“Thanks brother,” he claps me on my shoulder. “I’ll let him know. You off home?”
“Yeah, I got a full load tomorrow.” I say, turning to walk away as Rusty, our chaplain, and Maverick walk towards us. My ears prick up when Rusty says, “The old Mason place has been bought.”
“Yeah?” Maverick raises his brows. “Who bought that old wreck?”
Rusty shrugs, “Dave said it’s a bunch of women. Two sisters and their girls. Says they’re a little out there. Hippiefied.”
I raise my eyebrows when Maverick chuckles, “What the fuck is hippiefied?”
“Fucked if I know,” Rusty chuckles. “If they can get the place running, it’ll be good for the town.”
They stop when they get to us. Maverick turns to Mamba, who is our secretary and our IT specialist. “Can you check on them? Get their details from Dave. Make sure there’ll be no issues. Their property borders ours, and I don’t want to have any surprises.”
“Sure thing, Pres,” Mamba nods. “I’ll go do that now. Axle, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Giving him a chin lift, I bid my brothers goodnight and walk to my bike.
Before long, I’m riding down the road that takes me behind the clubhouse to the houses hidden by a grove of trees. Slowing down as my house comes into view, I press the button for my garage door and ride right in before switching my bike off.
Closing the door behind me, I walk through the adjoining door into the mudroom/laundry room. Toeing off my boots, I strip and fill the washing machine, then start it up. Taking the clothesI’d dried yesterday out of the dryer, I add them to the laundry basket and walk naked through the open-plan kitchen, dining room, and lounge towards my bedroom.
I’d taken one entire side of the house and turned it into a bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe and an en-suite bathroom. On the other side of the house, I’d put two bedrooms and a family bathroom. Why? I had no idea.
I didn’t have any plans to find an Ol’ Lady but when I’d seen the plans that Maverick made available for the brothers to choose from, this is the one that called to me. It was a lot of house for one guy.
Dumping the basket of clothes on the bed, I fold and then place them in the wardrobe. Going back to the kitchen, I move to the fridge and open it. Nothing in here appeals to me. I could get a prospect to get me something, but I‘m not that hungry.
Instead, I grab another beer and take it back to the bathroom with me. Starting the shower I step in, placing the beer on the shelf away from the water spray.
Soaking my hair, I rest my hands on the wall, enjoying the hot water beating down on my shoulders. The memory of the laugh I’d heard this afternoon trickles through my mind, and my cock twitches.
“Fuck,” I murmur, a little disgusted with myself. I grab the body wash and squirt some in my palm, rubbing my hands together before lifting them to my hair and washing. Suds flow down overmy face and down my body. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire.
I try to ignore my ever-hardening cock as I wash the day away, but it’s futile. Eventually, I give up and grip my cock in a firm grasp, stroking my hand up and down my shaft, twisting my fist at the end just like I like it. My orgasm is coming hard and fast.
I don’t fight it, allowing it to flow over me as I gasp out a name I’ve not uttered for years. “Angel,” I groan, panting with the force of my orgasm. Closing my eyes for a minute, I wonder if I should look for her one more time.
It’s time to admit to myself I’ve never gotten over her, never found another woman to hold my attention the way she had. For all I know, she’s happily married with a dozen kids and a husband that brings her flowers every Thursday.
I’ll sleep on it and decide tomorrow.
***
It’s months later when I finally decide to pull my finger out of my ass and find a private investigator. I’m not sure what was holding me back. The fear of being disappointed if he didn’t find her, or that I’d have to decide if I wanted to keep waiting for a ghost.
In the end the decision’s taken away from me.
We had our monthly church and were warned off the women next door. That wouldn’t be a problem for me. I walked out with Roman, intending to have a drink then go back to the garage and finish up on a sweet ride that had come in for a service yesterday.
Her owners were twin sisters in their early twenties. They were friendly enough, and I knew from the address they gave me they were from the garden centre up the road from us.
Going to the small cubby that housed my phone and keys when we were in church, I keyed in my code, opening it. A missed text message was flashing at me.
When I saw it, I went cold as anticipation mixed with excitement thrummed through me. My hands trembling, I typed in.
Me: I’m on my way, don't let her leave.
Not waiting for a reply, I shove my phone in my pocket and ignore Roman’s shout of concern as I run to my bike. I’m out the clubhouse gate, unaware of the chaos and concern I left behind me, or that my brothers had ridden out after me. My one thought was to get to the next town and Lala’s diner.