Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
T he atmosphere around the clubhouse varied from day to day as they drew closer to the wedding. While excitement rose in anticipation of the club’s party two days before the wedding, the rehearsal dinner, and finally the wedding day itself, there was an underlying tension that seeped into nearly every conversation or gathering.
Parents decided to share the news with their kids separately about their Aunt Jenna’s illness. The hardest one, of course, was Scotty. Things like life and death were confusing and upsetting for the teen. Lucky actually brought Juliana, the child psychiatrist from town that Bree saw, to his house to help explain to Scotty about the changes that would be occurring in his Aunt Jenna’s life. For a special boy who believed nose-kisses could cure anything that ailed someone, it was an extremely difficult conversation.
Jasmine was trying to include Jenna in every last minute decision. The men of the club seemed determined not to let Jenna lift a finger. Food kept appearing in Steel and Jenna’s fridge, like casserole dishes, ready to bake one-pan meals, or slow cooker dump bags.
Possibly the worst of it all, though, was Ollie’s reaction. While Steel and Jenna had told their adult children, they hadn’t yet broken the news to Ollie until after the club knew. He’d screamed and cried so loud that the occupants of the Pentagon had heard him from their own homes. He accused Jenna of abandoning him and asked if the adoption was reversible.
Distraught at the news or not, Steel would not permit Ollie to speak to Jenna like that. He practically threw the teen onto his hog and the two of them rode off for nearly half a day. When Ollie and Steel returned, Ollie went running up to Jenna in the clubhouse and hugged her. He openly apologized, saying he was just scared to lose the only mother who’d ever given a damn about him.
In addition to the wedding to keep everyone’s spirits up, Sophia and Pirate’s news that they were dating was met with cheers and a lot of shouts of “finally!”. Pirate did confront Keys in private to ask if Keys had told Steel about their drunken marriage, but Keys swore up and down that he hadn’t. The kid looked so shocked by the question that Pirate believed him.
Pirate’s leg was doing better. He was not fired from work, but he was put on notice regarding his multiple unexcused absences.
Sophia continued to have what she called “weird glitches in the Matrix”. In addition to her Boot Mover, who had not returned or been seen on camera again, and her tires being slashed, weird things continued to happen. Orders that she called in would be canceled, a check she mailed out from one of the charities she volunteered at went missing, a goat was delivered to the clubhouse with a note that it was from Sophia to the club kids, and a singing telegram dressed as Elvis Presley appeared in the school’s parking lot to sing Pirate a love song, loudly, in the middle of the school day.
Sophia, of course, had no idea about any of it. She had not canceled the orders, she had sent the check, she had not bought a goat, and she had not hired an Elvis impersonator. It was the nuisance of it all that stumped Pirate. What was the fucking point ?
Just to appease his own peace of mind, Pirate had Keys track where Fletcher had been recently. Other than twice driving past some place that Sophia was, Fletcher was not near Mount Grove at the time of the incidents. Burner phones were used to cancel the orders and book the telegram. The farmer who delivered the goat gave the description of a man who did not match Fletcher’s features.
Fletcher did try to call Sophia’s cell phone once. She ignored the call and blocked his number. Though he did bump into Jasmine and Sophia at Loafin’ Around , the town’s bakery and coffee house, he did not try to sit with them or speak overlong with them. He claimed he was meeting a date there, but neither Jasmine nor Sophia stuck around to confirm if that was true.
The club’s Church schedule changed the week of the wedding. Usually, the officers met on Friday and then everyone met on Saturday. This week, both meetings were shifted one day earlier, so the Church session with all the club members would be held on Friday prior to the club’s celebration dinner that was hosted at a steakhouse out of town. Steel had rented out the entire restaurant for the club and their family members as a wedding gift to Jumper and Jasmine. Saturday would be all about the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner with just the wedding party. Due to the Sunday celebration, the traditional club run was now a wedding parade for the members to get Jumper to the Groveton estate.
Pirate was unfortunately at work and did not witness the events following the officer’s meeting in person, but he heard all about it and Keys was kind enough to share the security videos with the entire club so everyone could join in on the laugh.
Darrin was the prospect on guard duty at the gate. As the officers’ were wrapping up their meeting, Bulldog received a call from Darrin to inform the SAA that Fletcher Montague was at the gate and he’d brought his lawyer with him. More out of amused curiosity than anything else, Steel permitted the two to come on property.
