Chapter 4

Sophie

I was both physically and mentally exhausted by the time I finally reached Chrissy's house. As I gathered my purse and a few easy to carry items from the car, I took in where I was. The house was set back off the road with no immediate neighbors. It gave them a nice amount of privacy from the world. It was bigger and nicer than I had expected. The guy that Chrissy was living with must have a decent job to afford this. I knew that she worked as a receptionist at a dental office, but this house was high above her pay grade.

"Sophie! You made it!" Chrissy exclaimed as she ran out of the house. My cousin was gorgeous there's just no denying that. She was a tall, naturally blonde, beautiful woman. She had a slender athletic build that I envied. I had too many curves going on. She had the tiniest set of shorts on with a blouse that tied under her boobs. At least I beat her in that category. While I was a D cup, she was maybe a B.

"These were the longest two days of my life," I sighed as I hugged my cousin. "Interesting, but long."

"Hmm, that sounds like I need to hear more over a glass of wine."

"You have no idea. Let's get me unloaded. I definitely need a shower before I do anything else. I feel absolutely disgusting. Then we can catch up."

Chrissy reached into the back to my SUV and started grabbing what she could to bring inside. We piled everything up in the corner of the room that was going to be mine. There wasn't time to unpack the bags and boxes nor did I have the desire to do anything right then except feel the cool water on my hot sticky skin.

After a longer than normal shower, I sat on the edge of my double bed with a towel wrapped around me as I combed out my wet hair. The room was what you'd expect from a guest bedroom. Besides the bed, there was a large dresser, a nightstand, a comfortable-looking chair in the corner and a double closet. It was all I needed for right now.

As I absently ran the brush through my hair, my mind drifted back to what had happened with that biker...with Daryl. Was that not even two hours ago?

I still can't believe that I had sex with a guy that I knew for like ten minutes, maybe fifteen.

In my broken down car.

On the side of the road.

It was broad daylight and anyone could have seen into the car, except it was raining like crazy and the heat and humidity fogged up the windows. If I want to be totally honest with myself, it was the hot and heavy sex I was having with Daryl that did it. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the feel of my naked body bouncing up and down on Daryl's very large and wonderfully satisfying dick. That man was certainly gifted by the Penis Gods.

And that has to be the wildest and most fucked up thing I have ever done.

But I didn't regret it for a single second.

It put an even bigger smile on my face and a soreness between my legs that I almost wished wouldn't go away. It was a way to remember Daryl.

Finally, I threw on a pair of shorts with a sleeveless top and headed downstairs to find Chrissy. I found her in the kitchen with a glass of wine putting the finishing touches on a casserole. "You look more refreshed," she said with a smile. "The wine's in the fridge in the door on the right. Diesel will not be in until later so I'm making a casserole so if he's hungry when he gets in, I can heat this up for him. That man has a huge appetite."

"Okay, what type of guy is named Diesel? What's the story with the two of you?" I asked as I poured myself a big glass of wine.

Chrissy easily launched how she was filling up her car with gas at a Gas and Go and he rode in on his motorcycle. He parked at the pump on the other side of hers and started chatting her up right away. Diesel left with her number and they've been together ever since.

"Diesel?"

"That's his road name. Everyone calls him that so I do too."

What on earth was she talking about? Road name? "Chrissy, what's a road name?"

"Diesel's in a motorcycle club, the Road Devils. They don't use their regular names. Everyone gets a nickname they use and go by."

It completely threw me that she was with a guy in a motorcycle gang. What was Chrissy thinking? Weren't these guys violent and broke the law all the time? What had she gotten me into letting me live in here? "Umm...Chrissy, are you sure about this? I really wish you had told me about this gang…"

She interrupted me before I could finish. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react this way. First, it's a club, not a gang. These guys consider themselves a family and they look after each other. Since Diesel's claimed me as his ol' lady, they protect me too. And they are big boys with even bigger toys and sure things can get a little crazy sometimes with them, but they're not Hell's Angels or even a 1%er, Soph. Please don't stereotype them. Okay?"

