Clutch: Satan's Fury MC (16 page)

We continued to talk about the garage. I had to dodge a few questions about the new pipeline, figuring Gus would give them the information when he was good and ready. Just as we were finishing up our breakfast, Mack came into the kitchen looking for us. He walked over to us and said, “I’ve got him all stitched up, but he needs to get some rest and something decent to eat. I think he should stay here for a day or so until we get him back on his feet.”

“I’ll run it by Gus, make sure he’s okay with it,” Cyrus told him.

“Already did,” Mack replied. “He can stay in the back until his vision has cleared and he can get around a little better. Figured I’d get one of the girls to save him a plate of breakfast for when he wakes up.”

“Thanks, brother. I appreciate that,” I told him. “I’ll be back later to check on him. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“I got him.” Mack smiled. “He’s a good man. Hate to see that he’s fallen on hard times.”

“The real pisser of it is, it doesn’t have to be this way for him,” Cyrus clipped. “He’s living on the streets because he chooses to. I don’t understand it. I’ve tried talking to him, but he’s just too damn thick-skulled to listen to anyone.”

“Why would he choose to live on the streets?”

“He’s not one to talk about it, but he was married to a woman named Clara. He met her when he’d come home from deployment. From what he’s said, they had it good. He loved her. Tried to give her everything down to the white picket fence. They had a daughter named Faith. She’s a good kid. She was just fifteen when everything went to hell. Sam was deployed when Clara died. When he finally made it back home, he wouldn’t step foot in their house or have anything to do with his family. Faith moved in with her grandmother, but she never gave up on him. Tried everything she could to get him some help … counseling and doctors, but he refused treatment every damn time. Been like that for years.”

I looked at Cyrus. “That’s rough, man. Wish there was something more we could do.”

“You can’t help those who aren’t willing to help themselves, brother, but we’ll do what we can,” he grunted back. “Maybe he’ll come around and decide he has something worth living for. For now, let’s just get him back on his feet.”

Cyrus took me back to the diner to get my bike, and while I was there, I decided to check in on Olivia. When I walked in, she was standing at the counter taking an order from an elderly lady and her husband. Her eyes lit up and her lips curved into a sexy smile when she saw me walking towards her. The closer I got, the wider her smile became, making me want to pull her close. When I finally got to her, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Hey there, Sunshine.”

“Hey.” She blushed—and that’s when I knew. I took a step back, studying her expression just to be sure, and then I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like the Cheshire cat. She immediately cocked her head to the side and asked, “What?”

“You feeling better?” I teased.

“What do you mean?” she asked defensively. When it finally dawned on her that I really did know what she’d been up to, she brought her hand up to her face and tried to cover her embarrassed smile. Just seeing her eyes dance with mischief had my dick raging against the zipper of my jeans.

“From the looks of that smile, you enjoyed it,” I chuckled. “Satisfaction looks good on you, babe.”

She started walking away and when she got several steps in front of me, she looked back over her shoulder as she snapped, “We
are not
going to talk about this now or ever!”

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled as I followed her towards the back of the diner. She was walking so fast that her long, brown hair whirled around her when she turned the corner. I reached out for her, pulling her over to me as I laughed. “Where you going, Sunshine?”

Her face turned beet red as she fussed, “Clutch! Seriously. I’m working.”

“I’m sure your customers are glad to see their old Hazel is back … free of all that pent-up sexual frustration,” I heckled.

Then she surprised me.

With a lustful look in her eyes, she turned to face me. She took a step towards me, closing the distance between us, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and lifted up on her toes. She leaned into me, pressing her breasts against my chest as she brought her lips closer to my ear and seductively whispered, “I wouldn’t say I was free of
all
my frustration. Not even close.” She brushed the hair from my eyes and said, “I’ve gotta get back to work, Shaggy.”

She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and sauntered back over to her table, intentionally swaying her hips much more provocatively than usual. Fuck. With just one look, she had me spinning. I left the diner in a complete daze, and for the life of me, I couldn’t get that look on her face out of my head. Just the thought of her using that fucking vibrator had me coming apart at the seams, and I spent the entire damn day at the garage fighting a fucking hard-on. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

When we were finally done for the day, I headed straight home, and once I was there, I didn’t waste any time getting into the shower. I’d hoped the cold water would take the edge off, but every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Olivia with that heated look in her eyes, reaching for that little pink vibrator. When I thought about her slipping it deep inside her and rubbing it against her G-spot, I couldn’t take it any longer. I turned the water to hot and took my throbbing dick in my hand, gripping my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft. I needed to feel the bite as I started to move my hand up and down my thick cock. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was bombarded with visions of Olivia’s smooth, bare skin … her hand trailing across her perfect, round breast, reaching for her erect nipple, twisting it gently between the tips of her fingers. My breath quickened as I imagined her writhing against the soft cotton sheets with her little whimpers and moans echoing through the room. With each vision, my hand moved faster, gripped tighter and every stroke had me closer to the edge. My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as she pressed the small, pink vibrator against her clit, feeling the intensity of her orgasm surging through her body. The erotic blush of skin. Her thighs clenching. Her toes curling. Fuck. That’s all it took. My breath caught, and I came long and hard. Moments later, I stepped out of the shower with my dick still standing at full salute, taunting me with the knowledge that, unlike Olivia, my sexual frustration had only just begun.

“That friend of yours was awfully nice to help me out,” Sam told me. “Don’t reckon I’d still be around if it wasn’t for him finding me like he did.”

“I’m just glad he was able to help,” I told him. “I wanted to come see you, but Clutch told me that you didn’t think it was a good idea for me to come.”

