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After making sure she’d reset the alarm, he straddled his bike, and took one last look at her standing by the window before he rode away.
* * *
Hard rock beatsfrom local bands floated on the crisp breeze like the autumn leaves falling down from the oak trees. The aroma of smoked meats from the food stalls wafted around the rally, drawing people to them. Slick custom Harley-Davidson motorcycles gleamed under the fading western sun as hordes of leather-clad men and women milled down the aisles appreciating the iron machines. The bike rally had pulled in a record number of bikers and citizens that year, making the Night Rebels pleased that they could cut a hefty check to Bikers Against Child Abuse.
Army waved at Kelly as she walked past in a wet T-shirt plastered against her braless chest. All of the club girls volunteered at the rally either by engaging in the T-shirt competitions or washing bikes in skimpy outfits. Some even squared off with citizen women in the mud pit.
“This event keeps getting bigger every year,” Bones said to Army. Some of the members from the Insurgents MC came down from Pinewood Springs. Bones’ new Forty-Eight Special Sportster was one of the bikes entered into the competition. Hawk had customized it by adding chrome pipes for more sound, and ghoulish demons and a scantily-clad woman holding a big glass of beer decorated the coverings that surrounded the bike.
“Yeah. It’s turning out to be one of the biggest rallies in the Southwest. That bike of yours is a real beaut. How’s the ride?”
“Fucking awesome!” Bones replied.
“I bet. Where’d you get that wicked hood ornament?” Army took the beer the prospect handed him.
“Jerry designs them. Talk to him. He’s got a ton of kickass ornaments. Hawk’s got them at his shop, but Jerry’ll custom one just for you.” Bones lifted the plastic cup of beer to his mouth.
“I’ll hit him up for sure. How’s life treating you in Pinewood?”
Bones tossed the cup into one of the large trashcans. “Not bad. I hear you got a woman. When Eagle told me that, I almost shit a brick.”
“Ialmost shit a brick. Mia sucker-punched me.” Army chuckled.
Dressed in a long-sleeved crop top and short shorts, Kelly came back over and stood next to him. “Buzz is looking for you,” she said, her eyes on Bones.
“Thanks. I’ll catch up with him.” Army laughed to himself because he could practically see Kelly salivating. Whenever he and Bones hung out, he noticed women checking out both of them. Several of the club girls loved it when Bones came into town, and they tried to outdo each other in an attempt to have him hook up with one of them during his stay. Sometimes he’d hook up with just one club woman the whole time, sometimes he’d try out a few of them. Kelly had a real soft spot for him. Army wondered if Bones would pick her or one of the others.
“How’ve you been?” Kelly asked softly.
Bones glanced at her, his dark chocolate eyes roaming over her body. “Good. You?”
“Real good.” She placed her hands on her lower back which pushed out her chest more. Army sniggered then scanned the area for Buzz. Spotting the tall guy, he chugged down the rest of his beer then said, “I’m gonna see what Buzz wants. You coming?”
Bones’ long dark hair fell over his shoulder when he shook his head no. “I’ll see you around,” he said, his gaze fixed on Kelly’s tits.
Army lifted his chin to Bones then walked over to Buzz, who was checking out a killer bike in metallic lime green.
“Hey,” he said, coming around to Buzz’s side. “I noticed that bike earlier this morning. It’s fuckin’ wicked.”
“I spoke to the biker who owns this work of art. He customized it himself. I love the way he mixes the green with the chrome. Even the fuckin’ hubcaps are decked out.”
“I’d love to get an older Harley and take my time in fixing it up. I’m good with the mechanical stuff, but can’t draw a damn straight line, so I’d have to hire out to do the art stuff. Did you see Bones’ bike? Hawk customized it and another dude in the Insurgents, Jerry, made the ornament. I’m gonna hit him up to make one for me.”
“I saw Bones’ bike earlier. Selling all that weed is paying off big for the Insurgents. The bike is a showpiece, and it must’ve cost him a fortune,” Buzz replied.
Army whistled over to the prospect. Razor rushed over. “Two beers,” he said, and Razor tilted his head and hurried away.
“How was Durango?” Buzz asked.
Army’s head flinched back slightly. “You asked me that last night. The answer is still that it was good.”
Buzz chuckled. “Last night I was drunk as shit and only had pussy on the brain.”
Army guffawed. “Sounds about right.”
“That chick you brought to the party last Saturday, she’s an MMA fighter, right?” Buzz took the plastic cup from the prospect.
“Yeah. Have you seen her fight?”
