shantel and Zisa, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t tease and instigate us. It was the biker way. I’d prepared Zisa for this as well. Glancing over at Shantel, I assumed Carnage had as well since she had an amused smile on her face, like her daughter.
I let Rocky and Carnage shake hands first before I shook his. As I did, Carnage responded to his remark. “Rocky, you can try, but I wouldn’t weigh the odds in your favor of getting away with it.”
Rocky’s grin increased. “Let me guess. You’d fight us for ‘em.”
“We would, but then again, we’re not the only ones you have to worry about. Don’t let their looks fool you. Our old ladies are tough and stick up for themselves,” I added.
“Goddamn, then we have to steal them!” Blanco, Rocky’s sergeant-at-arms, said happily.
Drawing Zisa to me, after shaking Fidget and Blanco’s hands, I waited for Carnage to introduce Shantel first. We didn’t stand on a lot of ceremony, but there was deference shown in certain instances to the officers. This was one of those times.
“Shantel, this is Rocky, the president of this chapter of the Regulators. And this is his VP, Fidget. The other one who was talking out his ass about stealing you is Blanco, their sergeant-at-arms. Guys, this is my lady, Shantel.”
All three greeted her sweetly, then turned to stare at me expectantly. “Bae, you heard Carnage. This is Rocky, Fidget, and Blanco. Guys, this is Zisa. She’s not only my woman, but she’s Shantel’s younger daughter. No slobbering on her hand,” I warned them. They’d all taken their time shaking Shantel’s hand.
They snickered, and I should’ve known they wouldn’t let my words stand. One by one, they raised her hand to their lips for a kiss, said hello, and then went back to Shantel and kissed her hand.
“You had to say it, didn’t you? Now, I’ll have to scrub Shantel’s hand before it soaks in,” Carnage grumbled.
“I swear, just like a bunch of little boys trying to outdo each other. Zisa and I can handle you all,” Shantel told them with a wink and smile. This made them laugh hard.
“Without a doubt, Mama. I kinda feel sorry for them,” Zisa quipped.
I’d told her that bikers liked women to be a bit sassy, or at least most that we knew did. There were some who wanted doormats who did as they were told, and those kinds we didn’t associate with. I’d let her know the Topeka club was the former.
With introductions over with, they moved us inside the clubhouse. The clubhouse was what it appeared to be from the outside, a large house that had been added onto several times, making it into a monstrosity composed of offshoots. I didn’t know exactly how many rooms it had, but there were enough to house not only the members and prospects but guests, too. Not everyone lived at the clubhouse, but they had use of a room if needed.
The first thing you saw when you entered was what remained of the entryway. It spilled directly into the common area. In order to make it large enough, the walls of several rooms were knocked down, and load-bearing walls were replaced by beams and columns to create one huge open room. Like most clubhouses I’d been in, it had a decent-sized bar and lots of seating composed of tables and chairs, couches, and barstools. In addition, there were two pool tables, dart boards, and a pinball machine.
There were more Regulators, a few women, and some kids inside. They all quieted down when we entered. Those men and women walked over to meet us. Another round of names and greetings were quickly dispensed. I knew our ladies’ heads had to be spinning with all the names. As soon as they were done, we were given a short tour, mainly so Zisa and Shantel would feel more at ease and know where the bathrooms were. After that was out of the way, and a promise was made to show us more later. We were shown to a table and offered a drink. Carnage and I accepted water for the moment. There would be plenty of time to have alcohol later. Shantel and Zisa both accepted pops.
After spending a good two hours just talking and getting to know each other, we asked to be shown to our rooms. It would offer the women a chance to decompress. We knew everyone, but it was a lot to take in so many all at once for Shantel and Zisa. The rest of the club would join us later, and then the party would really start. Rocky and his crew understood and told us they’d be having dinner at six in the common room, so we would be sure to join them.
We were taken down one of the add-on wings and given rooms across the hall from each other. It was a different one than the one I’d stayed in last time. Carnage was in the same one. I had no idea if there was much of a difference or not. Some clubs had better digs for officers. I didn’t care one way or the other. As long as the bed was comfy, I had somewhere to shower, and it was clean, I was happy. Zisa was more of the issue than I was. I hoped it would be okay for her.
Our room had an attached bathroom. I checked to see if it was clean, although I doubted it wouldn’t be. Everything sparkled. If it didn’t, some prospect’s head would roll. Under the sink, there was a stack of fluffy towels and handcloths. There were bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in the shower. You had the option to use what they provided if you didn’t have your own.
I showed Zisa where everything was before asking her to sit on the bed. When she did, I bounced on it. I wiggled my eyebrows and smirked at her. “This feels like we’ll have plenty of bounce.”
