Chapter Eight
Diablo wiped hisgreasy hands on a towel, a surge of satisfaction pumping through him as he surveyed the Harley Super Glide. When the owner brought it in, it’d been on its last mile, but now it was humming and shining. Diablo worked at the club’s auto and bike repair shop, Skid Marks, four days a week. He’d learned the ins and outs of bike repair when he’d joined up with the Night Rebels. Shotgun had liked the way he knew his way inside a car’s engine, so he’d taken him under his wing and showed him the ropes. Shotgun ran the shop; he’d been with the Night Rebels since Steel had started over a decade ago. In their mid-thirties, Shotgun, Rooster, and Tattoo Mike were the older members of the club.
Diablo went into the salesroom, walked over to the small refrigerator behind the counter, and took out a large bottle of water. After guzzling more than half of it, he placed it on the back table.
“Is the Super Glide ready to go?” Shotgun asked as he thumbed through the rolodex.
“Resurrected from the dead. I’m gonna wash up.” Diablo went to the laundry sink in the utility room and scrubbed the grease and grime from his hands. As he rinsed them under the stream of warm water, his thoughts drifted to Fallon. She felt mighty fine pressed behind him when he took her for a spin the previous day. He couldn’t wait to see her on Sunday and take her for a proper ride. He pushed the paper dispenser with his elbow and tore off a long sheet, then dried his hands vigorously.
When she’d agreed to go with him on his Harley, he’d been surprised.She must be kinda interested in me.He wasn’t too sure about it because she was hard to read. Most women were obvious in letting him know they desired him, but Fallon spent most of their short time together averting his gaze.
“You’ve got a call. It’s the dude who brought in his Sportster this morning,” Chains said at the doorway.
“Coming.” Diablo threw the wadded-up paper in the trash and went out front.
When he was finished with his conversation, he sat on the stool by the cash register. “Where’s Shotgun?”
“He went out to grab lunch. We’ve gotta hold down the fort until he gets back. It’ll be a nice break.” Diablo nodded. “Who was that woman you were talking to at Leroy’s yesterday afternoon?”
“Someone I know.” Diablo took the credit card a customer handed him.
“How do you know her?”
Diablo finished the transaction and stared at Chains. “How the fuck is that your business?”
“I was just asking. We were just wondering, that’s all. You rarely talk to any chick except for Lucy and Maria. Fuck, man.”
Diablo pushed up from the stool. “I better get working on that Sportster.” He grabbed his half-finished water bottle and headed to the bay. He figured the brothers were buzzing about Fallon. At times they really got on his nerves when they started the petty gossip shit; they were worse than a bunch of women at a social.
They don’t need to know shit about her.He took out a wrench and unscrewed a bolt.I don’t even know what I’m doing. I just know I like her.And he wasn’t going to tell his brothers that. They would never get that a man could spend time with a woman without thinking about fucking her the whole time.
Fallon’s small body blazed through his mind.She does have some nice tits on her, and probably a lot of sexy curves hidden under her baggy clothes.He wondered why she hid her body the way she did. She wore clothes that were shapeless and looked too big for her slight frame. He guessed her to be about five foot four, and he’d been surprised how light she was when he picked her up to put her on the seat of his Harley. The skin he’d touched was soft like down feathers, and the scent she was wearing made his cock move against his zipper. But what woke it totally up was her arms tight around his waist and her head against his shoulder. It was the fuel he’d used when he’d jerked off that night while in the shower. Maria would’ve been so disappointed to know that he’d used his hands instead of her to come.
Breathing out, he took the tire off the bike. A ping drew his attention to the phone on his work table. Placing the wrench on the floor, he went over and looked at it. An unknown number flashed on his screen. He opened the text, suspicion creasing his brow.
Unknown:Hi. Thanks again for the ride.
A big smile cracked his face.Fallon.
Diablo:I’m glad u enjoyed it. Sunday will be even better.
Fallon:How are you?
Diablo:Good. U?
Fallon:Ok.
Diablo:U working today?
Fallon:Yes. In the house.
Diablo:What do u do?
Fallon:I have a lot of chores.
Diablo:Chores? Isn’t that shit u do when ur a kid?
A long pause.Did I piss her off? Fuck.He started to text, but then his phone vibrated.
