“Is he home for good?”
I nodded. “Yeah. His mom’s doing really well, and he’s got people looking out for her, so he doubts he’ll need to rush back anytime soon.”
“That’s really good.”
“Yeah.”
“Why do you seem so blue?”
“I don’t know. I just missed him, I think. I wanted to spend two days in bed, just us, but now I have to share him and I’m feeling a little grumpy about it.”
Raquel smiled. “I get it, babe. This life certainly isn’t for everyone.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
“It’s too bad you wore jeans,” she murmured.
“Why?”
“Because anytime I want something of an immediate nature, I throw on a skirt, sans panties and tell Ori. Works every time.”
I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Razzle!” Orion called from the fray.
“Talk soon,” Raquel said, and walked away.
After three attempts to push through the crowd and get my man’s attention, I decided a different approach was needed. Taking Raquel’s words to heart, I stomped upstairs and into my room, hoping to god I’d left a skirt here somewhere.
I found a denim miniskirt in the back of the closet, yanking it from the hanger and stripping off my jeans. After donning the skirt, I grabbed a pair of flipflops and headed back downstairs.
Aero was still surrounded by bikers, but this time, I shoved my way through them, using my elbow when needed. Aero was lifting a shot glass of tequila to his lips when he caught sight of me and smiled, taking the drink, then holding his hand out to me. “Where ya been?”
“Trying to get your attention,” I complained.
“Did you change?”
“Yep.”
“You look cute.”
“Thanks.”
“You looked cute before as well.”
“Yeah, but this is a little more... accessible.”
He drew his eyebrows together.
I stood on my tiptoes, sliding my hand to the nape of his neck, and guiding his ear down to my lips. “I’m not wearing panties.”
He hissed and I smiled slightly, knowing I’d hit my mark exactly. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
“Gonna talk to Letti real quick,” he bellowed to no one in particular, then guided me into the bunkroom and locked the door. “You need something, Letti?”
“Absolutely,” I said, sliding the skirt up my hips, then bending over one of the bottom bunks. I kicked off my flipflops, gripped the railing, and spread my legs, smiling at him over my shoulder. “You gonna take care of me?”
“Jesus, fuck,” he hissed as he undid his belt, then his jeans, shoving them down his thighs. His cock sprang free and he gave my bottom a smack before pressing the tip to my entrance. “You like playin’ games, Letti?”
