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“Holy crap, I’ve been wanting to come here for ages and no one would come with me!” I squeal probably a little too close to the poor guy’s ear, but this is an epic date idea. I wait until he’s fully parked before I throw myself off the bike in a not-so-graceful dismount. I feel Rhodie’s hand wrap around my arm and yank me upright before I completely face plant.
“Thanks for the save, Big Man. Now come on, let’s get in there!” I grab his arm in both of my hands, definitely noticing how big this man’s biceps are, but I choose to ignore the clenching in my stomach. As I drag him into the building, Rhodie is shaking his head and chuckling down at me.
“Bit excited there, huh, Chewy?”
“You bet your pretty ass! Now book us a lane while I feel up all these axes to find my perfect little throwing number.” I ignore him and the man behind the counter whilst I pick up a few axes to feel their weight. I’ve never done this before nor have I ever really been trusted to throw sharp objects given my accident prone-ness and the fact that I am not sporty AT ALL, but that won’t be holding me back. No siree Bob! I can feel Rhodie at my back as he peers over my shoulder.
“Found something you like?” I excitedly nod my head, holding up the axe I’ve selected, stroking her gently.
“I’m going to name her Monica. She’s a pretty little thing, curvy in all the right places and she is going to kick your massive ass tonight, buddy!” I wave Monica in his face while he laughs at my antics, and it’s so nice to see him let loose.
He leads me to our lane with his hands on my shoulders, before putting me into place with my feet on the white line on the ground, indicating where I throw from. I look up at him and give him a wink (I was aiming for saucy, but it probably came across like I had something in my eye) before I line up the shot and throw with all my might.
I watch in horror as the axe handle bounces off the target and makes its way back towards me at what can only be described as the speed of light. Before I can do anything, Rhodie grabs me from behind and spins us away from my well-thrown projectile and into the wall beside us, my axe landing with a clank almost right where I threw it from.
“Holy fuck Chewy! You could have been maimed, Jesus. I’ve never seen anyone throw something that hard before!” I take in Rhodie’s wide eyes and general confusion over what in the actual fuck just happened, and I burst into laughter. Before long, he joins in and by the time the guy running this place finds us to see how we’re getting on, we are both in fits of laughter leaning on each other.
We each have a couple more throws before we decide to call it a night and head over to the diner for something to eat. I burrow into Rhodie’s body on the back of his bike and breathe him in again. He’s quickly becoming the best friend I ever had, and I can’t help but want more.
Chapter 11
Rhodie
Note to self: never let Chewy anywhere near an axe. Also, second note to self: when riding with Chewy, wear slightly looser jeans. My poor dick is going to have the imprint of my zipper on him for eternity after spending the last hour hard and pressed up against it.
I even tried thinking of Marx to get the fucker down, but then Chewy would do something adorable (yes, I just said adorable) and my cock will harden again. We finally pull up to the diner and I’m hoping that perhaps concentrating on good diner food and not looking poor old Rosie in the eye after Pop’s rant will help the situation.
I help Chewy off the bike and I hold the door open before following her in and resting my hand on her lower back, just an inch above that delectable ass of hers. I understand what people mean when they say they swallow their tongue. I felt that deep in my soul when I saw Chewy on the porch of her wee house in her deep red top and spray on jeans. Low cut enough to tease a little bit of cleavage, tight enough to highlight her gorgeous round tits I can tell will fit perfectly in my hands. She has on her platform Dr. Martin boots, giving her maybe another inch in height. Her hair is out and unruly and from what I can tell, she has very little makeup on, apart from red lipstick to match her top. I wonder if it’s the type that would leave a ring of color around my cock?
I’m snapped out of my thoughts as I hear Rosie’s raspy voice tell us to follow her to the booth I requested. Chewy slides into one side and I decide to slide in right next to her. I know she’s not always comfortable maintaining eye contact, and this way we can chat and touch without her having to stress about it.
