But her pussy. Jesus, it felt like home.
Dragging my helmet on, I headed back to the cabin. With the weather getting cooler, riding was gonna be limited soon, so I took the long way back to my club.
Walking into the building, I made my way to Rocky’s office and leaned in. My VP was staring at his computer screen, a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside him, and a glass of scotch in his hand. “Any updates?”
He glanced up and shook his head. “The bitch is behavin’ herself for the moment.”
I settled myself against the doorframe. “Don’t like that, Rock.”
“You and me both, brother.”
“Who’s on her?”
“Snowcone.”
I sighed. “She knows him.”
“The problem is, she knows all of us, so we’re limited.”
I nodded. Fuckin’ Sonja. I needed to stop that cunt and stop her soon.
“Put Aero on her for the rest of the week. He’s better at subterfuge.”
“Okay.”
I walked up to my room and pulled out my phone, texting Wyatt to let her know I was back safe. She responded immediately with the pointy finger emoji next to an okay sign emoji. My dick took notice. Jesus, she was as insatiable as I was.
I texted a promise for more kink soon, then headed for the shower.
I opted for a cold one.
* * *
Wyatt
Two weeks later, I headed home from work, excited for a proper date with Sundance. Don’t get me wrong, we were getting to know each other. We’d talk multiple times a day, and often late into the night, but we’d only seen each other three times, which usually involved copious amounts of sex.
And I loved sex. At least, with him. But I also felt like we were in a love bubble and I wanted to see how we’d work in the real world.
“Babe, we’re good,” he’d argued, as we lay naked in each other’s arms in my bed three nights ago.
“Yes, we are,” I said. “But we haven’t left the privacy of my home. Don’t you think we should see how we fit on the outside?”
“You need hearts and flowers, Dimples?”
“Kinda.” I sighed. “I feel like all of this is on hyperdrive and we’re doing everything backwards?”
“How so?”
“I’ve just always felt that dating should come before sex. I’ve jumped into bed with you without really knowing anything about you.”
“Baby, you know me.”
“I do, you’re right, but I know what you’ve told me. Outside of the art show for your friend, which didn’t end well, we haven’t really done anything that’s taken us outside of the safety of the bubble. Maybe that doesn’t make sense.” I sighed again. “Sorry, I’m not being clear.”
“You’re being clear,” he said. “We’ll go out. Friday night.”
“Yeah?”
