Page 4 of Two Weddings and a Shoot Out

“Why is this your fault?” Stella asked.

“Because when we were chatting one night before we fell asleep, I said I wasn’t sure marriage again was for me. If Compass equates intimacy with marriage, that’s probably it,” Maureen said.

“Did you mean what you said?” Meg asked.

Maureen shook her head no. “No, I was protecting myself just in case all he wanted was sex. It was right after we arrived at theranch. I’d only known him for a couple of days. Now how do I fix this?”

Regina chuckled. “Hmm, maybe it’s time for you to take the lead and propose. That is, if marriage is what you want with the man.”

Maureen stared at Regina. Hmm, maybe she should. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Compass, but she also wanted him to take care of the extreme horniness that he created in her. Two problems, one plan, and some amazing women to help her succeed. How soon could she enact this plan?

Chapter Three

Compassgrabbedhissunglasses,slipping them on his face, and headed out to his bike. He was anxious to have it out on the road. Jesse had tuned it up yesterday and told him to ride it around and tell her what he thought.

He walked out to Baron, Rascal, and Locks, who were waiting on their bikes. He got on his and started her up. The rumble was joined by the other bikes, and Compass relaxed at the sound that had signaled brotherhood since they’d come together in the military in nineteen seventy-seven, so many years ago.

When he went nomad, one of the things he missed was riding in a group of his friends, but going nomad had been best for him. He needed the time away from the compound after he lost his wife. For a while, he hadn’t been able to even say her name without a sharp pain in his chest. Watching her wither away from the damn chemo drugs and the cancer had broken something inside him.

Baron led them just like he had those years ago. Compass didn’t begrudge passing the club onto the younger ones because, although he hated to admit it, he wasn’t able to do what he could in his thirties and forties. He freaking creaked when he moved and things hurt.

His dick still worked, which was saying something. After losing Lucille, he hadn’t had any urges. Even some hot woman walking by didn’t get a response. Until her. Maureen. The first night they’d spent together was just him holding her. The comfort of a warm, female body next to him gave him the best sleep he’d had since he lost Lucille.

Besides being funny, gorgeous, and a generous woman, she made his cock steel hard. All the time. He’d had more showers since living with her than he’d had in the last year.

What he felt for her was different from the way he’d felt for Lucille, but it was no less intense. He worried about her when he was away from her, and his day didn’t seem complete unless they talked. He wasn’t sure if it was love, but he knew it was something.

Baron motioned they were turning. Compass wondered where they were going. Normally, if they went on a ride, they stayed on the paved roads. Baron had them heading down a road that Compass was positive transitioned to dirt. He could ride his bike on a dirt road, though he didn’t particularly like the rough ride or how it would bounce around the bike he just got worked on. Baron motioned for another turn, and Compass relaxed but still wasn’t sure where they were going.

Baron signaled he was pulling to the side, and they followed. Baron dropped his kickstand and got off his bike, walking back to them.

“What’s up?” Rascal asked.

“I got word that someone has moved into the abandoned barn on the next property. Strange lights and sounds at night. I think we need to check it out,” Baron said.

Locks chuckled. “And you didn’t tell us at the clubhouse because you’re worried your wife would hear somehow and stop you.”

Compass grinned at the sheepish look on Baron’s face.

“We may be older, but we can still accomplish shit,” Baron grumbled.

“Is that why you didn’t invite any of the younger guys?” Rascal asked.

“I figured Regina would notice if everyone came but us; old guys taking a ride wouldn’t even be a blip on her radar,” Baron said, shrugging. “I’ve never known you all to not be armed when riding, and we’re just checking something out.”

“I’ve got my Smith & Wesson .38 on my ankle and my nine in my cut holster,” Compass said.

“Same,” Rascal replied.

“I’ve got my Taurus revolver on my right ankle, my Rossi 272 on my left, and my nine in my cut holster,” Locks said.

“Overachiever,” Rascal muttered.

“I’ve got two on me, too. I’m not planning on us needing them but just in case. The barn is located about one hundred feet off the road, accessed by a small dirt lane. We’ll be completely exposed once we get past the bushes lining the turn-in lane. I vote we walk in and leave the bikes at the turn-in,” Baron suggested.

“You’re wanting them at the road just in case they start shooting at us and we need to haul ass,” Rascal suggested.

Baron grinned. “You know me well. Let’s do this.”

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