I understood what she was saying except for whatever a 1%er was. I hated it when people assumed something about a group of people without knowing them. Yes, I know I just did the same thing but I couldn't help it. Didn't a motorcycle gang or club mean drunken bar fights, big hairy guys with tattoos that wore leather vests while they leered at women, and weapons? Why was I picturing them all carrying guns where ever they went? Who does that?

Chrissy asked me to give Diesel a chance. I would. I had to because she was important to me. And to be brutally honest, I had no other place to go.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll give it all a chance. Now tell me what this Diesel looks like? You've never been so hung up on a guy before."

I may have spent the last ten years or so living in Kansas, but Chrissy and I had stayed in touch. A couple of times, Mom and I flew back to Georgia to visit Chrissy and my Aunt Patty, but since my Mom died I hadn't had time to return. Now I was back for good.

We took the bottle of wine and our glasses to the living room. There we curled up on the couch and caught up. You can only do so much over the phone. She told me all about Diesel and a bit about his club. It intrigued me. I will admit that, but I still wasn't sure about it.

It could have been my new appreciation of guys that rode motorcycles or maybe I was into some sort of bad boy phase, but the more I thought about this club and bikers, the less dangerous they began to seem.

Daryl rode a motorcycle, but I didn't know much more than that about him. He turned out to be a good guy. Not only did he change my flat tire, but he gave me two incredible orgasms. I giggled at that memory. Okay, maybe the wine was getting to me.

"Okay, it's your turn to spill now. Why was the trip 'interesting'? I know there's something behind that." It was like she was reading my mind. I had just been thinking about Daryl and now she's asking about it.

I didn't have anyone else to talk to so there was no reason not to tell Chrissy what happened. It definitely was a slutty thing to have done, but damn it was good. "Well, the trip was long. All of those hours driving and driving. I slept in my car last night at a truck stop. It was after I got into Georgia that I got a flat tire."

"Oh shit," Chrissy said. "How did you fix it?"

"I didn't. I tried, but I was hopeless. I couldn't even get the spare out of the back. Then a guy on a motorcycle stopped to help."

"Aha! See I told you bikers are good guys. Did he ride a Harley?"

I knew she'd pick up on that right away. I was trying to hold back a smile, but it was hard. "I have no idea. I wouldn't know a Harley from a moped. He was going to change it for me except we ran into a problem. It was about rain."

"That was a bad rain. I can't believe that's when it happened."

"Just my luck, right? So he helped me put everything I had taken out of the back of the car back in. Then we both waited in my car for the rain to stop."

Now for the slutty part.

"Was he cute? Oh, I bet he was!" I didn't answer as I felt my cheeks turn a bright red. "Oh my God, he wasn't just cute, he was hot. Right? It's those damn motorcycles. It makes them just too hot. Something happened. I can tell. Spill it, girl!"

I downed the rest of the wine I had in my glass before blurting out, "We had sex. Twice!"

I watched Chrissy's eyes get as big as they could. Her mouth opened and closed and opened again. "You? You had sex with this guy in your car?"

"Twice." I giggled.

"It had to have been good then. Was he…?"

I couldn't help the big smile that spread across my face. "It was unbelievable. Honestly, the best I never had. And he was big. I mean really big. He hit places I never felt before."

"That is awesome," she laughed as she gave me a big hug. "What a way to say Hello Georgia! What's his name? Where's he from? Are you going to see him again?"

"His name is Daryl. That's all I know. And no, I won't see him again. We didn't exchange numbers. He rode off after he fixed my tire leaving me absolutely, totally satisfied."

"What does he look like? Tell me everything."

I pictured him again in my head and tried to find the words to describe him. "The second I saw him, I knew I wanted him. He's unlike any other guy I was ever interested in. I'm pretty sure he's a bit older than me, like maybe late thirties or early forties. I'm guessing just under six feet. Solid body, but the type from hard work and not working out. Daryl has the broadest shoulders I've ever seen and the most perfect muscular arms. Big and strong, but not crazy big. His hair is long, but like he forgot to get it cut in the last six months long. His eyes can get kind of intense especially during excitable moments," I giggled.

I so regretted not forcing my number on him. Or even slipping it into his pocket. I really wanted to see him again, but that wasn't going to happen now.

