My thoughts shifted and swayed, between fucking her on a pile of money, and itching to call her.
My eyes closed and I exhaled much harder than I intended.
Fuck.
I never got her number.
“We boring you, handsome?” Slutty Benji, demanded.
My right eye snapped open and the left caught in a stiff squint.
He hissed and nodded, “Yeah, I guess we are, you need some ice.”
“Fuck that.” Mark sniffed, waving at Benji’s seat. “Sit down. Let me go over shit.”
He glared at me while the room grew quiet again.
“Floor’s yours, prez,” Montana quietly urged.
Mark glared at him, before sniffing again, “Right. As you all know we couldn’t take the entire load this morning.” I felt his hard glare on me but didn’t look up. “So, we’re going back up tomorrow, as long as Romeo can fit us into his agenda?”
Jesus, fuck.
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“Good. Good. See you then.” He looked at me as the table began to stir and stand, “Your babysitters can drive you home in the Tahoe. It’s yours for the duration of the trip. So is the rental bill, since it must be extended. You can pay those back, before you start earning again.” He pointed at the money on the table.
Everyone started leaving in a hurry, while my gaze lingered on the pile, a sick knot forming in my stomach.
“I don’t even know how much money that is,” I quietly protested the debt.
I made enough money to show off a little hauling the club's weed and business around, but that…
“It’s sixty grand. The Tahoe is another three, if you have it back by noon tomorrow.” He winked, hooked an arm around Benji and started toward the bar.
“Your face,” Oak teased, his eyes glistening with barely restrained amusement.
I glared at him.
It was definitely not the time to be fucking with me. I’d had about all the ball busting I was gonna put up with for one day. He was barely even patched in.
Well, he was unpatched.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
I snorted and shook my head.
“What the hell were you staring off like that for, anyhow?” Oak continued, that easy laughter of his finally erupting.
I stopped in the doorway, looked back at him and recalled what his brother had said about him being in love with Crystal since he was a little boy.
Even though that little voice said abort mission, there was something about her that made me half fucking feral. That white-hot streak of triumph and my territorial nature burned a little too brightly, and I lost control of my own tongue.
“I was remembering what it was like staring at Crystal Nance’s pouty lips while they tasted my name. I unraveled your pretty, pink dream at the seams, Oak.” I smiled, “She about broke my dick in half with that little snapper of hers. I had to pretzel her up like you would not believe, but I think I finally taught her to take it all.”
Fuck, yeah, I did.
Everything in my face hurt, but I smiled, before doubling down on my claim when his expression fell, “I’m gonna fucking marry that girl, just you watch and see.”
