Page 4 of Gypsy Angel

“Nah, it’s ok. See here’s the thing, you said the key word, ‘girls’. You boys always bitch, moan and groan about women and their vibrators. You ‘boys’ claim to have high sex drives and want a woman who has the same and love to tear a woman’s pussy up. Yet when you drop trou, you have an incher for a dick, if that much, and only manage to be a two-pump chump just like you were in high school, that convulses when you spew the dot of come you spit out while I’m still laying there wondering if you even put it in yet. Shit, I get a better orgasm just riding my damn Harley!” Diesel stared the kid down, daring him to step forward with the crowd surrounding them.

“Seriously, I can’t believe this dude claims he wants to be called the professor.” Rameriez shook her head, staring at the kid trying to hold back her laughter.

“Should we call Diesel Mary Anne now?” Pratt asked, leaning back into her husband.

“Great, so now we have Gilligan’s Island for entertainment now?” Sgt. Brocard asked, her eyes going back and forth between the two parties.

“Nah, that’s for when you go home and pull out the vibrator and scream Hammer’s name as you come.” Diesel fired back, without taking her eyes off the kid who glared at Diesel for calling him out.

“Bitch!” Sgt. Brocard mumbled.

“Love you too, sarge!” Diesel blew kisses at her sgt. deciding to ignore the kid.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a whore…”

The kid never got to finish his statement when Highlander, Marcus, Viper, Kermit, Cowboy, Jacko and Texas all grabbed ahold of the kid and dragged out of the back door into the backyard before the females could get move. Diesel stood up to follow before she was pulled back by her team.

“Let them handle it. From what Marcus told me, the kid was on his last chance. They were watching him for a bit, but he’s done now. Let them handle it.” Raso said softly, trying to get Diesel to back down.

“What was he doing here?” Diesel asked, glaring at the darkness where she knew the group of men were.

“Jacko had him with him, something is going on at the clubhouse and the kid was a part of it. Jacko was trying to get the kid to show his hand. Looks like he did, but with the wrong woman.”

“What does the wrong woman have to do with it?” Diesel asked in confusion at Raso’s comment.

“Girl, I know you’re not that damn dense. The only reason Viper and his boys are here is cuz our two lugnuts told him you’d be here. Viper has the hots for you!” Pratt laughed, shaking her head, trying to look out the door.

“Well, she could do worse. I’m surprised your husband’s team isn’t here, Laura.” Captain Irby said, pouring herself a glass of wine as before sitting on a bar stool.

“Wait, did Larry go out there too, captain?” Raso asked, realizing that Larry wasn’t in the room.

“Yep.”

“Oh shit! That kid won’t be getting an open casket for his damn funeral.” Rameriez murmured, going to the kitchen. “Should we start the food that way it’s at least halfway done by the time the guys finish burying the little shit?”

The women got up and started getting the food ready, putting the burgers on a plate to take out to the grill while the others got the sides started when the men walked back in, minus ‘the professor’ and Jacko.

FOUR

The rest of the evening went off without an issue. Jokes were cracked, food was cooked and eaten, food was thrown at others when jokes got too raunchy, and laughter was had by all. Yet, no one was going to ruin the fun by commenting on the looks being exchanged by Diesel and Viper. Nope, not a single person. They were letting that one play out because it was going to be one hell of an explosion.

“Need a ride home?” Viper asked, looking around and not seeing another vehicle around.

“Nope. I have my own.” Diesel smirked as she walked out of the front door, grabbing the helmet on the table by the front door, shocking the shit out of Viper.

“Wait, you’re telling me that soft tail is yours?” Viper chuckled, thanking the heavens that it was dark out because his damn dick decided to literally make itself known more than it had all damn night at the thought of Diesel riding a bike on her own.

“Yep!” Diesel answered, popping her ‘p’ as she straddled her bike, putting her helmet on. “I did say I got a better orgasm from my Harley than I have from a man. Thought I was joking?”

Viper couldn’t help but laugh a deep belly laugh at Diesel’s expression when she made her comment. This woman made his dick so damn hard he could pound a fucking nail through a damn steel beam right now. No woman has ever been able to do that shit in the history of his fucking dick getting hard.

Viper didn’t say anything else as he straddled his HD Fat boy and started her up. Damn this ride was going to be painful since he had such a fucking hard-on. Even pounding on the kid’s face earlier didn’t take away the woody he had. Fucking kid. Poor Jacko had to deal with a third casualty tonight. He owed the man in more ways than one tonight. Fuck!

He was pulled out of his musings when he heard a bike rev its engine as it drove off, making him realize that Diesel didn’t wait around for him. Shit, she was going to be a pain in his ass. He seriously needed to fuck her and get her out of his system. Damn it!

Viper revved his engine as he pulled out of his parking spot and followed Diesel. Pulling up beside her, he enjoyed the sounds of both of their bikes purring in the night as they rode along the backroads. Neither one acknowledging the other, just enjoying the ride.

Thirty minutes after they started the ride, Diesel pulled up in front of a nice ranch style house with an attached garage. Viper looked around and saw that the yard was fenced in, cameras hidden in the tree, the front porch and the garage area. He was glad to see she took her security seriously considering most women didn’t from his experience. Shaking his head, Viper had to battel with himself over his thoughts. This wasn’t his woman. He was just being a gentleman and escorting her home after the shitshow that happened earlier.

---