She laughed and shoved me. “What’s this we? I thought I’d stay in here by myself, and you’d find somewhere else to bunk down. After all, how can I upgrade you to one of the guys here if you’re in here?” she teased.
I attacked her, taking her down on her back. I nipped at her throat and then kissed her. I didn’t let up until she was limp. When I raised my head, I warned her. “You go searching to replace me, and I’ll haul your fine ass out of here and take you somewhere to punish you until you see I’m the only one for you.”
She gave me a tender smile as she caressed my face. “Arman, you’re the only one for me. I couldn’t help teasing you. All the Topeka Regulators so far seem like a bunch of good guys, but they don’t compare to you. I don’t go around telling someone I love him only to toss him aside for another.”
“I know you wouldn’t. I just wanted to hear you say you love me again. I don’t get tired of hearing it. You’re doing great out there, by the way. I know meeting so many new people at once can be tiring and nerve-racking. Why don’t you lie back and rest? It’s three-thirty. We don’t need to be back out until six. You can take a nap if you want. Or a shower if you feel you need one after our ride. We have our bags, so you can change into different clothes if you want.”
“A rest would be good, but not too long. I would feel better taking a shower and then getting myself prettied up for the party.”
“Bae, what more do you need to do to pretty yourself up? You and your mom are the best-looking women here. Don’t put the others to more shame. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’re nice-looking, but they’re not you.”
“And that Mr. Sweet Talker guarantees you the sex of your dreams tonight.”
“Zisa, it’s always the sex of my dreams when it’s with you, although I’ll take it. Let’s kick off our boots, and I’ll set an alarm in case we fall asleep. Is five o’clock enough time to shower and get prettied up?”
“Yes, it is.”
We quickly shed our boots, and I hung up our jackets and my cut. Before settling on the bed, I set the alarm on my phone while she sent a text. I assumed it was to her mom. We stayed on top of the covers, and I cradled her in my arms. As expected, she fell asleep not long afterward. I lay there thinking of what the rest of this trip would be like.
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We went to rejoin the others at ten before six. I tried to convince Zisa that we should remain in our room. The main reason was how she looked. She’d worn makeup since we’d met. However, I hadn’t seen her do it the way she did this time. It made her eyes stand out even more, and her lips begged me to kiss them more than they already did. And her hair was fully down the way I loved it, in a riot of curls.
She put her boots back on and paired them with another pair of tighter jeans. Long, dangly earrings peeked through her curls. And the top she wore wasn’t one I’d seen. She must’ve had it hidden in her closet. That was what pushed me to the edge. I don’t know how she knew what to wear to solidify herself as a biker babe, but she hit it on the head. Just this side of too slutty, yet screaming sex appeal.
It was a dark red with a thin strap over each shoulder. It had long sleeves, but they didn’t start until just below the shoulder joint. Three-quarters of the sleeve length gave glimpses of her skin through holes in them. The front was cut to show cleavage, and a few strands of lacing ran across it, making you have to play peek-a-boo to see her cleavage. When she turned around and I saw the back, I almost told her to change. The entire length of her back was more thin strands of material running from side to side, clear to her tailbone, showing off her smooth, toffee-colored skin. I could see the band of her red bra. It showed less than a bathing suit, but on her body, against her skin, it seemed way sexier and revealing.
She’d asked me how she looked, and that’s when I tried to tell her we’d stay in the room. She kissed me, told me thank you for the boost to her confidence, then pranced her ass out the door. Out in the hall, I discovered I wouldn’t be suffering alone. As if they coordinated it, Carnage and Shantel’s door opened, and out they came. He was scowling, and when I saw how gorgeous and sexy her mom looked. I exchanged a sympathetic look with him. He shook his head and placed a possessive hand on her hip. I did the same to Zisa.
“You stick close tonight,” he told her.
“You, too,” I added to Zisa.
“We’ll be fine. A change of clothes won’t cause anyone to do something they shouldn’t. Besides, we need to make sure those bunnies and hangers know you’re taken,” Shantel huffed. Zisa was nodding her head. It made me wonder what they had in store if any of those women got too friendly. It almost made me wish for it.
We could hear the noise coming from the common room. It was the roar of voices and faint music playing. As we entered the main area, I noted there were a few kids there—not unusual this early. I saw Zisa exchange a look with her mom.
“The kids will stay to eat and then go home later. The more adult entertainment doesn’t start this soon. Some of the old ladies may stay or leave. It all depends on whether they have sitters.”
“Oh, good, I was worried for a second.”
“So was I,” her mom whispered.
