“Fuck, I will be back tonight.” With one more kiss, I leave, meeting my brothers out front.
With what just happened, hope fucking blooms in my chest again. I know it is not solved but fuck, it is a start.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Camo calls to me from his bike.
“Just had my woman’s mouth on mine.” I wink at him.
The guys cheer and whistle, making me grin wider.
Fuck yeah.
We ride out, hitting the highway to Boston.
Tonight we hunt for a pixie, one with white hair and purple eyes.
We have intel that she works in an art gallery, where they make art out of recycled stuff. Fucking pixies love tinkering with broken things.
It does not take us long to get to Boston and find the gallery.
It is in an artsy part of the city.
We park our bikes, and a group of women walk past us, all checking us out. I wink at the redhead, making her giggle.
“Every fucking time, brother. We can’t take you anywhere.” Halen chuckles, stepping onto the sidewalk, eye-fucking them as they walk by.
“What can I say, the women love me, but they do nothing for me, man. My dick only wants my girl.”
We walk down the street toward the gallery, all three of us scanning the area looking for potential dangers. With the supernaturals and humans coexisting, threat levels can be hit ormiss. It depends on whether something criminal happens and they use it for a political reasons and set off society.
Walking past a store with lingerie on display in the window, I spot a set of red lace panties and bra with garter straps. Now, that would look fucking hot on my girl as I smear my blood into her skin, while she takes my cock.
Reaching down, I adjust my dick, just as two women walk toward us. They both drop their gazes to my crotch, then lick their lips, looking back up at me. I smirk as we pass, and one reaches for my wrist.
“We are going to the club one block over. Come with us.”
“Not interested. Got a woman at home.” I shake off her touch before catching up with my brothers.
“Glad you made the right choice,” Camo comments.
I punch him in the shoulder, making him laugh.
“Delaney is the only one for me, man.”
“Good. Just do not hurt her anymore.” I nod to my VP.
We have to find this pixie. Get what we need and head back to the club. I do not want to be away from Delaney for too long. The thought of being away from her puts me on edge, especially since we have not found the last Fury.
My priority is getting this done fast so I can get back to my woman and finally do what I should have done, to make us both be at peace and happy.
“People really pay for this shit?” Camo comments, making me laugh.
“Yeah, brother.” I slap him on the shoulder.
“Back in 1943, I knew of a man who paid many thousands for a corset a whore wore while fucking him.” I laugh.
“He did not.” I nod.
“He did. Then in 1961, a mayor of the state I was currently living paid half a million dollars for a painting he believed wassome guy who was evil and knew dark magic. Messed up if you ask me.”
