“Go, it could be Carter.” The disappointment in his eyes is clear. I just realized that bringing Carter up when we are in bed might be a problem.
Cursing left and right, Bruno peels himself from me and stands up, shuffles his hard rock boner to the side and straightens his shirt. It takes him a second to gather himself; then, he walks out of the room, steadily but angrily, slamming the door shut in a single flat swing.
I lie on the bed gasping for air.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The Grim Reaper.
Bruno
This better be fucking important.” I open the door, only to find Carter standing there as if waiting for something. He’s wearing a black trench coat with a hoodie that shrouds his face in shadows. If I didn’t know him at all, I could swear this is the Grim Reaper.
“Very fucking important,” he replies smiling. He looks at me from top to bottom and says, “Are you okay, cuz? You look… stiff.” He points out and chuckles. He notices that my dick is rock solid and he’s throwing jokes at my face. I pull my shirt down trying to hide it, but I just make it worse.
“Are you coming in or what?” He walks in and sits at the kitchen table. I grab two beers from the fridge, pop the caps off and bang them on the table. I sit down, he grabs one of the bottles and sips twice from it. I grab mine and then I see Sarah walking through the door. She’s blushing. Her hair looks messy.
Man, she’s beautiful as fuck.
There might not be anything to give her horniness away, but I’m pretty good at reading her eyes and she’s still feeling it.
I still can’t believe Carter cock-blocked me like that.
Carter notices I’m not fully looking at him and she’s behind him. He turns and says, “Hi there, Snow White. Were you asleep?” His mocking tone and the raised eyebrow were for Sarah, but the cheesy look was for me.
“Something like that,” she says while fixing her hair. Carter’s not a moron, he knows we were doing something, and he will yank my chain as much as he can.
“What do you have for me, Carter?” I try to mask the hate I feel right now, but I can’t, because Sarah sits down next to him, instead of me, and that makes me mad.
“Okay, get this…” He takes a couple of sips from his beer. “…Leon was spotted with the ‘Devil’s Head.’”
I’ve got you, son of a bitch.
“Devil’s Head? What’s that?”
“It’s a biker gang, or as they call themselves, a ‘Motorcycle Club,’” Carter points out while looking at her through the corner of his eye. “They run a public bar near Bancroft station.”
“He’s not stupid enough to show his face in a public bar.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I’m guessing that he’s a guest in the motel on top of that bar.”
“What do we do now?” Sarah says, but I can only hear her moans in my mind.
Fuck!
“We need to come up with a plan. We don’t have much time. If he’s really there, he won’t stay for long.” I can see Sarah’s reaction to this new information and I can guess what she’s going to say next.
“I vote we go there now. I’m bored as hell, cuz,” Carter says while stretching his arms over his head and slowly moving one behind Sarah’s back. He touches her back; she feels it and flinches.
I smile.
“Not a chance. The playfield just changed. We won’t make a move yet…”
“Bruno!” Sarah yells, making me snap out of my scheming process. “Why not? Let’s go right now. You’ve said it yourself— he won’t stay there for long. Let’s use this to our advantage!” I shake my head. It’s not easy, but we need to have a plan and a contingency in case something goes south. It’s that simple. I don’t want any casualties for lack of planning. “If you’re not coming, I’m taking off with Carter.” She stands up like an offended teen.
“I said no!” I hit the table with my fist like a hammer. “Now, sit down and let me think how to fucking pull this off. Otherwise, you won’t get your chance, honey.” The intensity in my eyes is exclusively directed at her. She looks back with a fierce expression.
Carter whistles. “Kids, kids. Come on…” He intercedes. “Don’t fight over this douchebag. Sit down, both of you. Pretty please? With sugar on top. Now, what did you mean with ‘chance,’ cuz?”
