Nomads' Fall: Burning Bastards MC (16 page)

Something twisted in the pit of his stomach when he saw Knight on his Harley. The Triumph was now history, so the man was down to his last two bikes. The hog was one he’d helped Knight chop a few years back, and as far as he knew, hadn’t been ridden since the day of the fight between them. He saw a two track ahead and knew it led to the lake next to Gladys’s campgrounds. The lakeshore wasn’t manicured as a beach, it was littered with driftwood and scrub plants, but it suited his purpose for stopping. He parked the bike on the hard packed ground within sight of the shore and grabbed his jacket and a pack of smokes, before walking to a spot with a log to rest his back against. Normally he’d take the time to build a fire and watch the flames for hours while he examined his thoughts.

Knight followed Demon down the dirt track and parked his hog. He sat for a minute to gather his balls and dismounted. It was way past time to clear this shit out of their lives. He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out the two bottles of Jack he’d taken from the storeroom. He would replace them later. Tonight, well tonight they were gonna get fucking shitfaced and by morning he planned to feel like gum on a sidewalk. It’d been too damn long since they’d just sat together sharing a bottle and talking.

He sat on his ass and cracked the cap off the first bottle. “Tonight, we get this shit taken care of, or we don’t leave till morning, you got a problem, it gets laid out here and now. We’ve been friends too fucking long for all this pussy shit.” He took a healthy swig and swallowed, nothing burned like Jack going down. He took another, and handed the bottle off to his silent friend. “The way I see it I shouldn’t have fuckin’ bragged to you about Future. Truth is they used me to prove a point. Don’t get me wrong here, I knew what it was and I joined in that beautiful bitch’s lesson in self-image. I knew she preferred Big D and it hit my fuckin’ ego. I should have tucked my dick between my damn legs and shut the fuck up.”

He grimaced and took the bottle back for another drink. “She never said a damn thing when it was over, not to me. I caught up with her the next time I saw her and she acted like she was embarrassed to be seen standing in the same room with me.” He picked up the pack of small cigars and lit one. Damn but this felt good, like old times. “Big D had a little confab with me later and threatened to rip my dick off and stuff it where I wouldn’t need it if I came anywhere near her again.” Another drink of Jack and he blew out a lung full of smoke. “”I mighta got the prize, but like any other thing, nothings free, even a ten minute ride on the Prez’s old lady with his blessings. Ain’t gonna lie, it was good, just not worth it.”

Okay, this was half news to him. All he’d known was the one ménage between Big Dog, Future, and Knight. “All this time I thought it was just about me running my jealous mouth, I didn’t know about the rest you asshole. Sonofabitch, we both fucked up and took it out on ourselves.” He picked up the bottle between them and knocked back two deep swallows, before setting it back down. “I’ve been feelin’ guilty about acting like a jealous kid with a big mouth. You got what we both wanted and the hostility to go with it. Is this what Teach is talking about when he sits on his ass all fucked up and lectures us about irony?” He lit a cigar, and sat forward, shaking as he tried not to laugh. Sputtering sounds slipped between his lips and he gave up trying to hide his laughter. He looked at Knight and couldn’t stop no matter the frown on his face. “Com’ on, it’s as fucked up as we get in a deal like that.” He laughed until he started coughing, still sitting there making little noises. “You want the real irony? When Big Dog made it known she was his property, I lost that need to fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, man, I’d still give her a ride, if she hadn’t locked down with him. She’s still got that whatever the fuck she has. My prick just ain’t begging for a go at that anymore.”

“Fuck yeah, I got that too, man. She lost some of that shit, and now I got left holding the shitty end of the stick. You an’ me, we don’t fight over bitches, we fuck ‘em.” A toast with Jack was called for and he tilted the near empty bottle toward Demon before taking a couple more swallows, then passing the rest to his friend. “Drink that bitch, I got another one.” That was funnier than hell, and it was his turn to laugh. “Speakin’ of drinkin’ bitches, it’s been too damn long since we got one an’ showed her how it’s done.”

