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“Yeah, I saw Mustang park it in the lot to be picked up this morning.”
“Perfect. I’ll be by this afternoon to grab it.”
“Sounds good. See ya.”
I hang up my office phone and pick up the new cell I had my assistant purchase for me yesterday. There was no way I was going to show my face at the shop to pick up my old one after what happened at my apartment. Pulling up my best friend Chase’s contact, I shoot him a text asking if he has time to take me to pick up my truck. I’m not sure how true it is that no ride shares will go past the highway, but I don’t want to take any chances. Chase replies, telling me he can run me out there during his lunch.
I have plenty of employees I could task with picking it up, but part of me wants to see if Mike has come to any conclusions about how he made it into the academy. I have my own theories—like his mom sleeping with the headmaster or blowing someone on the board. I saw her a few times at conferences, and judging by her cheap heels, loudly painted face, and tacky hairstyle, I wouldn’t put it past her.
If I’m being honest with myself, that’s not the only reason I want to see him. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours replaying that blow job, and each time I do, I end up jacking off to the memory. My damn dick has a friction burn from the times I’ve had to relieve the tension.
He has the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. His size and girth are not extreme, just enough that I’d see stars if I ever had the chance to take him. He keeps things neat and trimmed, something I wasn’t expecting from a man who doesn’t bother styling his hair. And the way it felt to be on my knees for him, his hands in my hair, and my mouth wrapped around his perfection?
Shit. I’m hard again.
I debate slipping inside my private bathroom and taking care of things, but I’m not lying when I say I’m a bit raw. So instead, I adjust myself and get back to work. I have an hour and a half to get through my list of unanswered emails before Chase stops by.
Surprisingly, I’ve just caught up on emails when there’s a knock on my door. Chase doesn’t bother waiting for an answer before he strolls in. As always, he’s dressed to impress in a designer suit, with his signature red silk pocket square bringing color to an otherwise standard suit.
I met Chase in college and brought him into the company when we graduated. He’s next in line for the CFO position, and since the current one is two years from retirement, it won’t be long before he’s promoted. We dreamed about running this company together, and soon, it’ll be a reality.
“How did your brand-new truck end up in the shop?” he asks, grinning.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I close my laptop and stand. “Thanks for driving me.”
“No problem.”
We take the elevator to the parking garage and climb inside his black Mercedes AMG.
“I don’t understand why you bought a truck in the first place. Especially now that you’re the CEO,” he says, backing up. “Plug the location into the GPS.”
“You know I like to hike. Your car wouldn’t make it to any of the trails I like,” I say as I enter The Garage’s address.
“You don’t need to drive an hour to work out.”
“It’s not just a workout. It’s getting outside, breathing fresh air. You should try it.”
“No, thanks. I doubt there’s any eye candy on the trails like at my gym. There’s this trainer named Landon who has glutes you could bounce a quarter off of.”
“What does Casey think about that?”
“She’s right next to me, drooling over Landon’s ass too.”
I laugh. Their relationship is more open and honest than any other I’ve seen. Chase has never hidden his bisexuality from Casey, and she’s never been insecure about it.
Chase makes the turn off the highway and looks around. “You took your truck to The Garage? The Sons of Erebus own that place.”
“I didn’t have much choice.”
“I don’t know, man. I’ve heard some fucked up shit about these guys.” He takes the road toward the club’s property.
“How would you hear anything about a biker gang?” Chase and I have all the same friends, and none of them would come near this end of town.
“You know Emmett?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, he likes to hire dates sometimes, and one of the girls he hooked up with got wasted and started talking. She hangs around the clubhouse and hears things.” He slaps my arm. “Like the VP, Rigger, killed his own dad and is hooking up with his step-sister,” he says in a scandalized tone. “That’s some crazy shit.”
