BABY GIRL II For the Ones We Love Read online

  “What do you want?” I asked as I rolled my shoulders.

  “You,” she responded, looking down at her feet.

  “Me what? You want me to what?” I insisted as I nibbled and kissed her neck.

  “You,” she repeated.

  I pressed against her soaking wet pussy and slid the entire length of my cock inside. She gasped and slapped the basin with one hand.

  “Oh God. I wasn’t ready for that. You feel so good,” she sighed.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked, pressing myself deeper into her.

  “Whatever you want,” she looked over her shoulder.

  “What do you want?” I looked into her eyes.

  “I want you, Erik,” she lowered her head.

  I slowly pulled myself from inside of her and grabbed my belt. I reached down and forced my erection into my jeans and zipped them. I took a several steps from the basin. As I buckled my belt she turned around and stared in my direction. With a look of disgust and surprise, she reached for her jeans. After she pulled her jeans up, she reached back and removed her hair from her ponytail.

  She bent over, shook her head, and then stood - flipping her head to the rear. She reached back, collected her hair, and pulled it into a pony tail. As she walked up and grabbed my left arm, she sighed.

  “You ready?” she turned, looked up at me, and puckered her lips.

  I nodded my head and kissed her, “Yeah. Let’s go eat.”

  Try as I might, this girl will not allow me to break her. She is either stronger than every other woman I have ever met, or she is…well, she is simply amazing. The potential for her to be as amazing as she seems is not probable. It is possible, but not probable. I cocked my face to the side. She looked up, to her right, and smiled. As happy as ever.

  “Good looking out, Jake,” I said as we passed by the front of the basin.

  I turned and looked at her again in disbelief as we walked across the lot. In the sun, her black hair appeared to have blue streaks in in. I admired the healthy appearance of it, even in a ponytail after a day of riding.

  “Your hair. Your hair is beautiful. I want you to know that, Kelli. It’s truly beautiful,” I nodded at her as I spoke.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  We walked up to the table and sat down with a portion of the group we had ridden with all day. Everyone had either finished eating or had not started yet. Most were drinking beer. From the other side, Teddy leaned forward, pressing his forearms onto the table when we sat down.

  “I’m gonna get in that fuckin’ tank and take a swim. Jake needs relieved of duty. Anyone wanna try their luck at dunkin’ me? And where you two fuckers run off to?” he asked, focusing on Kelli.

  “We were…” I started to answer.

  “Shut it, Doc,” Teddy said in my direction as he turned to face Kelli.

  “Baby girl, where you two been?” he asked as he turned his palm up in between his face and mine.

  “Doc’s back tire looked low on air pressure, so we borrowed a gauge from a guy in the parking lot and checked it. It was about, uhhmm what, Doc? Uhhmm fifteen pounds low, so we rode to the gas station up on twenty-first street and filled it. We just got back,” Kelli placed her chin in her hand and smiled.

  Teddy turned and looked at me, raising his eyebrows.

  “Doc?”

  “Fifteen pounds,” I shrugged.

  Teddy scrunched his nose, pushed himself away from the table and scoffed.

  I grabbed the sleeve of Kelli’s shirt and pulled her closer to me.

  “Kiss me, baby girl,” I said, turning my chin upward.

  As she kissed me, I closed my eyes and reached to the back of her neck with my right hand. I squeezed her neck softly as we kissed, and pulled her face tight to mine. I leaned back, looked in her eyes, and smiled. I pulled her closer and kissed her again. As our lips parted, I licked her upper lip lightly with the tip of my tongue.

  “I like kissing you, baby girl,” I released her neck from my hand.

  She leaned forward and positioned her lips next to my left ear.

  “Fifteen pounds,” she whispered.

  “Fifteen pounds is a lot, Doc. Especially on the rear, hell with her added weight, surprised you didn’t wreck that bastard. I’m getting a beer. Anybody?” A-Train turned to Teddy as he spoke.

  “No, I’m getting in the tank. Babe, you coming?” Teddy said as he slapped at Heather’s hair, knocking it into her face.

  “Yes, I’m going to dunk you. Kelli you want to try?” Heather asked as she flipped her hair out of her eyes.

  “Not going to eat?” I turned to Kelli and asked.

