“Hell no. She was a little too young for me.” I slid into the driver’s seat and started the truck.
“When the hell has that stopped you before?”
“Not into robbing the cradle, brother.” The cashier had to barely be eighteen, and while she wasn’t hard to look at, she wasn’t my type. My type had been in bed with me this morning.
“Guess that brings us back to my question I asked before and you decided to ignore it.” Quinn tucked the receipt into the visor of the truck. “What the hell is going on with you and Fancy?”
“We’re having a good time.” I drove through the parking lot toward the gate that led to the lumber yard. “Nothing more to tell.”
All week, I had woken up with Fancy plastered against my body after fucking each other into exhaustion. We may not know a ton about each other, but we definitely knew each other’s bodies well.
“You know she’s not like the chicks you’ve been with in the past, right?”
I pulled up to the gate and waited for the guy in the little office to come over to the truck. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“She’s not looking for just now. She’s looking for fucking forever. I can’t tell you how many times she’s told Kimber that she wishes she had what Kimber does with me.” Quinn rolled down his window and nodded to the guy walking over to us. “If you’re just looking for right now, you might want to rethink what you’re doing.”
I wasn’t looking for anything. But that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t be down with forever if it came around. For thirty-four years, I had lived life with taking whatever came my way. If Fancy was looking for forever, I wasn’t going to run from that. “I’m down with whatever, brother. You know how I roll.”
Starting a new life in Marion was what I was doing, and if that meant having Fancy next to me while I did it, then I would be down with it.
Quinn grabbed the receipt and handed it to the guy at the gate. “We’re going to have two or three trips to get everything home,” Quinn explained. “We are only going to be able to fit the ladders the first trip and then come back for the scaffolding.”
“You’re gonna hit bay three for the ladders and scaffolding and then everything else will be bay eight. Keep the receipt and I’ll double check everything after you load up,” the guy said without even looking up from the receipt. He handed it back to Quinn and walked to the little shack he was manning.
I pulled through the gate and headed toward bay three.
“I don’t know if I would tell Fancy just that. Sounds like you’re just going to settle for whatever chick that wants with you.”
That was hardly fucking true. “How about it’s still too fucking early to say forever with Fancy, but you and I talking about it don’t make me want to run for the hills.” There had been many women in the past who had wanted more than a night or two with me and that didn’t fucking happen. I pulled through bay three and parked the truck to the side. “I’ve known Fancy two weeks. She punched me in the face the first day we met, and for a good bit of that two weeks, she hated me.”
“Very true,” Quinn chuckled. “I say you try calling her sugar tits again and see what her reaction is. That will give you a good indication of where she thinks you two are headed.”
I grabbed the receipt from him and hopped out of the truck. “Great advice,” I laughed.
“Hey, it’s not a bad idea.”
Quinn and I found the ladders, loaded them in the truck, and headed back toward the gate. “We’re gonna have to get a trailer,” Quinn pointed out.
I nodded and handed the receipt to the guy at the gate. “That is definitely something we are going to need.” Making multiple trips to get all of our equipment to and from jobs was not going to be very efficient
“So you’ll just be adding that to the huge ass number, right?”
“Yep.” I took the receipt back from the guy. “We’ll be back later today,” I informed him.
“Later today?” Quinn asked. “I figured we would just drop this shit at the clubhouse and then come back right away.”
I pulled through the gate and back into the parking lot. “We need a trailer. No reason why we can’t go do it now. Once we get in the swing of things with jobs, we’re really not going to have much time on our hands.”
“You really do just go with the flow, don’t you?”
I shrugged. I didn’t see the point in stressing out over things that were going to happen anyway. My phone dinged, and I pulled it out to see Fancy had messaged me. I pulled into a parking spot and opened the message.
What are you up to?
It seemed like an innocent enough message, but it could also be a loaded question. Fancy had totally dropped the bitch act with me, but I also didn’t really know her enough to know if there was something more behind that question.
Grabbing some stuff from the lumber yard. Buying a trailer.
Not even ten seconds later, she replied. Too busy to come have lunch?
Rock hard meatloaf and slimy gravy?
Quinn’s phone dinged as soon as I hit send. “We’re gonna have to swing by the hospital around lunch time,” he mumbled.
“Kimber hit you up for lunch?”
Quinn chuckled. “Sure did. She didn’t take lunch today and says she’s starving.”
We could do that, or you could maybe bring something? She added a cheesy smiling emoji to the end of her message.
“What are we thinking of bringing the girl’s to eat?” I asked Quinn.
“We can grab the daily special from the diner. They always have good food.”
I’ll bring lunch. See you around noon.
Thanks Patty.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and pulled out of the parking lot.
She was going to pay for that one.
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Fancy
“Just put your legs around me and hold the fuck on,” Dyno growled in my ear.
His hands grabbed my ass and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and draped my arms around his neck. His pants were down around his ankles, and mine were in a ball on the floor.
