Page 25 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I wasn’t planning on going, but seeing what’s happening at one of our chapters, I’ll be there,” Banger said.
“Are you going, Hawk?” Buffalo asked.
Before the VP could answer, Banger, shaking his head, said, “We need Hawk here. We got that big firearms deal going down during the week of the rally. So I’ll need Rock, Helm, Axe, Bones, Wheelie, Hog, Gopher, Cruiser, and Puck to stay put. I’d say we only need about three more members in addition to me to head over to the rally. You can let me or Hawk know by the end of the day.”
The rest of church was routine club business and a report from Hubcap about their finances.
When Banger announced church was over, the men filed out and spilled into the great room. The club girls jumped up from the couches and greeted them while the prospects scurried around serving each member his favorite drink.
Diesel downed a cold beer in a few gulps, then headed to his room. He turned the knob softly and entered. Myla stood looking out the window, her back to him. The tight jeans she wore molded to her shapely ass and hugged her hips very nicely.Damn.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
He tore his gaze away from her behind and glanced at her face. A soft blush stained her cheeks red.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
“No, it’snotokay.” He turned away and walked over to the closet.
An awkward silence permeated the room as Diesel pretended to look through his hanging shirts.
“Did you have a good meeting?” Myla asked in a small voice.
“Yeah.”
“That’s good.”
He felt her gaze on him, but he kept pushing aside T-shirts on the clothes rack, one by one.
“What are you looking for?”
“Something.”
Silence drowned the room again. Then he heard her footsteps tapping behind him.
“It’s a bit claustrophobic in here. I’m going outside for some fresh air.”
Diesel heard the door close, then her footfalls on the stairs. He slammed the closet door shut.This is bullshit.So Myla caught him checking her out. So what. He was a man, and she was an attractive woman.It’s just fucking biology. It doesn’t mean shit.He should hook up with a club girl. Nina had been giving him the eye all week. She had a great pair of tits, and she liked it when he squeezed and played roughly with them while she sucked his cock.
Diesel ran a comb through his hair, then headed to the great room.
“You want a shot?” Throttle asked as he came through the doorway.
“Nah. Have you seen Nina?”
A huge grin spread across his friend’s face. “She was just asking about you. She’s in the kitchen making me a sandwich. Nina will be happy to see you. It’s about time you had a good fuck. Rags was telling me you’ve been going through a dry spell.”
Diesel glared. “I’m not going through shit. And tell Rags to get his fuckin’ nose outta my business.”
Throttle laughed. “Don’t sweat it, dude.”
“I’m not.”
“Here she comes.” Throttle sat down.
“Here you go,” the club girl said, placing a plate in front of the biker. She looked up at Diesel and smiled. “How’ve you been?”