  “I’m still full from the hot dog we got in Augusta. I wanna try and dunk him,” she answered, smiling.

  “Have fun,” I said as I stood from my seat.

  “C’mon Train. I’m going to get some food,” I motioned to the food line and straightened the legs of my jeans.

  “I gotta piss, Doc. Grab your chow, I’ll be back in a minute,” he turned and walked toward the restroom.

  Walking to the table with my plate of food, through the large open garage-type door I noticed the girls. They were out at the duck tank, both throwing balls at the same time at the target. I could hear Teddy screaming.

  “You noodle armed bitches can’t throw a lick,”

  I shook my head and somewhat envied the fun that Teddy often had. He was a true friend. As tough as he was, he always found a place from within that allowed him to have fun when there was fun to be had.

  He pulled off his shirt and growled as they tossed balls furiously at the target. I approached the table and laid down my plate.

  “Your girl sure is pretty, Doc,” Easter took a drink of his beer and winced as I sat down.

  “Thanks, Bun. She’s prospecting,” I laughed as I took a bite of the brisket on my plate.

  “Trying her out?”

  “Something like that,” I said as I shoved another large bite in my mouth.

  “Seen A-Train?” I scanned the area for The Train.

  “Nope, ain’t seen him since earlier,” Easter made another awful face as he choked down a drink.

  “I don’t know why you drink that shit,” I chuckled.

  “All they got, Doc.”

  “This ain’t bad bar-b-que at all. But damn, I hate the taste of this beer,” he finished his cup of beer and threw the cup toward the trash can.

  “Better than last year, huh Bunny?” I responded as I finished my brisket.

  “Where’s the girls?” he asked, looking from the table out into the parking lot.

  “They’re out at the dunk tank, trying to sink Crash. Neither of them can throw worth a shit. They’ve been out there for almost an hour,” I chuckled as I looked at my watch.

  “Doc, we need to talk,” Shakey startled me as he bellowed from behind me.

  “Son-of-a-bitch. Sit down, Shake. There’s plenty of room, it’s just the two of us,” I said over my shoulder.

  “Doc, it’s uhhmm. Well, it’s that damned…Oh, shit. He’s over there with the Great Plains bunch. Cock sucker,” he stammered as he spoke.

  “What in the absolute fuck are you talking about Shake?” I wiped my hands on my napkin and stood.

  “Bunny, toss that shit in the trash, would ya?”

  “Sure Doc,” Easter replied.

  I walked away from the table with my arm around Shakey and stopped by the trash can, which was fifteen feet or so from the table where I had been seated.

  “Now what the fuck, Shakey? Jesus.” I straightened my jeans and stretched my legs.

  “Doc, it’s that fucking Slick. He’s here. He’s riding with that Great Plains bunch. They’re over by the beer kegs. And fucking Train saw him. Train’s eye-fucking him…trying to get him to do something. I’d have…well…I couldn’t find The Bone. You know I’d have talked to him first, but nobody knows…”

  “Well, fuck. Settle down. Shit, this probably isn’t the last time we’ll see him. I imagine he’s
out on bail. We voted, Shake. You were there. We’re going to let the law settle this. Even King agreed that he’s going to let the court decide his fate. We don’t need the attention of trying to handle this, even if it’s an ass whipping. Understood?” frustrated, I responded sternly.

  “Well. Yeah, it’s a respect thing. But A-Train. Holy shit, Doc, you know how he gets about right and wrong…” Shakey said.

  “Alright, let me go get the fucking Train away from him, and you go sit the fuck down. Jesus fucking fuck. Sit down with Bunny and if you tell him, tell him what I said. And stay here, I don’t want to hunt you two down,” I said as I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans.

  I looked toward the beer kegs. I recognized the Great Plains colors, and saw Slick drinking a beer beside them. A-Train stood about twenty feet away and was posted up against the wall with his arms crossed.

  The building we used for the after ride party was a large building owned by the city. It was often leased for weddings and other celebrations, and was a large open building with a band playing on stage at one end. There were approximately a hundred picnic style tables set up, the stage at one side, and the beer at the other. Food was a serve-yourself affair that was set up by the beer kegs. I slowly walked toward the end where the food and beer was served.

  One, two, three, four. And Slick. All wearing boots, all have on their cuts. Oldest one is probably forty. Big one in the middle has the President patch. Perfect.

