“Someday,” he agreed, and then he rolled them, Silly finding herself the bottom layer in a Jock/Silly sandwich.
“Jock, is that a weasel in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?”
He responded by grazing his lips along her jaw and nibbling down the column of her throat.She shivered.He shifted to arch against her core, then off to the side, lying next to her with a whispered “I’m always glad to see you.”
The intimacy lingered, a promise of more nights behind closed doors, building their world one resilient step at a time.
***
Jock
“Brother,” he said, standing as he answered the phone.He’d been sitting too long.“Gonna hear some questionable noises for a minute.Be obliged if you’d ignore them.”In the bathroom, he unfastened the buttons of his fly and pulled his cock out quickly.“Oh, man.”The stream hit the porcelain loudly.
“You’re pissing?”Twisted sounded taken aback.
“Yeah, brother.I’ve been slamming coffee all day and just got up from the couch.Of course I’m pissing.”He finished as he spoke, giving his dick two shakes before tucking it back in his pants.“I’m done now, if it bothered you so much, Prez.”He turned on the water after he flushed the toilet, rinsing his hands, phone propped on one shoulder.“And now I’m all clean again.We’re out of the unspeakable room too.Speak, my friend.”
“I’m still just in awe that Saint Jock pisses.That’s new information.Give me a minute to absorb it.”Twisted laughed, then sighed.“So I’ve got something to share.But this is not me telling you to do a damn thing.Me and your brothers will have it handled.I just didn’t want you to hear about it after the fact, you know?”
“No, I don’t know—you haven’t told me yet.Is it something to do with Calder?”
“On the nose.He’s been dancing around our territory since I cut him back as a prospect to Common Enemy.He hates IMC.Hatesus.Would do anything to harm the club.The last bullshit he pulled was before you came down to play in my swamp.”The longer he talked, the more angry Twisted sounded.
“Okay, but he’s in jail.Unless he’s been bailed out?”
“No, judge ruled against bail on the idea Calder would be a flight risk, which I think was an astute read of the situation.We’ve just found a couple more hoses of information about his movements in the past few months.”Noise filtered through the phone, and Twisted said, “Yes, I’m telling him right now.Now get the fuck out of my office, Wild.Worry about your own self.”
“Did you just quote a meme at him?”Jock laughed.
“It’s a viral video, not a meme.Not the point.Point is, Calder’s been helping a club make inroads in our territory.I’ve been distracted and wasn’t paying attention in the right places.But that ends tonight.I’ve got men pulled from Baton Rouge to help us deal.But I do not need your ass in the column.Do you understand me?I want you where you are, with your pretty little Silly and your needy dogs.You get me?”
Jock tried to unclench his jaw, teeth grinding noisily as he did.“You telling me you don’t need me, President?”
“Oh, fuck you and your feelings.Hell yes, I need you, but I do not want you on this run.Listen to what I’m not saying.”
Jock closed his eyes, listening to Silly talking lowly to the dogs, happiness in every word.He turned to look at her and found her bright eyes fixed on him.She gave him a slow smile that he’d kill to keep.“I hear you, brother.”
“Fucking finally.Now go back to your old lady.Don’t forget to grab her vest.Miss Danielle reminded me this morning.”
“Oh, shit, yeah.We’ll pick that up tomorrow.Thanks.”
“Finally he says the word.You’re welcome, Jock.”
The call disconnected, and Jock locked the screen before putting it in his pocket.
“Everything okay?”
Jock picked up his head and stared back at Silly.“Yeah, just Twisted telling me he wants me here tonight.Something with Calder’s contacts, but I’m under orders.”He grinned.“Don’t tell him it’s no hardship, yeah?”
“That’ll be our little secret.”She held out her arms.“Better get really close so I can be sure you’re still here.”
He went eagerly.
***
With Silly home, thehouse was warm with her presence.She was still giddy from the show, talking in exclamation points as she remembered another topic.Right now, her tattoo gear was spread across the kitchen table like a welcome ritual.
Tank was sprawled in one corner, Maynard tucked against him, both dogs watching with lazy eyes as Silly prepped her machine.