"Cousin! I am so surprised and impressed at the same time. Way to go, girl!"

She tried to ply me with more questions, but I wasn't willing to give out any more details. We started a second bottle of wine after dinner and were well on our way to being quite a bit tipsy when this gorgeous huge guy came into the house. Chrissy ran up to him and jumped into his arms. His large muscular, tattooed arms easily caught her.

I watched them kiss as if no one else was in the room. It was wonderful to watch my cousin be so much in love and be loved right back. Diesel was a big boy. His name suited him to a T. He had to easily be a couple of inches over six feet. When he set Chrissy down and then guided his slightly wobbly girlfriend back to the sofa with me, I got a better look at him. He was a big guy. Not fat big, but muscular big. And not crazy like a bodybuilder. He had tattoos on every inch of skin I could see except his face and neck. His head was shaved on the sides but his hair was so long on top that he had it pulled back into a fairly long ponytail. It was different, but it suited him perfectly.

He was movie-star handsome. Definitely, a drool-worthy and panty-wetting type of guy.

"Hey, you must be Sophie?" he asked as he got a giggling Chrissy settled.

"Guilty as charged." Yep, I was on my way to a very comfortable drunk.

Diesel settled on the arm of the sofa with one of his wrapped around Chrissy's shoulder. "She's been looking forward to you coming to stay. You're welcome here as long as you like. Her family is my family. Got that?"

He was so not what I had expected. Diesel looked rough and tough but handsome as sin at the same time. I saw the love he had in his eyes every time he looked at Chrissy. Maybe I judged him and his club too quickly. I wondered if they were all like him.

"Thank you, Diesel. I appreciate that. Chrissy and Aunt Patty are all the family I have left. You're giving me a chance to start a new. Georgia will be good for me. I've got a really good feeling about moving to Georgia," I told him in all honesty.

"Naw, that's still the aftereffects from getting fu…" Chrissy started to say before I interrupted her.

"You must be hungry. Chrissy made a casserole that we can heat up for you," I said loudly talking over her. There was no way I was going to let her tell Diesel what happened today within five minutes of meeting him. That was simply too embarrassing.

"I can handle it. Don't put yourself out. Got another hunger I need to take care of first."

I watched him stand up and pick Chrissy up in his arms and throw her over his shoulder. He gave me a wink and took my giggling cousin off to what I assumed was their bedroom. I couldn't help but be a little jealous of them. Diesel didn't have to tell me how he felt about my cousin. It was in his eyes when he looked at her. That was the love I wanted for myself but had yet to find. I knew at that moment, I'd be damned if I settled for anything less.

A few weeks passed, and I was quite happy how my life was shaping up. I had found not one but two part-time jobs that helped with the nest egg I needed to be able to move out on my own. No matter what Diesel said, I couldn't stay here forever. They deserve their privacy as much as I did.

"You ready to go?" Chrissy asked poking her head into my room.

"I don't know about this outfit. Isn't it a bit much? Why can't I just wear jeans?" She had me decked out in a very short skirt with a low-cut halter-top that was hers. My boobs were trying not to fall out since Chrissy was definitely smaller up top than I was.

"Because," she said, "All the women dress up like this for any type of party at the club. C'mon, you look great! Diesel's downstairs ready to go. You are going to knock Wolf's socks off!"

"Wait, Wolf? Who's that?" Chrissy tried to take my hand and pull me from the room, but I wouldn't budge.

I saw her look away quickly before she looked me in the eye. "He's a friend of Diesel's and …"

"Oh no! You are not setting me up with someone!"

No way was she doing this to me. I hated blind dates. Hated them with a passion. "Sophie, it's not a blind date…well not really. I told Wolf about you and he was looking forward to saying Hi at the party. He's one of Diesel's hot biker brothers. I know you will love him. Just try. Please?" Chrissy begged.

"I'm telling you right now it's not happening. You better tell this Wolf…really he's named Wolf? Never mind, you're lucky I'm still going to go, but there's no way this is happening. Not happening, Chrissy. No way!"