  I walked into A-Train’s line of sight, steeping between him and Slick.

  “Train, walk with me a minute, brother,” I said as I approached.

  He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slowly side to side.

  “God damn it, Train, we don’t need a mess here, let’s walk,” I pleaded, motioning toward the door with my head.

  “Erik, I’m staying here,” he said, staring straight ahead chewing on a cigarette.

  “Erik, huh? Well, I hate to pull rank, but we voted. And you’re a member. The club made a decision. You know what that decision was. This is in the club’s best interest. Let’s walk,” I slowly rolled my shoulders popped my neck.

  “You gonna whip me, Erik?” he asked, now focused on me.

  “You know better than that, brother…”

  “Don’t brother me, Erik. On this earth we have two things, right and wrong. He stole Nacho’s bike. He broke into Shake’s house. He had keys to damn near all of our houses. And you all voted. Fine. But the piece of shit came to our run. Ours. He’s rubbing it in our faces. And that, Doc, is wrong,” he looked down at the floor.

  “I agree, it’s wrong. You’re right, Train,” as I spoke, he shifted his focus from the floor to my eyes.

  “It’s wrong. But, I am reminding you as a dues paying long-standing member of this club, to abide by the minutes of the meeting we just had. Now, walk with me. Do not jeopardize the club,” I whispered sharply.

  “You know, Erik…you know,” he rubbed his head, “if a man burns a building down in the city, commits arson…of say a million dollar building, and you catch him in the act – you can’t kill him. You just call the cops. Turn him in. If a man steals billions, say electronically, from people…you know like them big money guys do…” he paused and looked up.

  “Hell, later the people that are stolen from end up committing suicide because of the losses. He can steal their entire retirement - but, if you catch him in the act, you just call the Fed’s. You can’t do nothing else. There’s one crime, just one, that if someone’s committing it and you catch ‘em, you can kill ‘em, no questions asked. That’s robbing a man’s house. If a man’s robbing your house, and you wake up and shoot him, there’s no questions asked. Know why, Erik? You know why?” he asked.

  I shook my head slowly, thinking about what he said.

  “Because a man’s home is sacred, and it should be. It’s what we’re allowed to do to protect the one’s we love. He robbed Shake’s house. He broke in. He’s just. He’s a piece of shit, Doc. And I didn’t vote.” He spit his cigarette on the floor and rubbed his head.

  “That he is,” I responded as I turned and started walking to the door. Over my shoulder I saw him step on his cigarette and slowly start walking behind me.

  As we got close to the table where Easter and Shake were sitting, I noticed The Bone outside talking to Jake.

  “Bunny, Shakey, c’mon,” I motioned to the door.

  “Fella’s,” Bone said as we walked up beside him.

  “Bone, we have a situation inside,” I sighed.

  “Slick?” he asked as he took a drag off of his cigarette.

  “Yeah,” I laughed, not really surprised that he already knew.

  “Leave it alone, fella’s. We voted. It’s final, he’ll get his. Make no mistake about it, he’ll get his. I’ve already talked to the prosecutor. I’ve talked to the detective on the case. I talked to the fucking cops that raided his house. He’ll get his,” he said as he tossed his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with the toe of his boot.

  “Well, it’s settled,” I said as I glanced at Easter, Shakey and A-Train.

  “It was settled a week ago,” The Bone reminded us.

  “I’m sunburnt as fourteen motherfuckers,” Teddy said as he walked up to the group.

  “Holy shit, Crash,” I laughed.

  The portions of his face that weren’t covered in beard were bright red. His cheeks looked almost swollen, and his lips were chafed terribly.

  “Well, fuck. I was in that damned dunk tank for an hour. It was hot as absolute fuck, so I kept splashing water on my face. Sun beat down on me the whole time. I’m ready to get the fuck out of here, who’s got clean-up?” Teddy asked, his cheeks glowing red.

  “Prospects and the girls from the bar,” Bone responded.

  “Then I ain’t gonna be nothin’ but a memory. I ain’t huggin’ none of ya either. I’m burnt the fuck up. Great turn out, boss,” Teddy said as he turned toward the dunk tank and started walking.