And just like that, it was as if someone flipped a switch. Those we’d seen earlier called out greetings and told us to get ourselves into the kitchen. The food was ready. Those that we hadn’t seen nodded to Carnage and me and checked out our women. The single guys’ faces were admiring. The ones who were taken gave us smiles and nods of approval. Based on how we did things at home, I knew as their guests, we would be expected to get our food first, so we guided the women into the kitchen, grabbed up plates, and got them moving. The rest began filing in behind us.
The selection was varied, and there was no short supply. I watched what she chose and filed it away for future knowledge. Once we had our plates filled, we went to find a seat. We got them seated and asked for their drink requests before wandering off to get all four of us something to drink. While we were getting them at the bar from a prospect, Fidget came up to us. He was shaking his head.
“What’s wrong, Fidget?” I asked.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” Carnage asked.
“How did something as mean and grumpy as you and as ugly and dumb as Moose end up with two stunners like those? The world is a cruel damn place,” he bemoaned.
“Hey, I’ll have you know, compared to your ass, I’m a goddamn genius,” I said, elbowing him.
“And maybe if you weren’t such a jackass, I wouldn’t have to be mean and grumpy to you,” Carnage hit back.
Fidget didn’t take offense. Instead, he laughed, followed us back to our table, and took a seat there. He eyed the ladies. Who in turn stared at him. It was Shantel who spoke first.
“Do I have something on my face? You’re staring awfully hard.”
“No, nothing. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re both mentally deficient or crazy for choosing these two when I’m available,” he said with total sincerity in his voice.
“Well, we’ve got brains, so it’s not that. As for being crazy, mess with us, and you’ll find out,” Zisa said with a smirk.
This got not only Fidget but the whole table rolling with laughter. When they settled, Fidget sighed. “Damn, that there just makes me want them more. And I can’t change your minds?”
“Nope,” Shantel said.
“Afraid not,” was Zisa’s answer.
“Is there more at home like you two?” he asked.
“Like us, yes,” Shantel paused. He got a hopeful look, and then she crushed it. “But they’re only nine and ten years old. You’ve got a while to wait, and then by then, you’ll be too old for them.”
Fidget hit the table with his fist and grumbled, “Screwed again.”
Others joined in. Some had to introduce themselves, but we ended up having a lively dinner. By the time everyone had enough to eat, it was time to sit back, relax, talk, and play games. Zisa and her mom offered to help clean up in the kitchen, which led to them finding out more about what prospects did in a club.
They had a ton of questions about why they would do it, how long it lasted, and more. Rocky called over his three current prospects and let them tell the women their answers. As they explained, I watched the prospects perk up being allowed to speak for themselves. Some clubs I’d met would basically allow their prospects no freedom. They didn’t speak, get to have any fun, and were banned from having sex with hangers or bunnies. That wasn’t the case for us or Rocky’s chapter. Obviously, there were lines they couldn’t cross, and members and guests got first dibs on the women, but it wasn’t all terrible for them.
When Carnage and I were challenged to a game of pool, I turned to Zisa. “We’ll be over at the tables. If you need us, just holler.”
She waved me away. “Go, have fun. We can take care of ourselves. How else can we talk about you and learn the real dirt from the ladies if you’re hanging nearby? Go kick ass, and then Mama and I will take on the winners,” she said cheekily.
This caused the other old ladies to cheer and laugh. The guys who heard them yelled they wanted to watch. I had no clue whether they knew how to play or if they were just joking, but with that challenge, they’d be proving it as truth or a lie. I gave her a kiss while my president gave his woman one, and then we were off to the table. We were teaming up against Nero, their secretary, and Kingpin, their treasurer. Both were tough to beat. We’d found that out on our last visit.
It was the best two out of three games. The first game went to them. In the second one, we eked out a win. This made the third even more important. By then, our women came to watch and cheer us on. It was neck and neck until the end when those two won. We groaned but acknowledged it was a great game.
Nero raised his eyebrow at our women. “Well, ladies, are you gonna defend that smack talk from earlier, or are you ready to concede defeat and admit King and I are the best?”
Shantel snorted. “Please, you think my daughter would say it if we couldn’t back it up? Are you prepared to have your asses handed to you by two women? If not, you can go ahead and admit we’re the best.”
Zisa laughed and high-fived her mom. Nero glanced over at me and Carnage as if to see if we’d tell him whether they lied or not.
“Don’t look at us. We don’t know. It’s never come up, but I tend to think they’re not bluffing,” Carnage told him.
“What do you say?” Kingpin asked me.
“I ain’t gotta clue.”
“Ah hell, let’s do it. No offense, but I haven’t met a woman yet who had a hope in hell of beating us,” Kingpin declared.
I was excited to see what the outcome would be.