As Pirate and several others watched on the big screen television, a shiny, slate gray Bugatti Divo came speeding down the drive to meet the gathering officers in the parking lot. Steel would not permit Fletcher or his lawyer inside the clubhouse. Other members were around, including Papaw, Pumpkin, and Angel. They came to witness what the fuss was about.
Fletcher had brought his lawyer with him to personally inform Steel that he was filing a civil lawsuit against the club for damages to and theft of his Dodge Tomahawk V10 Superbike.
The cameras did not show Steel’s face, but one could guess his bored expression based on the drawl in his voice. “You mean your Tomahawk you left here at three o’clock in the morning when you walked off property of your own freewill?”
“It was completely destroyed! I couldn’t take it with me!” The whine in Fletcher’s voice could be heard over the camera’s audio loudly.
“But you could have picked it up the next day. Whatever damage you did or did not do to it is not on me or my club, Montague.”
“ Romeo ,” the man insisted belligerently.
“I am not and will never call another man ‘Romeo’,” was Steel’s reply.
The lawyer stepped forward then. “Mr. Montague has informed me that you dismantled his Tomahawk Superbike to the point where it is irreparable. I will be filing a claim on his behalf for the sum total of?—”
“Irreparable?” Steel repeated, his voice laced in confusion. “What are you talking about? It’s just stored in our garage. We moved it there after he abandoned it on our property.”
“It’s dismantled!” Fletcher argued. “I’ll never be able to drive it again.”
The lawyer held up a hand to stop Fletcher from continuing. “Are you telling me that the motorcycle is in drivable condition?”
Steel turned his head and simply said, “Pumpkin.” Then Pumpkin ran out of the camera’s range, one could presume to the garage. Steel faced the lawyer again. “I don’t know what Mr. Montague means by ‘dismantled’. The motorcycle was left on our property and I can show you our security video of Mr. Montague walking up the drive of his own freewill and leaving his motorcycle behind. We then stored it in our garage for safe keeping. It was not stolen, damaged, dismantled, or anything else Mr. Montague has told you. He left it and never came back for it until now.”
Just then Pumpkin came riding back into view on the Tomahawk—a fully functioning, without a scratch, Tomahawk. Hopping off, he tossed the keys to Fletcher. Red-faced and slack-jawed, Fletcher caught them. He sputtered out excuses about the bike being in pieces and being forced to put it back together. The lawyer just scowled at him, said something about him wasting his time. When Fletcher persisted, the lawyer snapped, “Your father will not be happy when he hears about this!”
And then the club got to watch Fletcher begging with the lawyer to not tell his daddy about any of it, including the fact that he’d purchased the motorcycle. The video ended with Fletcher driving his Tomahawk.
Pirate wasn’t the only member who nearly pissed their pants laughing so hard. Sophia was nearly on the floor unable to hold herself up from her uncontrollable laughter. Keys promised to make everyone a copy and send it to them.
Pirate took his seat Friday afternoon in the club’s Chapel. The plan was a quick meeting and then everyone would be leaving for the steakhouse. The trip to the restaurant was not a club run and there were no plans for everyone to ride together. Several members had to still get their families gathered up and some, like Bear and Bulldog, had to pick up family members on their way.
Soon after Steel called the meeting to order, Jumper stood to address the club. All nineteen members were present, leaving only one seat empty on the large conference table. Before Viktor and/or Darrin joined them as patched members, the club was going to need to make a decision about additional seating.
Jumper was not one to normally address the room and was not particularly comfortable with public speaking. So when he stood up, it forced the room into silence.
“I have to share some news about the wedding on Sunday.”
“Did Jasmine finally come to her senses and is dumping you for me?” Ghost asked in a lighthearted tone.
Others laughed and Pirate was grateful to Ghost for helping to loosen his brother’s tension.
Jumper glared at his third groomsman. “No, thank fuck. It’s about who is attending the wedding.” When Jumper’s eyes landed on Pirate and Starbucks sitting down the table from him and then to Bear sitting next to him, Pirate’s confusion increased. Why was his brother looking at them three like he was about to break some terrible news? As best man, Pirate thought he knew all of the guests attending. “As some of you might know, there was a man in town last August who was looking for me while I was in the hospital following my brain surgery. However, he was using my former call sign from the military so Carlos did not know he was asking about me. By the time he located me, I was in recovery.”
