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Dante rose and said, “I’ll let the clubs hammer out the details, and the presidents will come to me later with the proposals. Gentlemen, goodbye. It was nice meeting you all.”
As Bruno and Dante left the room, the air seemed to shift. Emilio chuckled a bit and said, “He’s something.”
“Fucking mobsters, dude,” Steven commented. “Those clothes.”
Eight laughed and the rest of the men followed, and Indio felt all the tension he’d been carrying leave him. He said, “The clothes alone let you know how much money the fucker’s got.”
“Shit, man,” one of the Kinsmen said, “I don’t know clothes besides fucking jeans, and I could tell those were worth a mint.”
When they got back to the ranch later that night, they met with the other bikers in the basement, and Eight told them the news. Everyone was glad to hear it, and Eight announced he would leave in the morning. “I got three kids driving my old man crazy. I gotta get home, but a couple of boys are coming up, including the prospects, to help you guys out.”
“Hopefully, that fucker is caught soon. Prince hasn’t caught him on any cameras leaving the state or the country,” Kirk said.
“I hate to leave you, but Kale is juggling kids, my folks, his folks, and two dogs. He’s ready to divorce me if I don’t get home.”
“Go,” Mal told him. “We’ve got this. Tell Kale hi for us, you know, after he yells at you for a couple of hours.”
Indio talked with the others, then got out a cigar and told them he was headed up to go outside to smoke. Once he was clear of the basement, he set the cigar back in his vest pocket and listened to make sure no one was around before he started quietly up the back stairs.
He got to Sel’s bedroom and opened the door a little, but it was dark in the room. Once inside, with the door closed behind him, he went to the bed and, as his eyes adjusted, he saw Sel was sleeping.
He came close to leaving, but then he saw the sheet wrapped around one leg and bare skin dimly glowing in the light coming in from the moon, and he stopped.
The sheet was barely covering his dick, and all Indio had to do was move it just to the left of Sel, and there it was, pretty as a picture. His pretty pale skin and pink dick made Indio’s mouth fill with saliva.
Getting undressed, he watched Sel breathing, his chest rising and falling sweetly. He looked so peaceful, but Indio already knew that if he didn’t wake Sel, he’d be pouted at the entire next day.
After his clothes were piled on the floor, he climbed into bed with Sel, kissing over his neck until Sel woke giggling. “Tickles!”
“What?”
“Your beard. You need a trim.”
“Already trying to change me? I knew it,” he teased, kissing Sel’s lips.
Sel turned on his side and kissed him chastely. “I was worried. How did it go?”
“Went great. I can’t tell you all of it, it's club business, but we’ll be getting a clubhouse going up here. A few guys will move here and we’ll recruit a few more.”
“That’s great! I’m glad. Where…will you make the clubhouse?”
“Not here on the ranch,” he said, resting his head on his arm. “I hope that isn’t where you were going with that question.”
“Why do you always think the worst of me? I didn’t figure it would be here, but, well, maybe I’m hoping it’ll be close. That’s all.”
Indio had thought this over a few times, and he knew he had to ask before they went any further. “And where will you be? Back in school?”
“Grad school, I guess I’m supposed to start next, but…Indio, I can do a lot online. I want to stay here. At least until I have to take over the family, which could be decades. My dad and uncle aren’t exactly old.”
That meant he didn’t have to leave anytime soon, and that added pressure Indio wasn’t ready for.
Knowing his feelings were growing for Sel, his fear outweighed everything. Loving someone had never been in Indio’s cards. For him, love brought pain, physical, emotional pain that left deep scars that never healed fully.
“What? Talk to me.”
“We’re…we’re supposed to be fucking, not talking. I’m tired. If we’re not fucking, I’m getting dressed and going to bed.”
Sel smiled sweetly. “Fine. Let’s fuck. We’ll…talk some other time.”
