She bats my arm. “That’s for you to find out.”
Smirking, I put my arm around her, moving my hand down to fondle her ass.
“Not cool!” Alicia objects loudly, rolling her eyes. “Kids present.” She points at herself.
Her fake objection makes me chuckle, but I move my hand up again, unfortunately before having obtained my answer. Never mind, I’ll soon find out.
“Grumbler.”
I turn around, only to receive Salem’s fist in my stomach. I’m lucky, he pulled it.
Even so, slightly breathless, I ask, “What the fuck?”
“That’s for you holding out on us,” Salem explains. “Why the fuck did we not know about this? Is this what you do when you disappear ‘for a ride?’”
He’s got me there. But hey, that excuse had worked.
“Yeah, Grumbler. Your fuckin’ voice, man. Never knew you had it in you.” Pennywise is shaking his head. “And how you make that guitar sing? Fuckin’ ace.”
I do owe them an explanation. “I thought it was time I let my past and future come together. I didn’t set out to keep it a secret. Thanks, babe.” The last is to Mary who’s miming drinking and pointing to the bar. “Bird knew, but it’s tied up with some shit from before I joined the Army. Just never wanted to make it a part of who I am in the club.”
“Looked fuckin’ good up there, Brother. We going to see more of that? You going to be gigging here regularly?”
“Prez.” I raise my chin. “Maybe. But nowhere else. Jon Boy, Fagan and Kurt, well, we’re quite happy jamming alone.” I turn back to Salem, speaking to the three of them. “Lost touch with the band for decades. Bumped into Fagan when I had gone for a ride. He invited me back to his place. It was just after Snake betrayed the club. I needed an outlet, I suppose. Music calms me.”
“Fuckin’ Snake.” Pennywise spits on the ground.
Salem nudges him. “But it seems we’ve one thing to thank him for. If it hadn’t been for him, Grumbler would never have shown that talent he has.”
I’ve played on stage, had panties thrown at me before. Had even thought I was going places before all that was taken from me. But no crowd’s adulation has ever pleased me more than the enforcer’s endorsement of my skills.
“Anything else you’re hiding?” The VP had been standing behind me.
Turning I wink at him. “Only those talents I share with my ol’ lady.”
“Eww.”
I chuckle, having forgotten Alicia is still standing next to me.
As I put my arm around my stepdaughter and pull her to me, she states drily, “And we all know where those talents have gotten you.”
Salem snorts, and Pennywise cracks up. Dart’s grinning widely, while I just shake my head at her audacity. Fuckin’ kids. Got to love ‘em.
When Mary returns with my much-needed beer, one by one, brothers come up to me, the main theme being they hope this isn’t the last fucking time the Spitting Gravels will be playing here. I keep an eye on my bandmates, but they seem to be getting along fine, having equally impressed my brothers. Catching Fagan’s eye, I raise my beer bottle in his direction. Grinning broadly, he lifts his back at me.
It’s not long before Alicia starts yawning.
“Right kid,” a female voice sounds. “You’re coming home with me.”
“Do you mind?” Mary asks Terra.
“Of course not.” She leans in and says in a stage whisper, “Your old man is fuckin’ hot.”
Mary giggles. “Saw you getting up close with the drummer.”
Terra smirks. “I’ve got his number.”
It takes a few minutes for the hugging and goodbyes between Mary and her friends and Alicia. When they leave the clubhouse, it seems to be a signal. The jukebox is turned up, and the sweet butts look like they’re about to go hunting. I notice Dart, Alex, Tyler and Isla have disappeared.
“Come on,” I say to my old lady. “Need you upstairs now.”
“Yeah?”
I only hesitate for a moment, assessing her weight and whether my leg can take it, then I put a shoulder in her stomach and hoist her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift, slapping her ass for good measure. I carry her across the room to hoots and catcalls, but knowing the stairs will be too much for me, put her down on the first step.
Raunchy suggestions which are both practical and impractical follow us as we walk side by side up the staircase.
Once in my room, I close the door, then just hold her at arm’s length. “What the fuck do you see in me? Whatever it is, Mary, I fuckin’ love you. You make me so damn happy.”
“I could ask you the same. As for me, I’ve got my very own Rockstar biker. You looked amazing up there tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Very sexy,” she purrs.
“Still want to know, babe.” As I speak, I bend slightly, taking hold of the hem of her dress and pulling it up. I chuckle softly. “Knew it. You were a coward.” I can see she’s still wearing panties.
“The sweet butts weren’t so shy.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s laughter in them. “And I can rectify that now.”
She helps me take her dress off her, and then, she rolls her panties down her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes. Next goes her bra, and she’s standing naked in front of me. I love that I’ve reassured her she has no need to be shy.
“Your tits are bigger,” I observe.
Glancing down, she shrugs. “Sensitive,” she warns me.
“Yeah?” I bow my head, gently sucking a nipple into my mouth.
“Grumbler,” she exclaims.
My hands start wandering. “You’re fuckin’ wet for me.”
“Of course I am, you should have seen yourself on that stage.”
When I was a teenager, I’d been only too well aware of how to make the best use of what had been