Grumpy wrapped his fingers on the wood table. “I didn’t know you had a former call sign.”
Jumper nodded. “I did and I have my reasons for changing it when I joined the club. Only a few people here,” Jumper looked to Pirate and Ghost, “would even know about it. So it’s understandable the man was unable to track me down right away.”
“He didn’t have your legal name?” Cage asked from across the table.
“When was the last time someone called you by your legal name and someone else recognized it?” Bulldog drawled from the other side of Jumper.
Cage conceded, “Fair point.”
“Who was looking for you?” Pirate asked. And why had his brother kept it a secret from him?
Jumper looked to Steel. The President nodded once. When Jumper spoke again, he was looking directly at Starbucks and Pirate. “Were either of you aware that Lionheart had a twin?”
Star and Pirate exchanged a glance. Star answered, “Yeah. He was KIA overseas, though. It was one of the reasons Conner joined up with us. He was looking for that camaraderie that he had in the military again after losing his twin brother.”
“He did lose his twin,” Jumper confirmed. “But not to death. Owen’s still alive.”
Pirate blinked. “I don’t understand. Why would Lionheart lie?”
“There’s some speculations about that,” Steel interjected. “From what we can gather, Lionheart did know his twin was alive but the two rarely had contact. The most recent reason was to help Zoe escape from her abusive husband.”
Everyone knew that there was a connection to Zoe and Lionheart, or Conner. But it wasn’t common knowledge how the two had known each other or Zoe’s background. The club was only informed that Zoe would be staying with them for the foreseeable future. After a year under their protection, she met Carlos and the rest, as they say, was history.
Pirate looked to his brother. “Owen’s history aside, why was he looking for you?” Because it could have only been Owen who had tracked Jumper down. Jumper wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.
“All of you are aware that I’m a former SEAL and that I have PTSD. What you don’t know is why. My last mission, over a decade ago, my SEAL team was given bad intel and were led into a trap. The building we were in exploded and collapsed on us.” Jumper took a deep breath, visibly shaken by sharing his history. “I was trapped underground for three days. Three of my teammates, my brothers, were killed instantly. Two others and I managed to survive. A Delta team in the area defied orders and managed to fight off the surrounding insurgents while digging us up.” Jumper’s voice cracked. “One of my brothers whom they brought up alive succumbed to his injuries while being EVAC-ed out. The other, his name is Smeagol. He’ll also be attending the wedding with his family.”
Pirate, who knew his brother’s history, was not shocked like many of the others at the table and able to ask rather quickly, “What does what happened to you have to do with Owen and Lionheart? Both would have been teenagers at the time.”
“Because one of my teammates who died in the initial explosion was their uncle.”
Now Pirate was shocked into silence.
“Lionheart wouldn’t have connected you to his uncle because you changed your call sign,” Star muttered, his voice barely loud enough to be heard throughout the room.
Jumper nodded. “The files about what happened to my team were also so heavily redacted that it took time for Owen to go through them all and gather information on what happened to his uncle.”
“I know that Lionheart’s parents died when he and his brother were very young,” Pirate added. “They were raised by their grandparents. I don’t recall him ever mentioning an uncle.”
“According to Owen, their uncle, my teammate, was from the other side of the family and was much younger than their father. After their parents died, their paternal grandparents wanted nothing to do with the twins. They were raised by their maternal grandparents. However, their uncle stayed in contact with them and he’s the reason both of the twins ended up in the military. They wanted to follow in their uncle’s footsteps.”
“And Owen tracked you down?” Pirate inquired. “Why? Does he blame you for his uncle’s death?”
What Jumper hadn’t said was that he’d been his SEAL team’s leader. Jumper had been the one to take his team into the building that exploded, which was one of the reasons his survivor’s guilt was so extreme.
Jumper shook his head. “When he finally learned there were survivors from his uncle’s team, he tracked Smeagol and me down so he could learn what wasn’t in the files. I got the feeling he wanted to know if anyone responsible was still alive.”
No one asked if there was.
Steel stood. “Owen will be here on Sunday for the wedding. I know it will be a shock to see him, but he has a right to attend as Jumper’s invited guest. Please make sure you act accordingly and assist those in attendance who did not know Lionheart had an identical twin.”
