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and pulling one out of the pack.
    “Not much, brother.  Prospect here’s just tellin’ us about his considerable experience with the ladies,” Benny smirked, cuffing the younger man lightly on the side of his head. 
    The prospect, whose name was Kent, turned red in anger and embarrassment, but to his credit he seemed to take it in stride.  “I didn’t say ‘considerable’,” he muttered.
    “Young Kent here seems to have his eye on one of the club whores,” Stick explained with a grin. “Gettin’ all moony eyed about her and everything.”
    I laughed.  Kids, man.  What was the point in getting all starry-eyed and goose-pimply about something that was already there for the taking?  “Which one?”
    “Stephanie,” Stick replied as the prospect reddened even more.
    “Shit, son,” I said, turning to him.  “That girl can suck the chrome off a tailpipe.  All you gotta do is ask.” I pushed him by the shoulder in the direction of the clubhouse.  “Go get you some.”
    The prospect looked at me, a little wide-eyed and nervous, but then seemed to recognize this for the test that it was.  He nodded once, trying to act nonchalant.  “Yup.  I’ll, uh, go see if she’s around.” 
    He turned and sauntered toward the entrance to the club house as the three of us hooted with laughter.  “Oh, man,” Benny eventually said, wiping his eyes.  “That boy is wound tight!  I ain’t never seen anyone who needed to get laid so bad.”
    “Today, my boy, you become a man,” Stick intoned after Kent’s retreating figure, and I cracked up again. We were still joking around about it when a voice called from bay two of the garage.  “You fuckers done with your hen session?  We got some work to do over here!”
    “Fuck off, Ringo,” Stick called back easily.  He turned back to the two of us and said, “Well, I suppose I better get back to it.”
    “Yeah, me, too,” Benny agreed. I wandered back to the shop with them.  I wasn’t on shift today but I didn’t have much else to do except hang around and hope for a certain unexpected visitor, so I grabbed a bottle of beer from the garage fridge and shot the shit with them as they worked.  But after some time had passed, during which I helped Benny with an oil change out of sheer boredom, I glanced at the clock and realized it had been over an hour since I had pulled in to Cooper’s.  I figured she would have been here by now if she had decided to stop to get that beater of a car looked at.  Too bad , I thought with more regret than I had expected. I had the feeling that a roll in the hay with her was just what I needed to shake this strange restlessness I’d been feeling for the past few days.
    With an inner shrug, I grunted a goodbye to the brothers and headed to the clubhouse bar.  Inside, the dark coolness was a refuge from the heat and blaring midday sun, and my shoulders relaxed as I let out some of the tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying in my neck and shoulders. I hadn’t been there very long when Sherilyn, one of the club’s platinum blonde whores, came sidling up to me.  Normally, I didn’t have much time for her, but I had to admit, her tits were perfect and she wasn’t afraid to do even the nastiest shit I suggested in bed.  So when she offered to wrap her cherry lips around my frustrated cock, I had no trouble saying yes.  Even if all the while, I was thinking about a pair of flashing dark eyes and hair that burned red in the sun.
     
     

 
 

Chapter Three
Hadley
     
    Throttle MC.
    Shit . 
    How in the hell had the fates conspired to put me in exactly the wrong place, at precisely the wrong time, with absolutely the wrong person?
    Not only was he a member of The Throttle, but the damn vice-president , apparently? It was unbelievable, almost as though the powers that be were trying to send me a last-ditch warning that this whole trip was a Very Bad Idea.  And they were probably right.  Even without the