"Yeah, just catching up on shit with my big brother." Rock turned to Henri. "Wanna meet my brothers?"
"No. Suzette and I are leaving."
"Are you Suzette Terriot? I remember you from high school."
"Hi, Roche." She smiled widely and it frightened the hell out of him. "I heard you moved to Colorado."
"Yeah. I didn't recognize you." Fuck, Isa was right. She made her big tits even bigger. Something's all kind of crazy with this chick.
"Is that Clotille Boucher next to you?"
Clotille straightened her shoulders. "Yes, I'm Clotille. I'm sorry, but I don't remember you."
"I didn't think you would. I was in Armand's class. How's he doing?"
Rock noticed a glint of anger in his brother's eyes when his date asked about Armand. "Did you used to go out with him?" Rock knew asking the question was childish, but he took delight in the visible flush in Henri's face.
Suzette nodded and giggled. "The last year in high school, and then on and off for a bit."
"When did you get in town, Clotille?" Henri said, and Rock smirked at him to show he knew Henri was diverting the conversation away from Suzette's interest in her ex-boyfriend.
"Not too long ago," Clotille answered.
"She's leaving real soon. Just a passing-through trip, right?" He darted his eyes to her and she nodded.
"So you two are dating now?" Henri smiled thinly.
"Just hanging out." Rock motioned to Bones to throw him a beer. "And the question and answer session is fuckin' over now. Come on, chérie, let's go back outside." Rock latched his fingers around hers and they walked out back with Bones right behind them. He laughed when he overheard Henri tell Isa he didn't want to stay. Rock didn't want him to stay either; they were like oil and water, and always had been. It'd be better if Henri came by after Rock went back to Pinewood Springs.
Later that night, after everyone had left and all the dishes and pots had been cleaned and put away, Rock sat on the chaise lounge on the patio, Clotille between his long legs, leaning back against him. A soft breeze ruffled her hair, and Rock smoothed it down with his hand before returning his arm to her waist. The Spanish moss moved gently in the warm breeze, and the lights from the paper lanterns softened the darkness. Behind them the house was dark-everyone had gone to bed. They sat for a long while holding each other and listening to the constant chirping of the crickets.
"Do you want to go to the bayou tomorrow?" she asked.
"Nah. It'll just piss me off if I see what's happening to it," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
"You're probably right," she replied, then inhaled sharply as his hand slid down her top, grasping one of her nipples and tweaking it with his thumb and finger.
"It sucks Suzette saw you tonight. I'm pretty sure she's going to use it as an excuse to call Armand." He tugged her nipple, loving the way it had a direct circuit to her pussy. She arched her back, bringing her tits closer to him while her legs moved back and forth.
"Armand's dating someone. I doubt he'd even take her phone call," she said in a raspy voice.
"Never know." His other hand glided down slowly, and he chuckled softly when she gasped. "Did you have a good time tonight?"
"Yes," she croaked as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
"That's good. You and Isa made some kickass food. We should go to a Cajun club to dance. We can go to Baton Rouge. Would you like that?"
She squirmed under his skilled touch, each movement rubbing against his cock which had grown rock-hard.
"Uh-huh."
"It'll be fun. I love dancing with you." He licked her jawline, then tilted his head lower to gently bite the place where her neck curved into her shoulder.
"Oh, God," she groaned.
Then his hand was on her hot and sopping pussy and he slid his finger between her folds, covering it with her juices. He withdrew and placed the digit in his mouth, licking and sucking. She craned her head and he caught her heated gaze. "Fuckin' tasty, chouchou. Try it." He slipped it into her mouth and she licked it, driving him fuckin' wild. She pushed herself up and tugged off her panties, then undid the button of his jeans and zipped them down. His cock, harder than marble, jutted straight out and she placed her mouth over the crown, gliding her hot tongue across it. He let her play with his hardness until his balls tightened. Then he pulled her off and pushed up her skirt, moving her to straddle him while he entered her. He pulled her top over her head, unhooked her bra, and grabbed her tits with both hands as though they were food for a starving man.
She placed her feet on the ground, grabbed the arms of the chair, and began to ride him as he played with her tits. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply before moving back up, grinding and bouncing on him. He loved watching her tits jiggle and sway as she moved. She's fuckin' gorgeous, and I can't get enough of her. I'm fuckin' addicted to my beautiful Clotille. He gently eased her back a bit to give him better access to her pink pussy. He gazed at it, her clit swollen and peeking from its hood, begging for attention. Rock placed his finger next to her bud and stroked steadily as he felt her warm walls clutch his cock like a vise.
They rode each other under the moonlight and stars, their breathing heavy, their bodies coated in a thin sheen of dampness. As she stifled her cries against his shoulder, her teeth bearing down hard, guttural grunts rose from his throat. They came together, holding, biting, and loving one another.
And it was good.
It was fucking perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The Insurgents arrived at the diner on the far west side of the city. The smiling crawfish with the chef's hat blinked on and off in neon blue, while the name of the diner, Crawdads, lit up the parking lot in neon yellow. Crawdads had catered to the bikers in the area for the past forty years, and it was generally considered a neutral zone for rival clubs. Dogface had told the Insurgents that would be the best place to meet with the Gypsy Fiends' president.
When they entered the eatery, Rock noticed several men in leather and denim seated at a big table in the back. Most of them sported bushy beards and long stringy hair. The president patch on the cut of the guy at the head of the table directed the Insurgents toward them. When they approached, Rock noted the name, Copperhead, stitched on the president's cut. The dude had long blond hair and a lengthy beard in a slightly darker shade. Icy blue eyes stared out of a face that had a patchwork of scars, cuts, and moles. He sat expressionless as they stood in front of the table.
"I'm Hawk, the VP of the Insurgents, and these are my brothers. You're Copperhead?"
The president nodded while his brothers stared at the Colorado club. Copperhead motioned Hawk to sit down, and he grabbed a chair, the other Insurgents following suit.
"I'm not gonna fuck around. You know why we're here. You got the weapons we want and we got the cash you need." Hawk and Copperhead stared at each other, neither of them giving the other any slack.
Rock sat at the end of the table so he could watch what everyone was doing. He was on high alert since a seemingly calm interaction could turn bloody and deadly in a matter of seconds. In the outlaw world, anger and hate were always bubbling right beneath the surface.
"The shit we got is for someone else. We can get you some more. It'll take some fucking time, but we can get ‘em." Copperhead scratched his beard.
"I don't give a fuck who it's for. We got the cash. I'm not waitin' for shit. If you don't want the money, then we're wasting our goddamned time."
Hawk tilted his chin at his brothers and pushed his chair back. He and the rest started to get up when Cooperhead said, "Where the hell you going? Sit the fuck down. I didn't say I wasn't interested in doing business."
Hawk paused for several seconds, then eased back into the chair. His brothers followed his lead, all of them stone-faced. Rock was laughing on the inside. We've got these greedy fuckers. Kiss our asses, Demon Riders.
In the end, the Gypsy Fiends agreed to take the cash deal and to "fuck the rich dude." Rock and his brothers knew exactly who the "rich dude" was, and he took an enormous amount of pleasure in screwing the Demon Riders and Frederick.
To seal the deal, both clubs ordered a feast of crawfish, shrimp, red beans and rice, gumbo, and a slew of other local favorites. As the men ate, they talked about the one thing that bound all the outlaws together-Harleys. And not once did Rock have to smash someone in the face. The meeting had been a huge success.