Hell on Heelz (Asphalt Gods' MC) (12 page)

Mud laid his phone down on the table, the screen too bright in the dark bar. It’d been an hour at least—an hour and a bottle of whiskey long gone. I’d been doing my best impression of a woman who could easily fall for Mud. I’d laughed at his asinine jokes and sat close enough to him I could have robbed him of his gun if the place weren’t still crawling with Gods. He had to adjust himself more than once when I leaned over to show him my girls. Still waiting on Scar’s call, we ordered something to tide us over and sober us up. Mud had said this bar wasn’t much on food, but we’d both been starving because we’d drank enough to pass out.

Finally!
None other than Bullet Bill in an apron delivered our baskets of chicken fingers and fried banana peppers. He had our two frosty mugs of draft Bud too.

Now we were eating like a couple of normal human beings. I dipped my fried pepper in the cocktail sauce awkwardly with my left hand before taking a bite. I didn’t have to whisper as the noise level had grown by the minute the later it got. “Don’t you think if Scar was still alive he’d have called you back by now?” I’d known more Mutherfukers were on his trail and hadn’t broke any loyalties by telling Mud so.

“They won’t kill ‘em anyhow. He’s worth too much alive.”

I rolled my eyes. “Heelz don’t care about his golden boy status anymore. Banshee’s dead.”

He covered his full mouth, saying, “Sorry ‘bout your sister.”

“She was more than my sister.” I inhaled sharply, realizing I hadn’t even mourned her. I hadn’t had the time. Glancing sideways, I tried not to feel the loss that the lingering effects of the alcohol amplified.

Mud’s eyes searched my face, a little too tenderly. “I understand that bond. You loved her.”

I snorted. “No, I hated her something fierce. But she was my rock.” I took a deeper breath, not wanting to cry on the offered shoulder. I changed the subject, fast. “Scar’s bitch has a big price on her head. Mutherfukers are all about the green.”

“True, true, but they won’t risk it. They won’t piss off the General.”

“You wanna bet?”

“What if I do? They kill Scar, hell, they even catch him, I’ll let you go.”

“Okay, I’ll take that chance.” I grabbed a chicken finger before he ate them all.

“What are you throwing in?” Our baskets laid empty as Mud grabbed the last strip.

I finished my bite before I spoke. “What, if they don’t catch him? I don’t know. What do you want?”

Silence fell. He stared at me like I was a Martian, squinting. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I wiped my greasy fingers as best as I could with my right hand still cuffed to Mud. Would he say he wanted a night with me? He smiled before he seized my napkin and raised it to my face, wiping. “Cocktail sauce.”

I laughed, realizing I’d had something on my face. He hadn’t been contemplating wagering sex with me.

“What do I want? Hmm… You’ll go mudding with me.”

“Really, that’s what you want?” I giggled.

“Why not?”

I didn’t answer but giggled again. Fuck, I normally wanted to punch girls who giggled this much. It’d been forever since I’d entertained the thought that a man might want to do something other than fuck me. Well, besides Sugar.

My mind flew to my friend. I didn’t even know if he was okay. Sugar Hips seemed innocent enough, but I knew he’d had some convictions, making a hospital a dangerous place to be. Certainly, I’d had more than few drinks—but Mud had been downright distracting. He was unlike any biker I’d ever met, meaning I hadn’t been groped or accosted with vulgar pickup lines, not that he wasn’t trying his best to charm me anyhow. Worrying for Sugar, I remembered the beefcake trying to charm my pants off was my enemy.

Stick to the plan, Edie.

“Mudding? I thought you might want something a little dirtier?” I chuckled at my cheesy line in my head but kept a sultry face. Mud was paying attention after that. Our eyes locked as we shared the same thought. For good measure, I dipped my finger in his ketchup and closing my eyes, I slowly licked it off. I imagined Mud’s jaw dropping as I let my finger linger between my plump lips.

“We could get out of here,” he suggested as my eyes opened.

Oh hell, that was easy.

I hoped once we got away from the crowd, he’d unshackle me. Then I’d escape, find Sugar and go home.

Clutching my hand, he stood, and we walked out of the bar the way we came in, with my imprisoned hand around his waist and through the back entrance. However, my plan to break free started to dissolve as Mud passed up my bike. Instead of us riding off, he led me up a metal staircase behind the bar. Pausing by the door, he bent down, lifted the dirty mat and found a key.

