Stone - Big Girls & Bad Boys (2 page)

“Good.  You can’t blame me, can you?  Stone is smoking hot and that beard.  Holy fuck it feels good between my legs,” she told me.  I fought hard not to blush but I don’t think I succeeded.  “You like him, don’t you?” she asked me.  I wasn’t sure what to say.  “It’s okay.  I won’t tell Bobby.  Just between us girls,” she assured me.  I knew she meant it.

“He’s cute,” was all I said.  I tried hard not to think of Stone in that way but how could I not after my discovery and Ginger’s question.  But I was with Bobby.

“You should give him a try,” Ginger said.

“Yeah, right.  Maybe when Bobby can’t get it up anymore but as of now, I don’t think that would go over well,” I told her.

“Life is short, sweetie.  What the old man doesn’t know, right?” was all Ginger said and took me by the arm and led me out of the restroom.  “Besides, good ol’ Bobby is probably looking for his beer bitch by now,” she said and laughed but I took her meaning.  Ginger wasn’t being mean.  She was expressing her feelings about my old man in her not so subtle way.  I wished I had the heart to defend him but I didn’t.

“Can’t keep my old man waiting,” I said with a hint of sarcasm.  I know Ginger wanted to say something but she held her tongue.  We headed back to the garage and found Rocky and Stone lighting cigars with the rest of the boys.  They all had fresh beers.  I followed Ginger to the bar where we took up our familiar positions.

“Nice of you to show up.  Stone here had to get me a beer.  If he sucks cock better than you, I might make him my new old lady,” Bobby said.  I took a deep breath and let the subtle insult roll off my back.  I was used to that kind of thing from Bobby.  Stone glanced at me and then laughed but not in amusement.

“If I had a woman like Maria, I’d treat her with more respect,” Stone said.  Bobby bristled and a few of the boys took notice.  You didn’t say stuff like that.

“What the fuck do you know about it?” Bobby challenged.  Stone didn’t back down but he didn’t take the bait either.

“Nothing, just sayin’,” was all Stone said.

“Watch yourself.  It’s none of your fucking business,” Bobby warned him, sitting forward in his leather chair pointing his beer bottle at Stone.  Stone put his hands up.

“None of my business,” he replied and glanced at me again.  I looked away as Bobby turned to see what Stone was looking at.  He glared at me as I pretended not to have noticed the proceedings.

“You want a beer, Ginger?” I asked.

“Sure, sweetie,” she replied giving me an excuse to get up and get out of the line of fire.  But as usual, Rocky stepped in.

“Put your cocks away boys.  You want to fight, go down to Jock’s Place and pick a fight with another club,” he admonished Bobby and Stone.  Bobby settled down.

“Sure thing, Rocky,” he said.  Stone never got agitated.  He still sat relaxed, holding his fat cigar and sipping his beer.  But Bobby had other things on his mind. “So, you thought about what we talked about?” he asked Rocky as I handed Ginger her beer and took my seat again.

“Yeah, I have.  I don’t like it.  That’s not what we’re about,” Rocky replied.

“The Jamaicans are going to buy guns from someone.  We need to get with the times or the Knights will die.  You gotta see that, Rock,” Bobby argued.

“I get it.  That’s not who we are.  Look, we’re not angels but selling guns to street gangs?  That’s big time shit,” Rocky said.

“Exactly!  Big time.  We’d have more members than we’d know what to do with.  It would put us on the map and make us a lot of money,” Bobby replied.

“I used to be ambitious too.  When I was young.  I’m too old for shit like that.  I’m too old to go to prison again.  Serving time in County for possession is one thing.  Serving hard time in federal prison?  No thanks,” Rocky said.

“Then let me take care of it.  I’ll do everything,” Bobby offered.  Rocky considered it.  I knew he yearned for the old days when the Knights were the club to belong to.  Those days were gone, however, and Bobby was offering Rocky a chance to relive them.  But at what cost?  Bobby wanted more than to sell a few guns.  He wanted to supply guns to more than just the Jamaicans and I suspected he wanted even more than that.  I suspected he wanted to get the Knights into prostitution, drugs and more.

“No.  Sorry, Bobby.  I can’t let you do that.  Not as a member of this club,” Rocky told him.  The rest of the boys watched the two go back and forth like a tennis match but now they all relaxed as Rocky made his decision clear.  Stone seemed satisfied by the decision.  Bobby didn’t.

“Fuck me, Rock.  The Knights are going to die,” Bobby complained.

“Then leave,” Rocky told him.  That got my attention.  I was with Bobby.  If he left, I left.  I liked Rocky and Ginger.  I liked the atmosphere here.  I liked being right behind Ginger in the pecking order...not that there was anyone below me at the moment.  Bobby simmered for a moment and I was sure he was about to take Rocky up on the offer.  But then he relaxed.

“I don’t want to leave, Rock.  We’ll survive,” he said, seemingly letting his idea go.  I knew Bobby.  He rarely let anything go.

“Good, now can we just sit around and drink?” Rocky asked him.

“Sure, Rock,” Bobby told him.  This wasn’t the end.  Rocky was satisfied for the time being.  He just wanted to enjoy his club and their makeshift clubhouse.  He just wanted to ride, drink and fuck...well, watch Ginger fuck.  He wasn’t that old, just over fifty, but as he liked to put it, it wasn’t the years it was the mileage.

But Bobby was an upstart.  He wanted to be famous, to be adored.  He wanted to make a name for himself.  He told me about it now and then, boasted about it was more like it.  He loved to tell me how one day he’d be respected all over California but he rarely talked about how he planned to accomplish that.  I was pretty sure he had a lot of ideas but he wasn’t talking, at least to me.

