Page 4 of Wrath’s Nightingale

“I’ll catch you later, big brother.”

I made my way to a picnic table. I need to take a break, then get some fuel for my body. I should’ve packed extra protein to take with me today. After getting comfortable, I scan the crowd. The turn out looks even larger than we expected. I’m not far from the inflatable pirate ship that’s currently full of toddlers.

“Hey Wrath, how are you feeling?

I look up and stare right into the eyes of nurse Millie Barnes.

“Millie. What are you doing here?”

She smiles at me. Her smile is like sunshine on a cloudy day.

“Nay invited me to volunteer. I jumped at the chance to help. You all are doing something special here.”

I smile at her. “We do what we can for the community. Have you eaten yet?”

She shakes her head. “I was about to take a break and get some food. Why don’t I get something for both of us? You must be tired after that long ride.”

“I am feeling a bit worn. If you don’t mind, I’d love anything you grab me to eat.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I know some people. I think I can cut in line,” she says with a laugh.

I chuckle, then watch her walk away. My cock tents in my pants as I watch her perfectly peach shaped ass cheeks. Their two juicy globes of perfection I’d like to get my hands on. She is one fine lady.

I can’t wait for the party tonight at the clubhouse. Gambit invited our allies to stay at the compound. We have around a hundred extra people staying with us for the weekend. Good thing we have plenty of room. I wave at Steel and Joker from Twisted Steel. They come over and shoot the shit for a few minutes before heading off for food of their own.

Millie

Iwas hoping I’d run into Wrath. I’m crushing hard on him, but how wise is it to date a biker? Or is it fuck a biker? I know Papa isn’t like that. He’s completely head over heels in love with Nay. Their surprise wedding at Disney was nothing short of amazing.

I met the other ol’ ladies, too. But they must be exceptions to the rule. Bikers are well known for sleeping around. At least all the ones I’ve ever known. My former stepfather and his friends. Though he didn’t run with a club. He cheated on my biological mother. He had since the beginning of their relationship. She turned a blind eye. I couldn’t do that. They all cheated on their women.

I could never be with a man who cheated on me. Once I commit to a person, I'm one thousand percent in it. I’ve never cheated on a boyfriend. Go figure; I’m thirty years old, love to cook, and clean. I freakin’ love sex, too. Yet I’m single.

Single and ready to mingle. And hey, there’s nothing wrong with getting my flirt on. I have no idea what he might want to eat. I grab a tray and hit a few places. By the time I’m done, it’s loaded with smoked turkey legs, smothered Italian sausage, BBQ ribs, fried boudin balls, gator bites, fresh spiral cut potato deep fried and smothered in cheese, and dessert.

Two bikers who were talking to Wrath walk away as I approach the table. I set the tray down.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got a variety.”

I hear his stomach growl. He smiles as he takes the food off the tray and arranges it so it’s between the two of us. I grab one of the smothered sausages, taking a bite. An explosion of flavors burst across my tongue. I moan a little. Spices from the sausage,grilled onions, and peppers, and spicy mustard blend together for the perfect bite.

“That good, huh?” Wrath asks, amusement apparent on his face.

I nod. My mouth is too full to talk. I watch as he picks up the other sausage and takes a huge bite.

“Mmmm. This is good.”

We eat in companionable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the food. I reach for the can of soda at the same time he does and our fingers touch. Sparks dance up my arm. His warm fingers enclose mine. Our eyes meet. Something sparks between us. It feels like someone flipped a switch inside me. I look down where his hand meets mine; then back up to him. I like the way his brown skin looks next to my creamy, pale skin.

Our moment is interrupted by two incredibly beautiful women. One pale with blonde hair like me. Though hers is golden with dark brown roots. And she has grey eyes where mine are green. Her companion has flawless café au lait skin and hazel green eyes. With her dark hair in long braids that fall past her ass.

Both are wearing white t-shirts with the word ‘Doll’ written across their chest. And black shorts that hug their asses much like my denim ones. One sits on either side of him.

The one with braids speaks first. Her voice holds a soft French creole accent. “We came to see if you need food, but it looks like you’re taken care of.

Wrath smiles. “Millie is taking good care of me. Millie, this is Athena. And this is Tawny, her girlfriend. Both the ladies are dolls with the club. Ladies, this is Millie. She was my nurse at Mercy General.”

“What are dolls?” I ask.