Demon was well on his way to on his ass drunk and he knew it, right now he was just fucked up. “That’s another problem, fuck, little mob daughter, I know you got the hots for her same as me. She’s skinny, but she’s got those big ol’ green eyes, and we could always keep her tied the fuck up and feed her, remember whatserface? You know, the one that fucked up her damn jaw trying to deep throat me? I even warned her not to try, remember her? She liked to lick peanut butter ‘n jelly off our pricks. I wonder if she’s still around.”

Knight vaguely remembered the woman. She made the rounds with the guys at the club a couple of times a month, what the fuck was her name? She used to come in all dressed up like a little girl, complete with the little girl dresses and pigtails in her hair. She called the men daddy and never refused to fuck, no matter who was ready to stick his prick inside her holes. Not that it mattered, even Demon’s donkey dick wouldn’t be big enough for any hole on that woman by now. “That’s the one ol’ Heckle was fistin’ last time I saw her I think,” he laughed for a minute. “At least it looked like her from the rear end. Heckle was almost up to his elbow, an’ he was telling her to suck ol’ Virgil’s cock. Damned if I don’t think she and Virgil set up house.”

“So what do we do about the princess? If we play with her, she could tell daddy, and you know what that means. Not that I give a shit, but that sonofabitch has a reputation, and nobody but us needs to get whacked if we’re too stupid to leave her be. Even if we hit the road, he can hire another bunch like us and dead is dead. He wiped out whole fuckin’ families ‘cause he was pissed off at one of them.”

That point to ponder was a good reason to crack open the reserved bottle and light up another cigar.

They caught up on their separate activities since they’d stopped hanging with each other and when the first fat raindrops hit their faces, they laughed. The lightning that hit on the opposite bank of the lake woke them up a little to the possibility that their spot on the lakeshore probably wasn’t the wisest choice for them, and they tried to stand upright. Demon was holding Knight up as they stumbled toward the bikes. Knight was holding the bottle.

“Hey, man, its fuckin’ rainin’. The fuckin’ rain is gonna pool in my crotch and I hate when that happens. Didju know that one time, when I was commin back from Minni, Minnisho, damn what the hell is the name of that place? It’s up north. Don’t matter, I hit freezing rain, and my damn prick fuckin’ disappeared. The sumbitch retreated, chicken shit motherfucker. Took me a goddamned hour to get it to come out again, had to piss so fuckin' bad. Pants was frozen.”

Demon wasn’t sober and he knew there was no way either of them would navigate the bikes in this rain. The way the lightning was hitting the sky and lighting it up, he wondered if they were smart to stay out of the trees. His foggy mind didn’t have to consider what to do, the old oak was falling down behind the bikes before he could form words. “Fuck, dammit, of all the stupid shit.” The wind was picking up speed and the rain pelted their heads and faces.

“Sonofabitch, I’m losing my damn buzz.”

*****

Jolly was watching the Special Report on TV. The entire area was under a severe thunderstorm warning, with damaging winds and golf ball sized hail. There were tornado warnings and watches scattered over almost every inch of the map they were showing, and she started looking for lanterns and candles. When Gladys called before the storm began, she told her the people in the two cabins would be fine, “They have automatic generators that’ll kick in when the electricity goes out.”

The generator for the house was in the barn, but she wasn’t sure if it would automatically kick on or not. That was something Ralph had always taken care of. The electric lines from the road were buried two years ago, so if the lines went down, it would be quicker for electricity to be restored to the campground. She located the lantern and candles right where Gladys said they would be, and put the long barreled lighter next to them. She heard the hail beginning to hit the metal roof and walked to the back door to look out into the yard and almost screamed.

The Walther was in her bedroom, but the .38 was sitting on the lamp table next to the couch, and she grabbed that to assure herself she was protected in case the two figures she saw in the light of the lightning strike were looking for more than just shelter. She heard them yelling from the balls of hail hitting them, and would have laughed if she wasn’t so scared. The pounding on the screen door made here jump, and she was about to ask who they were when she heard Demon’s voice yelling.

“Open the damn door, princess, we need to get under cover, this fuckin’ lightning isn’t fuckin’ round out here.”

