Page 31 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)
Bama
After a busy morning, we hit the road. Mostly officers went, but a few members did as well. We left some behind because we never left the clubhouse fully unattended. A couple of bunnies stayed behind as well to manage the place and keep those fuckers fed.
Linny tried to argue about wearing the jacket I bought her, but thankfully the morning air was crisp for once, so she agreed after I walked her outside then explained the highway was different than the backroads we took.
She was still new to riding. My brothers and I knew what we were doing but there were plenty of assholes on the road who liked to fuck with bikers.
At least if she had a jacket on, she’d be less likely to get severe road rash.
Plus, she found out it didn’t make her hot.
When we got home, I’d have to take her to the shop and let her pick out some of her own gear and talk to the sales associates.
She thought I was being overly cautious.
It didn’t help my argument that Pinkie and some of the others didn’t wear any gear.
But Glenda encouraged her, so she agreed.
The ride was perfect. The humidity was low for our area, and the traffic was light.
We didn’t leave the clubhouse until after rush hour traffic died down some, so it moved well.
The trucks were out, and she held on a little tighter each time we had to pass one but I wasn’t too worried about them.
Same as with us, most of them were great drivers but the idiots who didn’t respect their size and inability to stop on a dime were a problem.
Once we were off the highway, she loosened her grip on me and my back missed her heat. When we finally stopped at a red light, I reached back and tugged her closer. Her chest bounced with a laugh, but she tucked up against me.
One of the houses was on the corner of the strip and a side street, with the other right next to it facing the beach.
They were typical beach houses; three stories, white with pink shutters on one, pale green on the other.
There was a shared pool between the two in the back, but the front of the houses faced the beach.
There was a huge condo in the way of view, but there was an access ramp next to it for folks to get down to the ocean.
The corner house had a tiny bit of view from the very corner between the two condos but Hammer and Rogers took the rooms.
“Wow!” Linny said as we claimed an empty room. “This is amazing!” She walked outside to the patio.
I followed her, draping my arm over her shoulders. “Not much of a view but it’s nice out.”
She patted my chest. “It’s perfect. And holy shit, I’ve never seen so many motorcycles in my life! Not even on TV!”
Chuckling, I said, “Welcome to Thunder Beach. Speaking of, why don’t we get Sofie and head down to the beach for a bit. I got some shit to handle with the guys in a while but I have a little time.”
She grabbed my cut, pulling me down to her. Her kiss was deep and hungry. Wolf whistles came from the street, so she pulled away, looking down but then smiled back up at me. “Thank you.”
Pushing a few wild, green hairs from her cheek, I asked, “For what?”
“For this life with you.”
My hand went to the back of her head, pulling her mouth back to mine. After we created another commotion below, I pulled back. “I love you. Thanks for doing this life with me.”
***
We took Sofie to the beach for a few hours.
Glenda, Pinkie, and a few bunnies joined us.
We rented some umbrellas for them and lugged coolers down.
The temps were warm but not brutally hot.
The water was warm enough for Sofie, but I preferred it warmer.
That didn’t keep me from playing anyway.
I had to be with Hammer for some shit on this trip, so I wanted to take advantage of the time I had with my girls.
They all insisted on staying at the beach when I had to head back up. I had Ollie head down and stay with them. Hammer just needed the officers because we’d be talking shop, and Sofie was comfortable with him. But I wasn’t leaving them alone on the beach.
Once Ollie was set up with plenty of sandwiches for everyone and some extra drinks, I showered and found Hammer.
Prez, Rogers, Froggy, and I headed out on our Harleys to meet some guys at The Bike Rack. They had a ton of shit happening and always a full parking lot for this. It made it easy to talk and do business because nobody wondered why a group of bikers were all in the same place when there was a rally.
Hammer was working on some new buyers, and we wanted to touch base with existing ones to see if they needed additional items.
