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“Exactly right. Everything’s off the record with her, legal or illegal. You can’t contractually keep someone from going to LEO, but since we’re just a bunch of bikers who own a bar and a bike shop and a few other businesses, there’s nothing illegal to worry about.”
* * * *
Nickie was asleep when Bud had come to her bed the night before, and he’d awakened her long enough for a round of sex, given her a half-dozen melt-your-brain orgasms, and held her while she drifted back into dreamland. This morning he’d gone down on her with his magical tongue before fucking her face without mercy, but had insisted they shower together afterwards, where he’d given her another set of fantastic orgasms by torturing her breasts and nipples while he insisted she look at him. She’d thought he’d break her, making her orgasm and hold eye contact until she was lost in the forest green of his eyes and wasn’t sure she’d ever find her way back. Wasn’t sure shewantedto find her way back.
And now she stood on the sidewalk in front of a nice, older house just blocks away from downtown Atlanta. Stone columns defined the wrap-around porch at the steps and the corners, and huge, ancient hardwoods shaded the yard and house. The structure looked like a two-story from the front, but she’d noted on the way over that many of the homes were actually three stories when viewed from the back. The driveway curled around the side of the house, and a privacy fence rose tall on either side, though left the front open to the road.
“Welcome,” Bud said with a smile as he stepped out the front door and onto the porch.
“When was it built?”
“Nineteen twenty-five, but the inside’s been completely redone several times, most recently just a year or so before I bought it. I’ve done a little more work, mostly on the kitchen. I’ll give you a full tour before we get started.”
Most rooms had an elaborate fireplace, and all were spotless. The colors throughout the floor were all neutral — tans, navy, and the deep forest green of his eyes.
“Who chose the furniture and colors? The curtains?”
“I picked out the furniture and paid someone to tell me how to do the walls. He photoshopped them the way they’d look, showed me a couple of options, and then I bought the paint and had a paintin’ party before the furniture was delivered. The MC partied at my house for the weekend and by Sunday evening it was finished. Didn’t bring any furniture with me from the old house. Needed a fresh start.” He shrugged. “I originally brought my Angel’s furniture from her old room, but it’s been changed out since she got married. Works for her and Bash to stay in when they visit.”
“The place is spotless. I expected… I dunno. Clutter. Man stuff. A bachelor pad. Do you keep it this clean all the time?”
“One of the sweetbutts comes twice a week to clean it. I had her come this morning.” At her look, he held his hands up and out to the side a little. “I pay her. She cleans for several of us. Not many people I can trust in my home, and she’s been around a long time. She takes care of the house and my clothes, changes the sheets on my bed. I’m not usually here when she does it.” He motioned towards the front of the house. “I can control the lock with my phone, and video cameras let me see who’s on the porch.”
“Not jealous, just not comfortable with the sweetbutt thing.”
“You’ll have to get over it. Way of life for us. I won’t use ’em anymore, but they’ll still be around.”
The house wasn’t terribly wide but it was long, so they walked through the living room, a dining room, and into a huge kitchen with a row of glass doors at the back of the house. She looked out onto a large deck with way more yard space than anyone usually had at a downtown address. With all the old trees, it felt as if she were in a forest instead of downtown Atlanta.A stand of bamboo at the back corner kept people in a taller house from being able to see into his backyard.
“You like your privacy.”
“Yeah. This is the middle floor, let’s go down before I show you the upstairs.”
They went out onto the deck, down the outside stairs, and Nickie fell in love with the screened in room below the deck. There were ceiling fans, plenty of comfortable seating, and it was perfectly arranged for having friends over.
“Do you entertain a lot?”
“Yeah. Comes with bein’ president.” He walked her through the outdoor room and into a large den with two big screen televisions on one wall, several gaming systems under them, a pool table, a dartboard, and a foosball table.
“Mancave on steroids.”
He chuckled. “Part of it.” He motioned her through another door, and Nickie stopped and stared at the black sixty-seven Shelby Mustang he’d told her about. It was beautiful, and flawless, and she didn’t care if it was rude, she had to ask.
“I looked these up, just curious after you told me you had one. They can range from forty-grand to over a million dollars. That’s a huge window.”
“She falls somewhere in the middle.”
Nickie knew he’d paid just under a half-million dollars for the house and had gotten it at a steal. Surely his car didn’t cost as much as his house?
“Smack in the middle would be three-quarters of a mil. I couldn’t drive something around that cost that much.”
He chuckled. “I paid just under a hundred grand for her, to give me a project when Angel left for college. She’s insured for a quarter million, and that’s about what I’d get for her now that she’s back in mint condition, but she isn’t for sale. I’m usually on a bike, and have the truck to haul stuff or if the weather’s bad, but if I want to drive the Shelby, I drive her. It’s what she’s there for.”
Nickie turned to look at his bikes — nine of them, perfectly lined up, parked diagonally with the back tires all about a foot from a cinder block wall.
“Why do you need so many bikes?”
“I really only need three, and four have sentimental value. I haven’t driven two of them much in the past year, so I’ll likely sell them.”
