Perfect Collision (7 page)

Despite it being Mac's birthday, I'd hardly seen him, and since it was getting late people were getting drunk. I just wanted to go home, because I wanted to get away before the birthday guy got busy. I'd never
seen
that, but I'd heard about it, and I didn't want to see Mac... get busy.

I went to find Dad to ask him to take me home. He wasn't at the bar, and as I ventured towards the dorms, I felt a hand close around my wrist.

“Where are you going, Katze?”

I took a deep breath. Only three people called me Katze, and this wasn't Dad or grandma. It was Mac, and he once again managed to make it sound so... hot.

“Just trying to find Dad. I'm on my way home.”

“I’ll take you home.”

“No, that’s okay, it's your birthday and everything. You should stay. He’ll take me.”

“Baby, he’s not alone.”

It took me a few seconds, and then I blushed, like, half burned up. Dad was... ohmygod! That really wasn’t something I wanted to think about. It wasn't the first time Dad hooked up with a sweetbutt, and me knowing about it. I knew far too much about Dad's preferences, since those stupid bitches weren't discreet about it. Dad liked stuff I didn't even wanna think about, and now he...

The sense of detail that helped me draw from memory, was sometimes a curse. I looked up at Mac's face. He was still smiling.

“Really, it's okay,” he said. “I'll take you home. They're all too drunk to even notice that I'm gone.”

“No, you should stay. I'll walk.”

“Yeah, that's not gonna happen. You're not going home alone in the middle of the night. No fucking way.”

I looked at him and then nodded in agreement. “Okay, please take me home.”

He laughed and took my hand to guide me through the clubhouse. It felt nice, and when he stroked my hand with his slightly calloused thumb—it felt
really
nice. He turned around when we reached his bike.

“Where's your helmet?”

“It's on Dad's bike. I'll get it.”

By the time I’d returned to Mac, it had dawned on me what I was about to do. Ride—with Mac! He’d already started the bike and was waiting for me to get up behind him. I quickly braided my hair. Without thinking too much about it, I put the helmet on, put my foot on the pedal, and threw my leg over the bike. I hesitated for a second before putting my arms around his waist.

It was very different compared to being behind Dad or Brick—those were the only ones I'd taken rides with before. Mac was skinny, but had a lot more muscles than I’d thought. I could feel them clearly even through the sweatshirt. With Dad, I could barely get my arms all the way around. That wasn't a problem with Mac, and he smelled awesome—really fucking awesome. I wished we lived further from the clubhouse, but Dad wanted us close to it, which made the ride annoyingly short.

Once we were by the apartment building, and I was standing next to the bike, he surprised me by turning it off.

“Could you tell Dad that you took me home?” I asked him. “Just so he knows, I don't want him to worry when he remembers he forgot me.”

“Of course, Katze. I’ll let him know.” He pointed at his cheek, but I wasn’t sure what he meant. Finally he laughed. “Think you can give me that ink next week? As a birthday present.”

“Sure. I’m working Thursday to Sunday. I can call you tomorrow and tell you when it’s okay to come.”

“Sounds great.” I was waiting for him to say 'bye' and be on his way, but he kept talking. “Why does he call you Katze?”

“It's German for cat. My grandma on Dad's side is half German. She called me that when I was a kid. She thought I stretched like a cat when I woke up.”

“Do you?”

“Everyone stretches when they wake up.” I was quiet for a while. “And because I'm small.”

“Small?”

“I'm sure you've noticed the rest of my family being really tall. I got grandma's height and build.”

“Lisa isn't that tall.”

“Maybe not compared to you or Mac, but she's not exactly short.”

“If you say so. Now, this,” He tapped his cheek again, “means I want a kiss because it's my birthday, for giving you a lift, and saving you from years of therapy after seeing your dad—”

“Eww, don’t say it,” I interrupted him and took a step forward and leaned in to kiss his cheek. I closed my eyes. His beard tickled my lips, and he smelled even better up close. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I'd always thought it sounded stupid when people said that, but it truly felt like butterflies. I opened my eyes and took a step back again. “Thanks, it was really nice of you. I could've walked, you know. It's not that far.”