She flipped the outside light on, and sure enough, Demon and a shivering Knight stood at the door waiting, trying to protect their heads with their raised arms. She hurried out through the kitchen door and into the porch to unhook the screen.

They rushed inside and she could see they were a muddy wet mess, and unless they were injured, they appeared to be drunk. They headed for the kitchen door and she told them to wait a minute, “You guys are not going to mess up the floors with your filthy boots. Take them off before you come inside.” She pointed a finger at them. “You stay right there and I’ll get some towels to put on the floor to protect them from your mud.”

She could hear them talking while she made her way to the linen closet and grabbed a stack of towels, hurrying back to where she’d left them standing. When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks. Seeing two naked men passing a bottle between them, leaning against the counter, was unusual by anyone’s standards. Seeing the two shaggy haired, centerfolds naked, well that was breathtaking.

Jolly couldn’t decide what she wanted to do. Laughter would have been an option, but they were doing enough of that themselves, and how she could laugh and drool at the same time was beyond her at the moment.

Knight saw her standing in the doorway, and pointed his finger at her. “See? You said no mud.” He pointed to Demon, and then his own bare chest, “See? We got no more mud.”

Demon was nodding his head in agreement with those wise words. “Didn’t want you to shoot us. I heard you like to shoot fuckers that make a mess. I don’t want to be shot again, that shit hurt like a motherfucker last time.” He grinned when she handed him a towel to dry off with, before saying, “Although, if you want to hog tie me, and have your wicked way, we can negosh…” he stopped in the middle of the word he was attempting and went with, “we can talk about that.”

Lightning cracked overhead, but she didn’t care, her eyes were glued to the miles of male flesh begging for a woman’s touch, her touch. The tips of her fingers actually itched to touch and explore every smooth muscle and pulse point she could find. She licked her lips and shook her head. She wanted to taste each line of ink decorating their flesh, learn the places on each man that would make him shiver with just the touch of a finger or her mouth. These two had been drinking, and from the looks of it, and the sounds of their carefully spoken words, she knew tonight was not the time for what her body was urging. She could feel the way her cunt was readying itself for a long awaited fuck fest. The liquids were fairly dripping from her body, soaking through her panties and the short boxers that she was wearing. She felt the lips of her pussy thickening, almost tingling in excitement. Her nipples didn’t bother hiding the excitement of seeing the two men in all of their glory.

“Okay, let’s get the two of you cleaned up and find a place for you to sleep for what’s left of the night. Follow me unless you already know the way to the bathroom, I’ll see if I can find you something to wear, and toss your clothes in the washer.”

Chapter
Sixteen

There wasn’t one article of clothing in the house she could find to fit either man. So she handed each one a twin sized flat sheet and told them, “You boys get to dress up roman style and I’ll hurry and get your clothes washed. Let’s hope we don’t lose power until they’re dry.”

Jolly hurried back to the kitchen and took the empty laundry basket off the dryer to gather the sopping wet mass of clothing. The denim vests with skulls and fire were amusing. There were several patches and small pins scattered over the material, and she wasn’t sure if they should be washed with their mud soaked jeans or not. Either vest would have made a sleeveless dress on her. One would have been longer and looser on her body. She decided to hang the two on the bar made for clothing that needed hanging to keep from wrinkling, rather than chance letting the colors bleed onto their other clothes.

She didn’t find underwear for either man, and that conjured up images of them standing in the kitchen naked. She couldn’t suppress a whimper. Even the sleeveless tshirts that dripped as she lifted them into the washer, made her think of their tattooed flesh. She didn’t even want to think about playing with Demon’s studded nipple, or she might volunteer for a drunken orgy between the men. It was bad enough their pricks were hardening before her eyes when she took them to the bathrooms and left them. She’d seen men’s dicks before, many times when they sat in a corner at the Lady and whacked off from watching her or one of the other dancers, but none of them had matched what she saw hanging
… Stop that, you’re just working yourself up for nothing, they’re drunk and you haven’t had a sex life for years. It’s understandable, but downright dumb.

She added soap and turned the machine to the shortest cycle. Hopefully their clothes would be dry by the time they’d slept the booze off, providing the howling wind and rain didn’t knock the power out first.