Bear sat down at the table, pulling T.A. down to sit on his lap. Fat Louise tried to cut in with Pike and Killyama, but two of the biker bitches were more than he could handle and he retreated back to the bar.
Later, Sex Piston and everyone else in the bar cheered when the happy couple left for their honeymoon. They were riding Knox’s bike to Florida to see their new island.
Sex Piston seriously needed to find out who Shade was buying his reefer from.
Chapter Eighteen
“Let’s get out of here.” Stud took her hand, dragging her from the club without giving her a chance to tell her crew she was leaving.
Stud’s bike was parked outside. Sex Piston climbed on behind him and then the bike roared out of the parking lot, making Sex Piston cling tighter to Stud, scooting closer to him on the seat so that her thighs could nestle next to his. The friction of his jeans against her bare thighs had Sex Piston’s body reminding her that they hadn’t fucked since before the argument the night she had met his aunt.
Star’s kidnapping had kept him busy and she hadn’t gone over to his house to see the girls. She had wanted to regroup, but this time it was harder to do. Star had made her realize that she couldn’t keep Stud out of her heart because he was already there.
Sex Piston dragged herself from her thoughts, realizing that they were going out of Jamestown and heading toward Treepoint. Sex Piston enjoyed the ride, wishing she could enjoy the wind rushing by, but her pops had only instilled one rule when he had taught her to ride and that was to always ride with a helmet.
Expecting to go directly to Treepoint, Sex Piston was surprised when Stud turned at a side road that led up a winding path of one of the mountains. She had seen the turn off several times on the way to see Beth, but had never paid it much attention.
He followed the curvy road that gradually grew steeper and steeper. Sex Piston’s hold tightened even further at the sheer drop off on the side of the road, but her confidence in Stud never faltered. Even when a deer ran across the road, he handled the bike with expert precision.
After fifteen minutes, he slowed down, taking an even smaller side road for about a half mile before pulling onto a long driveway that had a gated entrance. Stud pulled his bike up to a metal box that he inserted a key into. The heavy gate slid open and Stud’s bike drove through the entrance.
The house she saw was everything you would expect from a home in the mountain. It was a two-story log home with a wraparound porch. The back of the house hung off the side of the mountain, and Sex Piston could only imagine that the views from the deck would be spectacular.
“Where are we?” Sex Piston asked as they climbed off the bike.
“My home.”
“You live here?” Sex Piston couldn’t understand how he could afford a home like this.
He was working at Powell’s garage in town as a mechanic until he got the Destructors settled. She had assumed that was what he did in West Virginia. Sex Piston couldn’t imagine him working a nine to five job, so that left only one option. She had found herself a dud. There was no way that he could afford a home like this on a mechanic’s salary; he was involved in some illegal shit.
“Take me home.”
They had been walking to his front door, but he came to a sudden stop at her angry command.
“Why don’t you want to see my home?” She could tell he wasn’t going to take her back to Jamestown without her going inside first.
“Because I don’t want to know how you paid for it. It would make me an accessory, and I don’t plan on visiting you in jail!”
Stud laughed while continuing on to the house, keeping his hand on her arm while she kept trying to get away. When the door closed behind them, he let her go.
Sex Piston closed her open mouth with a snap. No wonder he had refused to get a bigger place when she had suggested it. He already owned a huge home.
Despite her hesitance, Sex Piston wandered through his house. The living room was large with a stone fireplace and wooden floors. The heavy furniture fit in with the rustic style of the log home. Sex Piston knew the furniture was expensive. She was planning on giving her mother a new living room set for Mother’s Day. This was the furniture that when she told the salesmen her budget, he would walk on by to the room at the back of the store which held the cheaper sets.