Page 4 of Twisted Ties

She giggles low in her throat, and it sounds so sexy. Everything she does feels that way, but I don’t want her nervous, just nice, easy, and relaxed. She was high when she got on the bike, and I’m guessing she won’t mind getting high again, if that’s what she wants.

“You’re not a bad kisser yourself. Our mouths seem to fit together.”

“They more than fit together.” I weave my fingers into hers and rub my fingers over hers. “Come on, you don’t have to be a scaredy cat, the others won’t bite you. If anyone gives you shit, tell me and I’ll sort it out. Everybody’s chill, let’s party a little bit.”

I watch as a grin creeps up on her face. Yep, that’s the one I want. She’s ready to go. We walk over to the club bar, and I get behind it as Jimmy, one of the prospects, is entertaining a cute little female himself. Rubbing my hands, I figure it’s best to start with a drink. Fiona strolls over with her hands in her back pockets. I feel instant relief because truthfully, the two women have a lot in common.

“Hey, I see you’re new to the club,” Fiona directs to her with a kind smile and looks at me for reassurance to proceed. Simone rakes a hand through her long hair, wary of her, but still finds a smile.

“Well, I guess I am, in a way.” Fiona extends her hand as I get the glasses ready, not sure what Simone might like to drink. From what I saw, she’s the bartender with the skills, so I pour up in the meantime, waiting for the ladies to finish their introductions. “This here badass came to rescue me. Although, I don’t get what the hell he was doing in Savage Outlaw country.” I could tell she didn’t mean to let that slip, as the whites of her eyes opened.

“You can relax. Fiona is good people; she’s with Slash over there.”

“It’s okay, there’s a reason for it, but you don’t have to worry about. Come on over when you get your drink. Don’t worry about Debbie, she can get a little loudmouthed and territorial.” Fiona smooths over Simone’s concerns and I can see the smile reach her eyes now. “You’re safe now. The Dark Angels are good eggs, well, I mean as good as a one percenter biker club can be.”

She winks and I laugh with her, giving her fist bump.

“You want something to drink while you’re here, Fi?”

“Nah, I got a drink sitting back with Slash, see you guys in a minute. Nice to meet you, Simone.”

“You too,” she smiles as Fiona walks back to Slash and Snatch.She turns back to me.“What are you serving, bartender?”

“Good times and getting loose,” I banter back as I stick out my tongue.

She places her hand on the bar with a grin. “Sounds like a party I wanna join, can I get a bourbon and coke?”

“Coming right up, sexy.” I pour her a drink and slide it over to her. I grin as she tips the drink back with those lips made of sin. “What’s your opinion? You’re the one with the liquor skills.”

She closes her eyes for a minute as she savors the taste. “Mmm, this is good. Wild Turkey?”

“Yep, that’s what we drink around here. I’m a Jack and Coke type of guy myself.”

“Nice.”

“Come on, let’s get some grooves going, and loosen up in here!” We clink glasses together as we walk past the pool tables where Snatch and Psycho are playing.

“You know these guys already.” I point to Snatch, who’s concentrating on putting a purple big eight ball in the top right pocket. I lick my finger and stick it in his ear just to piss him off. Snatch, who is a decent-sized guy, doesn’t flinch at all.

“If you don’t get away from me, I’m gonna crack this stick over your back. You’re sick.” He wipes his ear and keeps playing as I hold Simone’s hand lightly and we keep moving through. Some of the prospects are entertaining the club whores, but I’m taking Simone to higher ground with Slash, Fiona, and Bull.

“Hey, you made it over here. Welcome,” Slash holds out his hand with an overconfident smile. Simone takes it, but her eyes are trained on him, assessing to check for danger. We’re near the entrance, and I want to switch up the music, as the party’s dull. I know once I get things popping, most of the Angels will be down for a fun time. It’s the weekend and if we’re not doing runs, it’s what we do to decompress.

“Thank you. I appreciate you not trying to kill me or anything,” she says as she taps her glass, and keeps drinking.

Bull smirks. “If we were gonna do that, we would have taken you out long ago. You’re good.” He winks at her, and now she’s had about four other members show her the love she deserves.

“Thanks anyway.” I know the thing to get her out of her head. I drop my drink off on the rustic coffee table for a minute as I pull out a fat joint I rolled earlier in preparation for the afternoon. I lick the paper to secure it as I glance at her. Slash and Fiona already have one rolled and are passing it back and forth. Putting it up my lips, I spark the end of it, sucking in the ganja and blowing it to the roof.

“Here, hit this, you’ll feel better.” I pass the joint to her, and her deep blue eyes catch mine. There’s something so hauntingly special about her that it’s hard to describe. She’s soulful, and I can see the scars of her life written in them. She’s like me, and it takes one to know another. She sucks in hard, inhaling the green and exhaling out perfect O rings, and I start coughing as the high starts to hit. She lets out a husky laugh.

“Oh yeah, I feel better, that’s some good shit. Hitting me right in my chest.”

Slash claps his hands as she chases the high with her sinful lips hitting the glass. “Aye! That’s it, let it hit your system. Shit is real nice.” Fi snuggles into him, giggling. I glide right over to Simone and move my hand to graze the top of her ass. We’re on this floating cloud of high and I don’t wanna come down.

“This weed is so good; I don’t know if my feet are touching the floor anymore.”

We burst into laughter as I guide her to the music. “Ha! This is light, I’m telling you. Here, take another puff, I wanna see those lips do those rings again. That was fucking nice.”

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