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We hop onto the bikes and head out. The weather is much different than last night when we’d arrived here under the cover of darkness and clouds. The sun shines brightly, and it’s hot as Hades out here.
We veer off not too far from the clubhouse as I head to my place to shower and change. It’s not long before I pull up to the nondescript red brick industrial-style building with twelve paned windows and fire escapes on the backside, some sporting balconies.
After locking my bike up in the rear lot, I forgo entering through the storefront and taking the clanky elevator and security measures in favor of the rear metal stairs. I take them two at a time until I reach the fourth floor. Keying in the code on my security pad to enter my loft, an involuntary sigh of relief escapes me when I inhale the familiar scent of my place.
The scent of gun oil, Devil’s Fruit Cake, the Sinner’s weed, and fresh soil assaults my nostrils. Within seconds the tapping of nails on an oak floor, accompanied by a “woof,” alerts me to the presence of Zeus, my two-year-old, fifty-five-pound, American Pit Bull Terrier.
I kneel and grab him close, scratching and rubbing him as he playfully and excitedly licks me.
“Okay, okay...sorry about that. Shouldn’t have left you home all night alone. You behaved?” I ask, walking to the kitchen area of my loft apartment.
I see that he still has water in his water bowl and a little food remaining in his food bowl.
“I’ve gotta get you—” A knock at the front door, followed by its opening, interrupts my apologies to Zeus.
I look up to see Rebecca, my neighbor, the only person with a key to my apartment other than my brothers on the council.
“Becca.”
“Glad to see you made it home,” she says, walking sexily to where I stand in the kitchen.
She’s wearing a yellow flowing blouse with butterfly sleeves and cutoff denim shorts. Long, tanned legs go on forever, and when she flops down onto a beanbag chair across from me, I can see her ass cheeks peering from underneath her shorts.
“Yeah, had an emergency last night.”
“Figured as much when I didn’t see your bike here. Came over and checked on Zeus for ya,” she says, biting her glossy pink bottom lip.
“Preciate it,” I say, grabbing a beer and popping the top. I take a long swallow before setting it on the counter.
“There are ways you can show that,” she says, getting up and walking to me.
“Becca, I’m tired. It’s been a long night, and I need a shower and—”
“This,” she says, looping an arm around my neck as she grabs my hand and presses it between her thighs. “No panties. Just like you like,” she purrs, slipping my finger through the opening of her shorts.
She’s wet and slippery. Her eyes close, and she moans as she presses her lips to mine. My dick jerks to attention in my pants, and I wish it was dead for once.
“Come on, Becca,” I say, freeing my hand and tugging her arm from around my neck. “Told ya, I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep fucking around.”
“Hamilton’s not in town,” she says of her boyfriend of two years.
We started fucking around for a couple of months, and the third month into me fucking her, he returned home. I’d known she was seeing someone because of a background check I did on her before she moved in, but I didn’t realize it was serious.
Apparently, he’d been on some backpacking trip through Europe. The poor schmuck’s a computer geek and a fucking moron who has the misfortune of loving a cunt like Rebecca, who he believes hung the moon and stars.
He’s a good guy, even if he is a bit gullible. He wouldn’t believe she was fucking around on him if he walked in and found me balls deep inside of her pussy.
After meeting him and seeing how he was mooning over her, I stopped fucking with her, but that hasn’t stopped her from trying to get laid. There’s no difference between her pussy or the Angels at the clubhouse, cept they’re a helluva lot less trouble.
They owe no man any explanations, and they’re free to drop and suck or bend and fuck whenever I need ‘em to. Much less hassle.
“Sorry for you, but I’ve got a ton of shit on my plate. I need a quick shower.”
“It won’t take long.”
“I’ll pass, Becca,” I say, pushing past her as I grab a toy bone from the counter and toss it to Zeus. “Again, thanks for taking care of Zeus. Gotta shower,” I say, heading toward the bathroom.
My loft is a twenty-two-square-foot, art-style space with thirty feet of windows facing the east and fifty feet of windows on the south side. A skylight above provides plenty of natural light in my space for the dozens of plants I have.
