Gator (4 page)

6

Gator stood outside the motel.  Fox leaned against the wall and held a cigarette between his lips as he lit it.

“So, she know anything about where we’re taking her?”

Gator shook his head.  “Nothin’ she needs to know.”

He took the cigarette from Fox and took a drag for himself.

“She needs to know something.  You owe her that much.”

“Why?  Dat shit is done.  Nothing can blow back on me now.  It’s been five years.”

“Feels wrong.  I think we need to see about hiding out somewhere else.  Just disappear.”

Fox looked worried.  “Preach said to head home.  We follow orders.  I’ll handle shit if it comes up.  It won’t, but if it happens, I’ll handle it.  No need for Naughty to know about any of it.”

“Are you fucking joking?  Women don’t play that shit Gator.  She will be pissed.  I don’t even know all of it and I’m not askin’, but your pa mentioned a woman.  Women don’t like sharin’.  You got shit down there, we go somewhere else.  Shit feel wrong.”  Fox let his eyes scan the parking lot.  “We need to lay low and that feels wrong.”

“We stick to the plan old man.  You’re jumping at shadows.  There ain’t nothin’ down there we need to worry about.”  He grinned.  “Nothing but snakes.”

“Son of a bitch.” 

Gator laughed.  Fox hated snakes.  “Shit will be fine.  Suppose to be a vacation.  Just hang out and lay low.  No shit to handle.”

“It’s never that easy Gator.  You should know that by now.”

He tossed his cigarette down on the cracked sidewalk and ground it out under his boot heel.

“Called Preach.  Lamb is heading down too, that hang around, Wick the dick is on standby to patch in as prospect.  Wants to see if he’s got what it takes.”

“He’s alright until there’s pussy around then he is a little out of focus.”

Fox grunted.  “Fly’s down.”

Gator cursed and zipped up.

“Guess good pussy gets to all of us.”  Fox winked.  “You sure that’s your kid she’s carryin’?”

Gator had wondered that.  He couldn’t help it, but something in Naughty’s eyes… “Yeah, I ain’t doubtin’ it.”

“That girl, I like her, been around long enough to know the score, but there ain’t a dick in the club she ain’t been real friendly with. If you don’t care, I don’t, but don’t be a fool.”

“Jack had her on the no fuck list lately.  Lap dances yeah, but no side action.”  He met Fox’s eye.  “She didn’t know.  I’d like to keep it that way.”

Fox ran his hand through his dark red hair.  Gator noticed that it had started turning white in places.  When had that happened?

“She’d have your balls if she knew you cut in on her action.”

“Yup.”  Gator let out a long breath.  “Worth it.  Couldn’t stand the thought of that shit going down.”  The look on Fox’s face pissed Gator off.

“Don’t give me that look, brother.  How would you feel if all the brothers were hittin’ it with Gin?  You be able to have their backs?  You be able to laugh and drink with them?”  The look on his face told Gator the truth.

“Yeah, me either.  I got Jack to put her on the list.”

“I get it.  No way could I watch some bastard touching what’s mine, but she ain’t yours or did I miss the cut she’s been wearin’?”

“Cut don’t mean shit.  That woman is mine.  I’d kill to keep her safe.”

Fox nodded his understanding.

Gator knew Fox was fiercely protective of Ginger.  They had never had kids because he was too afraid of losing her to allow it.  He had her name tattooed across his chest and she was rumored to have his in a very interesting place.  He would take no risk with her.  That’s all this was about.  He just wasn’t one hundred percent certain she would be safe.  They couldn’t guarantee anyone’s safety.  That was the risk.  It was the life.  Death found everyone.

Worse things could happen. 

Gator knew that.

“We need to get going.  Wanted to give you time to… well… put a patch on that.”  He grinned and sauntered off toward the diner across the street where Gator saw Ginger sitting by the window. 

“Get that handled.”  Fox called over his shoulder.

Gator turned and started to walk toward his room almost laughing at how Fox acted sometimes.  He reached for the knob just as a blast made his ears ring even as the heat scorched his back.

He turned to see the diner, or what was left of it in flames.  He heard Fox scream Ginger’s name, but Gator couldn’t feel anything.  He just stood there as his brother ran toward the inferno, or try to.

Another blast shook the ground and Gator saw Fox lying on the ground.

The door opened behind him and Naughty rushed out onto the sidewalk.

“Oh my God, what happened?”  Her eyes were huge.

“Naughty go inside.  Go back inside right now.”

He saw the blood drain from her face.  She stumbled backward until her back met Gator’s chest.  He had no time to baby her though, he needed to take care of his brother and she needed to toughen up.

“Get your ass in the room and lock the fucking door.  Do it right now.”

He shoved her into the room and waited until he heard it lock before he pulled his phone out and ran for the diner.  He heard sirens in the distance so he called Preach.