“Quick, Dyno,” I whispered.
Twenty minutes ago, Dyno had brought me lunch, and somehow, over the course of eating, my hand landed on his thigh and crept up ‘til I found his semi-hard dick. He had growled at me to be careful where I put my hand or I might be asking for more than I knew.
He had been right, but I was more than happy to take whatever he wanted to give me.
Right now, he was giving it to me in an old janitors’ closet on the fourth floor that didn’t get used anymore.
His dick slipped inside me, and his lips went to my ear. “This is for calling me Patty before.”
I giggled and leaned into him. “I thought this was because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.”
“That too,” he grunted. He pressed me against the wall and bit my ear lobe. “You get it hard and fast instead of letting me take my time to fuck you properly.”
Dyno had been fucking me properly for the whole week. I was not wanting for anything except for just more of him all the time.
“Then start fucking me,” I gasped.
“You’re such a needy bitch,” he growled.
His lips captured mine, and I melted into his touch. I should have been offended he had called me a bitch, but instead, it turned me on. Any words that Dyno used when he was fucking me turned me on. Hello, Dyno turned me on, period.
He thrusted deep, his grunts melding with my moans and soft sighs.
“Keep moaning like that and everyone is going to know I’m fucking you in this closet.”
I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Kimber, Quinn, and Point of course knew what Dyno and I were doing when we only ate half of our food and snuck out of the cafeteria. I didn’t need the whole hospital to know, though.
“Then fuck me so good that I can’t even breath.”
Dyno put a hand on my jaw and pressed his thumb into my mo
uth. “Challenge fucking accepted,” he growled.
I bit down on his thumb and gasped as he pounded into me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered harshly.
I clenched my muscles down there, and he moaned low.
“Now who’s the one making all of the noise?’ I gasped.
Dyno thrust hard and silenced any other teasing that was on the tip of my tongue. My orgasm started to build, and I bit down hard on Dyno’s thumb. I whimpered with each thrust and closed my eyes when I reached the peak and fell over the edge of my desire.
He hammered into me, grunted my name, and then emptied his load inside me. He pressed his face into my neck and panted heavily. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Fuck me?” I giggled.
“Come inside you.”
Oh, that. We had been careful and used a condom each time we had sex, but today had been so spur of the moment that neither of us had a condom, and in the end, it didn’t matter.
“I liked it,” I whispered without even thinking. Knowing there was absolutely nothing between Dyno and me had sent a thrill through me and made me want him even more.
He cupped my chin in his hand and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I did too, baby.”
“And I’m on the pill, so we’re all good.” I didn't want him to think I was trying to trap him or anything.
“And I’m clean.”
My eyes connected with his. “So maybe we don’t need condoms after all?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I mean, if we’re only having sex with each other and we knew we’re both clean and I’m on the pill, then…” I trailed off and smiled.
“Then as soon as you get home tonight, I’m fucking you until my come is dripping down your legs and you can’t walk.”
I trembled at his words. “Maybe I could leave work now and we could do that all afternoon.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips and dropped my legs to the ground. I stood shakily, and he grabbed my pants off of the floor. “As much as I would love to do that, I do have some stuff I need to get done this afternoon while you’re working.”
I huffed and grabbed my pants from him. “Oh, fine.”
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close. “I will come pick you up on the bike when your shift is over, though.”
I guess that was somewhat of a compromise. “Maybe we can take the long way back to the clubhouse?” I did want to spend all night in bed with Dyno, but spending sometime on the back of his bike sounded good to me too.
“You get a ride on the bike and then you can ride me all night. How does that sound?” he whispered against my lips.
“Sounds like I wish it was time to clock out.” I pressed another kiss to his lips and pushed away from him. “Now stop touching me. You’re the one who is making me go back to work so I can’t be late.”
I glanced at my watch and saw I had five minutes to get dressed and back to the ER.
He pulled his pants on and motioned between the two of us. “This was all your fault, woman. You were the one who couldn’t keep their hands off of me.”
I hiked my pants on over my ass and shoved my feet into my shoes. “Well, don’t show up to my work looking all sexy and I would be able to keep my hands to myself.”
He shook his head and pulled his shirt over his head. “You’re gonna get it once I get you home.”
“Promises, promises,” I tsked.
He gently grabbed me around the neck and pulled me in for one last kiss. “Get back to work before I change my mind and keep you locked in this closet all day.”
I hesitated for a second, thinking that sounded like a damn good idea, but he pushed me toward the door with a chuckle.
“You’re bad for me, Fancy.”
I opened the closet door and glanced over my shoulder at him. “If I’m bad for you, Patty, then why does it feel so good when I’m with you?”
“I don’t know, sugar tits, but I’m damn glad I found you.”
My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t believe he had called me sugar tits. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
He winked with a smirk on his lips. “I sure hope so.”
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Chapter Twenty-One
Lean into it…
Dyno
“Get there,” I grunted.
