“’Bout time,” I said with a rumble of satisfaction. “’Bout motherfuckin’ time.”
~ 15 ~
Nancy held on tightly to me as we took a sharp corner. I could feel her tits pressed into my back and her crotch pressed against me, and it took all my self-control not to pull over and bend her over my bike again. Not gonna lie: if it wasn’t for the text from Vin, I probably would have.
Skate had been found. That was the good news.
The bad news was that he was hurt.
I pulled up outside Nancy’s mom’s trailer. It was a piece of shit metal can that didn’t look like it had had anything done to it since the day it was dropped in that spot. I wanted her out of it as soon as possible.
Nancy climbed off the bike and I shoved a hand in her hair and dragged her mouth to mine, kissing her until I had to stop before my dick exploded out of my jeans.
A light was on in the trailer and she looked nervously toward it. “This isn’t going to be easy.”
I stared at her, not really giving a shit. She was mine and I wanted Tammy out of the trailer that night. It wasn’t debatable. I saw the curtains twitch and Nancy looked back toward me and let out a shaky breath.
“Nothin’ worth doing ever is.”
She gave me a sad smile.
“You good with this?” I asked. “I can tell her to fuck off for you if you want.”
“God, no!” she laughed, “You’re such an asshole! I’ll sort it out. Just go,” she laughed again.
“I’ll be back in the morning,” I said with a smirk. “Have your bags packed or I’ll pack em’ for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not moving in with you, Sketch. We barely know each other.”
I reached around and grabbed her ass. “I want this every mornin’ when I wake up, and every night before I go to sleep, maybe even once or twice in the middle of the night. If your mom doesn’t mind you screamin’ out my name, then I’m cool with you staying here. Other than that, you’re coming home with me.”
She handed me my helmet. “Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“All caveman! ‘Me man, you woman,’ and then you drag me back to your cave. I want to take this slowly.” She bit her bottom lip, looking beautiful and vulnerable. “I’m my own woman Sketch and I don’t want a man, or woman, laying down rules for me. I decide what’s right for me.”
“I don’t do slow, babe. I do fast and hard, and I do it how I see it. And the way I see it, you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”
She bit down on her lower lip, fire and fury in her eyes.
“And you keep bitin’ your lip like that and I’m going to give Tammy and your mom a show right here right now that they won’t forget too easily,” I said, squeezing her ass and making her snort out a laugh.
“I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said, taking a step back from me.
“You do that,” I said with a smirk. “I’ll be out here waiting for my mornin’ fuck. Tell your mom I like coffee and pancakes after I cum.” I winked and shoved on my helmet, loving the way she threw her head back and laughed.
I pulled away, noting the trailer door opening and Tammy standing there with her arms folded over her chest. Couldn’t help the smile from creeping up my face as she watched me leave. Yeah, fuck you, Tammy. Ain’t got no magical pussy after all.
I drove straight to the clubhouse, pulling into my spot and hanging my helmet quickly. I strode across the parking lot and pushed inside, saying hi to Mason and Semi as they sat at the bar. Semi stood up and walked toward me. We shook hands and he shook his head.
“It’s not good. Brother’s hurt real bad. Won’t tell us what happened though.” He scratched at his chin and then shoved his hands in his pockets.
I scowled. “He hidin’ something?”
“No doubt. And I don’t think it’s fucking candy, brother.”
“Shit.”
