Prodigal Son (20 page)

I stood up from the table, full of fresh resolve to do something about my life. I was gonna work my ass off, take every extra shift I could get, do well in my classes, and I was gonna make something better of myself. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

“You deserve better, Krystal,” I said to my reflection. “You will get out and make something of yourself.” I studied myself and realized that I had reached a turning point, and it hadn’t even taken some awful, life-shattering event. I was going to be smart, deliberate, and I was going to find my own way out of my fucked up life.

Feeling like a new person, I put on shorts and a tank top and went for a walk through the neighborhood as I planned and dreamed about making my escape.

Monday, July 1, 2013

M
y head pounded before I even opened my eyes, and when I tried to lift my leg to swing it over the side of the bed, I realized that most of my body ached as well. Wishing I’d taken some aspirin rather than doing the last few shots of tequila the night before, I laid still, hoping that I wasn’t going to add nausea to my problems.

Eyes still closed to keep out the sunlight that I was sure streamed in around the edges of the motel curtains, I took a deep breath and steeled myself to open my eyes.

“What the fuck?” I whispered when I saw the tangle of bleached blond hair on the pillow next to mine. I had no recollection of having brought anyone back to my room the night before. Wow. I must’ve had more to drink than I realized.

The woman in bed with me stretched and rolled over to face me, and I realized that she was pretty young. Jesus, I hoped she was at least eighteen. Underneath the makeup, she was pretty, and she looked like her head was much clearer than mine.

“Well, good morning, big fella,” she said with a smile, reaching out to grab my cock.

I jumped and put my hand over hers to stop her.

“I think I had a little too much to drink last night,” I said, reaching down into my bag that was on the floor next to the bed. I fished through it until I found my aspirin bottle, and I winced as I got up to go get a glass of water. I contemplated washing the pills down with the beer that was left in the bottle from the night before, but I realized that getting on my bike after drinking wasn’t the smartest idea. I also realized that I had a morning erection, which hadn’t been helped by the young lady who’d had her hand on it just seconds before.

I walked back toward the bedroom after I’d taken the aspirin, and I decided that I should lie down for a few minutes to let the pills get to work on my headache.

“You know what’s great for a headache?” the girl asked.

“Please tell me,” I answered. “I could use it.”

She threw off the covers, and I realized that she was naked except for the tiny, red satin thong she wore. Both of her nipples were pierced, and the silver barbells looked surprisingly sexy on her small, but fantastic tits. I immediately got harder as I watched her crawl toward the side of the bed where I stood.

“A blow job,” she said. “Great headache cure.”

My first instinct was that I shouldn’t do it. I’d been brought up to respect women and believe that they weren’t just there to be used for sex, but I was pretty sure, having seen three used condoms in the bathroom trash, that I’d already fucked this girl. It wasn’t like I was forcing myself on her, and Jesus Christ, she was pretty fucking hot, and she had her mouth open, and … Jesus.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” I said as she guided the head of my cock into her mouth. Her ass was in the air, and the sight of that tiny scrap of red underwear made me want to rip it off and fuck her again. Who was I to say no to a pretty girl who was down to fuck?

I’d never been a fan of one-night stands, but I had to admit, waking up in bed with a girl who wanted to satisfy me was mighty fucking nice.

“Hey,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder and stopping her.

She lifted her eyes up to meet mine, and she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth. “Yes?” she asked, continuing to slowly work her hand up and down on my shaft.

“What’s your name?”

She laughed, low and sexy. “Thought you might need a reminder. It’s Rose.”

A memory emerged from the tequila haze of the night before. I looked at her upper arm. “I remember,” I said, stroking the rose tattoo there. “Rose.”

“And Luke,” she said, licking her lips and preparing to suck me off.

“Honey, your mouth feels great, but I want to fuck,” I said, seeing what she’d let me get away with.

She straightened up with a smile, perky, pink, pierced nipples bouncing within my reach. I reached out and pulled gently on the two barbells, and she shivered, putting her hand between her legs and spreading her knees apart on the bed.

“How do you want me?” she asked, looking like a fucking wet dream.

