Out West chapter 5

Las Vegas, Nevada

Cricket rode towards the address she got from Rodrigo Perez with Mariposa and Carolina close behind. She didn't let her face betray what was going on in her head, or what had been discussed.

Apart from an invitation to an MC party at Indian Hills, neither Mariposa nor Carolina knew what else was going on in Cricket's head.

When they reached El Cazador, the apartment complex, they parked their vehicles and started making their way to room 105 in Building C.

"What are you gonna do?"

"If a Prospect answers the door, I'll throw him out. If it's a sweet butt..." Cricket paused, "You have the number to the gringo cleaner."

After knocking on the door, and it opened, Cricket's eyes met Coyote's for the first time in a week since she ended their fling. She had always knew her father was very protective of her, which was both endearing and irritating. Cricket also knew he could be violent, which had scared her as a kid.

But reports of what he had done to Coyote had been greatly exaggerated, as the two black eyes and busted nose attested.

"Did he really chase you with a 2x4 until he got tired?" Cricket asked.

"Is that what they're saying?" asked Coyote, through squinted eyes, before he gingerly waved them inside.

He looked to the prospect and handed him a roll of bills. "Go down to Baroni's, fetch a large pepperoni pie, a dozen cheesy garlic rolls and a dozen cold ales. Do not forget the marinara sauce."

"Yes sir," he replied before he quickly left.

As the door shut behind him, Mariposa asked, "Did you ever have to educate your Prospect on not forgetting the marinara sauce?"

Coyote grinned in amusement. "So far, he's done everything to make sure he never forgets the marinara sauce. There are Prospects who learn quick."

"Apart from the shiners and the busted nose, is anything else broken?" Mariposa asked.

Coyote shook his head, answering Mariposa's question. "I can still ride, Mariposa. Thankfully, nothing else is broken." Coyote then turned his full attention to Cricket. "It would have really been nice to have known your dad was my V.P."

Cricket closed her eyes and sighed before looking Coyote in the face, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I'm sorry I didn't ask. So what brings the two of you here?"

"Our Madrina wants to partner with the Las Vegas Sons on a distribution deal," Mariposa replied before adding, "And no Hell Cat rides alone."

"Did you talk with your dad about this deal?" Coyote asked.

"I did. He and your Pres seemed to have the same idea as our Madrina, which is why he's giving us his blessing," Cricket replies, "If we do get back together."

Coyote raised a puzzled eyebrow before asking, "What idea did they come up with?"

Mariposa cleared her throat, "No one would question you and Cricket crossing state lines. Long distance relationships never end up on anyone's radar."

"So this visit is all about business?"

"No," Cricket turned to Mariposa, "Can you give us the room?"

"Sure," Mariposa answered before she looked to Coyote, "Hear her out, Coyote."

After Mariposa was gone, Coyote asked, "Besides business, how have you been since..."

"I haven't been with anyone else, if that's what you're asking," Cricket walked up to Coyote and touched the bridge of his nose gently. "Is that going to heal?"

"As long as you're not related to anyone else with a violent streak, I'll get back to my usual handsome self." Coyote answered. "I haven't been with anyone either. Though there were a lot of women who tried to tempt me."

"Yeah, Mariposa and I saw a couple of them." Cricket said, remembering the way they looked at her and Mariposa.

"Would it be too soon to say I missed you?"

Cricket grinned and hugged Coyote, whispering into his ear, "I missed you too."

When she got back to the parking lot, Mariposa spotted Chayo and Palma riding in on their bikes. With the exception of Sabrina Alvarez, who rode a custom Road King, the rest of the Bakersfield Hell Cats rode Fat Boys. When Palma and Chayo parked and dismounted their bikes, Mariposa approached her sisters.

"Are the lovebirds making up or did they already kick off their fuck-a-thon?" Chayo asked, with an impish smile.

"They were talking things out when I left them." Mariposa answered. "If Cricket thought to mount him the minute I walked out the door, I know for a fact that Coyote would not have played hard to get."

"I bet she's giving him some good make-up head to make up for the breakup blowjob she gave him." Chayo remarked with a smile as if imagining Cricket taking Coyote's cock into her mouth.

