Page 39 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Keely

I t’d been five days since the guys had gone to Canada. I knew they were in the process of planning out more strikes against the LoS, but I was pretty sure they were waiting until Lock was feeling better. He was too stubborn to stay home, and they didn’t want him to seriously injure himself.

Plus, they were waiting for the next idea. Isla was keeping us all up to date on what Switch was finding. She’d put a message out on the dark web not to touch Hangman and the LoS unless they wanted to lose a fucking hand. Or their life.

So far, it was working. The grim satisfaction on Lock’s face, at the news of Hangman finding out about his suppliers getting hit, was something to see.

He was made for this. For strategizing and leading his team.

I just wished he wasn’t hurt. Though he was already starting to move around easier.

‘Cause it wasn’t like he was resting like Pyre suggested.

A knock on the front door of the clubhouse made me frown. When I opened it, I looked down at the women standing there. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and was carrying a portable massage table. She was probably early forties and narrowed her eyes on me. “You take me to Mr. Lockout.”

Her accent was thick, but I understood her no problem. “Uh…”

“You take,” she insisted, pushing past me when I took too long to respond.

“Hey,” I called out. “Wait a minute.”

“Esperanza,” Lock called out, smiling at her.

The woman’s eyes narrowed on him. “You look like shit. Come. Come.”

My mouth dropped open when Lock just shrugged and followed her back toward the gym. ‘What the hell?’ I mouthed at him.

“Later, Baby Girl,” he said. Then he turned and followed her. “Don’t let anyone back in the gym until we’re done,” he muttered as he passed by Hush.

“You got it, Prez.”

My jaw dropped. That was clearly an order for me to leave them alone. Planting my hands on my hips, I scowled at his back. “Who was that ?”

“Just a friend,” he said with a shake of his head.

I glared at him. “What kind of friend?”

“A masseuse, Keely,” he said with a chuckle.

I relaxed a little hearing that. I’d already had my suspicions, and hearing it calmed me down a bit.

But if Lock thought he was out of trouble just because he’d brought this lady here to massage him, and nothing else, he was going to need to think again.

Because I didn’t like the idea of someone’s hands on him.

Especially not when that someone was an attractive older woman.

And she was closer to Lock’s age than I was, so it wasn’t like she was old-old.

Besides, he’d been a cranky asshole all week as he healed, which had me on edge. I hadn’t let him touch me, which wasn’t helping either of us as the sexual tension ratcheted up higher each day. All in all, it was all building toward an explosion.

He hadn’t nicknamed me jumper cables for no reason.

He could have his massage, but then he was going to be answering a few questions.

Because why hadn’t he just told me from the start he was doing this?

Probably didn’t like admitting he had a weakness that needed to be worked out of him, or something stupid like that. Men.

“What’s wrong with you?” Billie asked a few minutes later when she walked into the main area of the club and found me pacing back and forth.

“Lock’s being stupid,” I muttered.

“Huh,” she said, sitting on a stool. “Looks like that’s going around.”

I raised my brows at her and took a seat, too. “What happened?”

“Toxic won’t let me go home,” she sighed. “It’s filled to the brim with bikers. What does it matter if they’re from Wyoming and not Tucson? I would be safe enough there. Not that I don’t want to be here with you guys,” she hurried to explain.

I laughed. “He wants you where he can keep an eye on you. And there’s a code that one of their allies won’t touch their women, but you know how they are…”

“Overprotective,” we both said in unison, then laughed.

“I miss my animals,” she said. “And Eris.”

“Eris is an animal,” I said, taking a handful of peanuts from the little trays on the bar and crunching on them.

“Barely,” she said. “She’s family. And Gramps and Daryl are staying out there. I could be there.”

“Not when Toxic’s here,” I said with a shrug. “This is life with a biker, girlie. You better get used to it.”

She hummed. “It’s not all bad, I guess.” She shot me a sly grin. “The sex is phenom-” She choked on the rest of the word as little faces popped over the bar.

“Whatcha doing?” Taylor asked, scrutinizing us.

“Uh,” Billie said, searching for something to say.

“Want to play hide-n-seek?” Cassie asked, oblivious to my friend’s panic as she tried to think of a response.

“B would love to play with you,” I told the girls.

“Isla, too,” I said as the woman passed by.

She gave me a look of disbelief. I needed everyone to clear out so I could focus on cornering my biker and yelling at him in private.

Then maybe coercing some make-up sex out of him.

Billie was right. Sex with a biker was the thing of legends.

I was just assuming with the rest, and judging based on how happy their women were. Lock was the only biker I’d slept with. But if the others were as good as him? Yeah, this wasn’t such a bad deal for us.