“I’m gonna tear those panties off your ass, and I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”

I reached down and ripped the strings at her hips and pulled the scrap of fabric from between her legs. I wondered what she’d do if I just took what I wanted, regardless of whether she was ready. I decided to find out. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. She turned her hips as well and spread her knees apart so that I could see her wet, waiting snatch. I shoved her shoulders to the bed, fumbled on the nightstand for a condom, put it on, and I drove my cock hard and deep inside her without another word.

I lost myself in the pleasure of being buried deep inside a woman’s body. There were no complications, no jealous boyfriends, nothing but a girl who wanted to have sex with me. As I fucked Rose hard and fast, I thought about how amazing it was and how powerful I felt with women at every turn who wanted to sleep with me. I fucking loved being on the road. The two stops we’d made so far had been amply supplied with willing women lined up to pair up — or even threesome up — with any of the Savage Sons. I’d been a little unsure the first night, but apparently the tequila had lowered my inhibitions and given me the courage to reach out and pluck myself a Rose.

I finished, driving hard inside her as I blew my load, and I pulled out and walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“You good?” I asked, pulling on the jeans that I found on the floor.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered, looking around the room for her clothes. “I mean, I could go again, if you wanna. I could fuck that huge cock all day long.”

I realized that I wanted her gone. I didn’t really owe her anything — at least, I was assuming that she wasn’t a hooker. I felt a little dirty for having banged some chick I didn’t even know, and I wasn’t gonna let my conscience get too out of control, but I was finished with Rose.

“Nah. Gotta hit the road early.” I handed her the shirt that had been tossed onto the chair near the bathroom, and she put it on. “I’ll look for you the next time we’re in town.”

I was surprised that Rose didn’t seem the least bit upset about my dismissal of her. She got dressed like it was no big deal, and she headed for the door.

“Hey, Luke. Thanks. That was fun.”

“Yeah, Rose. You take care.”

She walked out the door and I sat down on the bed, stunned at how easy it had been to get rid of her. Apparently I could just pick a girl up, fuck her, and send her on her merry way. No one seemed to care — not even Rose, herself. As I fumbled with the coffee maker in the room, a vision of Krystal popped into my head — the same vision that haunted my dreams lately — her naked on my bed, with champagne pooled in the small of her back.

“Goddamn, why could things not have been as simple with Krystal?” I said as I put the styrofoam cup beneath the brewer.

I knew the answer, though. Krystal was wrapped up with one of my brothers, and, maybe more importantly, I actually liked Krystal. There was something in her — some spark, some hint — that she was not just some club whore, a woman you could fuck and walk away from. I was clear evidence of that. As much as I was enjoying the ride — the wind, the road, the sun — I couldn’t help but think about how much fun it would be to be riding with Krystal. To have her to talk to when we stopped for a beer and a meal. She was smart, and I really liked her.

“Too fuckin’ bad for me,” I said as I poured some powdered creamer into the coffee cup. “She’s off limits,” I told myself. I said the words, but I couldn’t make myself believe them.

My headache had abated a bit, so I took my coffee cup, found my sunglasses, and headed outside in hopes of clearing my head. When I stepped outside my room, I saw Joker sitting on a wooden picnic table across the parking lot, and I walked over to join him. As I approached he put out one cigarette and lit another.

“Mornin’, son,” he called as I approached.

Even though I was discovering that I really liked Joker as I got to know him, I didn’t think I’d ever call him “dad,” but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Mornin’,” I replied as I sat down at the other end of the table.

“How’s the head?” he asked. “I saw your girl leavin’ and she said you were a little hungover.”

“She was right,” I said as I took my first sip of the far-too-weak coffee. “But a little coffee and some breakfast, and I’ll be ready to ride.”

“So how you liking the road so far?”

“I gotta tell you, man, I fucking love it. It feels so free — no place to be, no hurry to get anywhere. I could do this forever.”