Yeah, well it happened. Wolf was indeed hot. He wasn't as tall as Diesel, but he was still around six foot. The two of them had incredible muscles without looking like they were bodybuilders. They looked strong and beautifully intimidating. Wolf was as drool-worthy as Diesel and to be honest, he seemed like a truly nice guy. I liked him. I really did, but for some reason, I kept comparing him to Daryl.

Daryl wasn't movie star perfect like these two were, but that made him more real to me. Wolf was gorgeous with his smiling blue eyes and chiseled jaw. He was clean-shaven unlike most of the guys in the club and his dirty-blonde hair was perfectly styled. He belonged in Hollywood and not in some motorcycle club in the middle of Georgia.

I'm sure every woman here wanted him…except me. That was crazy, but it was the truth. He didn't make my panties wet like Daryl did. Maybe it wasn't fair to compare the two? I can't believe I was thinking of friend-zoning a man like Wolf. I was so royally messed up.

So instead of continuously comparing Daryl, who I doubted, I would ever see again, and Wolf, I took a quick glance around the crowded clubhouse to see what this place was about. I'm not sure what I expected here, but it certainly wasn't this. There was a beautiful mahogany bar that took up almost one long wall in the room. It was standing room only with men dressed in worn jeans, t-shirts, and their leather cuts and women in very little. Like clothes that I would never, ever dream of wearing if you could call them clothes.

As skimpily dressed as I thought I was, compared to most of the women here I was actually overdressed. Butt cheeks were sticking out below too short dresses or daisy duke shorts. I think the objective was to show as much skin as possible since everyone else had their flat stomachs on display.

And the boobs. Big and sometimes huge boobs were on display with super tight shirts showing as much cleavage as possible or in one or two cases, I saw no shirt at all. That could have been because a couple of bikers had their mouths attached to those very same bare titties.

This was a whole new experience for me.

There was a huge flat-screen TV mounted in the center wall behind the bar. A baseball game on it was fighting to be heard over the classic rock that flowed from overhead speakers throughout the room. Shelves of any liquor you could imagine surrounded the massive TV on both sides.

Couches and soft chairs had couples getting very close to each other on them while I noticed tables and chairs off in another corner that would come in handy for meals.

This was one very large room whose every inch of wall space held either bright neon signs advertising different beers or framed posters of mostly naked women posing with motorcycles.

I saw two large double doors closed tightly and wondered what lay behind them. The word 'Chapel' was painted above it confusing me. Chapel? It made no sense. They had a church here?

The room finished out with a hallway that I couldn't see what was down it, a staircase leading up to God knows where, and another set of double doors that reminded me of ones you would see leading into a professional kitchen.

This place was much nicer than I thought, but the people in it were definitely not my usual crowd.

I turned my attention back our little foursome and listened to Wolf as he started to tell a story that had us all laughing about a prank he and a few of the others had pulled on one of the prospects. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Diesel wave someone to come over. I didn't pay any attention to who it was until they stepped into my line of vision. I stumbled in my shock grabbing onto Wolf's arm for support.

It was Daryl.

My Daryl.

Before I could say anything to him, Daryl threw a punch at Wolf hitting him square in the jaw, making him stagger back a few steps. What the hell was going on?

And what was Daryl doing here?

"Trax, brother! What the fuck, man?" Diesel shouted at him. The chatter in the clubhouse came to a silent standstill.

The fury I saw in Daryl's eyes scared me. He was jealous of Wolf. Where the hell did he come from?

"You better have a fucking good reason for doing that, Trax. You don't hit a brother," Wolf told him. His voice was low and deadly as he rubbed his jaw. I took a step closer to Chrissy.

"She's mine," Daryl growled. "Hands off her, man or we're gonna have problems."

Diesel shook his head in confusion. "Hold on. How do you know, Sophie? This is the first time she's been to the clubhouse, right babe?"

"I haven't brought her here until tonight. Trax, how do you know my cousin?"

Why was everyone calling him Trax? That's not the name he gave me. "Wait a second everyone. Give me a minute here. Daryl, why are they calling you Trax? You told me your name was Daryl."

