Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Candace Blevins
Authors: Candace Blevins
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side and landed on my back.
“Clean me up and turn the light out on your way out. And lock the door.”
She cleaned my cock with a warm washcloth, dried it, and left without saying a word. I rolled over and closed my eyes as the room went dark and the door closed, and I was out within seconds.
Chapter 6
G onzo
I checked email first thing when I awakened, and Connie had emailed me back to let me know the twins had a million questions but so far seemed to be handling everything well emotionally. I wrote her back to tell her she’d done a great job with them, and their emotional stability showed they’d been raised in a loving home.
As I wrote the words I knew I was giving her ammunition to use against me if we ended up in a custody battle, but I truly wanted to work this out with her and not turn it into a fight. I’d do everything I could to show her how appreciative I was of the way she’d taken care of my kids, and hope we could work things out amicably. I’d meant it when I told her if we both have the best interests of the kids in mind, we’d be fine.
I know they have to stay with her right now, because ripping them from their current life and dragging them into mine wouldn’t be good for them. We had to do this slowly.
No one else in the clubhouse was up and about yet, so I went to the workout room and attacked the bag a while before I hit the weights. I showered and changed, got breakfast at a little greasy spoon diner down the street, and then drove to the Nissan dealership.
I rode my bike around the lot, and then back and forth amongst the Maximas. I parked behind the only black one, and was disappointed it didn’t have the package I’d decided I wanted. I looked them all over and none had what I wanted, so I got back on my bike before the salesman made it to me, and I rode to the other dealership.
Once again I drove the entire lot before focusing on the Maximas. This time the black one had exactly what I wanted, and I looked up expectantly as a salesman approached.
“I’ll move my bike while you get the keys to this one, if you don’t mind?”
I loved the way it drove, and when I got out I took a picture of the VIN number as I told the salesman, “If we can reach an agreeable number, I’ll take it.”
An hour later we’d come to a deal and I’d let them know we could skip the finance option because I’d be paying with a check. I’d texted the VIN to my insurance agent on one of the occasions the salesman had left the room to talk to his manager, and she’d called back to get my credit card number and ask me what deductible I wanted. I’d also arranged for a prospect to drive Angelica to me so she could drive my bike home, so I was all set.
I only trust three people with my bike, and Bash’s Princess is one of them. It’s kind of a long story, but she’s torn it down and rebuilt it, and she knows how to handle it.
When we arrived at my house, Angelica got in the passenger seat so I could take her home, and said, “She’s a beaut, and Harmony’s right — you’re more alive.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond so I changed the subject. “I started to research child car seats, but I figure Connie’s already done that so I’ll just buy whatever she has. The kids’ll be used to them, so it should work out.”
“Connie’s the aunt?”
“Her name’s Constance and she doesn’t shorten it, but that’s a prissy assed name.”
“Will you tell me about the twins?”
I told her about our time at the Riverpark, and she laughed and smiled as I talked. When I dropped her off in her parking lot she leaned over the armrest and kissed my cheek. “I like this version of you, Gonzo. I’m so fucking happy for you.”
“Thanks for getting my bike home.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I drove to the compound and went through the sequence necessary to get into the RTMC’s large parking garage. I have access because I’ve needed to park my truck here on occasion, and I have to admit
“Clean me up and turn the light out on your way out. And lock the door.”
She cleaned my cock with a warm washcloth, dried it, and left without saying a word. I rolled over and closed my eyes as the room went dark and the door closed, and I was out within seconds.
Chapter 6
G onzo
I checked email first thing when I awakened, and Connie had emailed me back to let me know the twins had a million questions but so far seemed to be handling everything well emotionally. I wrote her back to tell her she’d done a great job with them, and their emotional stability showed they’d been raised in a loving home.
As I wrote the words I knew I was giving her ammunition to use against me if we ended up in a custody battle, but I truly wanted to work this out with her and not turn it into a fight. I’d do everything I could to show her how appreciative I was of the way she’d taken care of my kids, and hope we could work things out amicably. I’d meant it when I told her if we both have the best interests of the kids in mind, we’d be fine.
I know they have to stay with her right now, because ripping them from their current life and dragging them into mine wouldn’t be good for them. We had to do this slowly.
No one else in the clubhouse was up and about yet, so I went to the workout room and attacked the bag a while before I hit the weights. I showered and changed, got breakfast at a little greasy spoon diner down the street, and then drove to the Nissan dealership.
I rode my bike around the lot, and then back and forth amongst the Maximas. I parked behind the only black one, and was disappointed it didn’t have the package I’d decided I wanted. I looked them all over and none had what I wanted, so I got back on my bike before the salesman made it to me, and I rode to the other dealership.
Once again I drove the entire lot before focusing on the Maximas. This time the black one had exactly what I wanted, and I looked up expectantly as a salesman approached.
“I’ll move my bike while you get the keys to this one, if you don’t mind?”
I loved the way it drove, and when I got out I took a picture of the VIN number as I told the salesman, “If we can reach an agreeable number, I’ll take it.”
An hour later we’d come to a deal and I’d let them know we could skip the finance option because I’d be paying with a check. I’d texted the VIN to my insurance agent on one of the occasions the salesman had left the room to talk to his manager, and she’d called back to get my credit card number and ask me what deductible I wanted. I’d also arranged for a prospect to drive Angelica to me so she could drive my bike home, so I was all set.
I only trust three people with my bike, and Bash’s Princess is one of them. It’s kind of a long story, but she’s torn it down and rebuilt it, and she knows how to handle it.
When we arrived at my house, Angelica got in the passenger seat so I could take her home, and said, “She’s a beaut, and Harmony’s right — you’re more alive.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond so I changed the subject. “I started to research child car seats, but I figure Connie’s already done that so I’ll just buy whatever she has. The kids’ll be used to them, so it should work out.”
“Connie’s the aunt?”
“Her name’s Constance and she doesn’t shorten it, but that’s a prissy assed name.”
“Will you tell me about the twins?”
I told her about our time at the Riverpark, and she laughed and smiled as I talked. When I dropped her off in her parking lot she leaned over the armrest and kissed my cheek. “I like this version of you, Gonzo. I’m so fucking happy for you.”
“Thanks for getting my bike home.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I drove to the compound and went through the sequence necessary to get into the RTMC’s large parking garage. I have access because I’ve needed to park my truck here on occasion, and I have to admit
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