Once I settle in, I look down at her to see how she’s doing. She smiles shyly up at me before her eyebrows crease and she bites her lip. I’m about to ask if she’s okay, but she surprises me by moving her hand the small distance to mine, and sweetly curling her little finger over mine. I look down at our hands. Hers so soft and tiny, tanned from her natural coloring. Mine so large and rough, scarred across my knuckles from old fights, tattoos across my fingers and the back of my hands. Yet, this beautiful creature wants to touch me. I look back at her and smile as I slide my hand so I can hook my pinky with hers. Her eyes light up and she leans into my body with a little sigh. It’s fucking crazy, I’m almost 36 years old and have had no shortage of pussy in my time, and yet here I am, in this diner, and the most profound thing I have ever felt was when a tiny woman hooked her pinky in mine.
“So, what can I get you kids?” Rosie’s pack-a-day voice cuts through the moment as both Chewy and I jump apart, acting like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. I even see a blush over Chewy’s cheeks. We place our orders and sit in silence for a moment. Before I can get the conversation started, Rosie is back with our drinks and as she bustles off, a shadow falls over our booth.
“Tuesday? I haven’t seen you around for a while. How’s things?” I look up and see some gaunt beige suit type smiling down at Chewy. He’s either an overconfident douchebag or a fucking idiot. Can’t he see she’s on a date, sharing a booth with the damn enforcer of DRMC? I’m 6’1 and over 250 pounds. This guy is around my height but a lot leaner. Looks like he plays video games all day.
“Hi, Logan. I’m on a date, so I am doing very well, thank you,” Chewy replies in a monotone voice, avoiding eye contact the whole time. Logan finally looks my way, and I give him my best death stare. I can almost see his balls shriveling into his body.
“Oh, ah, well, ok, sorry about that. Um, you know where to find me if you want to see me, or ah, anything.” With that, he taps the table and shuffles off, probably to go crying to his mama.
“Who the fuck is that guy? Please don’t tell me he’s an ex-boyfriend or something. You can do way better than that boring suit, Chewy.” She looks up at me through her lashes before replying very matter-of-factly, at the same time I take a pull of my beer,
“I know him from the sex club.” I spray my mouthful all over myself and anything else in the near vicinity. Whatever I don’t spray goes down the completely wrong way and I’m left beating my chest until the coughing subsides to a nice, manly wheeze.
“Come again Chewy? I’m almost sure I heard you say you know him from the sex club.”
“I DO know him from the sex club.” She averts her gaze and I see a blush climb her cheeks before she sighs. “I’ve never been on a real-life one-on-one date and I’m not good at flirting. I sometimes miss signals and misread romantic situations. But I still have needs and I really like sex, so I joined the sex club. This way I can have transactional sex. The rules are already outlined, all parties know what they’re getting, and it’s a way for me to enjoy my body and others’ bodies in what I deem to be a safe environment for me.” She’s tapping her fingers, so I let her complete a rotation before I place my large hand over her tiny one.
“I get it, Chewy, and it makes absolute sense. I’m sorry if I made you feel embarrassed. I was being a jealous asshole.” I give her hand a little squeeze and when I go to remove it, she grabs hold instead. Smiling to myself, I work through what she’s just told me.
“Um, can I ask you something?” she nods her head at me so I carry on “If we, or when we, decide to take this to the next level, would you prefer if we had some type of rules or contract like you did with Logan?” Just saying that beige bastard’s name makes my fists involuntarily clench, but I press on because I know this is probably something we should discuss.
“Would that make you feel safe with me?” I watch her face as she thinks about this. She has a little frown, and she chews her bottom lip, fingers tapping once again.
“I think that when we have sex, I would like to try it without rules. I want to experience it the way everyone else does. Would that be okay?” She looks me dead in the eye with those whiskey-gold eyes and I use my thumb to smooth the creases between her eyebrows.
“Yeah babe, that’s perfectly okay with me. I got you Chewy. Remember that,” and with that Rosie delivers our food and I tuck into what I know is the best burger in the state. Chewy looks at me with her fork in the air, a small frown between her brows and her bottom lip in her teeth. “Do you want to know any other details about my sexual background before we go any further?”
