“Fuck, sweet pea,” he grunted as his breathing slowly returned to normal. She had her arms around his neck, her head buried in the crook of it. It was the best fucking he’d had since the last time they’d come together.
Gently he eased her down and she fell against him. “My legs feel like jelly.” She chuckled. He helped her onto a chair. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she whispered.
Kissing her gently, he stroked her cheek. “Me too,” he murmured against her lips.
“Can you please close the door now? I feel like we’re tempting fate. I really don’t want Jerry to see me half-naked.”
“Neither do I.” He zipped his pants, winked at her, then strode over and shut the door. “What time do you get off work?”
“At five. Did you want to go out to eat? It’ll be my treat.”
“We can get some barbecue. And I’ll pay. No arguments about it. You know I’m old-fashioned that way. No way am I gonna have a woman pay for me.” He held his hand up and came over to her, his finger tracing her jawline. “Having you in my life is a treat. I’ll pick you up at six thirty. I got some shit to do right now.”
Shaking her head, she leaned forward and hugged him. “You’re too sweet. Six thirty is good. I better get back to work. I have all these boxes to unpack and inventory.” She swept her hand over a stack of boxes to the left.
“I’ll see you later, sweet pea.” He brushed his lips across hers and left the room.
As he walked down Main Street, he bumped into Goldie. “Hey, dude. What’re you up to?” Goldie said.
“I just stopped by to see Fallon. I’m going to get her something for her birthday. It’s coming up soon and I have some time to kill, so I thought I’d get it today.”
“I don’t have shit to do. I’ll hang with you and afterward we can grab a beer. I just got back from visiting my grandma.”
Diablo’s face softened. “How’s she doing?”
Goldie raked his fingers through his thick blond hair. “About the same. She still recognizes me, so that’s a plus. Alzheimer’s a fucking awful disease. I can’t believe she got it. I mean, she’s always been the nicest, sweetest person I’ve ever known. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know where I’d be. She took me in when my mom bailed.”
Diablo clasped Goldie’s shoulder. “It fuckin’ sucks when bad shit happens to the good ones and great shit happens to the fuckin’ assholes. Life can be a twisted puppet master. Fuck.”
Goldie nodded. “What’re you planning to buy for Fallon? Before you answer that, I gotta admit I never thought I’d live to see the day where you’d be shopping for gifts for a woman. Dude, you’re so hooked.” He chuckled.
“I’m shopping for Fallon, not just any woman. And… yeah. I’m fuckin’ hooked in a big way.”
They went into a shop at the end of Main Street. Lace ’N’ Things catered to women and had a little bit of everything, from beautiful stationery to naughty lingerie. The saleslady’s eyes widened when the two bikers entered. “May I help you?” she said, the lines around her eyes deepening when she frowned.
“Need to get something sexy for my woman,” Diablo said as he glanced around the store.
“Like lingerie? We have some very pretty pieces and they go from sweet to… well… to not so sweet. The ones we have are against the back wall.”
Diablo turned to where she pointed. “I’ll check ’em out.”
“Do you have stuff that has cutouts, like where the tits and pussy are?” Goldie said.
The woman’s face blanched and Diablo chuckled. Goldie didn’t have filters. “Uh… no. We don’t carrythatkind of lingerie. Maybe you’d have some luck online.” She turned away quickly and started rearranging a stack of lace scarves on one of the display counters.
“What the fuck’s her problem?” Goldie asked.
“You’re fuckin’ clueless, dude. Let me check out what they got.”
The two men looked at the different teddies, babydolls, and two-pieces. “I like them with the cutouts. I think it’s sexy as fuck.” Goldie had a black teddy in his hand.
“I like where you can untie shit. Covering up can be sexier than showing everything right off.” Diablo pulled out a sheer lilac teddy with pretty satin ribbons over the breasts and crotch. He knew Fallon would love that the ribbons had tiny flowers on the end, and he loved that the back was a thong. They could have some real fun with that one. “I’m gonna get this one. Let’s go.”
As they exited the shop, Goldie laughed. “I bet we’re gonna be the topic of discussion at that uptight lady’s next potluck. Now let’s grab a beer.”
“I need another gift that’s all for Fallon. If you were a woman, what would you want?”
“I know what I wouldn’t want—you. I’d prefer a blond, blue-eyed stud like me.”
