feels like the old days. I revert to my habit of watching out for my club brothers, especially the newer members and the older guys. The greener men like Hugh and Pom-Pom have never been on their hogs for more than an hour. They’re exhausted from riding all day. On the other end, the older guys like Sexy Roy and Steel end up dealing with stomach issues after lunch.
To prevent them from holding up the entire club, River asks Utah and me to stay back with the guys that need more rest. He and Shane will ride on and get us set up at the hotel.
“A storm turned toward our planned camp spot,” River says before heading out. “We got Shelby to find us a hotel near where we planned to hold up tonight. They didn’t have enough single rooms with king beds, so some people will need to double up.”
I immediately picture having to share a room with a guy I barely know. Hugh would be ideal, but then again, he might want a chance to try out those humming balls with Utah.
“Shelby demanded you get a king,” Shane tells me. “Apparently, you’re very tall or some shit. Anyway, you don’t have to share, but we do need you to hold back with the second group.”
“What if the pigs sniff around? I’m the only felon in the group.”
“If you get hassled, call Shelby, and we’ll send a lawyer to handle the problem. I doubt it’ll come to that. The pigs prefer to hassle smaller groups. That’s why River wants to leave almost half behind. But if anyone else causes trouble, we figured you and Utah have the experience to fuck them up.”
“What kind of anyone else?”
“Biker clubs maybe,” Shane says and shrugs. “Militias too. We are looping through Michigan.”
I get the message that I’m big and rough enough to scare off people wanting easy prey. Taking the compliment, I hang back and wait out Steel and Sexy Roy as they deal with the shits from eating too much crap the night before.
“Are you psyched yet about being a father?” Chase asks.
We sit in the McDonald’s connected to the rest stop, where several men crap out their entire stomach’s contents.
“Me?”
“No one else is expecting a kid, are they?”
“I might be soon,” Hugh says and dips a fry in mustard. “Kelsi and Taylor want me to help them have a kid.”
“How’s that going to work?” Chase mutters.
“Easiest way would be to fuck Kelsi, but I think Taylor might have a problem with that. Those Ellsberg types get real possessive of their women. Anyway, I guess I jizz in a cup, and then a turkey baster does the rest of the work.”
“Are you okay with that?” Chase asks Utah.
The bald fucker shrugs. “What do I care if they have a kid? I’m not Hugh’s mom.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Why?” I growl at Chase.
The smaller man seems to have forgotten I was even sitting nearby. He shrugs awkwardly. “Seems weird.”
“What’s normal about your marriage? Think most women would be okay with their man getting sucked off by other women whenever he goes out? Nomp. Normal women don’t sit for that shit. You got an old lady cool with you fucking other chicks. That’s weird too.”
“Be cool, Goliath.”
His words just rile me up more. “I ain’t got time for people with their heads up their asses about what’s right or wrong. I got enough of that shit growing up.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Maybe not, but you talk too fast. Never thinking about what you say. Never worrying if you’ll piss off anyone. That comes from having people fear you.”
Scolded, Chase closes his trap and finishes his soda. He’s always been a weak bitch. I don’t mind him, but Chase isn’t someone that oughta be putting down anyone else.
“If shit works out,” Hugh says, ignoring Chase’s pouting, “our kids would grow up playing together.”
Shaking my head, I admit, “I can’t picture that.”
“It’s early yet. Wait until you can feel it squirming around in her stomach,” Hugh says and grins at me. “With Iggy, I didn’t want to touch Ramona’s belly. I couldn’t imagine someone living inside her. By the time Ozzy was about to burst free, I loved having my hand on her stomach. It’s wild how hard those babies kick. Can’t imagine how big your kid’s feet will be.”
Utah surprises me by chuckling. Even Chase grins at the idea of my giant baby kicking the shit out of Shelby’s belly.