Maybe bury my cock in his ass and leave it there for a few hours. My dick took a serious interest in this line of thinking. But none of that shit was gonna happen until we found this asshole.
“You found his address, right?” I murmured to Dallas. We’d decided going to his place might be too risky, too much of a chance he had cameras and other shit, but I was ready to try it. Anger sizzled through me as we watched King lean closer to the old man. “He forgot why we’re here.”
“He’s fishing for info,” Dallas muttered softly in my direction. He was covering King’s ass, but what good would it do me to say that?
I rolled my eyes. “How about I go and see what I can see while he goes fishing?”
Will scowled at me, but Dallas only shrugged. I passed Dallas my truck keys, and he stuffed his hand in King’s jeans pocket.
“Hellooo, Sweetness. A little to the left.” King grinned at him until Dallas handed me the bike key. He sat up ramrod straight. “What’s going on?”
“PD needs to run an errand. But we can stay.” Dallas knocked his elbow against King’s side. “You know. That errand we talked about earlier.”
“I’ll come along,” Will said, moving to get up from his stool.
“Your ribs hurt. You’ve been touching them. I—Do you mind if I go by myself?” I tried my best to look pathetic so he wouldn’t start a fight.
Will’s bottom lip stuck out and slayed me. All those filthy thoughts from earlier paraded through my brain, but that was why I wanted to go do this in the first place.
“What if I say I do mind?” he asked.
“Then, you come along.” I shrugged.
He relaxed back onto his stool. “King would be outnumbered if I left.”
Grinning, I glanced around. The cops had mostly gone back to minding their business, probably because one of their own had been so happy to see King and welcome him in. I pressed a quick kiss to Will’s lips, and they were a soft trap that teased me into lingering. “Meet you at the clubhouse in an hour.”
He nodded but watched me as I walked toward the door. I knew because I kept glancing back.
“Hey,” King called as I had a hand on the door. “Not a single scratch on that bike.”
I raised my hand in acknowledgement as I pushed outside into the cool night air. The stars overhead were bright without a cloud blocking a single one. The weather on the lake turned on a dime, and I was glad it had cleared up. Once I was on King’s baby with her rumbling between my thighs, I checked the address again. Dallas had sent it to our group chat.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t far from King’s cozy place along the lake. I tucked my phone away and eased the bike out of the parking lot, then onto the street. The night wind perked me up and cleared my head some. I would need to hide the bike and walk in, so I rode past the small lakeside house, a white cottage, sucking in a breath when I spotted five motorcycles out front. I definitely wouldn’t be knocking on the door.
No one seemed to be home two houses down, so I parked the bike and walked back. I snapped pics of the bikes and license plates and sent them to Dallas.
Viper
Thumbs-up.
The idiot actually wrote thumbs-up. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He had to know how to text. He had a weird sense of humor.
Frowning, I noticed shiny flakes glinting on the ground around the bikes. The light over the garage made me nervous, but I manned up and walked over, keeping an ear out for trouble. Red, blue, and gold metallic chunks sparkled like confetti on the cement driveway. For half a second, I was convinced that it was the leftovers from a celebration. I bent and picked a piece up.
“What the hell?” I tilted my head. It wasn’t that foil stuff or paper that came in those poppers for New Year’s. The shiny material resembled paint chips. I rubbed a chunk between my fingers and it flaked apart.
Yeah, paint all right.
If Will were here, he might even know what kind.
“What the double fuck?” I bit my bottom lip, then groaned when I noticed a few pieces of paint hanging on the bikes here and there. I snapped photos of the bikes and the paint on the ground, sent them to Dallas, and then stuffed a few chunks into my pocket.
Viper
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PD
