“I’m deciding how much I wanna tell you,” he snorted, taking another pull of beer.
“Is it a shovel and a deep grave situation? I’ll have to tell Nina we’re gonna be late getting home.”
That’s what Tomb was about.
No questions asked, he’d have Splice’s back if he’d killed someone. He’d be there digging a grave with him. And because Tomb told his old lady everything – the good, the bad, and the worst, Nina would probably rip them both a new asshole afterward, but she’d be at their place waiting for them, maybe with some steaks grilling. She was good people, too. Splice’s found family.
“It’s a woman.”
“Fuck. Worse than a shovel, then.” Grinned Tomb. “Let me open a fresh beer.” He did that. “Spill it. You’re ending your sex drought?”
“I haven’t had sex in fifteen months.” He admitted.
“How in the great fuck are you even still walking straight?” Exclaimed Tomb. “Is your dick having... problems? There ain’t nothing to be ashamed of, brother. There are pills and stuff for that. Doctors can get it going again.”
Because Tomb looked deadly serious, Splice chuckled and knocked his beer bottle against Tomb’s. “Thanks for the pep talk, but my dick works just fine.”
Ever since seeing Lisa, his dick had been the organ leading the charge of his body. That greedy bastard wanted Lisa in the worst way.
“I wondered why you weren’t looking like a man who was bed-hopping anymore.”
“I told you I wasn’t interested in that anymore; no one believed I wasn’t fucking a woman every night.” Then Splice added, “because of the carefree way I’ve always behaved.”
“Splice, fuck what we all say in jest to you, your sex life is your biz, you get me?”
Splice grunted a response.
For a guy who’d had more than his fair share of sex, becoming celibate hadn’t even bothered him. It wasn’t something he even thought about, even when women continued to throw themselves at him.
That’s how he knew he’d made the right decision fifteen months ago when he put himself on a restricted diet of no pussy, because now his body was ready to join that race again.
All because of Lisa and her seductive eyes and sweet-as-sin voice. And everything else in between. He liked everything about her, and getting to know this new, older version of Lisa wasn’t even about his getting laid.
Getting hard talking to her, seeing her, was just a biological reaction to a woman he’d been crazy wild over in his younger days. He’d like to think he’d grown a little wiser in the last ten years, too, and wasn’t letting his raging body influence his actions.
He enjoyed being around her. That was the truth.
When Splice didn’t add to the conversation, Tomb asked, “So, there’s a woman you’re into? Is it one of the sweet bottoms? Any of the regular women would throw their panties with joy if you looked their way,” his buddy joked.
“Nah, it isn’t anyone from the club.” That made Splice think, and he opened his phone’s contacts. There were loads of women’s numbers in there he’d hooked up with; it took him minutes to delete each of those contacts.
Once done, he said, “I’m gonna ask you not to say anything to Nina yet. I know that isn’t your usual way, so if you can’t...”
“You got it,” Tomb instantly said, and Splice appreciated that shit.
“It’s only until she tells Nina about our connection.”
“Wait... who? She knows my Nina?”
“Lisa.”
It took a few seconds for the gears to turn in Tomb’s skull, but then he barked a deep, rumbly laugh and slapped Splice on his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re in trouble if you’re messing with Nina’s friend. My old lady is gonna break all your bones to dust, Splice. You know she’s possessive.”
“Hey! I knew Lisa first. Nina can’t be possessive over her.”
Seeing Tomb’s confused eyebrows, Splice explained how and when he knew Lisa, even before he’d joined the Diablos.
Tomb blew out a whistle and kicked back in the chair. A smirk on his bearded mouth.
