Highway Song: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel (45 page)

I thought it over for about half a second.
“
Fuck, yeah. What about heat?
”

“
Not usually a problem. Mostly they
’
re in town, clueless. You catch a tail on the highway, hammer down. Outrun
‘
em, lose
‘
em on a curve. You know how to ride, right? How to find the apex?
”

“
Sure.
”

“
That
’
s when you shake
‘
em. They can
’
t turn that fast, so you
’
re out of sight for a minute. Get off the road, if you can. Helps if you find a twisty.
”

“
Gotcha. Hey, when was Rooster gonna tell me this?
”

“
He wasn
’
t. That
’
s why he assigned me to you. Now he
’
s clean if something goes down. He didn
’
t tell you to break the law.
”

“
Huh. Okay, I guess that makes sense. One last thing, Pug.
”

“
Make it quick, I got plans.
”

“
Yeah, no problem. Carl knows the bikes are hot, right?
”

“
Fuck, yeah. He chops
‘
em, transforms
‘
em into works of art, man. My ride is one of his creations. Carl
’
s a fucking genius. He never told you?
”

“
Naw, we ain
’
t close. But I guess now I know where he gets the money for the shit he buys my mom. Hey, thanks, man. I think I understand the program now.
”

“
You better. I got better things to do than take you through kindergarten again. Bro.
”

That last word, tacked on like an afterthought, made me swell with pride. I wasn
’
t patched in yet, but I was in the know, at least some. As I walked away, I thought about the interrupted sentence about Jake. Vid
—
was that the start of video? What the fuck did Jake have to do with video? It didn
’
t make sense, but it could be the key to some of the mystery that still surrounded my club. And if it made chicks go all soft and wet, I wanted to get in on it, ASAP.

For now, I
’
d have to rely on what I
’
d always used
—
my build, and my face. I
’
d never had any trouble getting in a girl
’
s pants, since I was old enough to know what to do once I was there. Before the shop, I worked off my aggression in the gym, and I had the heavy muscled arms, the six-pack, and the corded thighs to show for it. The shop leaned me out and replaced gym muscles with the real thing. I had a body to be proud of, and I didn
’
t mind showing it off any chance I got.

I spoke to the barmaid again and got four beers. Made my way outside, found the rest of Jake
’
s crew, and handed over three of them.
“
Jake back yet?
”

“
Fuck, no. We won
’
t see him until morning. He
’
s got him a Bunny to break in.
”

“
Wouldn
’
t mind some of that myself.
”

“
Best pick one out, then, Prospect. It
’
s like they grow on trees here.
”

“
I meant the one Jake took.
”

“
Better forget that, until he
’
s through with her. He don
’
t take to none of us messin
’
with his toys,
‘
til he
’
s wore
‘
em out.
”

I kept my face neutral. The thought of that girl broken like the Bunnies back in the compound made me feel a little sick, but this wasn
’
t the place to say it. Maybe she
’
d be okay. Maybe she
’
d even love it, like that Amber chick I
’
d met late that first night in the compound. I knew for a fact she
’
d been with two of the guys who left before midnight to go home to their old ladies. She finished the night with me, and just about wore me out before she let me sleep. I didn
’
t complain. She was a freak, but a talented one with a taste for jizz. Best blow job I
’
d ever had. The memory made me smile. I could get used to having women begging to suck my dick. The day Sarge invited me to prospect for the club was the luckiest day of my life.

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’
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Highway Song
A Smokey
’
s Roadhouse Novel
 

Copyright 2015 by Jessa Jacobs

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