“Preach.”

“Shit went sideways.”

“Fox?”

“Get back to you on that.”

“You do that.”

He hung up as he skidded to a stop on his knees beside where Fox lay groaning.

“Fox?”  He checked his brother over and found no blood, but he was making bone deep sounds of pain.

“Where are you hurt man?”

“Gin?  Where is she?”

“I don’t know man.  If she was in...”

“No, she was headed out.”

“Fuck.” 

Gator pushed to his feet and searched the rubble for Ginger.

“Ginger?  Where the fuck are you sweetheart?”

Fox crawled to where part of the roof lay on the parking lot.

“Get over here Gator.  Help me get this off her.”  He grunted.  “It’s ok Gin.  Just hang in there baby.”

Gator helped his brother pull part of the shitty diner roof off of the woman he loved.  Ginger was covered in dirt and blood had caked in her hair.  She wasn’t crying though.

“It’s ok Fox.  I’m ok.  I’ve been hit harder than that by one of those bitches at the club.  We need to get the fuck out of here.”

Gator felt his eyes round.  Ginger was a tough woman.

Fox checked her over, but she kept smacking his hands away.

He finally gave up and just pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

“What would have done if…”

“Don’t go there Fox.

“Need to go you two.  Hate to overstep here, but I hear sirens.”  Gator pointed out.  He was not in charge, Fox outranked him by a mile, but damn.

Fox helped Ginger to her feet and half carried her to his bike.  They turned their tail lights to the blazing diner just as fire trucks pulled to a stop. 

They didn’t need that heat, but Gator wondered if they hadn’t already found some heat.

He ran his hand up Naughty’s leg.  What the fuck had she gotten into for the club?

7

Naughty tried to stay quiet.  She had no idea what was going on.  She had never wanted to get into club business, the women who did always turned up missing or dead.  She just did what she was told and tried to live her life.  She hadn’t really had a choice though when Spec had approached her with their little plan to smoke out a traitor.

Her.

“Why the hell did they pick me?”  She said to herself.

Gator looked over his shoulder, but she just shook her head.

Out of all the girls at the club, why her?  Mace would have been all over doing anything for the club.  She wanted to be an old lady so bad she had a dick in her all the time or two...sometimes three…

Naughty shivered.  She had somehow gotten out of most of the really heavy parties lately and she hadn’t missed it either.  She had kicked a couple other serious habits too with a little club help.

You just couldn’t like yourself a whole lot when you were nothing but somewhere to stick a dick.

Gator had helped with that she supposed.  No, she wasn’t supposed to know she was on the no fuck list, but it was pretty obvious.  She had gone from several faked orgasms a night to just a couple of real ones when she got home.

That had taken some getting used to.

It had started out with Gator just making sure she got home safe.  He didn’t even speak to her, just followed behind her and then left.

She had finally invited him in and oh mama had that been a spectacular night.  Gator had taken her upstairs at
Tease
a couple times, but then he had just stopped and his whole attitude had changed.  That night he unleashed something that she wasn’t at all sure he should have.  It was, in a word, incredible.

She felt his hand on hers.  He squeezed and moved it back to his belly from where it had dropped to his dick.

“If you don’t stop petting my dick we are gonna need a rest stop.”  He yelled over his shoulder.

Mmmm roadside sex.

She shifted on the seat and tried to think about something else.  What did she know about what was happening right now?  Not much.  All she knew was that someone was after her, Ginger had almost died, Fox was a nervous wreck, and she had to pee, again.

“Gator.  I gotta pee.”  She yelled over the roar of his bike as it vibrated between her legs as if were sweet talking her bladder to just let it all go.  She hated to end their love affair, but the last thing she wanted to do was piss all over Gator’s ass. 

She had some pride after all.

It was dark and it had started to drizzle.  Naughty was shivering, but she didn’t want to complain.  They were all out there, risking their necks because she had somehow tipped someone off and they were looking for her.  Now the club felt they should protect her.

She wondered not for the first time if they were doing it because she had helped them or because she had a belly full, but as long as she was safe she really didn’t care too much.

She had no idea where they were going.  The signs said they were heading south, but where to she didn’t know.  She knew they were heading somewhere safe.  There was no way Gator would push her this hard unless he had a destination in mind.  She didn’t care.  One place was as good as another to her.  She had cut all ties years ago.  She only hoped her house was alright, that she did love.

She shook him once and saw him nod.

There had been nothing but highway for hours.  Gator pulled off the road when he found a wide spot on the shoulder.

“Go ahead Naughty girl.  Let her rip.”

“DO I look like a fucking girl scout to you Gator?  I can’t piss on the side of the road.”

“Well I’m sorry princess.  I don’t have a throne for you out here.  So fucking squat and get your shit done.”