“I’m trying,” she gasped. “I’ve already come three times, Patty.”
I pressed her against the wall and pounded even harder into her. The water from the shower cascaded over my back and slickened her body. “Lean into it, baby.”
“What the hell does that mean?” she whined.
“It means just give into it and let it happen. Take it.”
“I’ve leaned into it three times, Dyno.”
I snaked a hand down between our bodies and found her clit. “Give it to me,” I demanded. I stroked her clit, and her head snapped back.
“Oh shit,” she shouted. “Dyno!”
I hammered into her, her tight pussy milking every last drop of cum from my dick. Her body went limp, and she collapsed into me. I brushed her hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “You okay?”
She barely nodded and tapped my shoulder. “Yup, but that was me tapping out for the night. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to walk for at least forty-eight hours.”
“Doctor’s orders?” I chuckled.
“Yup. Let’s rinse off and fall into bed.” Fancy’s legs unwrapped from my body, and she stood up shakily. “And when I say that, I mean scoot me under the water and lather me up.”
I grabbed a washcloth and squirted some of her fruity smelling soap into it. “Sounds like a plan, baby.”
Five minutes later, Fancy and I were toweled off and headed back to our bedroom.
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “You think you can use those magical hands of yours and add a bathroom to our room?”
“That’s in the plans eventually. For right now, the two bathrooms are going to have to do.”
I opened the door to our room, and Fancy snuck by me.
“Dyno! Are you kidnapping my friend again?” Kimber barreled down the hallway toward me with Quinn hot on her heels.
“I’m sorry, brother,” he muttered. “She started drinking while she was cooking dinner and then she and Petra were talking and somehow things turned to you and Fancy.” He motioned from Kimber to me. “And now we are here.”
“Kimber?” Fancy called. “What the hell are you doing?” Fancy poked her head out of the doorway with her towel clenched to her chest.
“I’m drunk,” Kimber stated. “And I can’t see you.”
Fancy waved her hand. “I’m right here.”
Kimber rolled her eyes. “I mean in the biblical sense.”
Quinn choked, and my jaw dropped.
“Babe,” Quinn muttered. “That word doesn’t mean what you think it does.”
“Did you just profess your love for Fancy?” I asked. I was getting more confused by the second.
“Yes,” Kimber replied.
“No!” Fancy shouted at the same time.
Quinn stepped in front of Kimber. “I think I should be the translator in all of this.” He cleared his throat and glanced back at Kimber. “Keep quiet for a minute, woman.”
Kimber motioned to zip her lips shut.
Quinn turned back to Fancy and me. “Kimber feels that she saw you more when you both weren’t living in the clubhouse. Now that you guys are under the same roof, she only sees you when you’re working.”
Fancy busted out laughing. “Oh, my God, Kimber. You’re such a goofball.”
“I can’t help it. I’m drunk,” Kimber muttered.
“Tomorrow night, we can have a girls’ night,” Fancy suggested.
“Petra too?” Kimber asked.
“I’m totally in even if Fancy says no,” Petra hollered down the hallway.
Quinn ran his fingers through his hair. “Swear to God,
I did not sign up for this shit when I started this club,” he muttered under his breath. “I’d much rather be blowing shit up than dealing with whatever the hell that was.”
He wandered back down the hallway with Kimber trailing behind him.
Fancy pulled me into the bedroom in a fit of laughter. “Kimber is completely in the bag,” she wheezed. She dropped her towel to the floor and rummaged through her bag of clothes.
“Maybe you could put your clothes in the closet or dresser?” I suggested.
Fancy glanced over her shoulder at me. “That seems kind of permanent. I figured I would be out of here soon and back in my apartment.”
She grabbed a pair of panties and shimmied them up her legs.
The thought of Fancy leaving made me queasy and bile raise in my throat. She had only been here for a week, but it felt right. It felt like she had always been here. “Psycho serial killer is still out there, and we aren’t any closer to figuring out who could be after Kimber and Petra.”
Sledge was still working on his connections in California, and right now, that was the best lead we had as far as who was coming after us.
“So, I’m staying here until all of that gets cleared up?” Fancy dropped a shirt over her head and turned around to face me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” All thoughts of Fancy picking up and moving back home fled when I read her shirt.
Thou shalt not try me.
Mood 24/7
She looked down at her chest. “Kimber got it for me. We were on a road trip last year and she saw it at a truck stop. Something how the shirt spoke to her that it belonged to me.”
I shook my head and smirked. “She was not wrong.”
Fancy smothered a yawn with the back of her hand and fell into bed. “Hit the lights, dinosaur, and get your butt into bed with me.”
I dropped the towel from around my waist and turned off the lights. “You do know it’s only like eight, right?” I chuckled.
“Put a movie on, but you can bet your ass that I will be knocked the hell out in ten minutes.”
I grabbed the remote and laid next to Fancy. She snuggled up next to me and sighed deeply. “Sure you don’t want to go one more round?” I joked.
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