“I thought we were getting out of here.” I didn’t like the idea of running from Mud just to be caught by Bullet Bill or one of the other Gods lingering around the Neon Parrot.

“We are. It’s a friend’s place,” he explained as he unlocked the door.

After turning on the light, Mud brought my cuffed hand up to his lips, gently kissing my palm, sending shivers of delight down to my middle. I quirked an eyebrow, backing up as we walked into the apartment, our cuffed arms stretched between us. I hit the back of a kitchen island. Mud wasted no time as he folded against me. Grabbing my hand again, he released himself from the cuffs, quite effortlessly, but the damn thing still hung on my wrist.

I lifted it up, showing him. “Really?”

He shoved the key back in his jeans, motioning toward my wrist. “Really. You never know when that might come in handy.”

My mind went to him having his way with me instead of my plan, seduction and escape. I had to get my head on straight. Free now, I walked around him, backing further into the apartment.

Coming toward me, Mud lost his cut, letting the leather vest fall to the floor then his leather jacket—my keys and gun were in there. I backed away until I hit the back of the couch. Catching up to me, he leaned into me, smelling of leather and whiskey. His rough hands went under my jacket as he helped me out of it. Then they were under my white tank, sprawling over my lower back. Snaking down, his big hands cupped my jean-clad ass with a squeeze, almost causing me to squeal.

No, I must keep my head.

I escaped his grip, but Mud followed me to the front of the couch, where he sat. Taking my hands, he pulled me down to him. I straddled his big lap at his direction. We were face to face, his bright blue eyes burning a hole through me. His lips were dangerously close to mine. I quickly turned my head away as Mud’s hands roamed my body, working me up more than I’d planned on letting him. I clutched his flannel covered shoulders, having to hold on to something as he started kissing my neck.

He hissed when I ran my hands over his back. “I have new ink,” he explained in a whisper, his breath tickling my ear.

The tickle traveled down deep.

“Sorry,” I breathed, leaning back, moving my hands even lower on him, around to his hard abs. I read his six pack like braille before I began undoing the buttons on his shirt from the bottom up.

Mud’s hands interrupted my exploration, going to the bottom of my tank to pull it over my head and then pitching it to the floor. He sucked in air, taking in the view of what was spilling out of my satin white bra. Being admired was more of a turn on than men realized. Before I knew it, I’d let his arms circle me. He was unclasping my bra. It slipped forward, and he helped it off each of my arms, slowly. After it had fallen away completely, he drew back to admire me again, a lusty smirk appearing on his bearded face, causing my nipples to respond. His mouth descended in the next second, and I held my breath as he began sucking on one breast while kneading the other. He bit a little, making me gasp in pleasure.

Oh. My. God. I squirmed in his lap, feeling myself gushing wet. My head fell back as he continued to suck and kneed. His groin pressed up into me as he pinched my neglected nipple, making me writhe against him, my panties soaking even more. Mud’s hot mouth moved to my other breast, and I was wishing I had a third by the time he finished.

His breath felt hot on my neck as he grabbed my ass, heaving me harder against his jean covered erection. My arms around his neck, I was almost panting as we dry fucked. All of a sudden, I wasn’t sure if I was in control anymore. I’d have to take my chance to get away soon, but here I was in the moment, enjoying myself—immensely.

I breathed raggedly, “I’m so sorry, Mud.”

He stopped grinding to look in my eyes. His blue voids questioned my words.

“Don’t take this personally, okay?”

He moved a strand of hair behind my ear, too much passion in his gaze. “What is it?”

I sighed and head butted him, breaking free from his hold. Recovering quickly, he grabbed for me, seizing my ankle, throwing me off balance.

“Fucking shit!” I muttered as I fell to the floor, landing on my chin, my face. I pushed up. My lip was busted. I could feel it swelling up. I tasted the penny flavor—blood. No matter, I had to be quick, get out of here before he got the better of me, in one way or the other. I went straight for my tank, grabbing it and my bra. Then went for his jacket, finding my keys and my gun in a snap.

Mud stood, a little too slowly and my eyes shot to his jeans. I snickered, knowing he’d have a hard time chasing me with the ginormous erection he was packing. I bolted out the door, topless. Running straight to my bike, I took off with my lights off and sped down the road with my tits in the wind.

