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As soon as that flag waves for us to go, that’s exactly what we do.
What makes it even better?
None of us have ever been this way with anyone else.
I swear, it’s like we’re the same magical formula that made the first Fast and The Furious movie so damn memorable.
Bubbling Bistro, the corner café whose back lot we managed to grab a spot in, is already packed and on a wait by the time we finally arrive. Getting here sooner would’ve obviously been better but between a full day in the garage, cutting out early to pick up parts, and a little showing off of my woman that everyone agreed looks like she walked right out of car mag, time wasn’t totally on our side.
Alright, it could’ve been.
But if the choice is showing off my chick, then filling her with cum to remind her who she belongs to after dudes had been drooling over her for two hours, I’mma choose that one.
Every. Time.
About an hour post putting my name on the list and tapping my foot to more cover band songs than I care admit, we’re settling around a rectangular table on the patio that’s far enough away from the music that it’s not difficult to hear one another while close enough that it pleases Bunny given the way she keeps singing along.
Thoughtlessly, I flop my face into the open palm of the arm that’s resting on the edge of my chair.
She’s really not a bad singer.
Definitely prefer when she sings the catchy shit because she wiggles her ass with it too.
Nolan playfully nudges my foot under the table and taunts, “I’mma start calling you Pup instead of Kid if you don’t stop lookin’ at her like that.”
I do my best to banish the blushes by giving the side of my neck a bashful rub.
“Then Imma start calling your ass Cujo instead of Mutt for what you did to his neck,” Bunny swiftly counters from the seat beside me.
“What’d he do to my neck?” Casually prodding the space is attached to another question. “Shit, did he give me a bruise?”
“With his mouth,” she sassily reminds, receiving a glare from his position across the table, “which is what we call a hickey.” The jovial teasing is redirected to me. “Can you say hickey?”
Flashing her a crooked grin precedes my own smug statement, “You’re talkin’ an awful lot of shit for someone who’s carrying my load between her legs.”
Bunny’s eyes instantly widen to the size of the tray our waitress is carrying our drinks on.
Nolan erupts in laughter while I merely look up at the now crimson cheeked redheaded woman delivering our beverages to offer gratitude. “Thanks.”
“Mmhm,” she hums back, attention buried downward to avoid meeting my gaze. “Do you um…Does everyone uh…Do you need a um…”
“Napkin,” my best friend casually interjects causing our woman to squeak in shock.
“Minute?” Opening the menu up, I politely inform, “That would be great. Thank you.”
Mumbled words are thrown in our direction before she hustles away to tend to another table.
Bunny’s huffing is loud and immediate, “I cannot believe you just said that in front of her!”
“I can.” Nolan reaches for his glass of water and presents me with a mischievous smirk. “I’d say I’m rubbin’ off on you.”
“That’s definitely what you did in my car,” I shoot back as I grab my draft beer.
Laughter leaves them both, yet it’s the man in my life that speaks again, “You’re a mouthy little fuck today. You must’ve been around Butler.”
“Is that the tiny one with the chin pubes?” Bunny inquires, frame leaning towards me, but hand extending across the space for Nolan to rest his on top of.
Conversations about acquaintances and other mechanics we deal with fairly regularly take up most of our time premeal as well as the meal itself. Our girl listens on, fully engaged in all the stories we share, contributing with her own in regard to who she met today along with whose name she recalls from our bookkeeping program, and fully immerses herself in the discussion clearly staking her claim in a world we shared before her but are eager to invite her into.
