One You Can’t Forget

“Aces! Good to see you, man.”

The vice president of the Hades’ Spawn club clapped his shoulder.

“Need to talk to you, man. And it’s some serious shit, so I’m talking to all the club members.”

“Shall I?” Luke motioned to the repair bays, intending to call over Gibs and Saks.

“Naw. I’ll catch them at the clubhouse later. You, though, are always working.”

“You know, business owner.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“And you’ve got it down. Sweet shop it is.”

“Thanks. So?” Luke didn’t have time for pleasantries.

“Yeah. Bad news, Luke. Okie’s going to Enfield on those drug charges.”

Luke shook his head. He couldn’t believe the club president did anything with drugs, let alone deal them.

“It was heroin, Luke. Five to twenty on a first offense.”

“That sucks. Okie’s a good guy.”

“That he is, Luke, but we have to think of the club. I’m taking the prez’s position. Everyone is moving up, but we’ll need a sergeant-of-arms.”

“Are you asking me?”

“You’re Road Captain. Everyone likes you. You’d be a natural.”

“Sorry, I’ve got enough on my hands.”

“Then you don’t mind if I ask around then?”

“Not at all.”

“How’s the planning for the road trip?”

“Everything’s set.”

“Great. Thanks. See ya Saturday.”

“Sure.” Luke stuck his hands in his pockets. He watched Aces get on his bike and pull out on the road. He walked back into the garage disturbed at this latest development. Regardless of the evidence against Okie, Luke knew the man for years and didn’t believe for a second Okie dealt drugs. There was something he didn’t like about Aces, even though the man was popular with other club members.

“What was that?” asked Gibs.

“Bad news. Okie got five to ten.”

“That sucks,” said Gibs.

“Yeah. Aces is taking over the club.”

“Good,” said Saks. “This business with Okie has put a drain on the whole club. Don’t get me wrong. Okie’s a good guy and all, and when he gets out, I’ll welcome him with open arms. But until then, the club must go on.”

“Yes,” seconded Gibs. “Besides, Aces is a good guy. He’ll make a great prez.”

“Sure,” Luke said without enthusiasm. “I’m sure he will.” With a sigh, he walked back to his office.

#

Luke dropped his keys on the side table inside the front door of his house and sat down to pull off his boots. Almost immediately he heard the doorbell. He finished tugging off his boots and opened the door to find Deirdre, the woman he’d been dating the past three months.

“Hi, honey,” she said with a bright smile. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, and her brown eyes shone with happiness to see him.

He on the other hand didn’t want company.

“I brought dinner.” She held up a paper bag and gave him a kiss.

“I wish you’d called, Babe. I’m beat.” He did his best to smile and came up short.

“You’ve been busy all week.”

“I know. Sorry.”

She slid her hands around his neck. “You know I miss you, baby.”

Luke gave her a kiss on the cheek but wasn’t feeling the spark that would light up things with Deirdre. He cursed himself. It wasn’t her fault he didn’t feel sociable, but on the other hand, he didn’t ask her over either.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Our club president Okie, was sentenced today. He got five to ten”

“I’m sorry.” Deirdre ran her hand over Luke’s ass.

“Aces is taking over.”

“Who’s Aces, again?” Luke could tell by the flat tone of her voice she wasn’t interested, but he answered anyway.

“Jake Kinney, the vice president.”

“Oh.” She found a spot behind his ear interesting and licked it.

“Ummm,” Luke murmured. He didn’t feel anything and wished he could get her to go home.

She put her free hand up his shirt and pulled it up to suck on his nipple.

“Deirdre.”

The bag of food slid to the floor, and Deirdre palmed his crotch. “I’ve missed this.”

“Sweetheart,” he tried to say, but she covered his mouth with her red lips, devouring them, thrusting her tongue to meet with Luke’s.

She pulled her head away. “Come on, baby, show me a little enthusiasm.”

Luke tried to get his head into the game. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger, and though she squirmed, Luke didn’t.

Deirdre wasn’t to be deterred. She rubbed his crotch with her hand, and with expert grace, undid his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. “Oh, baby, you know I love those jeans on you, but even more off.”

With her help his jeans slipped down his hips to the floor, and Deirdre reached inside his boxers to take his cock in her hand.

It wasn’t happening, not this way, and Luke knew it. Slowly, he backed her to the couch, and pushed her skirt up around her hips. Her lace panties were wet from her excitement, and normally this set Luke off. He nibbled on the panties, and eased a finger inside her. She was so wet it wasn’t long before he added a second finger, sliding them back and forth.