Page 31 of Conan
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
CONAN
I receiveda voicemail from Demi the other night, and after listening to it for the sixth time since receiving it, I barked out in a round of laughter loud enough that it drew the other guys’ attention. So here we are, once again, huddled in one room as I have my phone on speaker, replaying it so they can hear it. She’s giggling so damn much in the message that she’s wheezing as she retells what happened during their trip into town.
“Oh, man. I would’ve loved to have been there and seen that for myself. I’m going to stock up on those ribbed and flavored condoms then gift wrap them for Reg and Roscoe,” I state, my stomach tight and cramping from all of the laughing.
“We should put them inside some of those party poppers and release them through the main room of the clubhouse like confetti,” Midas suggests.
“That’d be funny as shit,” Marcum says as he pulls out his phone and begins to search for a website where he can order the party favors.
“One more day of this bullshit and we can get the fuck outta here,” Rev mentions, all of us ready to be done with this damn seminar.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve somewhat had a good time and have shared a few laughs with the wall climb, zip lining, and other physical activity stuff they’ve had us do, but we all miss home. And the fact that I had to listen to my voicemail from Demi several times per day since receiving it just so I could hear her voice whenever I wanted to, says a lot about how homesick I am.
“Today’s all of the wrap up bullshit,” Marcum explains. “One of us needs to talk to our four new friends and convince them to follow us out.”
“They’re stuck up Conan’s ass, I think he should volunteer to do that,” Rev remarks.
“They do seem to have this hero worship thing going on with him,” Midas adds.
“I’ve told y’all, I’m a loveable fucker. One day, everyone’s going to believe me,” I insist.
“Don’t go getting a God-like complex, brother,” Marcum warns. “We have a hard enough time keeping you grounded as it is.”
“I resent that,” I state, sliding a serious mask on my face then continuing, “my feet are firmly planted on the earth.”
Every single one of them either chuckle or roll their eyes. I can feel the love and support coming off them. The shitheads.
“Laugh it up, jackasses,” I snarl. “One day, you’ll regret making fun of me. Watch, it’ll happen.”
“When I’m cold and buried,” Marcum jokes. “But until that day comes, I’m going to remind you that you’re only human and nobody thinks your shit doesn’t stink.”
“It smells like motherfucking roses!” I holler as he heads into the bathroom.
When this mundane day is done and over with, I walk to our spot where Liam and Niles are and before I light up, I ask them, “We’re having a shindig at our compound. Wanna come back for the night and toss back a few brews and meet the rest of our team? We have women staying with us who love to entertain.”
“Oh, yeah? We were going to get a couple of hours behind us on the road, but an extra night in town won’t put us too far behind schedule,” Niles states.
Liam hitches his head to the side, interest blazing in his eyes, and asks, “Compound?”
“Yeah, man. We’re bikers,” I confirm. “We live the party life and have nobody to answer to for our lifestyle.”
“You’re what?” Liam asks, his jaw dropping.
“Got something against us, Liam?” I inquire, not holding back the growl in my voice. “Do bikers offend you?”
“No,” he says, adamantly shaking his head in denial. “Just surprised that you would come here and sit through this.”
“We own and run a business, man. Even hardcore bikers have to tow the line, if you know what I mean.”
“Yep,” he answers, bobbing his head but his eyes are still somewhat leery. “Y’all have club chicks?”
“We do, those would be the women I mentioned earlier,” I convey, turning my head so he doesn’t see me rolling my eyes. When I turn back and look at them, I can see the desire to come with us forming. I just need to reel them in a little more. “As I mentioned, they love to entertain, show off, and they really enjoy strange.” I make my point by wiggling my eyebrows.
Out of my peripheral vision, I see the rest of the guys coming up and use their appearance to my advantage. “Guys, I invited our friends back to party with us. They’re somewhat doubtful now that they know we’re motorcycle enthusiasts.”
