There was no way I’d fit inside her.
I frowned, my movements slowing.
Maybe she’d adjust to me though. Women could do that shit, right? They spat out babies and shit so surely she’d adjust to my size.
Ann-Marie grunted something and I opened my eyes and looked down at her, realizing that I’d stopped moving completely. I gave my head a little shake and got back on with it, wondering what it would feel like to be inside of Nancy’s tight body.
Couldn’t help myself from wondering if she’d ever even been with a real man or not. That high school shit didn’t count since those little pissants were just boys.
If she was gay, I doubted it though.
I scowled and started to move faster, imagining what she’d look like under those tight clothes of hers, what kind of underwear she wore, and goddamn it I couldn’t stop thinking about her and that other woman, both of them working me as I lay back. Nancy’s mouth wrapped around my cock as the other one rode my face, my hands squeezing her nipple until she was grunting in pleasure.
I came suddenly, almost losing my balance with the force of it, and like a fucking trooper Ann-Marie swallowed it all down. I let go of her head and I eased my dick out of her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she was still trying to swallow down my come.
“Damn, baby,” she said, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Where were you?”
She lay back on the bed and grabbed my pack of Camels off the nightstand, lighting one and blowing out a mouthful of smoke. Her body was beautiful: curves in all the right places, tits bigger than even I could handle, and an ass as tight as they come no matter how many times I filled it.
Yet I felt nothing when I looked down at her that day. Nothing at all. My thought were still on Nancy and what she would feel like wrapped around my cock.
God fucking damn it.
I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on, pushing my now limp cock inside and sitting down on the bed next to Ann-Marie to pull on my socks and boots. She scooted up next to me, her arms wrapping around my middle, clinging to my muscles. I looked down at her and she smiled, practically purring as she pulled the cigarette from her lips and blew out some smoke.
“You okay today? You don’t seem yourself, Sketch.”
I shrugged and took the cigarette from her, taking a long drag on it and blowing it out. “Yeah, just shit on my mind.” I reached over and grabbed a handful of her sweet ass and squeezed it. “Keep that free for me later,” I said, slapping it and letting go.
She laughed as I stood up, cigarette in my mouth as I slid on my cut and left the room, heading back into the clubhouse.
It was a little after six in the morning and we were heading out on the final run before we supposedly left town. I hadn’t told Crank that I wanted to stick around for a little longer yet, but I didn’t doubt that he’d be cool about it. He was pretty easy about everything these days. Didn’t have the jitters of a comedown or hangovers to keep him in check to worry about. The man had been clean for a long-ass time thanks to all the shit with Hope.
He didn’t talk about her anymore, but I knew she still played on his mind, and I knew he still blamed himself for her death. I’d tried over the years to convince that it hadn’t been his fault, that her taking her own life like that had just been shit luck for him. She’d had a lot on her mind, a lot of drama building up in her life that had led her to that point. The stuff with Maria and him had just been the final straw for her.
But if it wouldn’t have been that it would have been something or someone else.
He didn’t agree though.
Blamed himself for not having a clear head that night. For not seeing shit how it was. For not seeing Maria for the viper that she was. But mostly for not staying with Hope and letting her know that he felt something for her. Something he couldn’t explain—or so he said.
I’d never really got it until meeting Nancy.
Not that I was looking for an old lady or anything. Never wanted to be tied down and had no intention of ever being. But she’d gotten me interested enough to want to keep her, at least until I’d fucked her out of my system. The fact that she preferred pussy to cock only made me want her more.
She was a challenge.
A feisty little blond challenge that I wasn’t going to give up on because of a simple thing like I had a dick.
Some of the old ladies—Lex and Sara—had already gotten breakfast fixed up and on the table for us, and I sat myself down next to Semi, slapping his back as Sydney poured me a fresh glass of ice tea.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I said, giving her a smile.
I looked over to find Crank staring at me, and I gave him the middle finger and laughed. Fucker had wound me up over Nancy the night before; a little taste of his own medicine wouldn’t go a miss.
“You ready for this?” Semi asked, his mouth full of bacon and pancakes.
“Baby, chew, swallow, speak,” Sara called from across the table.
