Page 18 of Taming the Bear

My dick begins to harden in my jeans and I try to think of anything else.

It’s a pretty normal ride out to the town where The Plague’s at. I know that they are ready for us because he keeps texting my burner phone asking where we are. I want to tell him to leave me the fuck alone and I will get to him when I’m ready. So, instead, I have Smokey deal with it when we gas up and get snacks.

“What else is he saying?” I ask Smokey as I top off my gas tank.

Smokey opens his saddle bag and takes his phone out. “Blah blah blah. Just wanting to know where the fuck we are so he can get ready.”

Before I say anything more, a couple of cop cars pull into the gas station. One of them, in an all black car, opens his door and then walks over to me. He’s an older man with a beer belly and a balding head. I can tell from the way he’s walking over to me that he doesn’t give a fuck about why we’re here.

“Hey, boys,” he calls out and then looks at our bikes.

One of the things that I demand for these runs, don’t fly our colors. Which means, leave the vests and other insignia off so we don’t get popped. Cops like this man, are always wanting to show that they have bigger balls than us and that he’s better than us. I personally don’t give a shit what he thinks. I want to get the shipment taken care of so I can get back to Chantal.

What the fuck? A day with this girl and I’m ready to run back to her like a love sick crackhead?

“Hello, officers,” Mack Truck greets them. He’s just coming back from inside the gas station and he’s got a hand full of junk food. “What can we do for you?”

Between myself and Mack Truck, we are the biggest in the club and I’m not talking beer bellies, either. We both take pride in our looks and love to lift weights.

Now that we are communicating with the officers, the other cops climb out of their cars too. It’s funny to see them have one hand on their guns as they approach us because we don’t have our weapons out.