It’s hot, and the trip to Tourmaline is a long one. I have my bandana pulled up over my face protecting me from the grit coming up off the road.
Our president, Kingston—we call him King—nominated Cooper and me to ride out and escort Rebel back to Vegas. There’s some sort of real estate deal going down, and the Tourmaline chapter is putting it together.
There’s a roadhouse up ahead, and Cooper points to it, signaling he wants to pull in. We’ve been riding for two days, so I could use a little rest and relaxation. We park the bikes, and as I dismount, I groan as my muscles stretch out in protest.
“Getting fucking old, old man,” says Cooper with a chuckle.
“Fuck you. Tell me we’re going to stop for some sleep and food?” I ask.
“And pussy. We’ll stay here overnight and get back on the road tomorrow. We’re ahead of schedule, anyway, so one night isn’t going to make any difference.”
I nod at him and walk into the roadhouse. It’s six o’clock at night, and the place is packed. The music is loud, and I head for a booth in the back, away from the noise and prying eyes. Cooper follows and catches the eye of the waitress as he does.
He’s six foot three with dark shoulder-length hair and a goatee. We look the same, except I’m six foot five with dirty blond hair and a goatee. Both of us are in our colors, so most people avoid us, and none make eye contact.
I slide into the booth, and Cooper sits opposite me. “I’m starving. Do you think this place does a good steak?”
“Cage, the place is packed. If the food sucked, it probably fucking wouldn’t be.”
A smile spreads across his face, and I turn to see what he’s staring at. The waitress is making her way toward us and smiling seductively at him. We’ve often shared women, sometimes at the same time. I’m hoping the waitress is up for it.
“Well, hello, honey! Welcome to the Rocking Red Roadhouse, where burgers are our specialty. Now, handsome, what can I get you?”
She’s wearing jean shorts, a skin-tight black tank, and her hair is pulled up into a ponytail. Although she’s not beautiful, she has a pretty face, a girl-next-door look with way too much makeup, but I guess the whole package helps with tips. It’s been close to a week since I’ve dipped my wick and just looking at her tits makes my dick hard.
“My friend here, Cage, is looking forward to a steak. You do those well here too?”
She flicks her gaze at me as if she didn’t even realize I was sitting across the table, let alone in the room. Slowly, a smile moves across her face, and she places both hands on the table and leans down toward me, giving me a view of her cleavage.
“Now, Cage, we do steak here. But, honey, you don’t want it done well but bloody and still moving across the plate to fully appreciate it.” She trails a finger from her mouth to her breast and licks her lips.
“Sounds good and a beer,” I say, staring at her finger and tits.
She straightens up and looks at Cooper. “How about you?”
“The same, but send over a large serving of buffalo wings, so we don’t starve to death before they fucking get here.”
“Cool. What type of beer?”
“Anything in a bottle but has to be American, none of that imported shit,” replies Cooper.
I nod and smile at her. “Any chance we could find a place to stay for tonight?”
She looks from me to Cooper and smiles. “I think we can find you a place to bunk for the night.”
We both watch her ass as she moves away, and when I finally look up, Cooper is studying me.
“What?”
“Why do you think the Tourmaline chapter wants to get involved in real estate in Vegas?”
“Money, Coop. It’s always about the money,” I say.
“Yeah, but Vegas? You think they’re trying to buy into one of the casinos?”
“No, no way will the licensing boards commit to letting an MC into a casino. Besides, most of us have criminal records.”
Our little waitress returns and places a beer in front of us both. Instinctively, we both reach out and touch her ass. She doesn’t even flinch but smiles and walks away.
“Think we’re getting lucky tonight,” I murmur as I place the cold bottle against my lips. The liquid slides down my throat, and I welcome it.
We sit in silence for a while, both of us scanning the room, making sure there are no surprises in the busy crowd. The waitress comes back with our wings.
“So, what time do you finish? You want to party later?” asks Cooper.
“I’m done in an hour. I’ve been here all day. You got any spare cash?” she asks.
I grin at her. “Yeah, babe, we tip well. Got a hot shower and a bed for the night, too, and we’ll tip better than normal.”
“I could call a girlfriend—”
“Now, babe, we don’t need a girlfriend. We just need you,” says Cooper with a grin.
“And a bed,” I say.
She looks from Cooper to me and back again, weighing it up.
Cooper pulls out his wad of cash and peels off a fifty. “Two more beers, babe, and keep them coming.”
She takes the fifty, her eyes never leaving his wad, and says, “Two more beers coming up.”
Cooper looks at me and smiles. He always carries around a bankroll, and women like her assume he will give it to them, but he doesn’t. He’ll leave her with some cash, but it’s nothing compared to what she thinks we’ll leave.
“The almighty dollar wins again,” I say with a grin.
“Well, you don’t think it’s your fucking good looks, do you, Cage?”
“You want top or bottom, or are we doing her one at a time?” I ask, my dick getting hard at the thought.
“Let’s let her decide. Something tells me she won’t care, though.” I raise my eyebrows up and down and take another long swig of my beer.
Cooper grins. “Yeah, man, I think you’re right.”
