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“Listen, darlin', I really should—”
“Stay as long as you like. The room’s paid up until eleven.” She appears from the bathroom fully dressed and sits her ass on the edge of the bed to pull on her boots.
“I was gonna—”
“I don't want to make this awkward, but I’m not really a breakfast, exchange numbers kinda girl.” She winks at me and slaps my thigh.
I’m speechless, mother fuckin’ speechless. I’m the one who walks out, I’m the one who leaves. This is her room for fuck’s sake.
“Thanks for last night.” She smiles, grabbing her leather jacket and throwing a bag over her shoulder. She doesn’t even take the time to turn around to say goodbye, just walks out the door and closes it behind her.
I don't know how long I stare at the cheap red door, wondering what the hell just happened. But my phone ringing shakes me out of the memories of last night, how her hot little body rode mine, pouring vodka down my throat as she fucked me hard and fast for a second time around.
“Ya speak to Jukes?” My brother, Screwy’s voice grumbles at me down the phone. He doesn’t speak to anyone other than me, and even then he never has a lot to say.
I look down at my chest, impressed with the angry red claw marks she’s left me with.
“Yeah, it’s sorted,” I assure him, but get no response, just a long silence.
“You alright?” Screwy asks, sounding suspicious. Usually where he lacks in conversation, I more than make-up for. It's always been that way, me speaking up for the both of us.
“No, Screw, I ain’t. I think I’ve just been fucked and chucked.”
The low raspy chuckle I get from the other end of the line is such a rare sound; that I throw my head back and roar along with it.
PRESENT DAY
It’s been two weeks since my encounter in the motel, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got it figured out why I can’t get that woman out of my head.
I never got to fuck her.
She fucked me. It was intense, it was fiery, and the fact I never got to nail the bitch down to the mattress and unleash holy hell on her body is why I’m so frustrated.
“You listening, Squeal?” Jessie stares across the table at me, knocking me out of another vision of her bouncing that fine ass up and down on my cock.
“Yeah, I was listening,” I answer back defensively, rolling a toothpick between my teeth and trying not to imagine how good my palm print would have looked on that soft skin.
“So what’s the big news?” Troj asks sarcastically. We all know there’s only one thing he wants to hear, and that’s that we’ve found Hawker. Judging by the look on Prez’s face, I’d stab a guess at that not being the reason why we’ve been called here.
“Roswell called earlier, he’s being sent a new deputy.” He puts us out of our misery and heads around the table. We all knew this was coming. Deputy Dan Foster was a friend of the club’s before he got taken out by Hawker. Manitou Springs has gone long enough without a replacement, it was only a matter of time.
“He’s asking us to try and keep our noses clean while he sees him through the introductory period. He needs a little time to see where he stands and if he’s pliable.”
“And if he ain’t?” Nyx cracks his knuckles.
“Then he won’t be the first deputy to be shown the highway outta town.” Prez reminds us of the deputy who came before Danny. Kelcher was too much of a do-gooder; he didn’t last a month.
“Things are quiet for a change, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem,” Jess adds. He’s right, since Cooper and Alteo’s crew got taken care of, things have been pretty dead around here. The truce we have going with the Bastards seems to be working for both our clubs. It’s giving us a chance to focus on other priorities, like finding Hawker for Troj and tracking down Chop for Skid.
We’re also keeping our eyes out for anything linked to the Agency, problems like that don’t just disappear, and Storm could sure as fuck do with some closure on his sister's situation.
“Any intel on Hawker?” Troj asks the same question he does every time we get called in. Not that I can blame him after what that fucker did to his wife.
“Maddy’s working on it, I promise.” Jessie raises a sad smile across the table to his best friend.
“Speaking of Maddy…” Jessie looks up at me as if he’s just remembered something. Reaching into his cut, he takes out a USB and tosses it across the table at me.
“There’s some CCTV footage on there. Proof your man got what he paid for.”
