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“I'm going to deliver these arrangements and then start moving. I have my phone, so call me if you need anything,” I say, heading to the driver’s side of the truck.
“I will be fine. I just want you moved in there, so go get started,” he assures with a lace of seriousness to his tone.
“Yes, sir.” I give him a two-finger salute getting into the driver's seat.
I hurry through my three deliveries and then head to the storage unit all my stuff is stored in. Loading up as many boxes as I can, I head to the condo.
Pulling into the parking lot of my new place, I notice the motorcycle is not here. Hmmm, hot biker guy is probably at work, that means I can just back right up to the door, saving me some walking distance. Putting the truck in reverse, I rev up the engine, jump the small curb, and back up over the sidewalk, parking the truck up to the door. Hooking my iPod up to the car stereo, I scroll down my play list landing on “BANG BANG” by Jessie J, Ariana Grande, and Nicki Minaj. “Ahhhh perfect.” I program it to repeat. The song begins blaring through the speakers loud enough to hear a block away. I walk around to the back of the truck and squeeze between it and the building to unlock the main door. Shit, I need something to hold this door open. Looking around I see a big rock lying in the grass by the sidewalk. I squeeze back out around the truck and grab the rock. Returning with it, I wedge it against the open door. Dropping the tailgate of the truck down, I realize there is no way for me to get back out when it's down unless I get on the ground and crawl under it. “Hmmm, well, I shouldn't need to go back out until I am done anyway.” I shrug. Crawling up into the bed of the truck, I start stacking the boxes from the bed of the truck on top of the tailgate, making it easier for me to reach them from the ground. With all the boxes stacked, I crawl back down, grabbing one and heading upstairs, singing and dancing to the music blaring from the truck’s speakers.
6
LINCOLN
Something wet and warm on my dick wakes me in my bed at the clubhouse. Lifting my head, I see a mess of blond hair bobbing up and down at my crotch. Ah, yes, I spent the night here last night with Brandy. She has been flirting with me for the past two months and last night I was here drinking in the bar with Flynn when she came over and crawled in my lap, grinding herself against my cock. Then she took off her top and shoved her big tits in my mouth. So, I picked her fucking ass up and brought her back here and showed her what it's like to get fucked hard all night. Why the fuck is she giving me head, is this supposed to be an apology for making me stop last night? Bitch was crying she couldn't take any more, said her pussy was chafing from me riding her so long, and she wouldn't even let me take her in the ass so I could finish. Reaching down, I grab her hair and hold her head so she can’t move. Thrusting my hips up and down I start fucking her mouth hard, shoving my dick in so far I can feel the back of her throat. She starts to gag and spit is running out of her mouth down onto my balls. Releasing her hair, she lifts her head, my cock sliding out of her mouth as she coughs and chokes. She looks up at me, her eyes watering, as she wipes the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand. I shake my head in disgust and reach over, grabbing a condom off the side table. “Put it on,” I say, throwing it at her. She grabs it with shaking fingers and rips the foil pack open with her teeth. She expertly slides it over my dick like she has done it a million times before. “Now turn around and get on all fours,” I order her. She complies and I get up, kneeling behind her. I grab my hard cock and run the head of it up and down the crack of her ass. She tenses, scared I'm gonna take her there. “Why the fuck are you still here? Why in the fuck did you wake me up sucking my dick?” I ask, still running my dick up and down her crack.
“I just want you to like me. I want to make you happy,” she answers.
“Well, let’s see if we can make your dream come true then,” I reply dryly as I grab her long hair in my hand and shove my cock in her pussy with one hard thrust. She screams out from the pain. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl, tugging on her hair hard. She goes quiet and I pull my cock out of her then slam it back in. I do this over and over as she stifles her screams. Letting go of her hair, I reach under her and grab her big fake tits in my hands. I squeeze them so hard while I plunge in and out of her, I think I’ll pop the damn silicone balloons. After fifteen minutes I finally feel my balls clench, my dick grows even harder, and my legs stiffen. I come hot and hard, falling on top of her, crushing her flat to the mattress. After catching my breath, I roll off her onto my back.
“I didn't come,” she complains.
“That's not my problem,” I laugh. “Besides, you still haven't told me the truth about why you’re still here and why you were sucking my dick ’cause, sweetheart we both know it didn't have anything to do with my happiness.”
“I was afraid you would tell Flynn about last night...you know, how I didn't please you and he would make me leave,” she admits.
“Sweetheart, my room is like Vegas, what happens here stays here,” I inform, rolling over to my side, looking at her.
“That's a laugh, Cindy tells everyone what you two do in here,” she snorts.
“Does she now?” I quirk my eyebrow up.
“Yep, said you two are together now...says you made her your sweetie.” “So what? You came in here to fuck me.... to what...prove her wrong?” I ask, chuckling.
She shrugs and then says, “Yep, I hate that bitch.”
Getting off the bed, I look down at her and say, “Well, sweetheart, I ain't getting involved in your stupid girl fight but I will tell you this. Not Cindy, you, or any of those bitches out there will ever be my sweetie.”
“So, you want a civilian girlfriend?” she asks curious.
“Fuck no! I don't want any girlfriend, sweetie, ol’ lady, or whatever the fuck you guys call yourselves. I like to fuck, that's it.” Slapping her on the ass I continue, “Now get your shit and get out...and, Brandy... seriously find something better to do with your time than fighting with Cindy over who I am with, ’cause I could give two shits about any of you.”
After showering I head into the clubhouse to say hello to Flynn, who I find at a table in the bar drinking a cup of coffee. He’s older than me by a few years and the wrinkles around his eyes show it. His dark short hair is slicked back, his black shirt’s tight around his shoulders, and his blue jeans look new. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything but a shirt and jeans.
“Hey, Linc,” he grumbles as he glances over to see Brandy, who is heading into the kitchen. “Assume you had a nice evening?” He smiles, taking a sip from his cup.
“Yep, but it was a better morning,” I reply back, winking.
“So, you coming to the party tonight?” he asks, his eyebrow quirked up.
“Yeah, I'll be here around seven.”
“Good. So, what's new with you?” he questions, making light conversation too early in the fucking morning.
“Having some problems with that unit at my building I been trying to get my hands on.” Frustration is thick in my voice.
“Why do you want it anyway?”
“Because once I have it, I'll own the whole building. I plan on gutting the whole thing and remodeling it,” I explain.