While Hammer was doing business, we were keeping our eyes peeled for nosy mother fuckers and we’d all been told to listen out for any word on the Bloody Scorpions.
They showed up at the rally last fall and in the spring.
As far as we knew they didn’t start any shit, but most clubs didn’t give them the time of day.
We made our rounds, said hello to some old friends, and grabbed some beers while we checked out a burn-out competition. Soon, the sun was going down but it hadn’t gotten completely dark out yet. The music seemed to get louder, and the real partying was just beginning.
“Hey, motherfucker!” someone yelled behind us.
We all turned to see who it was and I stood up, meeting the tall man halfway. His dark hair was pulled into a ponytail.
“What’s happening, Jackal?” Jackal was a buddy in a club closer to where I used to live in Georgia.
He was a bit older than me and recently became an enforcer with DEMC.
I’d stopped by their clubhouse a couple of months before Linny blew in.
I recognized the woman he was with but she was wearing a cut this time, and probably meant she had a property patch, so I didn’t bring up our last interaction.
“Good to see ya. Is Hawk here?” Hawk was the president of Jackal’s club.
He shook his head. “Naw. Still dealing with some shit. But a few of us came down. Just for a couple of nights.”
“I remember you,” the brown-skinned woman said, holding her finger up. “I think you hit on me.”
“Lil Bird,” Jackal said, giving her a stern look. “Bygones, man. She’s claimed now, though.” He turned her around and pulled her dark hair off her back to reveal her property patch.
“Congrats. I just claimed my Ol' Lady, too. Where y’all staying?”
Lil Bird, as her name patch read and Jackal called her, said, “Some house down the beach. It’s pretty nice, though.”
“Lil Bird,” Jackal said again, more softly than before. “She’s having a really good time.” He mocked drinking.
“I can’t wait for the wet t-shirt contest,” she said as she looked around at the people passing by.
Jackal rolled his eyes. “Anyway, yeah, just up that way. Eagle got hitched and his Ol' Lady wanted to come down then she found out,” he said pointing to Lil Bird, “So here I am. But supposed to leave Saturday. Got a run coming up to prep for.”
After a few more minutes of small talk, I said, “I’m sure we’ll see you around. You don’t have too much fun now,” I told his Ol' Lady.
She cocked a brow and said, “I’ll do what I want. And it’s Dr. Raja. You missed out.” She waved her finger through the air.
Jackal grabbed her and gently led her in the opposite direction, leaning to say something in her ear. She was a handful.
After wandering around a while, not picking up on any good info about anything, I caught up with Hammer over by some trailers. “We about done?”
Hammer was feeling good. He had a beer in one hand, and a patch chaser in the other. “Hey Bama. I’m good man, but you can go on.”
Two blonde women in cut-off shorts and tube-tops came up to me, one on the right, one on the left. “Hey, baby. Where you going?” They immediately got grabby.
Shrugging them off, I said, “Back to my Ol' Lady.” They both huffed and turned, flipping their hair as they walked off. “You sure you’re good?” I asked. Hammer wasn’t wobbling yet, but he was probably one drink away.
Rogers came over. “He’s good. I’ll be here.
” His eyes, dark as fuck with blown out pupils, followed a woman in a bikini and combat boots.
She stopped, smiled at him, then stuck her hand down her bikini, playing with herself as she stared him down.
“Don’t worry about us. Go on home to the ball and chain.
” He slapped my shoulder and went to grab the woman who started without him.
Rogers didn’t often partake in that kind of fun, but I knew they brought some X with them, so he must have been feeling really good.
I had my time with drugs, but found it best not to test much of the product.
The club mostly ran guns, but we did a little dealing on the side from time to time. And I kept my contacts open for Allie.
Several more women practically tackled me on my way to my Harley. I probably was meaner than I had to be, but I was tired, hungry, and ready to bury my face into my Ol' Lady’s pussy.
Ol' Lady. She’s my Ol' Lady . And none of these patch chasers and wannabe bunnies held a candle to her.