Chapter 21

TRAX

The long mahogany bar in the great room of the clubhouse was where many of us Road Devils passed our days and nights – a few shots, a couple of bottles of beer, maybe a little weed, and a lot of talk of motorcycles and women's tits. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that I wasn't interested in anyone's tits except Sophie.

Nothing could get more perfect than those.

I was sitting at the bar waiting for her to finish getting ready. I don't understand why it takes women so damn long. I showered and put on a clean shirt. I didn't need much more than that. She's doing her hair and practically shoved me out of the room. Said I was distracting her. I swear I couldn't help it since her robe popped open and her bare tits were begging me to play with them. Seriously, I heard them. They needed a tweak or two.

So I did. I kind of thought that was a good thing, they were asking for it, but here I sit at the bar with a couple of my brothers waiting for the night to start while Sophie does all that shit that girls do.

The club's putting on a barbeque tonight for everyone. We hadn't had one in a while, so Bear felt we needed a night to let loose. Not that every night here is basically a party, but this one's going to have food and the ol' ladies around. Ellie's been cooking up a storm in the kitchen all day and a couple of the guys have the grill heating up out back.

It's calm now, but as the night goes on, it's going to get crazy in here. It's Sophie's first time at something like this and I hope she'd ready for it. There's going to be lots of food, booze, and sex. Too many single guys here for that not to happen. The girls won't show up until later, but when they do that's when the clothes start to come off and nobody gives a shit.

That's life in an MC.

Over the sound system, I hear Bob Seger's singing about his night moves as Wolf comes up next to me and orders a beer and two shots from Dutch.

"How's it going, bro?" he asks.

"Pretty damn good, brother." That may have been the first time I ever said that. Usually, my pat response is "same old shit," but not today. For once my life is fuckin' damn good.

"Glad to hear it. You deserve it man and she's a great girl. I'm happy for you."

It wasn't that long ago that I slugged him for touching my Sophie. The only problem was she wasn't mine then and he didn't know we had a history. As short and brief as it was, the second I saw her in my clubhouse with his arm around her there was no turning back. Sophie was mine then, and she's mine now.

It just took a little bit of convincing her for that to happen.

"Sorry about that punch, man."

Wolf smiled at me, "No need to be sorry. It's over and done with, and she's better off with you. I'm not looking for permanent and she deserves that."

I laughed, "You think I was looking for permanent? Fuck no, but it happened anyway. I couldn't stop this train if I wanted to, man. "

Wolf slide one of the shot glasses in front of me. "Congratulations, brother," he said raising his glass.

I picked up mine, and we threw back the shot of whiskey. I loved the familiar burn I felt as it went down. Can't fault a man for appreciating good American liquor.

We both washed the shot down with a long swallow of beer. I was signaling to Dutch to get us another round when I heard Wolf mutter, "Holy fuck."

I turned to see what he was looking at and I think I stopped breathing. Mace, who sat on my other side, turned too as did every single motherfucking guy in the bar. The only sound in the room was the Eagles singing, "Witchy Woman." I had never heard the place so quiet before.

There coming down the last few steps into the main room was Sophie. She looked fucking incredible. Better than incredible. I think my mouth hung open as she made her way to me with a shy smile.

How the fuck did I ever land a knockout like her? She wasn't showing a lot of skin, but she was hands down the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her hair fell in loose perfect waves around her gorgeous face. Sophie had more makeup on than normal, but it only enhanced her natural beauty unlike the usual overly-made-up women around here. She wore big silver hoop earrings that almost touched her bare shoulders. The shirt she wore was a bright turquoise that hugged her body like a second skin ending just above the top of her pants so I could see a hint of her pale skin peeking through. It was low cut showing a lot of cleavage but there was nothing above that. It was like a corset with long tight sleeves.

She wore several silver chains of different lengths that instantly brought your eyes to her tits. Those damn big perfect tits. And if that wasn't enough, her black pants looked painted on. I'm sure they showed every curve of her rounded ass that I didn't want anyone to see except for me. That ass, those tits, and that body were all mine. I wanted no one else to look at them, but I knew they would. I knew my brothers.

Fuck me.

But it didn't end there. Fuck, no. Sophie had on a pair of black boots with silver studs and buckles all over them as they came just up over her knees.

There's not much that can shut up a dozen bikers…except for an exceptionally hot woman walking toward them. The silence was broke when Mace whistled at her loudly. I heard a few guys throw out some obnoxious comments, but I knew it was all in fun.

