3 comments/ 8351 views/ 3 favorites The Cowboy and the Biker Bitch By: BadgerAngyl {Note: This story is pure fantasy and completely a work of fiction, although the characters are based on real people. I have changed the names and locations so as to protect those parties who would kick my ass if they were to know I was writing about them. I know that "he" reads this site, so, before you get pissed, sugars, be flattered, why don't you?} * I pulled up in front of the low brick building with butterflies in my stomach and more than a little trepidation. Yeah, I looked great for the first time in my life, but would he even remember me? It had been almost ten years since I'd seen him, and a few thousand miles had separated us for those years. I had sent Christmas and birthday cards for a couple years, but when I got the first that said "No longer at this address" I had given up. Well, I could sit here and be worried, or I could go in and get the Mustang serviced. I swallowed hard to try to settle the butterflies and stepped out of the car. I knew that I made a pretty picture in the spring late afternoon light. Red hair down to my ass, size 12 jeans that clung to every curve, a Harley-Davidson tank top that declared "Put something exciting between your legs" that showed my 44D cleavage to its maximum advantage, and mirrored shades to add an aura of mystery. I saw him in the office and knew it was him immediately. Still hadn't really changed after all the years. He was looking at me with more than a little lust in those electric blue eyes. Will he still look at me that way when he knows its me? Stepping up to the door, I leaned against the doorjamb and said "Hello, sugars," with a smile as I pulled off my sunglasses. His eyes widened in shock as his brain registered that phrase with my voice and face. "Sharyll? Is that really you? Jesus Christ, you look good," he said as he stepped forward to hug me. I returned the embrace, trying hard not to be reluctant to let go. "Yep, its me," I said, "and I brought you some business as a present...I just got through driving Little Black there all the way from Seattle, and I know she's in dire need of an oil change and a tune-up. Mom should be here in a minute or two to pick me up, I know its late, and I figure it'll be tomorrow before you can have her done for me," I babbled nervously. "Seattle? Last I heard from you, y'all were back in Arkansas. Where's your better half at, anyway?" My eyes welled up, as they always did when anyone referred to my late husband. It took me a second to reply to his innocent question. "He's gone. He just didn't wake up one morning last year. The doctor said it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did." "Oh, hell no," he said, and sat down behind his desk. "Damn, I thought he'd be around forever. Why didn't you call me?" I laughed bitterly. "How? I haven't heard from you since we left here, sweetheart, and really I didn't think you would even know me when I pulled up a little while ago. Besides, you've moved since we did. I have no idea where you're living or anything anymore, much less your phone number." He got upset at what I said and retorted, "hell, you know the name of the shop, you could have called here." "Well, I didn't. Besides, I doubt you'd have hopped a plane to come bury him. That's last year now, though, okay?" A car horn broke through the air, and I knew without looking that it was my mother. "I gotta go. When can I pick up my car?" "Tomorrow morning, around ten. Where's the kids? Damon and Kimmy?" "Right now they're at my mom's house. I'll be here." I stood up and went to the door. "Hey," he said as I started to leave, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have got like that. And I'm sorry for your loss." I nodded, and said, "Well, we're slowly getting better. The kids aren't asking for Daddy anymore, they're asking if they're going to get a new daddy, which is almost as upsetting." more soon...hope you like it so far, sugars! The Cowboy and the Biker Bitch Ch. 02 NOTE: This story, while based on real people, is a work of fiction. Said real people have had their names changed to protect them (AND ME!) And sugars, I do hope you enjoy this....(if you ever read it. I get the feeling it's not in the right category for you.) I quickly changed the subject. I didn't want to get into that right now, I would start to cry, and I really didn't want him to see me cry. He never had, and as far as I was concerned, he never would, although it had come really close when Jack had gotten transferred to Arkansas and we had moved. "So, how are your kids, then, Jason?" Safe subject, they were his world, at least they had been back in the day. Ah, they still were, he was grinning. "Makin me feel old, they've grown up so fast. Gary, he's about to graduate, and Casey is in junior high." I laughed, and said, "You'll never be old," with a giggle. "Well, I'll be by tomorrow to pick up Lil' Black. Hope you have a good evening." With that, I went and got into Mama's Shelby. I could feel the stares from the grease monkeys in the bays as I slid into the front seat. Mama pulled out, tires squealing on the blacktop, showing off for everyone just how well she could drive. Mom handed me her cigarette case, and I lit her a cigarette and gave it to her as she expertly handled the crazily curving road. "So," she said a few seconds later, "is he the same?" I lit my own cigarette before responding. "Yeah," I said, "a little older, he needs to get back on that home gym thing, but he's still basically the same old Cowboy. How many of the mechanics are gonna get their asses chewed for starin at mine when we left?" Mom laughed, years of smoking making her laugh harsh, and said, "Honey he was lookin just as hard! And I mean looking!" I stared at Mama in disbelief. "You gotta be shittin' me," I said when I could finally talk. She shook her head decisively. "Nope, he was definitely checkin out the goods, baby, and he looked like he liked what he saw." I felt the smile crawl across my face before I realized what it was. When Mama pulled up in front of the house it took me a minute yet to get it together enough to go on in. The next morning my brother would NOT get up when I wanted him to to take me up to the shop. I was more than a little pissed when I finally got there, and my mood was not improved when I looked through the window and didn't see him. It dropped even further when my dear sweet brother took off without