“Yeah, because me telling your dad I let you walk home alone in the middle of the night, that would've gone over
so
well.” He was still smiling. Then he pointed towards the house. “Get in, I wanna make sure you’re safe inside before I leave.”

“Night,” I mumbled and walked towards the house and up the stairs.

I turned around while opening the door to the apartment, and he waved at me. Once the door was closed and locked, I heard him take off. I still had the warm, fuzzy feeling of butterflies in my belly. Kind of like the feeling Bucket had talked about when he told me what it felt like to drink Tequila.

-o0o-

Bear woke up when someone slammed his door repeatedly. He pushed the girl aside and got out of bed. He tried to find his jeans among the piles on the floor, but finally figured that anyone who might knock on his dorm room door in the middle of the night had probably already seen his dick, so he opened it.

“Mac?”

“Hey, man.” Mac didn't even seem to notice Bear being naked. “Just wanted to tell you I took Vi home.”

“Fuck! Fuck, how the fuck do you forget your daughter?”

He was such a fucking idiot, but he'd been horny as hell. Really horny, and he knew that this girl, Amanda, was up for what he wanted to do, and he liked her. When she came over to sit in his lap, he'd taken her to his room as soon as possible before someone else got there before him.

“She’s kind of quiet and invisible—easy to miss,” Mac smiled. “It’s cool, though. She came to get you, so I stopped her and took her home.”

“Shit, man, I owe you one.” He looked at the kid. He'd taken his girl home, leaving his own fucking birthday to do it. “Mac, I'm really sorry. You should've just banged on my door.”

“It's okay. I didn't miss much, and I figured you needed to get laid,” Mac shrugged. “She’s fine.”

He still felt like shit, and once Mac was gone he picked up the phone to call her. Being the great girl that she was, Vi laughed when she answered.

“
I’m fine Dad, don’t worry.”

“Really fucking sorry, Katze.”

“
It’s okay. I get it, and Mac stopped me before I needed years of therapy.”

Years of therapy for sure. Walking in on your dad taking woman up the ass wasn't something anyone should see. How the fuck did you explain that to your virgin daughter? It wasn't that fucking deviant, actually not deviant at all, but to a girl like her it probably was.

“Go to bed, baby. I’m on my way.”

“
Don’t be stupid. If you’re drunk enough to forget me, you’re too drunk to ride, Dad.”

“I can’t—” She wouldn't let him finish.

“
Dad! I'm almost eighteen. I can manage a night by myself. I do it when you're on runs, you know.”

“I’ll pick you up for breakfast, baby girl.”

“
Make that lunch. I love you.”

“I love you, too. You’re amazing in more ways than I can count.”

He hung up and turned around, and his eyes fell on the naked woman in his bed. Since he'd messed up, he might as well get the most of a full night at the clubhouse, and he lay down next to her. He stroked her back, and she turned around with a smile.

Amanda was one of the women who came to the club on occasion for some fun. He'd heard she worked at a bank or a post office. That's not what she looked like, but then the women dolled up to compete with strippers when they came to the clubhouse. Amanda was fully capable of doing that: big boobs, long red hair, and big brown eyes. Add to that a mouth that worked wonders on a dick.

“Are you on your way?” she asked, and when he shook his head she gave him a kiss. “Are you telling me I'm getting the full night with you?”

“That okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I like all-nighters with you.”

Sucking on her tongue, he got up on top of her while removing the cover wedged between them. He seriously owed the kid a big one for taking his girl home. He needed this. It might be possible to have fucks during the day, but a quick tryst wasn't a full night. As long as Vi lived with him, he wouldn't take bitches to his house,  and he didn't want Vi to have to be alone at night more often that necessary. So, all-nighters of fucking weren't that common anymore. And Bear liked the all-nighters.

-o0o-

When the door to Bear's room closed, Mac took a deep breath. He should probably get back to the party out in the bar, but he didn't feel like it. Instead he went to his own dorm.

The only reason he'd known Bear had taken off with Amanda was because Sisco had muttered about it. Amanda'd been around for years, since before Mac left for Kansas. She wasn't one of the strippers working at the club owned by the Marauders, and she was quite nice, but she was a bit too motherly for his taste.