“Didn’t want you to see me like that, doll. I was in pretty rough shape.”

His face was covered in dark blue and green bruises, and the cuts and scrapes on his hands and arms were far from healed. I couldn’t begin to imagine how bad he looked the morning Clutch found him by that dumpster. When Clutch described everything that had happened, I was heartbroken for Sam. He’d been through so much, and I hated the thought of someone hurting him, especially when it was done in such a vicious way. Sam was unarmed and was no real threat to the guys who attacked him, but they didn’t care. They took sport in hurting him, taking turns hitting and kicking him just for fun, which made the whole thing that much worse. I wanted to be there for him, but when I mentioned going to see him at the clubhouse, Clutch told me that he promised Sam that he’d keep me away until he’d gotten better. I wasn’t exactly happy about it, but I understood that they both had good intentions. It meant the world to me that Clutch had been there for Sam, but I wasn’t surprised; Clutch had a way of always being there when you needed him.

“Well, you still need to get some rest and take care of yourself. Please don’t be in a hurry to leave the clubhouse. Stay long enough to get back on your feet,” I pleaded. He still couldn’t stand up straight, much less walk without a limp, and I was worried that he was pushing himself too soon.

“I’ll stick around for a few more days, but I don’t want to outstay my welcome,” he smiled. “Those boys don’t want an old fart like me lying around there.”

“I doubt that. I’m sure they don’t mind you being there. Where will you go when you leave?”

“The shelter on Second Street. Cyrus got it all worked out for me to stay there for a bit,” he answered.

I hated the thought of him being all alone, but I couldn’t think of any other options. I knew there wasn’t much else I could do. “Just please take care of yourself, Sam. I like having you around,” I said. “So, Mr. Stubborn. How about a sandwich or a bowl of soup?”

“Whatever you’ve got will be fine,” he said and smiled.

“Okay. I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”

I went back to the kitchen window and placed an order for him. When I came back out, I found Clutch sitting at the front counter. He was still wearing his work clothes and there was a smudge of grease on his chin, making him look even sexier. I couldn’t figure it out. How did dirt and grime make him look even better? I was losing it. He smiled when he saw me walking over to him and said, “Hey there, Sunshine.”

“Hey there, Shaggy,” I teased as I took a napkin and cleaned the grease from his jaw. “How was your day?”

“Long, but better now. What about you?”

“I had an interesting offer from Louise earlier today,” I started. “I’m not sure where it came from, but I was thinking the kids might enjoy it.”

“What kind of offer?” he asked, sounding intrigued.

“She’s having a get-together for her grandkids and some of their friends. They are going to do a bonfire and campout at her place. The kids all go to school together, so she thought Hadley and Charlie might like to tag along.”

With his eyebrow raised and a sexy smirk spreading quickly across his face, he said, “I’d say that sounds like a very interesting offer.”

“I have to talk to the kids first. It sounds like a lot of fun for them, but you never know … They may not want to go,” I told him.

“Won’t know until you ask.”

“I guess you’re right.” I placed my elbows on the counter and leaned into him. “But you know … if they
do
go, that means we have a night to ourselves.”

“Can’t think of a better way to spend a night. Talk to them. Let me know what they say.”

“Talk to who?” Charlie asked as he walked up beside Clutch.

“What are you doing down here?” I asked. “I thought you were watching TV with Hadley.”

“She was watching some kid’s show. There’s only so much I can take of that goofy crap, so I thought I’d come down here and see how things were going with you.” He sat down at the counter. He looked back over to me and asked, “So, who do you have to talk to?”

“You, actually. I was talking to Louise earlier. She’s having a get-together for Kyleigh and Logan this weekend. They are going to have some friends over for a bonfire and a campout. They’ll grill out, do some fishing, and play games. She wanted to know if you and Hadley would like to go.” 

His eyes lit up with excitement as he said, “That sounds cool. I bet Devin and Jace will be there, too.”

“So you want to go?”

“Yeah, it’ll be awesome. Logan can be a pain in the ass, but his friends are cool. Can we go?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

I was tickled to see him excited about being with some new friends. “Sure. I think it will be fun.”

“Awesome. I’ll go tell Hadley about it. She’s going to be stoked,” he told us as he stood up to leave. Before he left, he leaned over to Clutch and grinned as he said, “Maybe while we’re gone, you can take
Hazel
out for a good time, too.”

“I’m sure I can come up with something,” Clutch declared.

Once he was gone, I said, “That went better than I thought.”

“It’ll be fun for them and Louise will make sure of it.”

“Order up,” Little Dan called from the kitchen.

“Duty calls,” I told him as I leaned over and planted a big kiss on his lips. “You want me to put in an order for you?”

“Nah. I’m good. I’m just gonna head upstairs for a shower.” He stood to leave. “I’ll grab something later.” He looked over to the back table and smiled as he said, “Tell Sam I said hello.”

“I will,” I answered as he started towards the back door. Once he was gone, I turned to get Sam’s order from the serving window. When I got over to Sam, I noticed that he had a big, contagious smile on his face. I placed his food on the table and asked, “What are you so happy about?”

“Does the old heart good to see you happy,” he answered. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile like that.”

He’d said sweet things to me like that before, but this time was different. It wasn’t what he’d said that had me worried, but the way he was looking at me. From the distant look in his eyes, I could tell that he wasn’t thinking clearly as he spoke. I stepped closer, placing my hand on his shoulder as I replied, “Yeah, I’m pretty happy these days, but I’m a little worried about you. Are you feeling okay, Sam?”