"No doubt about that. I bet he's going to return the favor by eating her..." Palma started with a grin, imagining Cricket in the spread eagle position with Coyote's head between her legs.

"As fun as it is to hear you both direct your fantasy porn films in your heads, we need to talk." Mariposa said, interrupting Palma's crude commentary.

"What is it?" Palma asked.

"SAMVEN has been invited to Indian Hills by the Devil's Tribe. They're hosting a big MC party. According to Cricket's father, the Mayans from Carson City will be there. Said we ought to make our presence known while making new friends."

"With the Mayans there, at least we'll have someone to back us," Chayo said. The Mayans MC knew them best. If they were going to be present, the Hell Cats would have someone to back them up.

"Sounds like fun." Palma commented.

"With our fresh herb, I have no doubt we'll make friends at the party." Chayo added. Both she and Palma managed to bring with them 2 pounds of fresh Nine Lives weed and plenty of proper rolling papers.

"As long as we don't try to pitch a sell, we'll be fine." They were not fools to think that slinging dime bags or joints, even at a small street level, would go unnoticed by Felix Garcia. Indian Hills was not Las Vegas but the fact that they would dare to sell in Nevada would be seen as disrespect to Garcia.

Walking towards Coyote's apartment, Chayo giggled at a passing thought.

"Do you think we're going to catch them on top of each other when we get to the door?" Chayo asked impishly, making Palma laugh.

The two kuttes hung on the wall hooks on either side of the mirror. Their clothes, however, were scattered around the room.

Cricket clutched Coyote's back as he thrust in to her. He started off slow and steady until she wrapped her legs around his waist and they started fucking hard and fast. When they finally climaxed, Coyote was on top of her, burying his face in her chest as she kissed the top of his head. In moments, Coyote went from sucking and fondling Cricket's breasts to eating her out. Cricket's body arched forward, thrusting her pussy further into Coyote's face as orgasm after orgasm shook her from head to toe. Once she saw Coyote had fully recovered, Cricket had him moaning her name as she sucked his cock. Coyote ran his fingers through Cricket's long black hair as she deep throated him until he came.

Cricket missed feeling Coyote's body against hers, his arms and legs engulfing her and the sensation of his heart beat in sync with hers.

"Did all those pass arounds really try to tempt you? Or did they do more than try?" Cricket said while enjoying Coyote's hands caressing her body.

Coyote laughed and said, "As hard as it was, I roughed it through the week and thought of you along the way."

Cricket turned around and straddled his lap, "I thought about you a lot too."

Wrapping her arms around Coyote's neck, Cricket kissed him passionately. Pausing for a minute, Cricket looked him in the eye and said, "The last time we were together, I...I could have handled things better, but I didn't."

Coyote put his hands on Cricket's waist. "It's too late for breakfast, but it can't be too late for a fresh start, right?"

For a few minutes, It was quiet between them. When Cricket broke the silence, Coyote was blown away. "My name is Lorena Elena Perez."

"That's a beautiful name," he replied before introducing himself.

"My name is Emilio Manuel Cortez."

"It's good to meet you, Emilio."

They both felt a sense of relief wash over them. It wasn't just casual biker sex anymore. There was a real connection between the people in the kuttes.

"Was there a lot to catch up on between you and your father?"

"In a way. We keep in contact but I never bragged about him to everyone." She admitted. "He isn't a bad man but he is not the man he was when my mother was alive." Cricket did not have time to stop herself from saying out loud something she never talked about to even her three closest MC sisters.

"Your mother died? Was it the life that did it?"

Cricket shook her head.

"A drunk driver t-boned her car with his truck. What it did to my dad...I didn't want to turn out like that and I couldn't handle seeing what her father turned into. As soon as I was old enough, I moved out to California," Cricket explained, recalling the events that led her to Bakersfield. "Mariposa took me into her home. She was the one who introduced me to the Hell Cats."

Coyote was quiet as he let the information set in his mind before he opened up, "My parents divorced when I was 10. They never cheated, but they didn't love each other the way they should have. Both are still above ground but far from each other and me."