Sophia was waiting in the clubhouse with Jasmine for the club to descend. They were sitting on the barstools in their fancy dresses, chatting away. Jasmine was beyond impatient to get married and was shaking with excitement that she was on the final countdown.
Her father, Emmett, had arrived the day before. Not only did he come alone, but he also came with the news that he was divorcing Jasmine’s mother. While divorce on the eve of a wedding was generally considered bad luck, this news was met with shouts of joy. Jasmine’s dad would also be moving back up to Pennsylvania to be closer to Jazz.
It was the best wedding gift Sophia could have hoped for for her bestie.
Emmett was looking around the clubhouse, taking everything in and learning about the history of the club. At first, he’d been concerned when he learned Jumper was in a motorcycle club but was now intrigued by the concept.
Jumper, Jasmine, Emmett, and Aerial would be riding together to the steakhouse. Sophia and Pirate would be following on his hog. Jumper and Pirate’s parents would be meeting them at the steakhouse. Since they were staying with Sophia’s parents, it made sense for the four of them to ride together as Rhonda and James didn’t know the area very well.
The club had offered Sophia the use of one of their SUVs while her Beetle was in the shop. Grumpy had replaced her tires but, unfortunately, found a severe amount of rust on her undercarriage. He refused to give it back to her until it was the safest he could make the cage. Since Sophia did not like the idea of driving the large vehicle, Pirate had instead given her the keys to his Charger. He had his hog and she was much more comfortable in his cage.
In anticipation of riding with a knee-length dress with leggings, Sophia had also purchased a long coat to help protect her. The trench coat opened in the back to allow her to straddle the bike and was made from light but durable leather.
A ding sounded from Jasmine’s phone just as a clap of thunder was heard overhead. Sophia felt her heart sink at the rumbling sound as Jasmine announced, “Looks like that storm decided to head our way after all.”
“Damn,” Sophia cursed. “I really wanted to ride tonight.”
Beyond that, Pirate getting his prosthetic wet wasn’t ideal, she knew there was no way he’d take her riding in the rain. It would be one of those activities he deemed ‘too dangerous’ and ‘unsafe’ for her. Which seemed completely unfair because she had no doubt he’d ridden in the rain before.
“We won’t all be able to squeeze into your truck,” Sophia continued. “I guess we’ll need to hitch a ride with someone else or see if we can borrow one of the SUVs.”
“If you guys leave right away, you should have time to get back to the apartment to switch to his car before the rain hits.” Jasmine pulled up the radar on her phone and turned it to show Sophia.
Sophia looked at the moving colors on her bestie’s screen and then up at Jazz. “You’re showing that to me as if I have any idea what it is I am looking at.”
Jasmine chuckled and turned the phone back towards her. “As long as they finish up soon, you’ll have enough time.”
“You could have just said that and not bothered with the show and tell.” Sophia stuck out her tongue.
“I did!” Jasmine laughed.
Emmett walked up to them from the other side of the bar. It was nice to see him looking so carefree. Sophia’s memories of him from their childhood, he always seemed rundown. She never remembered him standing up for himself and he was always being degraded by Mrs. Sharpe for something or another. Sophia was proud of him for developing a backbone. Life was too short to be spending it with such a miserable and bitter toad.
“I can’t tell you how great it is to see the two of you together. Not many friendships last the test of time, but you two have held strong.”
Jasmine beamed at her dad. “Thanks, Dad.” Nudging Sophia’s shoulder, she said, “I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Sophia’s like a fungus I just can’t shake.”
Sophia snorted. “I’ve been called worse.”
Jazz leaned over and pressed a kiss to Sophia’s cheek.
The doors overhead opened up. The club came out, chatting amongst themselves as they came down the steps. Jasmine and Sophia swiveled on the bar stools to watch their men descend. It was such a relief to finally be able to call Pirate ‘her man’. Both of them had been so blind to their feelings and it was unknowingly weighing both of them down. Though they’d only been dating, officially, for two weeks, it had been a very good two weeks.
As the brothers approached, they were walking on the wrong side of each other to get to the correct woman. Pirate took a slight step back so he could slip behind Jumper so he was in front of Sophia instead of Jasmine.
