Page 7 of Wheelie's Challenge
“You guessed it,” Rags said.
“The bitch wants to light fire where there isn’t any, and Sofia’s gonna get the worst of it if Tigger hears any of her bullshit. That asshole listens to everyone but Sofia.” Wheelie’s jaw tightened as he ground his teeth.
“Talk to Ruben about it, and back the fuck away from Sofia,” Throttle said.
“Are you ready to go home?” Kimber asked as she ran her fingernails up and down Throttle’s arm. She glanced at Wheelie. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” he said.
“We can head out.” Throttle grasped her hand and pulled her close to him. “We’ll talk later, bro,” he said to Wheelie then looked at Rags. “Are you going to handle the job at the Pederson’s tomorrow morning, or did you want me to go?”
“I’m doing it. I’m taking Mike, Pablo, and Stanley with me.”
“Okay. I’ll take the rest of the crew to work on the new project at Morning Side townhomes.”
“Congrats on getting the landscaping job there,” Wheelie said.
“Thanks. It’s gonna keep us busy all summer and fall. I gotta earn the bucks to buy my woman a new Harley.” Throttle laughed then kissed Kimber on the top of her head. “I’ll see you around,” he said as he and Kimber walked away.
A yearning tinged with melancholy seized Wheelie as he watched Throttle and Kimber—arms wrapped around each other’s waists—amble toward Throttle’s bike. Wheelie had thought that by staying away from Sofia it would make his feelings for her fade, but when he’d seen her, he realized that the emotions he’d tried to suppress were smoldering embers that still had the power to start a forest fire.Dammit!He didn’t want to care about her, and as hard as he tried to erase all thoughts of her from his mind and his life, he couldn’t. Sofia lived in his dreams and his musings, and that fact angered the hell out of him.I don’t have time to care for her. I need to stop this pansy shit and move the fuck on.
“I’ll see you at the clubhouse,” Rags said as he and Blade walked past Wheelie.
He lifted his chin at the two men and shoved his hand in his pocket to fish out his keys. A strong scent of citrus wafted around him, and he turned to his left. The woman who’d been chatting him up earlier stood there smiling at him. Wheelie wracked his brain but couldn’t remember her name. He nodded his head at her.
“Tiffany,” she said, taking a few steps toward him. “You look like you’re ready to leave.” She glanced at the keys in his hand.
“Yeah. Are your friends still here?”
“They’re getting ready to leave. I guess I am too unless you want to have a drink together.”
Wheelie ran his eyes over her quickly: nice shape, decent tits, cute face. Tiffany was someone heshouldhang out with tonight, but he wasn’t in the mood for small talk, although he suspected that she’d be fine with just a few hours of hard fucking. His dick stirred slightly; it had been a while since it’d had any action inside a woman.
“So, what do you say?” Tiffany batted her lashes.
“I’m meeting some friends.” He rocked back on the heel of his boots.
Disappointment streaked her face. “That’s too bad. I was hoping you’d give me a ride on your Harley. I’m guessing you have one.”
“You guessed right.” Wheelie pointed to his bike. “It’s the red one there. I gotta get going.”
“Maybe another time?” She dug through her purse then handed him a card. “Give me a call sometime. I just love Harleys and the men who ride them. I like everything fast and on the edge, if you know what I mean.” Throwing him a seductive smile, she winked.
He glanced down at the card she gave him: Tiffany Vanorshen, Overpayment Specialist, Department of Social Services.Another groupie who wants to fuck a biker.Wheelie would throw her card into a box filled with others that he’d accumulated from women who wanted a fling with the wild side of life. A lot of citizen women who probably lived by the rules gravitated toward him in search of an escape from their day-to-day responsibilities. Sometimes Wheelie would hook up with them and indulge in their fantasies of hard sex and fast riding, but after a couple of women fell completely in love with him, he made it a point to hook up only with the club girls or the hoodrats who came to the club parties. Hoodrats were women who sought the warmth of a pair of strong arms around them while they engaged in a no strings attached relationship. The women were in it for the excitement, and Wheelie was in it for the sex and companionship. When the lust had run its course, he’d move on without any drama from the woman.
“I hope to hear from you soon,” Tiffany said softly, her eyes bright as they stared at him.
His gut twisted.She’s the type to fall hard. No fuckin’ way.Wheelie shoved the card into his pocket. “I gotta go.” Without a backward glance, he strode out of the bar and headed toward his bike.
As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, the cool breeze sweeping over his face brought him back to the times when he’d driven Sofia to the state pen to see Tigger. They’d talk or listen to music with the wind blowing around them. Sofia loved fresh air and she’d always asked him to roll down the windows. A strong craving for her to be behind him on his bike grabbed hold of him, making the empty spot inside him ache. Without thinking, Wheelie veered past the clubhouse, taking a back road around the canyon. He needed to clear his head and riding always did the trick. From the first time he’d ridden on a Harley at fifteen years old, he was hooked, and the ride had become his constant friend; it was the one thing in his life that never let him down.
Two hours later, Wheelie walked into the clubhouse, the sound of the television competing with the strains of a hard rock song resounded around him. He saw Blade, Rags, Skeet, Smokey, and Cruiser sitting around a table playing cards as he went over to the bar, holding up two fingers to the prospect, Skinless. The man with the shaved head and tats running down his arms and neck handed a double shot of Jack to Wheelie. He picked up the glass and headed over to the table.
“Did you score with that hot blonde?” Rags asked as he scooted his chair down to make room for Wheelie’s.
“The one with the tight as hell pants.Damn. She had an ass I’d like to smack,” Blade said, and the men around the table chuckled.
“She also had the look of being hard to get rid of after the fun ends.” Wheelie brought the glass to his mouth.