I grinned and waved at the women as the little girls grabbed them by the hands and tugged them outside. Isla’s gaze promised retribution.

They were taking forever. And thinking about that woman in there, running her hands all over Lock’s oiled up muscles was just making me angry. It wasn’t rational. She was a professional. I doubted she was hitting on my man. I hoped she wasn’t hitting on him.

Groaning, I made my way upstairs and started to strip out of my clothes. A nice lukewarm shower would help put things into perspective. I wasn’t a fan of cold showers, and it was rare to get one in Arizona anyway. I reached in to turn the knob on for the shower.

And came face to face with the largest fucking spider I’d seen—aside from a tarantula—in Arizona.

All that came out of my mouth was a whimper of terror.

I hated spiders. Looking around, I debated on grabbing some toilet paper, but the little fuzzy bastard started climbing.

As if he knew what his fate was about to be.

Without a thought in my head, I did the first thing my instincts screamed. I hit the shower curtain. The plan—if there was one—was to knock it to the floor, grab a shoe, and squish the little guy. No. Not little. Medium-large.

It was a scene from one of my nightmares.

I hit the curtain below the spider, launching it through the air toward me.

The blood-curdling scream that erupted was honestly something that was beyond my control.

I managed to squirm away in time—thank all the stars in the heavens—before it landed on my naked boobs.

What happened next would provide new nightmares for the rest of my days. The front door of the apartment burst open and before I knew it there were four pissed off bikers standing there in the doorway of the bathroom…staring at my tits.

Grabbing the towel off the sink, I held it to my chest and glared at Hellfire, Ricochet, Smoke, and Static. “What’s wrong with you?” I snapped.

“You screamed,” Hell said, voice a bit choked.

I yelped again as the spider saw the bikers and decided that I was the path of least resistance and came toward my bare foot. “Kill it!” I shouted as I hopped out of the way.

Ricochet looked down, gave me an unamused look and reached down to pick it up.

I gagged. “Why,” I mumbled as he took off with the furry beast in his hands.

“He’s not a fan of killing them,” Smoke told me. “Also don’t ever fucking do that again.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Scream and force me to burst in here and see you like that.” He gave a shudder as if I was the most hideous thing he’d ever seen.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he said, his lip curling. “You’re as much my sister as Kit. And now I have to gouge my goddamn eyes out. Thanks for that.”

“Wha-”

But Smoke walked off, leaving me stunned and slightly offended.

“Why the fuck are you in my bathroom with my half-” Lock paused, his eyes raking down over my towel covered self. “Fully naked old lady?”

Hell and Static realized at the same time that he was not only speaking to them, but that they were in deep shit.

“She screamed,” Static said, trying to defend himself as Hell grabbed him by the cut and dragged him out of the apartment.

I’d laugh if my heart wasn’t still racing from the spider attack.

Lock leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his beefy chest, and cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t look at me that way,” I told him in a haughty tone. “How long did you just spend with another woman rubbing you down?” I was playing. Mostly. Okay, only a little. “Were you fully naked?”

“Slow your roll, Baby Girl.” When I glared at him, he sighed. “She’s my masseuse, Jumper Cables,” he said, his eyes dropping down to skim over what he could see of my body.

“And they’re like my brothers,” I countered.

“Do I even want to know what happened?”

“There was a spider,” I mumbled. I shuddered at the memory and wrapped the towel tightly around my body.

His laugh was deep and did funny things to my insides.

“Don’t try to get out of trouble,” I said, stepping closer and poking his chest. I really wasn’t this unreasonable.

I was pestering him on purpose. The small amount of real anger I’d had at the idea of some woman rubbing him had died long ago.

She’d seemed nice enough. And forceful enough that no one was going to get past that wall of professionalism she’d had when she’d burst into the clubhouse.

I poked Lockout in the chest again. Biting back my smile when his eyes narrowed on me, I poked him yet again.

“You’re pushing it, Keels,” he muttered.

Good. That was the point. Pulling my finger back once more, I gasped when it didn’t make contact a fourth time. He had me slung over his shoulder before I had the chance. “Put me down! Your leg!”

“Is fine,” he replied. “Seems to me, I need to have a talk with my woman about starting shit.”

“I don’t start shit,” I huffed. Yes, I did. With him it was so much fun. I liked the wild flash of irritation and passion in his eyes when I hit my mark. He wasn’t usually this easy to spin up, but I just had a way with him.

Grinning as I bounced off the mattress, then landed, I opened my arms as he lowered his body down onto mine. This was a better way of spending our time. Maybe his muscles were loose and relaxed, but I intended to tighten them up again in a hurry.