She was claimed and they all knew it.

The room started to go back to normal by the time she made it over to me. I got off the barstool and pulled her into my arms. Sophie smelled of lemon today. I had learned that she liked anything with a citrus scent over the past few days.

"You are so fuckin' hot," I rasped before I claimed her mouth.

Sophie's body sank into mine as we both deepened the kiss. I had one hand on the small of her back and the other firmly planted on her perfect ass. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as lips kissed her as if I hadn't seen her in days instead of less than an hour.

"Get a room you two!" Blade shouted from the other end of the bar.

My laughing broke the kiss. "Really, bro? That comin' from you?"

Everyone laughed except Sophie who looked at me slightly confused. It was Wolf that leaned down and whispered, "That's Blade, sweetheart. That man has never seen a public area where he didn't fuck someone. He's not much for doing anything behind closed doors. Just wait until tonight, you'll see what we mean."

"I got it," she laughed. "What's everyone drinking?"

"Shots of Jack and beer. What can I get for you, beautiful?" Dutch asked.

"A beer's good. I don't do whiskey."

I dropped my arm that had been around her and finished the last of my beer. "Sorry, babe. That's a deal breaker. Wish I knew that before we got all domesticated and shit. All biker ol' ladies know how to shoot whiskey. Ain't that in the bylaws or somethin', Wolf?"

"Sure as shit is. No whiskey shots, no ol' lady status. Sorry, beautiful," he agreed.

The look on her face about broke my heart. When her eyes got real big and her bottom lip started to quiver, I realized that she didn't know we were teasing her. I was about to say something when Marci stepped in.

"Honey, don't listen to these assholes. There isn't any such bylaw. They're just teasing you and I will say, Trax I didn't think you had it in you. You've always been such a serious son-of-a-bitch. Now, Dutch make me a pitcher of my favorite and pour two up for me and Sophie here. You'll love these, girlfriend."

Next thing I knew, Marci had pushed me out of the way and she was taking over Sophie like they were best friends. I wanted her to get along with everyone here and Marci was the queen of the ol' ladies.

The sparkle was back in her eyes when she said to me, "I'll get you back for that. You can count on that, Trax."

She rarely used my road name, but it sounded sexy coming off her pink lips. "I look forward to it," I chuckled. I watched Dutch put two shots in front of the girls and they both tossed them back. I saw Sophie smile over at Marci liking what she just had.

"Kamikaze's," Marci told her. "They go down much easier than whiskey and Dutch here knows how to make a perfect batch, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Anything for the VP's ol' lady," the kid smiled.

"Anything?" Marci asked leaning in closer. "Like what?"

I shook my head, "Prospect, I'd advise you not to answer that. Not if you want that patch."

Dutch lifted his chin and I knew he understood what I meant. Marci had probably gotten into a fight with Colt and she was going to test his already thin patience tonight. Our VP was known to blow up on a dime.

"You're no fun," she snapped at me. "Leave that pitcher where we can get it, prospect and then get gone."

Sophie looked at me shrugging her shoulders before throwing back another Kamikaze. Before I could say anything, I heard Merle call out my name. He was waving me over to where he and Blade were talking. "You good here with Marci?" I asked Sophie. "I gotta go talk to my brother."

"We're good, babe. Go ahead." Her smile hit me right in the groin. Yep, I was gonna walk across the room with a full-on boner.

"Alright," I said before turning to Marci. "You don't get her into trouble, got it?"

Marci batted her heavily mascaraed eyelashes at me, "Would I do that, Trax?"

"In a fuckin' heartbeat," I groaned. "Watch out for her," I told Sophie before dropping a kiss on her waiting lips. Then regretfully, I headed toward the other end of the bar. "Hey, what's up?"

"She's looking fucking hot tonight, little brother," Sugar said, tipping his head toward my ol' lady.

I heard Blade try to stifle a laugh. He knew that I hated it when Sugar called me that. Every member of the Road Devils knew that. I may be younger than he was, but that was it. I was slightly taller than Sugar, I had bigger arms than he did, and most of all I was way bigger in the one area that counted the most. Hell, I was bigger than any guy here and we had some guys with some pretty damn big dicks.

I was king of the dicks. Fuck him.

"Bro, what did I tell you about calling make shit like that? Just fuckin' stop. And yeah, my ol' lady is hot as fuck tonight. You two…" I pointed with my beer bottle at Sugar and Blade, "…just realized that I'm getting that tonight and tomorrow and for-fucking-ever while you get used up pussy."

