I grin. It’s not the worst idea he’s had. Wonder what Hazel would do if I took a detour to a chapel in the Smoky Mountains? I stroll to my cage still cheesing big. I slide into the driver’s seat and pull Hazel in for a kiss.
“What are you so happy about? Did you rescue a kitten or something? Scare a small child?”
“Or something. I’m in a good mood.”
“If you say so.”
“We stopping to eat or are you cool with hitting a drive-thru?”
“I’m cool eating on the go.”
I stop off for gas and swing through a fast-food joint for a couple of sausage biscuits and coffee. Once we get on the freeway Hazel starts fiddling with my radio.
“What are you doing?”
“Finding something decent to listen to.”
“Have a few rules I think we need to go over. No one drives my cage but me.”
“Cage?”
“Yeah. Cars and trucks don’t hold the same freedom of a motorcycle, so we call them cages.”
“Interesting.”
“You think its dumb.”
“Kind of.” She grimaces.
“It’s ok, Hazel. You’re a cager, we’ll work on that.”
“Why does it seem like you insulted me?”
“Back to the rules of being my passenger. No touching my stereo.”
“No fair.”
“You always had horrible taste in music.”
“I had a boy band phase. You can’t hold it against me forever.”
“Says you. I’ve heard you sing and as much as I love you I can’t in good conscience subject my ears to that horror.”
“Okay if that’s how you want to play this. I can’t in good faith allow your dick anywhere near my vagina nor my mouth anytime soon. I think I’m about to start my period.”
“That’s what anal is for but the blood will only make ya wetter. Either way I win.”
“Eww.”
I shrug and decide I don’t want to think about bloody period sex while I’m eating, but I’ll fuck Hazel period or not.
“Tell me more about these biker world rules. If I’m going to be an Ol’ Lady, it’s only fair I know the proper etiquette.”
“We already went over this, but I think I should cover it again. When we’re around any of my brothers you don’t question me. What I say is law. If you disagree with something you can say your peace on it when we’re behind closed doors. It’s a respect thing. You see a brother messing with someone who isn’t his woman you keep your mouth shut. Their relationship is none of your business. When a brother is at the clubhouse, he doesn’t need to be worried about looking over his shoulder. Don’t have to like it or agree with it, but that’s the way of it.” I glance over at her already knowing where her train of thought is headed.
“So, you guys cheat on your wives and girlfriends?”
“Not everyone is that way but yeah some men fuck around with cut sluts. Women who hang around the club who love to fuck a patched brother.”