Mud

I couldn’t fucking believe it. Luscious sat at the bar. She was back at the clubhouse with two black eyes, telling everyone my brother beat her and forced her to leave with him. She confessed that Goose was working for West now, our employer who thinks he’s the drug lord of Alabama. My brothers were listening to this nonsense, buying it.

“Fucking cunt!” I lunged and almost punched Luscious before Rosa stopped me.

Mad Dog dared me to lay a finger on the bitch. “Get out.” He was talking to me.

Rosa got me away from Mad Dog, took me to her room upstairs and sat on my lap. She took off her top, she’d not been wearing a bra.

Usually, I loved the sight of her pierced nipples. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, get in the mood.” She started undoing my pants.

I stopped her hands. “Do you realize what that lying bitch has done to my brother? He was supposed to skip town.”

“Mud, look at me.” Rosa became serious all the sudden. “Luscious never actually loved Goose.”

I shoved her away. “No shit.”

Rosa sat topless, Indian style in the floor. “I know you think I’m in love with your brother, but you’ve got it all wrong. I’ve known for a while West had a whore spying on us. Luscious probably had him convinced—had Goose thinking leaving to work for West would get him farther in life than the Gods would. That’s exactly what West wants, someone to hold over our heads. Now, Goose is safe, protected by West, and we have to lick his boots too.”

A ton of bricks hit me. “What? You mean to tell me my brother’s truly working for West?”

“Yes, West told daddy himself this morning. Now our biggest employer has Goose to hold over us, someone who knows our club business—that’s something West has been wanting for a while. Daddy’s pissed, the General will have his ass for this. Luscious has come back to rub it in our faces.”

“And you knew this would happen? You knew all this and didn’t say?” Mad wasn’t the word for how I felt at the moment.

Rosa crossed her arms as her face scrunched in defense. “You think anyone listens to me?” Then she stood, bellowing, “Would it have mattered? I’m just Mad Dog’s spoiled biker brat. My patch might as well have come in a box of crackerjacks.”

I couldn’t believe any of this!

She went on, screeching her explanations, “Dad would have killed Goose!”

Not knowing how I even got in front of her, I grabbed her by the arms. I almost shook her. “He was leaving because of you.”

“Horse shit. I never wanted him,” Rosa spat, pulling away.

I backed away before I hurt the bitch, sitting back on the bed.

She came over and sat on my lap again, petting my cheek and stroking my beard like I was a damned dog. Worst part was I was comforted even if I wouldn’t wag my tail.

I turned my head away as she admitted, “I’ve always wanted you, and Goose knew it.”

“Now that’s a crock of shit,” I muttered, not wanting any other revelations. “He was leaving because he loved that whore, because of what you do to the whores he shows an interest in,” I said realizing that none of that had been true. I’d fallen for my brother’s lies.

“No, I send them to West to see if West will fuck them up or not. When everyone came back beat up, I knew it was Luscious I had to worry about. She never came back hurt.”

“But she’s been beat now.”

Rosa shrugged. “What can I say, West can learn.”

My mind was spinning. “But you and Goose?” Goose was so passionate with her.

“Your brother’s a pretty good liar, but a woman knows. You really think he could be so intense with me but truly love Luscious? It was all an act.”

“You went along with him, in bed!”

A tear ran down her face. “I take what I can get. Pretend he’s you.”

Rosa who was usually so tough, showing me this soft side of her—I almost cared, but I didn’t know what was worth giving a damn about anymore. I couldn’t care about her tears. She’d lied to me. “You knew Goose was leaving to go work for West. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She wiped her face, sniffing. “I was doing what I had to—to protect him. You’re so loyal to my daddy, the club—who knows? Maybe you’d let us kill your brother. I love you too much for that.”

She thought I’d let them kill my brother? “Get the fuck out,” I screamed.

Rosa threw on her top and stomped out, and I followed her. I just wanted to be alone. Fuck the club! Mad Dog stopped me as I was leaving. “Take a few days. Get your head on straight.” He was giving me permission, a leave of absence, and it only made me angrier that I needed his okay.