Joker laughed and took another drag. “Happy to hear it. You’ve earned a little break with all the work you been doin’.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s been a lot of work, but I’ve enjoyed it. You know, I’ve made a lot of money over my career so far, but it’s always been for other people. It’s nice to know that all the work I’m doing is going to put money in my own pocket for a change.”

Well, yours and eight other guys.” Joker nodded as Sally and the Sergeant at Arms, Trey, crossed the parking lot toward the Waffle House next door. Joker turned to me. “Everything okay with all the guys? I don’t see you and Bug or J.C. talking a whole lot.”

“The guys are great,” I answered, trying to decide how to handle the Bug issue. “Can I be honest?”

“Only way to be.”

“I don’t really like Bug all that much. J.C. is okay if you can get him on his own, but I think Bug’s kind of an asshole.”

Joker sighed and shook his head. “I can see why you’d say that. Moses never warmed to him, either. He ain’t actually a bad guy, once you get to know him, but he’s mighty protective of his position in the MC. He’s always on the lookout for guys trying to bump him outta the V.P. spot.”

“Well, I’m not even a full member. Why would he be wary of me?”

“Luke, he’s got a little bit of the short guy’s complex. He feels like guys look down on him, even if they don’t. It ain’t exactly a rational thing. He sees you as steppin’ into Moses’ role — kinda an unofficial leader of the Sons — and he envies your natural leadership.” He put out the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe. “Least that’s how I see it. That’s enough of the psychological bullshit. I sound like your mother watching them psychologists on talk shows.” He stood up. “Let’s go get us some breakfast.”

We took our seats at the bar next to Sally and Trey.

“So we’re gonna meet your buddy and get our stuff today?” Trey asked.

“Yeah. We should roll into town around one this afternoon if we’re on the road by ten. He’s gonna show us around his grow houses. I figured that we should learn everything we can from the guys who are doing it right.”

Sally poured some sugar into the coffee that the waitress set in front of him. “So he’s got plants that are ready to sell?”

“Yup. He’s curing them now, but they’ll hold for a few months until we get our shop open. By the time all of the licenses and permits are ready, it’ll be perfectly in its prime. One of the biggest mistakes people make is smoking the stuff too early. It has to mellow for a while.”

“And he had some seeds too, right?” Joker asked.

“Yeah. I talked to him and described how we’ve started setting up our warehouse, and he recommended half a dozen kinds that he thinks will work best. We can harvest the first crop and make decisions about which ones fared the best.”

Sally laughed. “I volunteer to be part of the quality control group.”

“Yeah, you and everyone else,” I laughed. “We’ll have a lot of work to do getting everything planted, but I think Sable’s help is going to make a difference. She really has a green thumb.”

Joker agreed. “It’ll be nice for her to spend her time on something that’s gonna make money, rather than those roses that just cost me a fortune.”

Our breakfast arrived, and the haze of my hangover started to clear with the omelette and home fries. While we ate in companionable silence, I realized how much my trip to Colorado to find Joker and Sable had changed my life — forever, I suspected. As sore as I was from the two days of riding, I couldn’t wait to get back on my bike. I loved my cut and the statement it made to the people we passed on the highway. I loved the feeling of being a brotherhood, guys who rode together, drank together, and were building a business together. I loved being able to walk into a bar and find women willing to suck my cock at the drop of a hat.

I felt powerful, and I knew I would never be able to give that feeling up. I loved being on the road, and I loved being a Savage Son.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

I
checked the time on my phone while I folded the last of the laundry I’d done that morning. I’d spent the last few days cleaning Bug’s house from top to bottom, deciding that if I was going to have to spend the next year of my life there, I wanted it to be clean and organized. I’d had plenty of time to think while Bug had been on the ride to Arizona, and I thought I’d come up with a plan for how to make the next year of my life something other than miserable.

I was going to be the perfect old lady. I’d keep the place clean, dutifully give blow jobs on request, and I’d bide my time, keeping the monster calm while I plotted my escape. My goal was to have a job lined up in another city — maybe even another state — by the time I graduated. I knew it might be hard to job-hunt in another location without tipping my hand to Bug, but I was determined. Until then, I’d be all sweetness and light.