Blade simply shrugged his shoulders before downing half his beer. "Sorry, man. I like variety. Same old pussy don't do it for me."

"Me either," Sugar echoed.

I laughed at them both. "I was both of you before I met Sophie. I get it wanting a different pussy every night. I did, too but she changed that. I have no idea fuckin' how she did it, but she did. It's not about getting me off anymore, it's about us getting off together. Nothin' like it, man. Nothin' like it at all. The best fucks I've had are with her."

They didn't believe me. I could tell from the looks they were giving each other. "Just wait till it happened with you. All pussy ain't created the same. Some is just 24-carat gold."

"Never thought I'd hear words like that outta you, Trax," Blade admitted as he signaled Dutch for another beer. The prospect slid one down the bar right into his hand.

"Speaking of pussy, I was riding through Denton this morning after picking up some rent for the club and saw Lola," Sugar said.

"I don't give a shit about that whore." I had no idea why he as telling me about her. She was an easy lay that caused trouble for me and Sophie, so no I don't give a rats ass about her.

"She was on the back of a bike."

"Again, so fuckin' what?"

"She was ridin' bitch behind an Outlaw Knight."

That's wasn't good. That so fucking wasn't good. While we tried to never talk club business around the Hellions, sometimes it happens. Too many shots followed by too many beers loosened tongues. Not from me…never from me, but brothers would laugh and talk shit that the girls could hear.

Lola had been a Hellion here for a couple of years. She knew shit, not the deep down important shit, but she still knew shit. I know when she was kicked out of the club she would have been given a warning on what would happen if she said anything to another club, but the girl wasn't too smart. This proved it.

"What the fuck was an OK doing in our territory? With that bitch?" I growled. "And does Bear know?"

Sugar nodded. "Yep, told him the second I got back. They didn't see me as I was stopped getting gas. I heard the pipes and watched them turn down Tundale Street. They never saw me. I think the bitch lives near there."

"She needs to go," I said without hesitation. Lola was a traitor and there was only one way to deal with that.

And it wasn't pretty at all.

"Jet and Raven are sitting on her place right now. They're to pick up both her and the OK. Neither is gonna like what's in store for them," Sugar cackled. My brother got off on that shit. Me, I did what needed to be done. I may not like it, but I'd do anything the club asked of me.

"Good," Blade and I agreed at the same time.

I turned my head to check on Sophie and saw her laughing with not only Marci but also her cousin Chrissy, too. Looking at her being all relaxed and happy made me feel good. She had gotten over the kidnapping faster than I thought she would. At night, she's had a few nightmares where she wakes up crying and shaking, but I think in the end she's going to make it through this okay.

Sophie turned toward me as if she knew I was watching her. She flashed me the sexiest smile before turning back to the girls. I took a step toward her, as I was fully ready to drag her upstairs to fuck her until exhaustion when I felt a hand on my arm.

I whipped my head around to see who dared to put their hands on me. I was not expecting to see Bear. Nope can't slug the Prez.

"Let her be, man," he said firmly. "She needs to find her place here and be comfortable with it. A couple of the other ol' ladies will be joining them in a minute. They're back with Ellie in the kitchen. Understand?"

The only person here that could tell me what to do and I would listen is Bear. Sophie needs this and I got to let her be no matter what my dick wants. She needs to get used to the club life and making friends with all of the ol' ladies will help. As much as I want to be, I can't be around all the time. Just a damn fact.

So I stayed where I was talking to Bear, Sugar, and Blade while I kept my eye on my woman. She was mine to protect and even at a club party, I wasn't going to let my guard down. Hell, no.

Sophie

"Trax has got it so bad for you," Marci laughed. "I always thought he'd be single until the day he died, but that man can't take his eyes off of you."

I couldn't control the huge smile that spread across my face. Daryl was the best thing that ever happened to me. Moving back to Georgia, minus the crazy serial killer incident, was the right choice. People always say timing is everything, well now I am a firm believer in that.

There was a chance that I may have met Daryl anyway because of them both being Road Devils. Chrissy's here at the clubhouse a lot because of Diesel and I know she would have dragged me here often. Maybe we would have still have ended up together, but maybe not. How we got together was crazy, but I wouldn't've changed a thing.

"Yeah, he's pretty damn special. This is a life I never thought I'd be living," I admitted.