He was scared.  She could see it in his face.  She needed to suck it up.  This was no picnic for him either, but he wanted her to pee.  On the side of the road like a toddler who’d had too much apple juice.

“Am I safe out here?  What if a snake bites me on the ass or worse?  You know how much you love what I’ve got so what if a snake wants a taste too?  Don’t that make you jealous?”

“Oh no sweetheart.  I’m not letting you out of my sight.  Just piss right here.”

“Here?  Here?  Just jerk my pants down and what?  Squat?”

He pulled her close and took her mouth in a rough kiss before he growled his response.

“I’ve see what you can do.  I’ll be your fucking pole as long as you don’t piss on my boots.  Don’t act like squatting is a problem for you.  You ain’t even wearin’ your fucking stripper shoes.”

She frowned.

“You’ve got about thirty fucking seconds to get it done or we are getting back on that bike and getting out of here.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

Naughty smiled sweetly and dropped her pants.

8

Gator pulled off the road near an old motel that looked like it was straight out of a horror movie.  He gritted his teeth and looked back at Naughty.  She might not like this.

She smiled that megawatt grin that told him he was about to get laid like pile of bricks.

Must not mind the shitty motel then.  He ran his hand up her thigh and she almost purred as she leaned against his back and her hand started petting his dick again.  He didn’t know what the hell had gotten that little habit started, but he sure as shit wasn’t complainin.

“Come on Naughty girl.  We need to get you cleaned up and all nasty again before we pass out.”

His dick went harder somehow when she wiggled behind him.

If being knocked up made her this horney all the time, they would have a house full of gator babies.

Naughty slid off his bike and waited for him to grab their shit out of the saddle bags.

She was doing that little dance that told him she was at least as excited to have a real toilet as she was to know he was going to fuck her silly.

He frowned when he thought of her last pit stop.  He should have known when she’d given him that damned grin.

“Did you have to piss all over my boot?”  He grumbled just to see that look in her eyes.  Hell she could piss on his boots every morning if it made her that happy.

“That I did big boy.”  She let her finger slide under his chin until the nail scraped just enough to be uncomfortable as it slipped off the end of his chin.

“Don’t mess with a pregnant stripper when her bladder is singing.”

“How about I make something else sing Beb?”  He pressed his dick against her perfect ass.

“You do know how to sweet talk a girl.”

He shook his head and looked over to where Fox was fussing over Ginger.  She was hurt worse than she was letting on, but she refused to slow them down.  Fox had pulled out a first aid kit when they had stopped a while back, but Gator would bet Ginger really needed a hospital.

“Stop that shit Gator.  I’m fine.  I need a handful of something strong, a cigarette of something really good, a shower, and a bed.  I won’t break or I wouldn’t have lasted this long.”

“There is probably a drugstore around or something.  We could make sure.  Let Naughty take a look…”

“Yeah, that ain’t happenin’.  She’s nice enough, but she’s still one of them.”  Ginger frowned and cut her eyes to Fox.

Gator didn’t know what that was about and it wasn’t his business.  He get two rooms and gladly closed the world outside for the night.

Naughty looked troubled though so his night just might be fucked.

“What’s that look for Naughty girl?”  He sat on the bed as he watched her strip off her clothes.

They were dirty from hours on the road and he was glad to see them hit the floor.

“Ginger really hates me you know.  She won’t get friendly or anything.  She has her reasons.”

Naughty disappeared into the bathroom and Gator heard the shower turn on.  What the hell did that mean?  Yeah some of the wives hated the strippers, less so than the sweet butts and hang arounds, but still.  He had never heard of Fox hittin’ anything on the side.

He walked to the open bathroom door and took in Naughty from head to toe. 

She was a beautiful woman with her long dark hair that had a little red and even some blonde run through it.  Her body was straight out of every man’s wet dreams, but the difference in Naughty and the others who danced for the club was that her tits were all real.

Gator was not a praying man, but the sight of those perfect tits made him want to drop to his knees and pray a prayer of thanks.

She caught him looking and grinned over her shoulder.

Not the coy smile she offered to the men at the club, but the one that was all for him.  She wasn’t Naughty tonight, she was just Tiffany, the woman he loved beyond reason.

“You just gonna watch and play with yourself or are you gonna join me?”

Gator started stripping off his clothes.  “I’m going to love you the rest of my life beb.  You can count on dat right there.”

She smiled again and stepped into the shower.

It was a couple of hours before he thought of Fox again and by then Naughty was sleeping with her head pillowed on his chest.

Not worth waking her for, but he would ask.

He wanted no secrets between them.

He frowned when he thought of his own secrets and the talk he needed to have with Naughty about them.  Not yet.  He wouldn’t risk it yet, but he would tell her everything when they were safe.

Everything.