GGS: Good Gaelic Souls A Biker Saga (G.G.S) by Pamela Murdaugh Smith Page B

she told herself, crossing the room still naked, she softly kissed her man goodnight and crawled into bed.
    Minutes later, he heard her soft, even breathing and knew that she was sleeping. He was tired too, about half-past tired if he was being honest. "No, Fuck that," He thought, "I'm fucking spent."  He put down the magazine and headed for the shower. Getting out, he dried off and put on his underwear. "I can't do it" He thought to himself, "I can't sleep naked, I know it pisses her off, but I can't do it. Never have, never will." He walked over to the bed just as his cell phone went off, flipping it open quickly so as not to awaken Stax, he walked away from the bedside. "Yeah?" He quietly answered the call, "No, your fine brother, all clear." Samson, who had called from just outside the door, walked in. "Bar was empty except for one old, slobbering drunk, so I took a walk." He quietly informed Strangler, who shook his head in sympathy and nodded at the sleeping figure under the cover, "Nobody get's ass tonight brother, lets get some sleep, tomorrow is gonna be rough."  At that, Strangler slipped under the covers with his sunburned sleeping beauty and Samson headed for the shower. Morning would come soon enough, and it was the last day before their new reality truly hit them square in the face. Stax was gonna have to go home.
    Too early for their liking, came the inevitable loud knocking at the door, followed by "Housekeeping!"  Samson hollered out, "Not wanted!" As all three were jolted out of a peaceful sleep. "Morning all." He muttered, without looking over at the couple in the other bed. He knew the drill, they had been in many a motel room together over the years. He got up, grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth and hair, braided his long hair and got dressed. He gave a quick knock from his side of the bathroom door and looking straight ahead, crossed the room. Grabbing the magazine off the table, he slid back the glass door, said "Clear" and stepped out onto the patio.
    At that, Stax climbed on top of  Strangler, "Morning Prez." She whispered, as she brushed her tits across his face, kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed. He watched her ass bounce it's way to the bathroom. "Did you sleep well?" She asked just as she reached the doorway. "Like a King" He stated, still watching until she closed the bathroom door behind her. He sat up and threw an empty plastic cup at the window. Samson stuck his head in the door, "All Clear brother." He said. "I'm good," Replied Samson. "Just let me know when it's time for breakfast."
    Stax came out of the bathroom freshly dressed and smelling like aloe, and Strangler took his turn next. Stax went out into the hallway and snatched another trash bag from the housekeepers cart to put their dirty clothes in. "How we gonna fit all of this in the saddle bags?" She asked Strangler as he emerged from the bathroom. "Moby is coming up to meet us for breakfast, he'll take everything back with him." He informed her, "After breakfast, we'll come back and pack up, we have until 11:00. Then we can take a ride down the coast before heading home, that is, unless you want to hang out on the beach." She knew what he was hoping for and she also knew that she needed to stay out of the sun. "No beach, let's ride." Came her cheerful answer.  She made a mental note that before packing it all up, she would need to spray on another coat of Aloe.
    Strangler stuck his head out out the door again, this time to inform Samson that it was time to head out for breakfast. Eagerly, Samson closed the magazine and grabbed the whiskey bottle that Stax and Strangler had left out on the table overnight. "Good thing there weren't any thirsty beach bums out last night!" He quipped walking into the room. "Slider will have you both sh-" He stopped and the last word trailed off as he realized what he had said. He looked anxiously at Stax, who had been caught off guard.