waiting for me even to see if the Mustang was done. "He is so dead when I tell Mom," I muttered to myself as I stepped carefully around the potholes in the parking lot towards the garage. I had made the mistake of wearing my high heeled black leather boots again, and three inch heels, while sexy as hell, do not go well with old parking lots and their tendency to have gravel every damn where. I usually had wonderful balance, too, but of course this morning I just had to be having a bad day. I fell when I stepped on a piece of said gravel and it slipped out from under me. Face first, hard enough to knock my breath away for a second. I lay there feeling stupid for a moment, then sat up and looked for my glasses. Once I had them back on, (I am blind as a bat without them), I saw him comin towards me, and God, did he look good... His white shirt was a wonderful contrast for that deep almost Indian tan, and while he wasn't a bodybuilder, there was definition even through the shirt sleeves to show that he had some real muscle on his arms. He was getting a little grey in his hair, but I liked that...it added some distinction. And again, the electric blue of his eyes in contrast with that tan made me tingle in places that I didn't know would tingle!! "Hi," I managed to get out as I tried to stand up. Note the word tried, because my left ankle buckled under me and I ended up back on the ground, biting my lip to keep from yelling in pain. "What's wrong?" he said, his voice tinged with concern. "I must have fucked up this stupid ankle when I fell," I muttered through clenched teeth. "Oh, Randy better go find a big ass hole and drag a mountain over the entrance, cause when Mom gets done with him, he's gonna think a fuckin' semi drove over his ass. Jesus, that hurts." I rubbed my ankle and wondered just how exactly I was going to drive the Mustang home now. That clutch was definitely going to be a bitch and a half. "Come on," he said, and seconds later, I was being picked up and carried across the parking lot. I thought about making him put me down, then decided that for once, I would enjoy being the damsel in distress. "Who was that dropped you off?" he asked once I was settled as comfortably as possible. "My idjit brother. He's so dead its not even funny," I said as I opened my purse and pulled out my lock back buck knife. My ankle had already swollen to the point that I had to cut off my boot. "These are hundred dollar boots, he is SO dead," I chattered, trying to ignore the pain that radiated up and out from my ankle. "You need to get that looked at," Jason said. I just looked at him. "Well, you should," he said again, "but I suppose you won't, just to be contrary like always." "No, sugars, its not that I like being contrary, I just enjoy annoying the hell out of you. Sorry to have ruined your day." I was having a really hard time keeping the pain out of my voice now, and today definitely was not going the way I had planned it. I had planned on looking hot and acting cool, but my brother had ruined that! "Damn it, Sharyll, you don't always have to be a smartass, do you?" he was getting pissy now. Well, he was about to see that I could be pissy too. "No, sometimes I'm just as big a dumbass as my brother," I growled, exasperated. "Is there someone you can call to come get you?" he asked. "Nope. Mom had to go to the doctor, or else I would have had her bring me down here. Dad's out of state, and Randy was on his way to work." "Okay, then." He went out of the room for a few minutes, and when he came back, he was jingling my keys. "I'll take you home." "How are you going to get back?" "I'll call up here and have one of the guys come get me. Y'all don't live far from here, do you?" "No, not far at all, but you don't have to do that. I can drive," I said. "Liar." Five minutes later, I was in the passenger seat and he was behind the wheel of my little black Mustang, obviously enjoying himself. "So why do you call this car Little Black, other than the obvious reasons?" he asked me. "Well, it used to be Mama's, you know. She called it Little Black because it reminded her of a pony from a children's book she had when she was a little girl. Little Black and Big Red. It's a good name for her, I think. It's a really good car, isn't it?" "Hell, yeah, I like it," he said, smiling at me. "So, when did y'all get back here anyway?" "Three weeks ago now. You turn left here. Yeah, we came back three weeks ago." "You looked for a job yet?" "No, there's really no need to yet. Jack had a good insurance policy and I get about twenty-five hundred a month between money for the kids and his annuity. So I'm good money wise for now. I'll have to get a job soon, but right now the kids need me at home. Turn right here, then go straight. That's Mama's house there." We pulled into the driveway and he helped me out of the car and into the house where I collapsed on the couch. He sat down next to me. "So how long has it been since..." I knew what he was trying to ask. "Almost a year, like I said yesterday. Be a year ago next month." "So how long are you planning on staying with your Mom?" "Well I was going to go look at an apartment this afternoon, but obviously I can't now. I was hoping to be out of here by the end of the month." "Oh? Where at?" "Down on Skywater Road. They're supposed to be really nice. Got a private swimming pool, security, the whole nine yards. I can get a four bedroom for seven hundred, and I need the extra room for company from out of town, in case my little sister comes up to visit." "I think I know where you're talkin about. Those are nice. Well," he said, pulling out his phone, "if you'll excuse me for a moment." He called and arranged for someone to come get him, then turned back to me. "What are you doing this weekend?" The question surprised me. "I didn't have any plans. We kind of go with the flow around here. Its easiest that way." "Well, that World of Wheels car show is going to be in town and I thought maybe the kids might like to go." "That is so sweet of you! I'll ask them, and call you and let you know." A horn blared. He stood up. "That must be my ride," he said. "Well you can't leave without giving me your number," I said. He smiled and gave it to me and I entered it into my cell phone. "I guess I'll talk to you later then," I said. "See you," he said and started to leave, then turned around. Quickly, he kissed my cheek, then left. I put my hand up to where he kissed me, dumbfounded.