Page 78 of Flyboy's Nightingale
I watch as various emotions flit through her eyes and hold my breath as I wait for her answer. My world tilts when a smile spreads across her imp-like face.
Her smile is painfully beautiful. “Let’s do it. Let’s go for a ride.”
We spend the rest of the night, and into the next morning, riding through the hills of Tennessee. Just as the sun starts to rise, I pull into the shabby motel I’ve been staying in while in town. I park directly before my room, kicking my kickstand down and allowing her to slide off the bike before I stand. We’re so close that I can see the gold flecks in her bright blue eyes.
We don’t move, just watch each other without saying a word. Cheyenne takes me by surprise when she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist and slanting her mouth over mine. I kiss her like it’s going to be the last time we’re ever going to be together. Blindly, I walk us toward my motel room. I reach the door, bracing her against it as I try to dig my keycard out of my pants, and hold her with one hand cupping her fine ass. About the time I get the keycard out of my cut the door behind Cheyenne opens, revealing an annoyed looking older woman.
“Can I help you?” she sneers, looking between us disapprovingly.
Cheyenne pulls away from the kiss, turning to the older woman. “I’m so sorry! We’ll be on our way now.”
When Cheyenne turns back to me, she bursts out laughing, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. Her laughter warms the darkest parts of my being. I look left and right, finding that I’m two doors down from my own. I drag Cheyenne away from the older woman’s door and make my way to my room. Cheyenne starts kissing me up and down my neck, eliciting a groan to erupt from deep within my chest.
I finally get her into my room and pin her against the wall, pulling her mouth back to mine. The kiss leads into us spendingthe rest of the morning fucking on every surface, and in every position possible until the sun is set high in the sky, rendering us incapable of keeping our eyes open any longer. I close my eyelids with Cheyenne tucked close into my body, anchoring me to the present and keeping away the ghost from my past.
Peeling my eyes open, I reach out to my side, finding the bed empty and cold. Bolting upright on the mattress, I listen for any movement, not finding any. I look around the small room, not seeing any of her stuff scattered around. My vibrating phone in my cut brings my attention to the small table under the window, where Cheyenne hung it on the chair when she slid it off my shoulders.
On the table, a piece of paper lays. Standing, I make my way to the table first reaching in my cut to grab my phone, ensuring everything is okay before I read the words she wrote.
Smith,
You never fail to make things better—if only for a moment. We can’t do this again. I’ve taken a job in a different town.
Live your life like you ride your bike. Fearless and happy!
Chey!
I want to be angry, only I can’t. I’ve always known this wasn’t going to turn into a long-lasting relationship.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“We need you home. It’s Mom and Blue!” Wesson’s tone is chilling, it has me rushing to slide my clothes on and head for the door.
His words rip my chest open, leaving my heart shattered on the floor. I can’t lose both Mom and Blue. One is bad enough, but both, that’d not only rock my little family, but leave the club obliterated. Steel can’t function without her, and Blue is mother to us all. I can’t find the words to reply to him. I just stand there, staring at the nasty, dirt ridden carpet.
“Smith! Fucking, hell. Smith, answer me!” Wesson yells.
I snap back to the here and now, and finish pulling the rest of my clothes on. Pulling the door open, I step outside as the sun is beginning to set. It’s too beautiful out here to be getting the type of news that I just received. I make it to my bike taking a seat on it as I finish the call.
“Where’s Rem?” I snap, the heartbreak I’m suffering choking me up.
“With Vixen and Edge at the clubhouse. Things aren’t looking good! How long will it take you to get here?” Wesson sighs.
“I’m about three and half hours out,” I respond, clenching my hand around the phone.
“Did you find her?” Wesson throws out, stopping me in my tracks.
“I did, and like the imp she is, she flitted in and out in a blink,” I chuckle.
“Fuck, brother. I don’t know what to do. They're both still in surgery, and I just don't know,” Wesson says, sounding completely broken.
“Where is everyone else?” I question him.
“They’re on the way. Get back here, and do it safely,” Wesson tells me before ending the call.
Reaching over, I flip the key on my bike before pushing the button to bring her to life. Just as I shift her into gear a car pulls into the parking lot in a hurry. For about five seconds, I think that I see long red hair before shaking my head at the preposterous thought, because there is no way she's come back.
Pulling onto the highway, I open my baby up, letting her run full-throttle to get back to my family, praying to whoever is listening that we don’t lose the two most important women in my life.
Until Next Time…