“Just wanted to tell you there were no more problems last night. The guys are already downstairs working, but me and Fist just got here since you said we could sleep in.”
“Yeah, right.” I look over Ace’s shoulder and see Sammie’s tank top draped over the back of the couch.
“You sure you’re feeling all right?” Ace narrows his eyes. “You don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine.” I turn toward the door, hoping he gets the hint.
“Remember that time back in the day when we took those four chicks to that shitty motel in Margate, and you popped all that Ecstasy? Found you the next morning sprawled out on the bed with both of them taking turns sucking your dick.” Ace laughs at the memory. “Anyway, that’s what you look like right now.”
“Just need some sleep.” I have Ace halfway to the door when he puts on the brakes and plucks Sammie’s tank top off the back of the couch.
He hits me with a shit-eating grin. “You got some hot tail in your bed, huh?” He shakes his head. “What did you do, call one of those cunts from the Royal Flush? Shit, I hear they makehouse calls.” He spins around and heads toward the bedroom. “Who is it, Crystal or Ginger? Or maybe both. Shit, let me say hello.”
I grab his biceps and yank him around. “It’s not them. Now get the hell outta here.”
“Geez, calm the fuck down.” He shakes me off, then curls his lip. “And take a fuckin’ shower; you smell like pussy.”
I yank the tank top out of his grip. “Yeah, yeah, just get gone.”
I slam and lock the door behind him. Not that it’ll do much good since I forgot to get the key from him. I push off the door and head to the bedroom with one thing on my mind. Slipping back under the sheets so Sammie can ride my cock. Only, when I enter the bedroom, she’s out of bed and half-dressed.
“I was all prepared to hide in the closet.” She waggles her eyebrows, and Ace’s intrusion pisses me off more.
“Not necessary.”
“Really? ‘Cause I got the impression you did not want him to find me here.” She motions to her tank top I’m still fisting, and I hand it to her.
“Maybe, but?—"
“I get it. The old ‘don’t shit where you eat.’ Believe me, I understand. The last thing I want is all your guys looking at me knowing what we did.”
I rear back, definitely not liking the sound of those words. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what you were saying, or not saying to Ace. You didn’t want him to know either.”
She wriggles into her top, and for the first time, the sight of her tits doesn’t make me hard.
“For way different reasons.”
“Either way. What happened last night was nice, and if it happens again, fine, if it doesn’t, no big deal, but we don’t need everybody knowing about it.”
Deuce slams his fists on his hips. “What we did last night wasnice?”
“You didn’t think it was nice?”
“I thought it was way the fuck better than nice.”
“Okay, yeah, but the fact remains, we don’t need everyone knowing about it, right?”
“Yeah.” I’m agreeing with her, but something seems off. Way off.
“So, what are you arguing about then?”
Good question, ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ know. Calling the sheet-gripping, hotter-than-hell sex we hadnice? Then basically saying she didn’t care if we did it again. Fuck, since I woke up, all I can think about is getting her under me again.
“Nothing.”
“Great. I’m going back to my room to get cleaned up, and I’ll see you downstairs.” She heads for the bedroom door, stops and turns to me. “I don’t want to miss the guy delivering the garbage disposal.”