Marci tossed back another Kamikaze as if it was water. I had to be careful as I realized that she could easily drink me under the table. My head was already lightly buzzing from the two shots I already had.

"How's that?" she asked.

"All of this. Daryl being a biker and not just weekend type of biker, but a real honest to God biker. This club is so different from what I'm used to. I love being with him, but I miss the privacy I had with my own place living here. I've only been here barely a week and I feel lost living here. I don't know what's expected of me."

"That's where I come in, sister, Chrissy, too and any of the other ol' ladies. We support each other in this life. We've talked about some of this before, that day we had coffee, but here's what you need to know about being an ol' lady. Ready?"

I hadn't spent that much time with Chrissy lately, so talking to Marci I hoped would make me understand everything better. Maybe not feel so lost. "Ready!"

"First, another shot," she suggested as she poured us each a glass.

I think I already had two or was that three? Shit, she was going to get me drunk, but I didn't say no. I just threw it back, before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Yeah, I know not very ladylike but tough shit. "Spill it girl. What do I need to know about being an ol' lady?"

"First and most important, always respect your man in front of his brothers. He's going to piss you off six ways to Sunday, but try to rein it in until you guys are alone. These guys are huge on respect and loyalty. We're all one big-ass family here. You just inherited at least thirty annoying and know-it-all brothers. They will drive you crazy, yet each and every one will lay their life on the line for you."

"Same thing with us sisters. You, me, Chrissy plus a few you'll meet tonight like Margie, Summer, and Rissa make up the ol' lady club. We're small in numbers compared to the amount of guys in the club. That means the Hellions and bang bunnies will usually outnumber us, but that means shit. We rank way above them in the hierarchy of MC's. Like with what happened with you and Chrissy and those two skanks they kicked out. They can't treat us like we're beneath them. Sometimes we need to show them who's got the power around here and it's not them. They don't fuck with me anymore because they know I'll kick their asses out the door. You're going to hear them say shit to you, and all I can say is put them in their place. If they think they can get to you, they will."

As I took in what she had said, Marci signaled to Dutch to come over. "What can I do for you ladies?"

I knew trouble was brewing by the way her eyes settled on him. "Well, I wouldn't say no if those very kissable lips of yours found themselves sucking on my clit. What do you say prospect? Want to give it a try?"

That was trouble with a capital T. She knew it. I knew it and poor Dutch knew it. The poor kid was turning every shade of red imaginable. "Marci…ma'am, I appreciate the offer, I really do, but Colt's my VP and he'll kill me."

"Are you saying I'm not good enough for you?" she demanded. Unfortunately, Marci's voice had gotten a little bit loud and people started to look at us.

"No! No! That's not it. You're very hot and anyone here, including me, would do you in a minute, but holy fuck, Marci…you're my VP's ol' lady. Ah, shit," he sighed hanging his head.

It was time I butted in. "Dutch, can you get us two glasses of water then maybe see if the guys at the other end of the bar need you? I got this, okay?"

I could see the relief in his eyes as he quickly placed two glasses of ice water in front of us and literally ran to the other end of the long bar.

"Why did you do that to him?" I demanded turning my attention to Marci. "Do you want Colt to beat him down and get him to get thrown out of the club? What the hell, Marci?"

I knew I shouldn't piss her off but she was playing with fire here. This wasn't a little teasing, she meant what she said. What was going on with her tonight and where was Colt?

"Fuck it, no.," she said hanging her head. "My only excuse is that I'm drunk and I'm pissed and he is cute."

I took a quick look at Dutch as he was pouring a line of tequila shots for a couple of the guys. He was cute in that puppy dog adorable way, but he wasn't my type at all. "I'll give you that he's cute and you're the one slamming those Kamikaze shots down like they're water. So what's got you pissed off?"

"Colt, who the fuck else. One minute, I know he's the best thing that ever happened to me and the next he's got me balling my eyes out like this afternoon. He's such a frustrating stubborn asshole," she sighed before pouring herself another shot.

"What did he'd today?" She had told me this much I might as well ask what he did.

This time Marci took a long sip of her ice water instead of another shot. Thank God. "He got a call this afternoon from Bear and it pissed him off, like really bad. When I asked him what happened all he said was 'You know fucking better to ask about club business.' That man knows I hate it when he pulls that on me." Marci placed her hand on my arm. "We're not supposed to ask what 'club business' is. I get the less we know at times is better, but Colt and me have been together a long time and he tends to share a lot of that with me. Pillow talk is when I get the most out of him. But not today and for some reason it made me cry and that made me pissed off at him."