Mac was with sweetbutts on occasion, just not as often as some of the other singles. He didn't mind one night stands, and he fucked the sweetbutts now and then, but he generally wanted more than fucks. He'd had a girlfriend for almost a year in Emporia, but it hadn't worked out. They'd broken up about six months before he left.

When Mac saw Vi walking towards the rooms, he understood she was looking for Bear. In an attempt to save her from catching her dad in the act, and also get to talk to her a little, he followed her.

The idea to give her a ride home had occurred to him when she said she was on her way home. Bear might've been okay with her walking home, but Mac wanted her behind him on the bike, so he insisted. It'd been worth it, and a few things from his much too short time with her had stuck.

Like her small hand in his. Her hands were so pretty, small and slender; they lay perfectly in his. Having her behind him on the bike had also just been right. She fit with him.

Finally it was the kiss on his cheek. It had been cute that she at first didn't understand what he meant when he tapped his cheek. It had been a spur of the moment thing, but when she didn't understand he decided he definitely wanted one. And she'd given it. It might just have been on his cheek, but those lips felt good.

Just thinking about it made him feel like a perv again. He often felt like a perv when he thought about, or was avoiding thinking about, Vi.

He hadn't made it to the bed when someone banged on his door. It was Mitch.

“I was hoping you were getting laid, but I know you...” he said as he invited himself in.

“If you've brought two girls for a foursome, I'll fucking deck you.”

“Eww,” Mitch did a grimaced. “That's fucking nasty, bro. Definitely incestuous having a foursome with a blood brother.”

“I've seen you in foursomes.”

“Yeah, but they weren't with a blood brother.” Mitch held up two joints. “I was gonna ask you to go up on the garage roof with me, but now I'm worried you're gonna try to jump my bones.”

He snatched one of the joints from Mitch and started towards the door. “Come on.”

Mitch had brought a bottle of whiskey, too, and they sat on the roof looking at the party still going on. It had spread outside the clubhouse, and people were fucking all over the lot.

“Is that—” Mac started and then turned his head away. “Oh my fucking god, that's Dad and Mel!”

“Yeah. I was gonna warn you, but I figured the first thing you'd do was look to see what I meant.”

“Tell me it's just the two of them. It would be so fucking disturbing if someone else was with them.”

“No. Just the two of them. Never seen them with additions to their fucking.” Mitch pointed towards the other end of the lot. “But that's Mace, Sisco, and girl.”

“I saw that.” Mac looked at his brother. “Why aren't you getting all busy?”

“Thought I'd spend the night with my brother. In the non-sexual way,” he added with a laugh.

“You already got some.” It wasn't even a question.

“Yup. Went looking for you and noticed your bike was gone. Then I found Tricia all by her lonesome. Where were you?”

“I took Vi home. Bear took off with Amanda, and I thought it was best if she didn't see that.”

“Might've self-ignited. She blushes easily.”

She sure did. Blushed and then looked down at her hands—really cute. He had no idea how a girl that grew up in the club could be embarrassed about sex; it was all over the place. They tried to keep it down when there were kids around, but even so, they had bras and panties hanging from the ceiling. Literally. Any underwear found the day after a party was put up there, and once it was up there was no getting it back.

Just around the corner from the clubhouse was a strip club and a sex shop. Two of the legal businesses owned by the Marauders. It had started as a way to launder money; every charter owned at least one club. The money had been sent between charters to confuse the authorities. Since strip clubs generally were a cash business—not like you could slide a card in the butt crack of a girl—it was easy to push money through them.

A few years ago, it had been obvious the money the club made on smuggling pot and diamonds from Mexico was getting too good to be able to launder in the legal business they owned. They'd started to look at other cash businesses, and for a while they were talking about going into the tattoo industry. That's when Duke, the treasurer of the mother club in Englewood, said there were easier ways.

The system they had now involved transferring money all over the fucking world and digital currency. Mac didn't get half of it. Mitch had tried to explain, but he'd said he didn't really give a fuck how it worked.

In a vote, a vast majority of the members had voted to keep the strip clubs. They still filled a purpose, even besides the pussy purpose. The strip clubs were popular and made it believable that the club was making a lot of money.