  Heather and Kelli were both throwing baseballs at the target, attempting unsuccessfully to dunk a fireman.

  “Excuse me, fella’s. You alright Train?” I said as I turned my head toward the dunk tank.

  I looked at A-Train and waited for a response.

  “You straight?” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my chin down.

  “Train?” The Bone asked in an elevated tone.

  “As a fucking string,” he responded as he spit on the ground.

  “Fellas,” I nodded my head and turned toward the dunk tank.

  “Baby girl, you have got to be exhausted,” I said as I walked up to Kelli and Heather.

  “I’m fine, I’m having fun. Is it time to go?” she asked as she picked up baseballs from the net that was set up behind the target.

  “Well, Crash and Heather are heading out. We need to go in just a bit,” I replied.

  “Yes sir,” she sighed.

  “Take your time, Kelli. Dunk that prick. Make me proud of you,” I laughed.

  I turned to Heather and opened my arms for a hug. “Take care of that face of his, Heather,” I said as she squeezed me.

  “You know I will, Erik. Is it okay to call you Erik now?” she laughed.

  I smiled and nodded as she broke my hug and walked away.

  “Bye, Kelli,” she waved as Kelli continued to throw baseballs at the target. The fireman heckled Kelli before each toss.

  Across the lot, I saw the group separating. Bone and A-Train remained talking as the others walked away. Train was tough to argue with. In his world, there wasn’t any shade of Grey. There was black and there was white. I didn’t disagree with what he said; Slick was a piece of shit - and he was wrong for having showed up to our poker run. But our club had procedures. And, being a member meant that you followed the procedures, rules, and decisions of the club.

  As Heather and Teddy pulled away, I heard a crack and a loud splash. I turned and looked at the dunk tank. The group gathered around the tank was cheering. The fireman was throwi
ng a fit, jokingly. I squinted and looked into the tank as he stood. Six foot six and covered in tattoos. One of Fifty-Four’s finest.

  Fucking Otis.

  Kelli tossed the baseballs into the net and walked my direction. I looked at the tank and laughed. It couldn’t have happened to a better man. Otis was big and could be mean, but was naturally as nice of a human being as one could ever ask to encounter. As he climbed onto the seat and chuckled, he waved.

  Kelli walked up to me and she smiled.

  “As instructed,” she placed her hands on her hips and continued, “you proud of me?”

  “As a peacock,” I said as I picked her up into my arms.

  As a peacock.

  TEDDY. “Well, it fuckin’ stinks, don’t it? Like a big fuckin’ turd,” I said as I stuck my fork in the bowl as I got another scoop of noodles.

  “I really don’t like this at all, but we’ll never know. We’ll think, we’ll wonder, but we won’t know,” Doc said as he poked his chop sticks in his mouth.

  “I don’t know how the fuck you use those things. Pickin’ up food with two sticks is just plain dumb. The gooks do it because they ain’t got steel mills in them little villages. No steel mills means there’s no steel utensils. No utensils means you gotta make do. You ain’t gotta make do, Doc,” I said as I fished around in the bowl for another piece of meat.

  “So, what should we do?” Doc reached down with his chop sticks and picked up a piece of onion about the size of a pea.

  He held the onion in front of his face with the chopsticks, and started again.

  “We can tell the club, not tell the club…it’s not necessarily a club issue. I don’t know, the more I think, it is a club issue. Shit, Let me think,” he said as he poked the onion in his mouth.

  “It is what it is, Doc. Shit, the purse is gone. Slick was at the run. Slick’s a thief. It’s pretty simple math, as you say,” I picked up my bowl and started to drink the broth.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Doc hollered.

  “Eatin’ my fuckin’ lunch. I got to eat it all, this shit don’t stick with me too long,” I said over the top of the bowl.

  Every time Doc was allowed to choose where to eat lunch, we ate it at the same place. My Tho. Back in the day, it was a Vietnamese billiards hall and soup house. They served soup. That’s it. Soup and bread, take your pick. The people that ran the joint were friends of Doc’s, and were two of the nicest men I had ever met. You could tell by lookin’ in their eyes that they weren’t afraid of creatin’ trouble. They rode in a Vietnamese bike club, and they always acted respectful. It really didn’t matter if we were eatin’ in here, or out ridin’ on the road, these fellas were top-notch.