After the split, they'd carved out which days he could be with either of them. It was not pleasant for everyone involved, including Coyote.

"Eventually I just moved in with my uncle Cesar all throughout high school. I ended up moving in with a friend, who was a Prospect for the Sons."

Cricket picked up on the underlying fear in Coyote's voice; it was the same she felt in herself.

"I don't what the future holds, Emilio," Cricket started, "But we aren't our parents. Maybe we'll turn out better than they did, if we do it right."

At that moment, a loud knock ruined the moment, followed by two familiar voices.

"Cricket, we're here!" Palma yelled, "If your man's still got a pulse, give him a breather and get your ass out here!" Chayo yelled to Coyote's amusement.

Coyote looked at Cricket with a grin. "Am I really your man, Lorena?"

"Yes, you are, Emilio." Cricket leaned in and kissed him passionately. "I'll be right back, even though it might take a while to get dressed."

"My bathrobe is on the bathroom door."

Cricket kissed him again, "Hope you're ready for round two when I get back."

With her naked body wrapped up in the bathrobe, Cricket went to the front door. When she opened it, Cricket was met with her MC sisters. Chayo, Palma and Mariposa smiled at seeing Cricket wearing a robe that clearly wasn't hers.

"Well, you certainly made yourself at home," Palma remarked, "Does this mean Coyote's your man?"

"Yes, he is," Cricket said proudly.

"Let's hope your man has something to drink," Palma said as she walked right in. At that moment, the prospects returned with pizza and beer.

"He's very considerate," Mariposa quipped.

Once the food was in place and Coyote joined them, the Prospects were excused so the patched members could eat and talk among themselves.

While Coyote had already met Mariposa before, the other two were strangers to him. Chayo gave him a very flirty grin while Palma gave a chin raising nod of acknowledgement.

What made all of them roll their eyes was Cricket perching herself on Coyote's lap.

After a while, Mariposa brought up the MC party at Indian Hills. "Are you thinking about going there with us and your MC brothers?"

"I wouldn't say no, that's for sure."

Changing the subject, Cricket asked, "How many of you had money riding on me and Coyote hooking back up?"

Palma took a wad of cash from her kutte pocket, peeled off a couple of bills, and split it between Chayo and Mariposa.

"Well, come on! Details!" Chayo declared before Palma asked, "Who was on top?"

"Me," Coyote answered.

Mariposa and Palma both groaned before handing money to Chayo, who then asked, "Who went down on who first?"

"He went down on me," Cricket said with a satisfied smirk.

"Pinche caballero," Palma groaned again as she gave her last dollars to Mariposa, who laughed at her.

"It's what you get for betting against a good man, Palmita," Mariposa stated while stuffing money into her kutte pockets.

When the pizza was finished, and the rest of the beers were put in the fridge, Chayo watched intently as Coyote held Cricket as she sat on his lap.

She walked over to Mariposa and Palma and whispered, "Go check on the Prospects. We'll ride out in an hour."

"What are you about to do?" Mariposa asked.

"Number 18 on my bucket list," Chayo responded.

Palma smirked, "Hell of a way to remind our sister of the Mojave run."

As Mariposa and Palma left the apartment, Chayo walked to the couple who had already started making out with each other and cleared her throat.

"Did you ever tell Coyote about the Mojave run, Cricket?"

The makeout session stopped instantly, and what surprised Coyote most of all was the expression on Cricket's face. As if she just remembered something long forgotten.

Chayo respectfully folded her kutte and laid it on the back of a sofa, before she took her shirt off with a smile, revealing her toned body and round C cup breasts contained in her bra.

"This was back when Cricket was a Prospect. She went with Mariposa, Palma, and me into the desert for two days," She said as she took of her boots, "Tequila and a few bags of peyote certainly loosens more than tongues."

"What are you getting at?" Coyote asked as he and Cricket watched her drop her pants...while Cricket certainly felt his reaction to the scene between her legs.

"Well, eventually she declared that the club was her life, and she'd never get married," Chayo approached Coyote in only her bra and G string. With a smirk, she ran her fingers through his hair, "That night, I added something to my bucket list and made a deal with her."

