Page 19 of Givin' Me Fitz!
Most motorcycle clubs were just a group of folks with a common interest in riding motorcycles and having fun as a group. A lot of them did charitable poker runs to support a particular charity or a club member who had fallen into some bad luck. As a former Deputy US Marshal, I was more than familiar with one-percenter clubs because I’d put people into WITSEC who had testified against a club for drug distribution, protection rackets, or human trafficking.
Studying Sawyer Abbott, I had a hard time imagining the man doing harm to anyone. He came across as kind and charitable, but what did I know?
Dallas had mentioned how badly Sawyer had been beaten up to allow others to rescue the Torrentes, and I had to wonder if it was a regular occurrence that he’d sacrifice himself for the benefit of others.
“We bordered on the one-percenter line when my grandfather, Harry, and even my dad, Keller, ran the club. Harry was one of the founders of this club. We’re a daughter club of the Reno Rough Riders.” Sawyer finished his beer and tossed the can toward the front of the truck bed and reached for another, so I downed mine and did the same.
“Where’d you grow up?” Sawyer asked me as he popped the tab on a can and handed it to me.
“West Texas. My family owns a ranch near Midland. My younger brother runs it. I go back a couple times a year, but we don’t get along so well so I don’t stay long. How about you?”
Much to my surprise, Sawyer put his hand over mine where I was leaning on the truck bed. My heart fluttered like a teenager. It had never happened before, and at fifty, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Maybe the age thing needed to be addressed and then we could call it off and not waste time?
“I grew up in Pahrump. My grandparents built the house where I live, which is behind the old farmhouse we use as a clubhouse now. My parents moved there when I was growing up and my grandparents moved off the property, and now, I live there. I can’t imagine moving, though it’s on the property the Cowboys own. I guess one day I’ll need to move somewhere else so the new president can have the house.”
His eyes were so damn green, it was as though I was looking at the clover in the field at the ranch. “Is your crew ablood in,blood outorganization?”
It wasn’t a myth that those organizations existed and held grudges against anyone who crossed them. I didn’t like the idea that Sawyer and his brothers were of the same ilk.
Sawyer sighed as he pulled me closer. “I can’t say we are, but I can’t say we aren’t. What I can say is that I’m incredibly attracted to you. You’re sexy as hell.”
He was damn quick to change the subject. “Why on earth would you be interested in me?” I had to ask. I was too fucking old to play games.
Sawyer stared at me for a moment, those green eyes looking into my soul. “You’re hot, Fitz. I’d love to spend some time with you… naked. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m fifty. I’ve got aches and pains older than you, Sawyer. If I sit down for too long, I doze off. Nobody your age wants to spend time with folks my age.”
It was the honest-to-god’s truth. Why would a hot young guy like Sawyer have any interest in a man my age?
Sawyer smirked. “Come lie back here with me, and I’ll explain it to you as loudly as you need, old man.” He laughed as he pulled the blanket from under us and spread it out on the metal truck bed. I wasn’t looking forward to lying on the thing. My old bones would be hurting in short order.
Sawyer crawled toward the toolbox, opening it and pulling out a thick cushion and a bottle of whiskey. I couldn’t hold the laugh. “How old is that whiskey? Being in the sun in that chrome toolbox make it taste better?”
It was a new bottle, and after he opened it, he handed it to me. “Have some.”
I picked up the bottle, but before I took a sip, I stared at Sawyer. “You wanna take a swig first?” Did I trust the guy? Fuck if I knew.
Sawyer laughed and took the full bottle to his lips, sucking down a healthy glug. “I wouldn’t try to hurt you, Fitz. You’ve been upfront with me, so I’ll be upfront with you. I’m not a great guy. I’ve done shit that I won’t admit to doing because it would get me in trouble with the law, and I’ll probably do it again. That said, I really like you. I’ve enjoyed spending the evening with you.”
“Oh? Youlikeme?”
The gorgeous man stared at me, taking the bottle and twisting on the cap before he moved over the top of me. “Yeah, Ilikeyou.”
He ducked and brushed his lips over mine. I reached to pull the elastic band from the back of his hair. The gorgeous locks fell all around me, and the smell of sandalwood and oranges filled our close proximity.
I grasped the beautiful brown-and-blond hair, sweeping the long curly locks away from his handsome face, pulling him closer. Before our lips met, I touched his chest to stop him. “I’m not a judgmental guy, Sawyer. I believe you’re a good man. I don’t give a damn about your history or whatever went down in the past. I’m just here in your present.”
“I like hearing that, Fitz.”
When his mouth met mine, I almost couldn’t breathe. His lips were firm, and my heart pounded at the feel of his hard body on top of mine.
Sawyer’s tongue swept over my lips, and I happily welcomed him inside. The taste of his mouth had my dick stiffening without my consent. God, I wanted to feel him inside me, but I wouldn’t beg him. He wasn’t one to commit as he’d already told me, and I wasn’t one not to.
Would one wild night be wrong? Hell, would it be enough? Could Inotfall in love with the man? I was fifty-fucking-years old. What the hell was wrong with me?
Sawyer rubbed his hand over my jeans where my cock was fighting for release before he slid up to the button, flipping it open and sliding down the zipper. “I need to feel you, Fitz.”
Who was I to say no? It had been a long fucking time, so I lifted my ass to allow him to pull down my jeans, not sure how far he wanted to go.