I glanced towards Stone and found him looking at me.  I wanted to look away but I couldn’t.  I barely knew the man but I had to admit he was sexy.  His dark hair and full beard made him look older than he was.  He wasn’t all muscled up like Bobby but he wasn’t scrawny either.  I had the feeling Stone could hold his own.  His eyes, however, were what told me all about the young biker.  In them, I saw courage, integrity and something else...something that frightened me for all the wrong reasons.

“You, get off your lazy ass and get me a brew!” Bobby called out.  The spell was broken.  I got up to fetch a beer for Bobby, asking if anyone else wanted one, ignoring his demeaning tone.

“Here,” Big Mike said.

“Yo,” Dusty answered.  I grabbed three bottles, opened them and passed them around.  Big Mike and Dusty thanked me.  Bobby just snatched the beer from my hand as he glared at me.  I tried to ignore him but I knew that look.  I was going to hear about what happened today later that night.

>>O<<

“That fucking old man just doesn’t get it!” Bobby shouted at me.  I sat in the chair next to Bobby’s but he stood in the middle of the living room ranting.  “I’m about this far from doing it anyway.  If I can get Dusty on board, the others will follow,” he continued.

“Won’t Rocky get angry?” I asked tentatively.  Bobby looked at me and took another swig of whiskey from the bottle he held.

“No shit, dumbass!  I’ve got to do this right.  If I can’t get the other members on board, he’ll just kick me out and be done with me.  But if the others agree, we’ll just kick Rock out of the club.  Then I’ll be president,” Bobby explained to me as if I was a child.  I just wanted to go to sleep but I knew he wouldn’t let me.  This would go on for hours.

“But it’s Rocky’s club,” I said, a bit defensively.  I like Rocky and Ginger.  I liked the club the way it was.  It was the closest thing I had to a family.  Bobby took a step towards me, looming over me as I shrank.

“Who’s your old man?  Me!  You should be supporting me, bitch!  What the fuck?  I don’t even know why I keep you around.  I could totally find a better looking chick.  You’re lucky you’ve got me,” he yelled at me.

“I know, Bobby.  I’m sorry,” I said.  Any fight I had in me had vanished.  I hated feeling this way.  I hated feeling like I was worthless without Bobby.  But maybe I was.  I didn’t have anything except for Bobby and the Knights.  I left home and moved in with Bobby right after graduation.  I couldn’t stay at home where my abusive stepfather beat up my alcoholic mother, and sometimes me too.  I was trapped here with Bobby but things could be a lot worse.  It had been much worse.  Bobby was right.  I should feel lucky.

“You think the other members will go along?” he asked as if the whole episode hadn’t happened.  He was obsessing more and more about the club, about taking it over and running it his way.  I didn’t dare say anything about it, however.

“Maybe,” I offered.  Bobby smiled and sat down in his chair.  He pat his leg and I dutifully got up and sat on his lap.

“You’d be the head old lady, you know,” he told me, suddenly all affectionate as he rubbed my back.

“Yeah,” I replied.  This was nice.  This was the Bobby I liked.  He could be so gentle and loving at times, usually when he was drunk or I was touching his dick.  But this wouldn’t last long.  I’d say or do something or maybe he’d get fired up about the club again.  Then he’d be up stomping around yelling and shouting again, angry and hurtful.  I just hoped it wasn’t at me.

>>O<<

“Where is everyone?” Stone asked me.  I sat at the bar in the makeshift clubhouse staring at a bottle of warm, flat beer.  Ginger and Rocky weren’t there and Bobby and the boys were out for a ride.  He was going to try to convince them to help him transfer guns to the Jamaicans.

“Out for a ride,” I said.

“Why aren’t you?” he asked me as he walked behind me to get a beer from the fridge.

“Business,” I said.  Stone took a seat next to me at the bar after popping the top off of his beer on the bottle opener mounted to the wall.  He preferred beer that required an opener rather than the stuff with the screw caps.

“Business?” he asked.

“I don’t know, that’s all Bobby said,” I lied.  I knew what he was doing.  Bobby didn’t trust Stone yet so he didn’t invite him.

“Why you with that chump anyway?” Stone asked abruptly.  It took me a moment to realize exactly what he had asked it was so unexpected.

“Bobby?” I asked, still not quite sure that’s what Stone meant.

“Yeah.  You’re better than him.  You shouldn’t put up with his shit.  You deserve better,” Stone said.  I was taken aback by his words.  I wasn’t used to people saying stuff like that to me.

“What do you care?” I asked defensively.  Stone wasn’t about to back down.

“I just don’t like seeing anyone get treated like Bobby treats you.  It’s bullshit,” he said.  I felt a need to defend Bobby even as Stone’s words reached deep into my heart and warmed it.

“It’s really none of your business,” I said.

“What if I made it my business?” he replied.  I turned and looked at him squarely.  I was acting out of habit, defending the status quo even though I didn’t want to.

“You think you’re pretty special, don’t you?” I asked and my tone implied I didn’t agree.  I wasn’t sure that was the case.

“Go out with me,” he said, ignoring my question.

“What?  I’m with Bobby,” I said, a bit shocked and strangely excited.

“He’s a pig.  He’s an abusive asshole.  You deserve better,” Stone declared.  I couldn’t disagree with any real conviction.  I did, however.

“And you think you’re better?” I asked mockingly.

“No, I don’t think I’m better,” he said as I got up to get a fresh beer for myself.  But Stone wasn’t done and what he said stopped me in my tracks.  “I know I’m better than him.  I know I wouldn’t treat you like a possession.  I’d worship the fucking ground you walk on, Maria.  You don’t have to be with him to be in the club.  I’m in the club,” he told me as if he knew every thought in my head.  I couldn’t respond to that directly so I deflected.