"Daryl? This is Daryl? The guy who…"

"Helped me change my flat tire," I finished before Chrissy said way too much.

"Hey, is everything all right over here?" Now a new guy showed up, and I had no clue who he was.

"Yeah, we're good VP. Just a little misunderstanding that we are working on," Wolf told him as he continued to rub his perfect jaw.

I remembered what Chrissy had explained about the club. If this guy was the vice president of the club that meant he was Colt. It surprised me when Chrissy explained the orderly way they do things and with having a president, the VP as Wolf called him, a treasurer and a few other titled guys. Colt had short spikey black hair, but what you really saw first was the scar that slashed from his forehead through his eyebrow and down his cheek.

Colt turned to Daryl. "You got a problem, Trax?"

"We're good, VP." He still sounded angry no matter what his words said. My head was still spinning why he was here and what was going on. Was he part of Diesel's motorcycle club?

"Keep it that way, boys," he said looking at each one of them long and hard before strutting away.

When Colt walked away, I turned my attention to Daryl. "Why did you tell me your name was Daryl?"

"It is. That's my real name. Club name is Trax."

"You're a Road Devil like Diesel and Wolf?"

"Yeah, what's the big deal? You're here with them, ain't you?"

He went to reach for my hand and Wolf stepped between us. "The lady ain't said she wants to go anywhere with you, Trax."

"Me and her got things to talk about that don't concern any of you. Step back, Wolf. I ain't asking again."

I sure didn't like these two talking about me like I wasn't here. "Hey guys, just stop. Neither one of you speaks for me." I turned to Wolf. "I appreciated you looking out for me, but I can handle this. Daryl…Trax and I have a history you can say so let me talk to him. Okay."

"Whatever you say, babe." Then he kissed my forehead as if I belonged to him. I belonged to no one at this point and he was doing this to lay claim to me in front of Daryl. These testosterone filled men were about to drive me crazy.

"Thank you," I said smiling up at Wolf. I was simply being nice, but to say that Daryl didn't like it was an understatement.

"No. No. This ain't happening. No fuckin' idea what I was thinkin'." I watched Daryl run his hands through his hair. I wanted to talk to him just like he wanted…like I wanted, but what was he saying? "The bitch is all yours, Wolf. I don't need a slut like her. That's what we got the Hellions for, right? Let me give you a piece of advice, she likes to fuck hard in the backseat of cages. I didn't get the chance to taste her pussy, but I bet it's as sweet as those tits of hers. Enjoy my leftovers."

Without even realizing what I was doing, I slapped Daryl across the face. It surprised him as much as it did me even though he deserved it. I wasn't the piece of trash he made me out to be.

Everyone stood there stunned. The clubhouse had already quieted down watched the altercation between Daryl and Wolf, now you could hear a pin drop. Daryl glared at me. His eyes locked on mine and I saw nothing but hatred in them.

Before I could say anything, he walked away.

I stood there in shock. Is this who he really was? How had the best sex of my life with a guy I was still dreaming about turned into this? That's when I knew I had the absolute worst taste in men.

Chrissy pulled me into her arms, whispering it was going to be all right. That's when I realized I had tears streaming down my face. I was so embarrassed. Even if I had been interested in Wolf, which I wasn't, stupid I know, Daryl had ruined everything.

Now I felt dirty.

And angry.

Fuck him. Well, yeah I already did, but that wasn't what I meant. He could go to hell now for all I cared. We were together for what an hour? Two at the most. That doesn't make a relationship. Or even a date. I owed him nothing, and I was going to show him that. Daryl, no make that Trax, would see that he didn't break me. I would have fun tonight even if it killed me. He needed to know that his stupid jealous outburst, yes he was green with jealousy, meant nothing to me.

I lifted my head from Chrissy's shoulder and wiped away the tears. "Where's the ladies' room? I need to fix my makeup."

"That's my girl!" she said grinning at me.

We left two very confused guys at the bar as we headed to the bathroom. Tonight, alone in my room, I'd go back over everything and have myself a really good cry over the loss of a special memory. Trax had ruined that afternoon for me. It was time to forget and move on.

Goodbye, Daryl. And go to hell, Trax.