I rode straight to the cabin and got off my bike then walked it inside to park it—never can be too careful. I wanted to change the locks. Rosa had lied to me. My brother had lied to me. I’d risked my own life protecting Goose, and he’d lied, betrayed me. He deceived the club and used me to do it too. Rosa supposedly loved me all along. Right? Maybe in some sick twisted way, but one thing I knew for certain, I had nothin’ for her. She excited me, for sure, but there was no love in me for her. Women were easy for me, but there hadn’t been one I ever loved. The only person I’d loved in years had been Goose.

I spent the night, barely sleeping from thinking too much. By daybreak I didn’t want to think anymore. Surrounded by memories of my parents, the faded recollections of my life before they died, I wanted everything to be simpler again. I would take a few days, like Mad Dog said. I’d fish and fix up this cabin, not worry about the Gods. Pretend I was a free man even if I knew I’d never be one.

Leaving my cut behind, I rode into town to the Ace Hardware store to get a new set of doorknobs and a dead bolt. Down the next aisle, I picked up a new chain, Rosa had borrowed mine just to ruin Goose’s bike. I walked around a bit more before deciding I needed some duct tape to fix my fishing net’s handle.

Ol’ Jenny Freeman checked me out. “Hey.”

“Hey. Didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yes, since high school, well on the weekends anyhow. I’m fixin’ to have my degree next May.”

“Really?” I raked my fingers through my beard. I didn’t give a hoot.

“Yeah, Social Work and Sociology.” She smacked her gum.

Social worker? I coughed because I almost laughed. Jenny had been over at the clubhouse more times than I could count, sandwiched between me and my twin—a wild one she was.

“So, which one are you?”

“Mud.” I forgot not everyone could tell us apart.

She asked about Goose next.

“He’s doing good,” I lied.

“What are you up to tonight?”

It’d be nice to drown my sorrow in easy pussy, but I wasn’t about to take this two-bit whore to the cabin. “Busy.”

She frowned, so I winked at her and said, “But come over and see us sometime.”

Jenny’s frown morphed into a wide eyed smile that made her look like a squirrel on crack. “I sure will. That’’ll be 73. 48.”

I paid in cash, as always.

She finally handed me my bag.

I stopped by the Go Mart next, wanting to grab a twelve pack of beer, maybe some chips. I had a freezer with some deer steaks that were probably still good. I’d grill up some dinner and change the locks, not that it’d stop Goose from breaking into the cabin if he wanted to, but it’d send a message that I didn’t want him there. I parked my bike out of sight not needing one of my brothers or anyone else spotting me.

Walking in, I almost bumped into a couple coming out. “Excuse me,” I apologized, but they hadn’t even noticed. The man had his arm around his lady. They were laughing, probably going out on the town tonight. It was Friday. Usually I’d be up to my eyeballs in trouble but not tonight. Tonight, I was a normal twenty-three-year-old guy, Nathan Jacobs. Actually, thinking of it, I wondered how normal it was for a guy my age to want to be alone on a Friday night.

On my way to the beer cooler, I spied a woman who made me take a second look, rethink my plans for solitude. I’d had my head down, hoping I didn’t run into another girl I’d fucked, so all I’d seen were her black boots and tight jeans. I could take off my cut but couldn’t change what I liked. From behind, this chick was kicking. An ass like that, I’d remember fucking, so I had to get a glimpse of her face. My eyes traveled up to see she was tall, and they traveled around, and I swallowed picturing her curves naked. I’ll be damned, I knew this woman.  None other than the vixen who had me all hot and bothered and left me with blue balls and a sore noggin a couple of nights ago—the fucking Heel who’d gotten away stood in my Go Mart, mixing a coffee.

I cleared my throat, steam rising under my collar until I remembered I was taking a few days off. Rage wasn’t my problem right now. However, she was the woman I’d dreamed about and thought of in the shower this morning, the woman who’d given me my last few easy orgasms. Remembering the other night, sucking on her sweet titties, I thought of how crazy I’d been to think she’d let me go the distance.

Unlike Jenny Freeman from the hardware store, I admired this woman. Sure, she was with another club, but she was loyal, out to avenge her president’s death. She stuck with her brother and put herself in a dangerous situation so he’d survive. Then she sweet talked me and got away, no easy task—or had it been? Rage probably played up her attraction to me to get away, but now that I’d had a taste of her, I wanted more. I wondered if she felt the same.