The brothers each leaned over his woman. While Pirate put his hands on the bar around Sophia to claim her lips, Jumper cradled Jasmine’s face like she was precious glass and tipped her face up to meet his.
Emmett cleared his throat from behind the bar. Sophia saw Jumper’s scowl at being interrupted by his fiancée’s father. She and Jazz shared a look before having to glance away to contain their giggles.
Looking up, she saw Pirate was equally amused. “Jazz says there’s a storm coming.”
Pirate nodded. “I heard the thunder. Based on the radar, we should be able to leave now and go grab my cage before the rain starts.”
Sophia scowled. “Does everyone know how to read a fucking radar map?”
Pirate laughed and pulled her down from the stool. “It’s kinda one of the things we’re taught in the military.”
“Jazz wasn’t in the military,” Sophia argued.
“No, but I did go to college,” Jasmine tossed back at her.
“ I went to college,” Sophia defended.
Jasmine made a face. “Yeah, but did you really pay attention?”
Sophia opened her mouth to rebut, paused, and then let out a defeated sigh. “Fair point.”
Everyone laughed.
Pirate helped Sophia put on her new coat. Bending down, he pressed his lips to her earlobe. “Have I told you how fucking hot you look in that?”
“Twice as you were fucking me in it,” she answered slyly. When Sophia had modeled the new coat for him at the store, Pirate took full advantage of the slit in the back of the trench coat by bending her over the dressing room’s bench, hiking down her leggings, and fucking her from behind while she tried to keep from screaming and alerting the entire store that they were having sex in the changing room.
“You know what they say about third time’s the charm,” he quipped. Turning to the others, Pirate announced, “We’re heading out. Going to swap out the hog for my cage at the apartment. Do you need anything while we’re there?”
Jumper and Jasmine shook their heads. “We’ll be leaving soon too,” Jumper told him. “See you over there.”
The brothers did that universal guy-chin lift thing that Sophia was half convinced was a conspiracy amongst men. Did they teach the chin lift in Sex Ed when they separated the boys and the girls?
In mockery, Sophia and Jasmine also did a chin lift at each other. Neither one ended up being able to keep a straight face though.
Pirate rolled his eyes and put his arm around Sophia’s shoulders to guide her out of the clubhouse. “Come on, tough guy. Let’s get going.”
That only made Sophia and Jasmine laugh harder.
Pirate and Sophia were able to make it back to the apartment building before the rain started to fall. It was just a light drizzle, but Pirate was grateful they’d left when they did. He didn’t like the idea of Sophia being out in the rain like that. April showers could still be pretty cold and he didn’t want her to get chilled or sick.
Sophia got into his Charger while Pirate secured tarps over his hog and Jumper’s Indian . Both could get wet, but that didn’t mean they should.
Pirate took off his cut and got into the Charger. He took a long look up at the darkening sky. “I know Jazz had her heart set on an outdoor wedding but I don’t know. Even if it stops raining in time, the ground might not be able to take all the chairs and decor. We might be standing in mud.”
Sophia smiled widely at him and leaned in close to say, “I’ll let you in on a little secret. By now, Jazz just wants to get married. She doesn’t care how or where. Frankly, I’m of the same mindset. Weddings are a lot of work. Too many people care about their famed Wedding Day and not about their marriage.”
He turned his face to lean over the center console. “Are you saying when we get married for real that you don’t want a big party? Skywriting proclaiming your love for me and a hot air balloon to carry us away to our destination honeymoon? A thousand doves released into the picture perfect blue sky?”
Sophia snorted. “Fuck no. We’re going back to that pirate ship in San Fran. Only this time, you’ll have your peg leg on, pirate hat, and eye patch. And I’ll be in some slutty bar wench outfit because I do not look good in white.”
Pirate grinned. “Sounds like fun.”
He was about to turn towards the wheel when she said suggestively, “You know, I’m kinda disappointed we can’t take your bike.”
Pirate was no fool. He knew exactly what that lilt in her voice meant. Even as it heated his blood and made his cock twitch in his pants, he fought to keep his face blank and say as innocently as he could, “Yeah, me too.”
“Because,” she went on, looking at him through half lidded eyes, “I bought something else that I wanted to model for you from a different store.”
Pirate raised an eyebrow. His heart thrummed loudly in his chest in anticipation. But he also knew Sophia, and being the minx that she was, there was a possibility she was teasing him and had bought some weird hair barrettes from the convenience store. “You can model anything you like for me.”
