TWATKNOT

The smell of cheap whiskey and perfume fills my nostrils when I wake to an ass wiggling against my cock. My eyes strain to open, and when they do, I find the pretty little blonde from the bar last night with the voluptuous ass pressed up against me. I shake my head, trying to clear the looming hangover pounding inside of my skull. The blonde—whose name I don’t remember—continues to wiggle. Shit, she’s awake. Normally, I’d cut and run before the sun was up, but that’s a little hard to do when this is my tent. If I want to get out of here, I’ll have to get creative.

“Morning,” she purrs, peering over her shoulder at me under those thick, fake eyelashes. “Last night was fun.”

I smile. “It was.” Most of what I remember was fun, anyway. My cock buried in that sweet ass of hers, and the way she screamed like a porn star as I fucked her. V and Priest were beating on the side of the tent, telling me to shut her the hell up. Good night all in all, except for that run-in with the mouthy, yet intriguing bartender at the Moose Knuckle.

“Want to get some breakfast?” she asks, pulling me back to my current predicament of getting her out of here. “I know a little place close by.”

Warning lights go off in my head. Blondie here doesn’t understand this was a one-night only party for two that’s meant to end by the time the sun rises.

“Listen, sweetheart, last night was fun, but that’s all it was—fun, for the both of us.” I go to move away from her, but I don’t get far. My naked back hits the slick fabric, stopping me from going any farther.

I almost flinch when her face flushes with embarrassment. “Oh.”

“It’s nothing against you. You’re fucking hot, but I’m here for a good time. You understand, don’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.” Huffing, she gets to her knees and starts searching for her clothes. Seeing her bra in the corner, I snag it off the floor and hand it to her, only to watch her hold it against her chest like she’s suddenly shy.

It wouldn’t be this weird if she understood the assignment. At no point did I let on that I was looking for a commitment. It's bike week. She knows what it is, or she should.

As soon as she finishes gathering her things, she bolts from the tent without another word.

Stepping out behind her, I find V and Priest staring at her naked ass walking away in a huff. Their eyes shift to me and I look away.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

“Some women get it, some don’t. Didn’t put two and two together that she was a patch bunny looking to be adopted.” I stretch my arms out over my head, trying to work out the kink in my shoulder. Priest’s eyes go wide when he looks over in my direction.

“Dude, put on some fucking pants.”

I look down and shrug. “Don’t be jealous, boy scout. Not everyone can be this lucky.”

“You’re lucky it hasn’t fallen off, dickhead.”

Reaching back inside the tent, I grab my jeans and tug them on.

“There, I’m dressed.” I notice the bags under their eyes. “You ladies don’t look like you got much sleep.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Between her screaming and your snoring,” Priest growls, “I got exactly zero hours of sleep.”

“Aw, you poor babies.”

“You at least owe us some fucking breakfast.”

“A big one,” V adds.

“You’ve already seen a big one this morning.” I shift my gaze down to my crotch and roll my hips. “Bet it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, too. Hell, it’s shaping up to be a big week for you guys already.”

V looks ready to hit me. “Not your dick, fuckface. I’m talking steak, eggs, fucking pancakes with syrup that has real blueberries in it, not that artificial shit.” He continues to list out six more breakfast items before I finally stop him.

“Sure thing. It’s the least I can do.” I smile, knowing damn well we’re meeting up with the guys for breakfast on the club’s dime. “Let me get my shit and we can get that breakfast you’re bitching about.”

I step through the flap to get a clean shirt from my duffle. Sliding it over my head, I finish off my morning care routine with some deodorant and body spray. I’d already made plans to swing by one of the guys’ rooms later for a shower, because there’s no way in hell I’m using the ones setup at the campground. I draw the line in the sand over that experience. I’d seen enough shit go down in those stalls that would last me a lifetime.

Grabbing my phone off the solar charger, I head back outside and find V and Priest waiting on their bikes. Peering down at my phone, I realize why. We were supposed to meet the brothers at nine, and it’s fifteen after. Shit.

I slide my leg over the cool, black metal tank, still wet from the morning dew. The only time this place is remotely decent this time of year is in the morning, so we have to make the best of it before the blistering mid-day sun starts warming the place up like a brick oven. The engine on my bike roars to life as soon as I hit the ignition switch. V and Priest take off toward the main part of town, and I follow behind them.

Every street is packed with bikes—old, new, and modified. We get lucky and spy a group of men pulling out of their spaces just a few blocks away from the restaurant Judge had picked out the night before. As soon as we get parked, we step inside the packed fucking dining room. The noise level is off the charts, but a loud-ass whistle draws my attention to the brothers, tucked into one of the large tables in the back, flanked by their old ladies in cuts that match our own. Judge is sitting there, arms crossed, with Grace tucked in close to his side. His glare intensifies the closer I get to the table.

“You forget how to tell time after getting patched?” Judge quips.

“TK had to get his dick out of that blonde chic, Prez.”

Judge’s mouth turns up in a tight smile. “Figured as much.”