"I get why that would have pissed you off. It hasn't happened to me yet but I know when it does it will, but cry? You're a strong woman Marci, why would this make you cry?"

"Cause he's a dick and I don't know!"

"Who's a dick?"

"Colt," both Marci and I answered simultaneously as we turned to see that my cousin had joined us.

We all burst out laughing. "Great Chrissy's here! Let's finish this pitcher and get another." Marci started to pour the last of the Kamikazes before she even finished talking.

I really don't want to do another shot, but I threw it back with the girls anyway. I was well on my way to being drunk. Marci was already there.

"So," Chrissy said putting her shot glass down on the bar. "What did Colt do?"

"He made her cry," I said as I tried to move the empty glasses out of our way. I was going for out of sight, out of mind with the Kamikazes.

"What the fuck did he do, Marci? Did he hurt you?" Chrissy asked.

Marci shook her head. "No, he'd never do that. He got a call and all he'd say about it was 'club business' and I burst out crying. Shit, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've felt like shit for a week and now I'm crying at everything. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me." And to prove her point, Marci started to cry again.

Chrissy looked at me and mouthed the word, "Pregnant?"

I was about to answer her when I saw Colt storming over to us. "Step back," I quickly told Chrissy.

Colt only had eyes for Marci when he made his way through the crowd to the bar. "Woman, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you but you're fucking coming with me until we figure this shit out."

We watched Colt pick her up off her barstool and toss her over his shoulder. "She drunk?" he asked me.

"Kamikazes."

"Fuck." Colt doesn't say a thing before he turned to carry her away. Marci was beating on his back with her fists the entire way up the stairs.

Chrissy and I just looked at each other and laughed. "I hope she figures out that she's probably pregnant. If we see her drinking again, we'll have to say something, but this should be interesting," Chrissy said sliding into Marci's barstool.

Dutch was immediately in front of us with two beers. "Thanks for helping me out with Marci," the prospect said with a smile. "She's never acted that way before and I didn't feel like dying today."

"What did she do?" asked my cousin.

"Inappropriately propositioned Dutch then got offended when he said no. Her hormones are a mess I bet. I told her to leave the poor guy alone."

"I really appreciated it, Sophie. I'm getting close to patching in and I don't want to fuck that up. You're a lifesaver. Thanks, babe," he said flashing me a sexy smile.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately knew it was Daryl. "You flirting with my ol' lady, prospect?"

"No, Trax! I was thanking her for helping me with something. That's all. You want another beer? That one looks low. Let me grab you one." And Dutch was gone.

"Everything okay, here?" Daryl asked me before placing a kiss on the side of my head.

I smiled up at him, "Everything's good."

"Okay then, the food's out and I'm starving. Let's get something to eat," he suggested as his hand rubbed my shoulder. That innocent touch still sent shivers of excitement through me. All the way through my body I felt a current that ended up between my legs. How can his rubbing my shoulder get me wet?

Since these pants were so tight, I went without underwear tonight, which is something I don't normally do. I hated panty lines and thongs were just too damn uncomfortable. If he was to touch me between my legs, he would easily find out how wet I was for him already.

Just from a simple touch.

I've never had a guy who affected me the way this man does. I can't get enough of him and I knew if I told him I was already soaking wet for him, we'd never get any food. He'd drag me right upstairs and start fucking me before the door even closed.

Of course, I wanted that, but this was also the first party I had been at and I wanted to get a better feel what this life was going be like. Plus, I was hungry too. So my wetness was going to stay my secret for now.

I slid off the barstool, "Chrissy you coming with us?"

"I see Diesel's on his way over. You guys go ahead and we'll meet you outside," she told me.

Daryl took my hand and we headed through an almost empty clubhouse. It seems everyone had moved outside since that's where the food was. There was a lone couple on one of the sofas where the guy was getting a blowjob.

"I told you Blade loves to flash his dick in public," Daryl commented as we walked by them. Blade gave me a wink and I laughed.

"Yeah, babe from what I can see, he doesn't have anything on you. Maybe he's hoping it'll grow up."

Daryl burst out laughing so hard he had to stop and put his hand against the wall. "I'm am so keeping you," he laughed once he could finally speak.

That was good since I had no plans on giving him up for anything. I loved him more than I had ever thought I could love anyone. Now I just had to find the right time to tell him.