“Put your seat all the way back.”
Intrigued, Pirate did as he was told. He also lowered the back. When she crawled over the center console and straddled his thighs, Pirate put his hands behind his head and looked up at her with lustful eagerness.
“Where’s your wallet?” she practically purred.
Knowing there was only one reason she’d need it, he answered, “Back right pocket.”
She reached under his ass to pull it out. He didn’t help her much, loving her touching him as she worked it out of his back pocket.
Sophia opened his wallet and pulled a condom out of the billfold. Normally, she kept a packet in her bra pouch too but she was wearing a lacy bra with the dress she had on and didn’t have pockets. He knew because, not only had he seen her get dressed, but she’d also asked him to carry her ID and credit card in his wallet tonight so she didn’t have to carry a purse.
Putting his wallet in the cupholder, Sophia put the edge of the condom packet in her mouth. Pirate raised both his eyebrows, beyond curious and incredibly turned on. As much as he loved being in control and dominating her, they had equally incredible sex when he took a step back and allowed her to take charge. It hadn’t happened often, and this was the first time since they’d started officially dating, but he loved the change of pace when it did.
Packet between her teeth, Sophia started to undo his belt and pants. She didn’t pull them down, only opened them enough to reach into his briefs and pull out his erection.
Fuck. Yes.
Sophia might tease him but she wouldn’t go so far as to trick him. If this was a tease, it would have been over before she pulled out the condom packet.
Sophia rolled the condom down his cock, tossing the wrapper into the cup holder by his wallet. When she started to sit up as if to place herself over his cock, Pirate stopped her with a hand on her hip. “Whoa, slow down. Are you wet enough to take me?”
There’d been no foreplay. The condom had some moisture to it, but not that much. As eager as he always was to be inside her, it would never be at the cost of hurting her.
“Trust me,” she replied. There was no deception in her voice and her eyes held as much lust as he was sure his did.
Pirate did trust her. He was confused as hell, but he did trust her. Sophia was wearing black leggings under a cute knee-length cocktail dress, plus her new trench coat and ankle-high boots. As far as he could tell, there was no reason for the condom because she was still fully dressed. But he trusted her. So he lowered his hand and put it back behind his head to let her continue on with…whatever this was.
Sophia got herself over him. Her skirt hid their hips from his view but he could feel the material of her leggings against his thighs and cock. Sophia reached under her skirt from behind, gripping his cock. Then she reached under from the front. He still couldn’t see what she was doing but, suddenly, he could feel her opening. Fuck, he’d know the feel of her wet pussy anywhere. What the fuck? Where did her leggings and panties go?
He jumped up slightly, trying to see under her skirt. “Are you wearing magic underwear, Soph?”
She smiled cheekily at him—and then sank down onto his cock.
“Oh my fucking God!” Pirate groaned, throwing his head back against the seat. Without any prep, she was so fucking tight. A wet, hot vice around his dick.
Then she started to ride him. Bucking her hips, Sophia planted her hands on his chest and picked up speed. Completely uncaring that they were in a parking lot where anyone could walk by at any time and see them.
Pirate took hold of her hips. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. God, you feel fucking amazing.”
“Pirate…” His name came out of her as sort of a groaning plea. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either,” he promised her. Fuck, he had no idea how he’d lasted this long. The surprise of her sitting on him, the feel of her inner walls gripping him… He was teetering towards the edge, but he needed to bring her with him. “What do you need, Soph? I need you to get there.”
“I’m not…” She shook her head. Her hair was in a tight updo that Jasmine had helped her with earlier. As she tipped her face forward, some strands came loose. “I don’t know…” Her movements turned frantic.
Even without the ability to see beneath her skirts, Pirate sensed what she needed. He took hold of her hips, stopping her gyrations. Almost immediately, he started to pound up into her in quick succession. Over and over again, he slid in and out of her. Sophia let out a wild gasp and then cried out in wild abandon as her orgasm took hold of her.
The moment she started to pulse around his cock, Pirate felt his balls draw up. He shot into the condom as a wave of euphoria overtook him. They were both breathing extremely hard, shaking from the endorphins flooding their systems.
Not wanting to disconnect from her but needing the back support, Pirate lifted the back of his seat so he was mostly sitting up. Sophia leaned forward against his chest as she fought to catch her breath.
