“Yeah.You’re right.I need to grab some bottles first.”She went back to the shelf she’d been having problems with and looked over her shoulder.“Would you mind getting me a bottle of vodka up there?”
“Sure.No problem.”He reached it easily and handed it to her.He waited for her to grab a bottle of tequila and a bottle of Johnny Walker.
She stopped at the door, a pink flush on her cheeks.“Can you get the door?”
He reached around her, unlocked the door, and pulled it open, coming face to face with Big Dick.“Is there a problem?”the man growled around his cigar.His eyes took in Sadie’s appearance at a glance.There was no way he wouldn’t know they’d been doing something in his stockroom.His eyes dropped to Jed’s hard cock and smirked, clearly seeing he did not get the happy ending he might have been looking for.
“No.No problem.Jed helped me pull a bottle down that was out of reach.”Sadie’s cheeks flushed a darker pink.
Big Dick arched a brow at Jed.
“No problem here.”
“Good.”
Jed nudged Sadie forward and pulled the door closed behind him, leaving Big Dick standing in the hall watching them.He followed her back to the bar and resumed his seat next to Lenny, who raised a brow in question.Sadie’s flushed state hadn’t escaped his watchful eye either.He grinned at the old man and took his beer back, tipping it back and draining it.He waved his empty at Tony and settled in for a torturous evening of watching Sadie and imagining all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.
He talked with Lenny about different things until it was time for the other man to head out, leaving him to spend the remainder of his evening people watching and listening to the band.He found it entertaining that every time Sadie’s eyes connected with him, her cheeks would flush and she’d give him a sexy lift of her lips.It made the rest of the night go by a lot faster.
Closing time came with the band announcing their last song.Thank God.He’d been checking his phone, and the snow they’d been calling for was going to be moving in faster than they thought.He wanted to make sure Sadie made it back to her apartment before it hit.
It took another thirty minutes after the crowd was locked out before she finally got to leave.He walked her to her car and followed her to the driver’s side.She clicked her remote to start the car.It was starting to snow, and it was colder than hell out there.The temperature dropped since he went inside.He kissed her again, pulling her as close as her coat and his cut would allow.He pulled away and dropped his forehead to hers.“God, woman.Wanna fuck you so bad.”He growled in frustration.“It’s too damn cold to be necking out here like a couple of teenagers.”
“When you follow me home, come inside.Oliver’s gone for the night.”
“What?”He pulled back to see her face.
“Oliver isn’t there tonight.Come upstairs with me.”She nibbled her bottom lip nervously, like she was afraid he might turn her down.As if.
“Seriously?We’re gonna fuck?”He was so excited he felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Yes, but only if we leave now.I’m freezing, and the snow is starting to pick up.”She held her gloved hand out to catch the snowflakes.She closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sky, allowing the flakes to land on her cheeks.They melted immediately.
“Get in your car.I’ll follow you.”He gave her a quick kiss, then waited until she was inside before he jogged over to his truck and climbed in.
Finally.Fucking finally, he was going to fuck Sadie.
* * *
Tinker
Sitting in an old, beat-up truck he borrowed from his buddy Lyle, he waited in the dark recesses of a long forgotten road roughly a quarter of a mile down from the clubhouse.It was so overgrown with vegetation, he had almost missed it himself.It was the perfect spot to lie in wait.
He’d been watching Jed for the last several days and noticed that he was leaving every night, not returning until it was well after midnight, and Tinker wanted to know where he was going.He wanted to know why he would leave when there was free pussy right there.Was there a woman to use to turn the screws on Jed?He was determined to find a way to hurt the son of a bitch before he took his final vengeance.He was going to pay the bastard back, come hell or high water, for leaving him hanging.It was all his fault that Tinker went to prison.For the last ten years, he replayed that day over and over in his head, and nothing less than the other man’s death would do.
The heater made a high-pitched squealing noise before it rumbled to a stop.Piece of shit.He banged his fist on the dashboard to get it going again.Lyle warned him that the truck was prone to doing that if the vehicle sat still for too long.Tinker would have loved to have used his truck for this reconnaissance mission, but the guys from the club were already familiar with it.
He remembered the day he'd gone to Race to see if he had enough money in his account to purchase a vehicle.His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw how much money was in there.He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the club had been adding a cut of the money to his account each month for the last ten years.It still didn’t make up for him serving time.
He shoved his hands in his coat pockets, hoping to warm them up a little, and came in contact with several pills.They were what was known as EZ Lay on the streets.The first time he'd heard about the drug, he'd been hanging around Lyle’s place.According to his friend, the drug was said to make the user hornier than fuck and to give them the most explosively satisfying orgasm of their life.
Tinker found out firsthand that the rumors were true.He and Lyle had both taken the drug after he slipped one to his old lady.Once the drug kicked in, his old lady couldn't get enough of them.There was no way he wouldn’t make his money back after he started selling the pills.
A huge smile split his face when he thought about how Race’s head would explode if he ever discovered that he used a large amount of that money to buy his way into the EZ Lay drug trade in Redemption.While running every possible scenario through his head on how he could regain control of the club, he’d concluded that it didn’t matter how much shit he stirred, he would never reclaim it that way.No.What he planned on doing would work so much better.All he had to do was sit back and bide his time.
The flash of headlights coming his way drew his attention back to the road.He recognized the truck as Jed’s as he drove by.Perfect.He waited until the taillights were almost out of sight before he pulled out to follow.He had plenty of time to catch up before they reached the city limit sign.He kept a couple of car lengths between them, not that Jed would recognize the vehicle he was driving anyway.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”He watched Jed turn into the parking lot at Big Dick’s.He turned his borrowed truck into the lot, heading toward the opposite side.Tinker remembered this place and had been surprised it was still open when he followed Sadie here the other night.Back in the day, before he was sent away, he liked hanging out here with the brothers.It was hard to believe that everyone he knew from before had either left the club when Race took over or was dead.He shook his head in disbelief.Man, did they like to raise some hell way back then.Fuck, he missed the old days, and he missed his old club.
