Restlessness had been my constant enemy for years, despite the meetings,deals to broker , drugs , guns and stolen cars I moved , even with all that on top of a legitimate shipping business to run you would think I could curb it . No matter what I tried, the restlessness would overtake me and I would go on pure instinct to satisfy it.
I had been in the lovely city of Charleston for three days now, for a meeting with the local Warlocks motorcycle club to handle their first shipment of Crystal Meth but our plan had slowed down considerably. Actually, it had ground to a screeching halt, was a better description of the current situation and I was not happy about it.
A few of the members had been recently arrested, and our plans on transporting a dozen custom motorcycles packed with crystal meth via transport truck had to be changed at the last minute.
The run to Kansas was set for two days from now, the drivers and protection runners would have to be chosen again, and the routes I had already changed , all of this was not a problem just a minor hassle.
It was just after eight o'clock, and I had already eaten dinner at a steakhouse my brother had recommended with Buzz, a member of the Savannah chapter of the same motorcycle club who earned his legitimate living as security on my payroll.
At six foot -three and about two hundred and eighty pounds all Buzz really had to do as far as security for me was look menacing and that came to him naturally.
Buzz looked like he just stepped out of The Wild Bunch he could have passed for a young Marlon Brando, dressed in classic Levi's, a white tee, black motorcycle boots, with his jet-black hair slicked back, and his classic military cap turned around backwards.
Dinner had been excellent just as I had figured, my brother Jason knew food like I knew women, it was our inherit nature.
Buzz had invited me along for a club party afterward and as much as I enjoyed a good back yard throw down I was not in the mood for a crowd, especially not one as rowdy as the Warlocks clubhouse could be.
"Come on, there will be bitches ...you know you like bitches." Buzz had teased with his childish grin.
He was standing in the doorway of our adjoining rooms, grinning stupidly trying to get me to go with him.
"You need to party a little Jordan, to kill whatever this mood is your in." he goaded me a bit more.
"I'm not in a mood, I am aggravated at your fellow brothers for getting arrested for something as stupid as not paying their child support and changing my well laid plans." I gave him a snide grin, even though that was not the reason for my restless mood.
"Ok, whatever...you gonna be cool?" his tone was as usual concerned.
"Yes, I'm armed and not leaving so I should be fine, so please go and have a blast and I'll see you in the morning and we will go to the port like we planned for that meeting." I offered with a little warmer smile.
"Cool, I'm out then. "He gave a wave and was gone.
Finally, I was alone, finally it was quiet and I was still filled with restlessness.
I walked out onto our shared balcony at the Rutledge Inn and stood quietly leaning against the railing looking down at the city of Charleston and it is illuminated, tourist filled streets.
I pondered my options, as I lit the joint I was holding, inhaled deeply and closed my eyes.
I knew what I needed, I had not seen Rachael Harris in weeks far too many to count now and I was more than frustrated and in need that familiar touch.
I thought that I could do this, go this long without seeing her but I was obviously wrong.
The more I paced the more I thought of her, the more I missed her touch, those insatiable lips and the enticing body of my brunette banker.
I felt like a junkie who needed a fix, my skin crawled with want and my body ached to its core for that all too familiar, gratifying pleasurable high.
I could go out, find a stranger, a random replacement for the night someone to curb my appetite but I knew it would only be a fleeting fix and probably just another hassle.
Another hassle was something I did not need, a stranger never really curbed my appetite anyway, and all it did was feed my desire for the chase.
I sat a bit longer, smoking, and weighing my options to curb the need I had brewing in me. my gut instinct would be to call the banker, breaking my rule and giving in to the need for her, again this decision would only be more of a hassle and creating my own hassle wouldn't be as easy to fix as a couple of idiot biker's that didn't pay their child support.
I finished half the joint and walked inside grabbing my cell phone, my decision made I pulled up her name and dialed her number.
One ring, two rings, was I taking a shot in the dark?
It had been so long since I had asked her for this would she answer?
Finally, on the third ring her soft, sweet voice answered.
"Jordan, I'm on my way to dinner can I call you back?" she asked politely, the sound of the car droning in the background.
"I need to see you." I said softly, knowing she would hear the honesty in my voice.
"Where are you ..., are you ok?" she asked, immediately concerned about my well-being, which made me smile.
"I'm fine ....please ...I just need you." I said again, giving her what I knew she wanted to hear, what I knew would bring her to me.
It had been so long, but she would never deny me, not after all this time and certainly given our history. Although her momentary pause suddenly made me second-guess my decision, as I waited patiently for her answer.
"Where are you?" she asked finally.
I could not stop the triumphant smile on my face or the jolt of anticipation that shot through my body.
"Rutledge Inn, in downtown Charleston...you know the one."
"It will take me a few hours to get there, I have to go home first I'll need some things."
"Room 147 and I'm not going anywhere, we've got all night." I said confidently.
"You are going to need it, it's been far too long." she said seductively before hanging up.
Proud of my self, I stood up pulled a beer from the mini fridge and headed to the bathroom for a nice long, relaxing bath, I had plenty of time before she would arrive and my mind was instantly racing with the images of our past rendezvous.
Each time we had done this, every random hotel, every chance meeting, every late night surprise visit, each moment burned into my memories, every satisfying moment we had ever spent with one another filled my hazy stoned mind and I welcomed them wholeheartedly.
Whatever restlessness I felt was slowly seeping away and being replaced by desire, as I sunk down into the luxurious garden tub letting the hot, steaming water loosen my tense muscles. A few hours I could easily kill if it meant the end result would be total satisfaction and a calm to my restless need.