We head toward the end of the table, where a few open seats remain. V and Priest end up next to each other at the very end, but I force my way in next to Lindsey, much to Karma’s displeasure. Settling in, I pick up the menu and look over the basic breakfast shit, and even I have to admit, I worked up quite an appetite. Might regret it later with this hangover, but a man has to eat.

An older waitress comes over to take our orders. Honestly, with as busy as this place is, I’ll be lucky to get my food before lunch. That’s when I spy a lonely piece of bacon on Lindsey’s plate next to me, ripe for the taking.

“Morning, sugar tits,” I drawl, warming up for the distraction.

“Sugar tits?” Karma growls from the other side of her. “The fuck you just call my woman?”

My plan is working.

“Calm down, big guy. Just saying hello to my favorite girl.”

He starts to reach over to deck me, but Lindsey elbows him in the ribs. “I can take care of myself, you know.” With her eyes focused on him, and his now focused on her, I go to nab that piece of bacon when a fork comes down dangerously close to my thumb. A fork attached to StoneFace’s monstrous hand.

The impact draws Lindsey’s attention back to her plate. When she realizes what I was trying to do, she looks up and sneers at me, but all I can do is smile innocently.

“Back off my bacon, asshole. If you’d have gotten here on time, you too might have some hot, crispy, savory bacon.” Closing her eyes, she brings the piece to her lips and takes a bite. “Mmm, delicious,” she moans seductively.

“Unlike your man, I share,” I grumble. “Sharing is caring.” Quick, I try to snatch the bacon from her fingers, but she jerks it away.

Karma smirks. “She ain’t sharin’ shit with you, dickface.”

“Karma says no sharing, so no sharing.” She takes another bite and chews it slowly, watching me out of the corner of her eye. She does this until it’s gone, then gives me a wide smile when Karma pulls her closer to him, as well as her plate.

As much as I like to tease the ladies, I’m not a dumbass. I know messing with them is also messing with my brothers, but it’s just so much fun stirring the pot, especially when it’s Karma. Pressing his buttons is pretty much my specialty. All the shit I took from him as a prospect, I’m giving back to him little by little. And now, with Lindsey officially his girl, it’s way too damn easy to rile him up, and I never pass up an opportunity to do so.

“What happened to you last night?” StoneFace asks from my left.

“Had a little business to take care of.”

“His business was giving it to the blonde that followed him around like a lost puppy at the bar,” V chimes in. “Trust me, her moans are burned into my memory.”

“Happy to give you your first memorable Sturgis experience, bud. I’ll try to make some more for you later tonight.”

V glares at me.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just a little grumpy ’cause he didn’t get any sleep.”

Judge rolls his eyes at me from the end of the table. “There are still a couple of open rooms at the motel,” he reminds V and Priest.

“And rob them of the experience, Prez? Come on, now. They’ll appreciate it later.”

“More like, I’ll smother you in your sleep,” Priest mumbles under his breath.

“Oh, that’s a sin, Father. You don’t want any dark marks on your record,” I chuckle. “How many Hail Marys will you have to say for that again?”

He starts to say something, but the waitress arrives with our food in tow. The greasy goodness on my plate is going to wreak havoc on my body later, but I don’t give two shits right now. Bacon shits, be damned. I devour it all in record time, while the rest of the group sits and chats like a bunch of old women at their crocheting clubs.

When we’re all finally finished, Judge snatches the bill from the waitress, and Priest and V take notice.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of owing us a big breakfast, dickhead.”

I snort. “You didn’t say I had to pay for it.”

“So what’s on the schedule for today, Prez?” Hashtag asks over the crowd.

“I have to head into a meeting with all the chapter presidents.”

Grace frowns. “Meeting?”

“Just a formality. Shouldn’t take too long,” he responds vaguely, but the guys know what he means. With so many clubs here for bike week, ground rules must be made. Concessions on any beef happening between clubs cease while we’re here on neutral ground. Violating those rules would come with heavy consequences for anyone involved, including losing your patch. As National President of The Black Hoods MC, Judge must attend.

“I thought us girls could hit up some of the local shops,” Shelby, Hashtag’s ol’ lady, mentions, with all women chiming their agreement. Thankfully, with all of them wearing their property patches, their guys shouldn’t have to worry too much about them getting into any trouble. But seeing the look on Judge’s face tells me one of us will be tagging along. He looks over the crowd before his eyes land on me.

“Oh, fuck no,” I argue before he even asks. “Don’t make me go.”

“You’re going,” Judge orders with a smile. “If you’d shown up on time, I might’ve asked someone else, but today’s your lucky day, TK.”

“Fine,” I scoff, because there’s no point in arguing with him. When the president says to do something, you do it, no matter how much you hate it. “But no girly shit,” I warn them. All the females smile back at me, but Lindsey’s smile is sinister. She leans in close, knowing Karma’s watching and listening. “Ready to carry my bags? Just so you know, I plan on doing a lot of shopping.”

“If you need help trying on some of those lacy things, I’m your man, sugar tits.”

Karma slams his fist down on the table next to her. “Keep it up, asshole.”

“Trust me, I plan on it.” I turn my attention back to Lindsey, while Karma fumes behind her. “Now, about those lacy things I mentioned…”