“By the way,” he gasped out, “I still have no idea what the hell you just modeled for me, but I’m entirely a fan of it. Whatever you bought, I want all the colors and variations.”
Sophia chuckled breathlessly against him. “They’re called Srirachas pants. They have leggings and yoga pants, but both only come in black.”
“I like black. Black is my new favorite color. There’s seven days in the week and you don’t do laundry that often. So buy one for each day of the month and I’m sure you’ll have enough.”
Sophia slapped his chest playfully.
“Are they crotchless?” he asked.
She shook her head. “They have this secret flap that I can?—”
“What?” Pirate started to gather up her skirt. “Let me see! I love hidden treasure.”
Sophia laughed and helped him to move her skirt out of the way. His softening cock was still inside her and, damn it, fell out as she shifted her hips for him to see. Pirate groaned. He loved sex and he especially loved sex with Sophia but, fuck, he hated it when he fell or pulled out of her.
Knowing it would be a bigger mess later if he didn’t, Pirate grabbed the used condom and tied it off. She was still holding up her skirt for him. He quickly got the condom wrapper from the cup holder where Sophia had dropped it and half crumpled it around the rubber. He dropped it back into the cup holder, not really caring about it since he wanted to see this secret flap on these new leggings of hers.
Using his fingers, he searched between her legs until he felt it. Much like the flap in his boxer briefs, it was two pieces of fabric that were laid over each other but only sewn into the clothing at opposite ends. When he let go, the pieces fell back into place seamlessly and the hole to her lady bits became completely invisible.
He opened it again. So long as she was wearing crotchless panties or no panties, he’d have full access to her wherever they were and no one would be the wiser. Fuck. Yes.
He pulled out his phone.
“Are you taking a picture?” she gasped.
“Oh, good idea.” Pirate held open the flap with one hand while snapping a picture with the other hand. “That’s going as my wallpaper.”
Sophia smacked his arm. Then she pulled her own phone out and snapped a picture of his flaccid dick still hanging out of his open pants. “And setting mine…”
Pirate laughed. “Seriously, though, how do you spell that company? I’m about to buy them out.”
It took them several minutes to get themselves cleaned up, situated, and then back in their own seats. By then, the rain had started to come down harder and lightning was flashing across the sky. They pulled out of the parking lot and took a left onto Main Street.
At Mount Grove’s single traffic light, they had the luck of hitting one of the few times it turned red in the afternoons. The rumble of a motorcycle caught their attention through the falling rain. Both turned and looked through the back windshield to see a rider pulling up to a stop behind them.
“Who’s that?” Sophia asked.
“Pumpkin,” Pirate answered. “Dumb bastard’s getting soaked out there.”
“He better not have SJ with him.”
Pirate shook his head. “He wouldn’t do that despite the weather.”
“Then where’s he going? He’ll be drenched if he rides all the way to the steakhouse like that.”
Suddenly the motorcycle started forward, swerving around them. Pirate and Sophia turned forward to watch Pumpkin raise his middle finger to them as he went under the now green light. He sped away.
Pirate put his hands back on the wheel and continued forward at a much slower speed. A glance in his rear view showed one of the club’s SUVs. The tinted windows prevented him from seeing who was inside or driving at a quick glance. “We got company,” he nodded towards the mirror.
Sophia looked into the mirror and then turned around to face behind them. “I think that’s Frankie. She must have SJ in the car with her.”
“Makes sense. The garage is in this direction. Pumpkin might be heading there and Frankie’s following.”
“Why not just ride with her?”
Pirate shrugged. “No clue. I wasn’t privy to that conversation.”
They continued through town. Mount Grove’s main drag was very long, despite its single traffic light. The mountain that stood to the north of town still had a white cap on the summit, though the warmer weather was starting to melt it. The river that fed the town’s crops gushed this time of year with cold, mountain rapids. The single bridge took Main Street safely over the river and led towards the hospital, pharmacy, the club’s auto shop and Harley dealership, and the town’s larger of the three grocery stores.
Just as Pirate and Sophia came over the peak of the bridge, they saw a black Hummer coming shooting out of a side street and barrel into Pumpkin’s motorcycle that had just descended the bridge.
Sophia screamed, Pirate shouted, and Pumpkin went flying.