He yanked her to him and squeezed her perfect ass as he kicked the front door shut.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
On Wednesday night,the bikes and RVs started arriving to the campgrounds for the Night Rebels’ biker rally. The area was awash with black leather and denim, worn by men and women alike. Several vendor booths selling motorcycle gear and trinkets butted up against the tall evergreens, and the scent of smoky wood chips from the barbecue shacks permeated the grounds.
Steel stood by the area designated for the rally races, a smile spread over his face. “You did a good job with getting everything together,” he said to Goldie.
“Thanks. A lot of the brothers helped out. The poker run is kicking ass.” Goldie slipped his hands in his pockets.
“We’re gonna raise a shitload of dough for Bikers Against Child Abuse.” Paco brought his beer can to his mouth.
As the brothers watched the motorcycles get ready for the race, Hawk, the vice president of the Insurgents MC, came over with his fellow brother Throttle.
“You guys did a fuckin’ good job with this rally,” Hawk said.
“This is way bigger than your usual rally,” Throttle said.
“Yeah, we’ve been planning this for the last few years. How’re things in Pinewood Springs?” Goldie asked.
“Same, which in our world is fuckin’ good.” Hawk laughed.
“When are the races gonna start?” Banger asked as he walked toward the group.
“In about five minutes. Any Insurgents racing?” Steel asked the Insurgents president.
“Axe, Chas, and Wheelie. Jax wanted to but he’s working with Rock and Diablo. It seems there haven’t been any major problems yet. That’s fuckin’ good,” Banger replied.
“That’s because the only outlaws here are us and you.” Paco laughed.
“None of the Satan’s Pistons have made an appearance?” Hawk winked.
“Those fuckers know better,” Goldie said.
“If they start shit again, let us know and we’ll help you destroy them like the fuckin’ Demon Riders,” Throttle said.
“That would give us a damn good time,” Steel replied.
“How did the arms deal with Liam go down with the Fallen Slayers?” Hawk asked.
“Good. They got all the shit they need to stop the punk gang from taking over their turf. We offered our help if needed,” Paco said.
“They’re pretty good guys. We have an issue on how they treat women, but we can count on them if need be,” Goldie added.
“That’s what’s important,” Banger said, and the group nodded in agreement.
Several women passed by, checking them out as they headed to the races. Most of them were scantily dressed or had elaborate body paint on their exposed breasts. Paco laughed and pointed at a curvy woman who kept looking over her shoulder at him. “Besides the bikes, that’s the next best thing about rallies. I’d love to ride that sweet bitch.”
“Go for it, dude,” Throttle said.
“You guys down for some fun?” Paco asked.
The Insurgents shook their heads. “We got old ladies,” Banger said.
“Kimber would crush my balls, and I’m not even fuckin’ kidding.” Throttle looked at Banger and Hawk. “You know she would.”
Hawk laughed. “And with one of her favorite wrenches. Cara would borrow it for me.” The guys laughed.
“I’m not hitched, so I’m gonna have a helluva good time. I’m gonna see if that hottie likes biker cock as much as I think she might. You coming, Goldie?” Paco started to walk away.
