Page 34 of Wheelie's Challenge
For a long pause, he stared at her, silence filling in the air around them. Wheelie caressed the side of her face. “You’re important to me.”
“Hearing you say that means the world to me, but I also know how important the Insurgents are to your life. We can make this happen without you losing the brotherhood and me getting killed by Tigger. We just have to pretend for another week or so. I’ll talk to Cara tomorrow.”
“If that’s the way you wanna play it. Just make sure you don’t let Tigger know anything. You know to call me ifanythinghappens, right? I know Cara won’t tell anyone, even Hawk, if you tell her not to.”
“So, it’s settled. Now, I want to forget about all the shit in my life and just lose myself on the back of your bike. When are we going to Hanging Lake?”
Wheelie kissed her then chuckled. “I like a woman who appreciates a good ride. If you’re ready, we can leave now.”
The road stretched ahead, curving around the mountain as it hugged the land. With her arms snug around Wheelie’s waist, Sofia’s body moved in sync with the Harley, and she welcomed the rush of warm air around her. As the bike sped on, Sofia could see the amber flint of rivers and the occasional mirror-like flash of a mountain lake. Wildflowers glowed with bright-colored butterflies offering pops of color amid the dark green of the pines, and behind the gossamer clouds, the bluish-hued mountain peaks soared.
Wheelie looked behind him and winked at her, and she pressed closer to him and kissed his cheek.This is what I want: to live loudly and without fear, and atthatmoment, she believed it was possible. Wheelie meant everything to Sofia; the way he treated her, and the words he spoke, told her she meant something to him. Her world felt complete except for one real fact: Tigger wouldneverlet her go. The thought shrieked through her mind, and a lump of fear coiled in the pit of her stomach. Sofia shook her head in an attempt to break up the thought, and she hugged Wheelie tighter, willing herself to dwell only in the moment.
As the Harley climbed up the pass, coolness replaced warmth. Waterfalls flowed from steeply angled rock formations, shimmering like threads of metallic silver, and Sofia focused on the tiny prisms of light bouncing off the waters’ mist.
But… as hard as she tried, a small niggle of doom had taken root in the back of her mind, refusing to go away.
Chapter Eleven
Tucker Nelson’s heavyboots thumped rhythmically on the diner’s linoleum floor as he followed the blonde hostess. His eyes were on her swaying ass, and when she turned her head as if sensing his stare, he gazed at her unabashedly and offering no apology. Redness streaked her cheeks and she sped up her pace until she put a menu on the table and mumbled, “Your waitress will over shortly.”
Gawking at her breasts in her too tight uniform, Tucker nodded and slipped in the booth. The hostess scampered away, getting lost in the crowd. He stared out the large window watching cars coming and going from Ruthie’s Diner.
“Can I getcha something to drink?” the waitress asked, setting a glass of ice water in front of him.
Tucker noticed her big tits before he saw her face. He licked his lips then slowly looked up at her. “Is your root beer homemade, or is it the shit that comes from a fountain machine,Brenda?” he asked while glancing at her name tag.
“Homemade. You want it?”
“A large.”
“Got it.” The waitress whirled around and ambled away, and Tucker felt a tug in his pants as he pictured the blonde hostess sucking the cute brunette’s tits as he shoved into her sopping pussy. He shifted in his seat and took out his phone. “Asshole,” he said under his breath as he read Russ’ text. It was the twentieth one he’d sent since Tucker arrived in town the day before.
Tucker:Quit sending me all these fucking texts. U’ll know when I’ve killed him.
He turned off his phone and placed his feet on the seat across from him. Tucker figured it’d take him a few days to learn the biker’s routine then he’d shoot him in the head or back when he least expected it.Not a hard way to earn twenty thousand.The only complication: The dude was a member of a one percenter MC. He’d have to be careful not to rush things along, and Russ texting him every minute was driving Tucker nuts.
“Here’s your root beer. Are you ready to order?” Brenda asked, pen and pad in hand.
“The bacon double cheeseburger and… how’s the green chili?”
“It’s good. It’s one of our most popular items.”
“Is it hot and spicy like you?” Tucker’s lips curled up.
Brenda licked her lips. “Not as hot.”
He chuckled and scratched his beard. “Now you’re making me curious.”
She winked at him. “So, do you want a cup of the chili?”
“I sure do, darlin’.” Tucker stared at her nicely shaped ass as she sashayed to the counter until he lost sight of her. He tugged at the bristles on his face that were as thick as a house broom.
After finishing his burger and chili, he sipped his root beer while watching Brenda flirt with a table of men wearing cowboy hats. Every once in a while he saw her give him sidelong glances, and he debated about asking her out and then inviting her to his motel room. Dragging his eyes away from her, he turned on his phone and cussed under his breath when he saw three text messages from Russ. As much as he wanted to fuck Brenda, he was in Pinewood Springs to do a job: kill Wheelie. He couldn’t afford to screw up, because not only did he need the money, but the last thing he wanted was to go back to prison. Spending twelve years in that hellhole was more than enough for anyone’s lifetime.
“Do you want anything else? We got real good peach cobbler, and our coconut cream pie just won an award last year.” Brenda gave him the type of smile that told him she was hoping he’d ask for her number.
“I’ll try the cobbler. You must know a lot of people in this town. I’m looking for a friend of mine from years ago. We went to high school together in Denver. I’m living in LA now and just passing through and remembered that he’d moved here after we graduated.”