"And what deal was that?" He asked Cricket.

"She was high and drunk. I didn't think she meant it," She replied comically.

"And yet, I remember telling you the day a man finally won your heart, I'd have a three way with you and him. Guess what, carnala?" Chayo pulled her bra up over her head, releasing her large, round breasts from confinement, "Today is the day."

Chayo leaned in and deeply kissed Cricket, a hand on the back of her head.

"This is just for tonight, unless you say otherwise."

After finally shedding her G string, revealing her entire body, Chayo slid the bathrobe off of Cricket.

Coyote could only stare as the two women started to make out in front of him, running their hands all over each other's bodies. Turning to face him, Cricket and Chayo pulled Coyote to his feet and led him to the bedroom together.

Tequila and cheroot cigars were their poisons of choice as Sabrina Alvarez sat at the head of her table with her brother, Marcus.

"How are things up north?" She asked, "I hear my nephew made the cut. Hope his sponsor wasn't easy on him."

Marcus chuckled, "I told his sponsor to go extra hard on him. In our life, ambition and drive isn't enough."

"Is this as one President to another, or is this something else?"

Marcus sighed, "Felix Garcia heard about your plan. He doesn't discourage personal or professional endeavors, Sabrina. But that doesn't change the fact you're extending your distribution onto his territory?"

"What's he asking for tribute?"

"30 percent," Marcus answered.

"What do I get for 30 percent?"

"30 percent will keep Vice and DEA off your back."

Sabrina downed her tequila and set the glass down before she refilled it.

"How long do you think it'll last?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've been successful in moving our weed, and you've done really well with heroin and coke. All the while, the Sons are arming us. We're all getting along. But," Sabrina clicked her tongue, "Success breeds enemies."

"The Niners and the Triads?"

"Don't forget the Aryan Brotherhood."

"Whatever happens, we'll handle it together," her brother said, before chuckling, "On another note, did you plan that hookup with your new patch and that Son?"

"No, that came along by itself, just like my plan to expand to Vegas," She answered, "When does Felix want his first tribute from us?"

"Last day of each month, starting next month. You'll send it through with the two lovebirds," Marcus sighed, "Have you met him yet?"

"I will, when he comes by to see Cricket."

Cricket mounted Coyote cowgirl style, riding him at a steady pace, while Chayo did the same on his face. Cricket was lost in the euphoria of the mess as Chayo deeply kissed her while Coyote thrust deep into her.

Before long, Chayo started squeezing Cricket's ass, while she pressed their breasts together. And before long, they climaxed in unison.

"Where did that come from?l Cricket panted as Chayo ran her fingers through her hair.

"I had a long time to dream up the idea."

They climbed off Coyote and took turns making out with him, and each other.

"Did you ever do this with any of your other dates?" asked Coyote as he caught his breath.

"Nope," Chayo said as she kissed him, "You're pretty good, but you have a lot to learn. But I'm sure we can teach you before it's all over."

Cricket kissed Coyote and Chayo one more time before saying, "We have to get ready. It's going to be a long ride out to Indian Hills."

Chayo gave Coyote a deep kiss and let him grope her breasts one more time. As she pulled back, she looked him in the eye and said, "You're a good man, Coyote. Don't lose that part of yourself."

"I won't, I promise."

Cricket smiled as Chayo got off Coyote and said, "Be ready to head out when I get back in here."

"Have you ever wondered what life would have been like, if you'd had kids?" Marcus asked, "There's no shame in being a parent."

Sabrina took the cigar from her mouth and released a thin column of smoke. Truth be told, she never had. Because the simple fact was, because of certain, unchangeable things, that she would never have a kid. Things she could never tell her brother about.

"I have you, Obisopo, Esai, and the Hell Cats. Why do I need more?"

Marcus smirked, "Your VP is a mother. That happen before or after she patched in?"

"That was before she became a Hell Cat. Besides her, it's never came up."

"What if it does?"

Sabrina took another long pull, and released the smoke.

"It's called Maternity Leave, Marcus."

A/N: Coming next is the party at Indian Hills.