Page 66 of Reckless Vengeance

“You okay?” Hunter asked with a frown, making me realize I’d zoned out.

Hunter was one of the few people who knew about our relationship, so he was well aware of the carnage left behind from me walking away from Skeeter.

“I’m good. I might head home. See you tomorrow,” I said as I stood, and he stood too.

“C’mon, we’ll ride together. It’s getting late.”

“You can jerk off to that at home anyway,” I joked, grinning as he shoved me gently.

The air was chilly but thankfully there was no snow being reported. I’d ride in the snow if it was light, but some years the snow got too thick to bother.

I missed my truck, that thing got through almost anything, but it had so many problems and the car came up at the perfect time.

It had been a sad day when I’d traded it in.

We made sure everything was locked up and turned off in the warehouse before getting on our bikes, and I checked my phone once my helmet was on, pausing when I found a text from Skeeter. He must have sent it when I was driving to the warehouse.

Skeeter: Hey, thanks again. Found her.

Marco: No problem. Gotta keep a better eye on that one. You know I’m a sucker for the damaged ones with daddy issues.

He didn’t reply, not that I thought he’d stop fucking his girl to check his phone, so I put my phone on the stand and slid my gloves on, putting the kickstand up to start the bike.

Hunter motioned for me to lead, so I eased out of the yard and headed towards home.

I pushed the bike a little, the cold air soaking into my jacket the faster I went. Hunter kept pace, popping a wheelie alongside me and making me chuckle.

I could get my wheel up higher than him, but he still did okay.

Not wanting him to show me up, I popped my tire up too, both of us speeding along on our back tires for the straight stretch of road until we reached the corner, then we dropped back down and cruised the rest of the way to his house.

I didn’t stick around, parking my bike in his garage and taking my car home, looking forward to a hot shower and my bed.

Hunter would see on the tracker system that I made it home, so I made a quick sandwich and shoveled it down, stripping off on the way to the bathroom so I could shower.

The hot water always felt so good on my aching body, so I stood under the spray until it went cold, wishing for the millionth time that I had a bath. A good soak in that would have been better.

My phone buzzed and I glanced over at it, finding Skeeter had texted me again.

Skeeter: You’re the damaged one with daddy issues here.

I grinned, grabbing it to reply.

Marco: Oh, really? The only issue in my life is you. Does that make you my daddy?

Skeeter: I’m your nothing, asshole.

Marco: I don’t know, this is kind of feeling like foreplay. Didn’t her pussy do the job?

He stopped replying, so I put the phone down to finish getting dry, rubbing the towel over my hair as I walked naked to my bedroom with my phone in hand.

I contemplated texting Skeeter again to piss him off, but he suddenly replied.

Skeeter: You’d know if it was foreplay. I’d have cut you by now.

Marco: You should call me and keep talking like that. I need something to listen to while I get myself off.

Skeeter: Don’t text me again, asshole.