“I told you dinner would be ready at five thirty, not six.”
“Your bitch has got that crazy spark in her eye again, Rider,” Gauge warned.
“Baby,” Rider pleaded, his arms out.
“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” she snapped.
Gauge snickered and grabbed two beers from the cooler by the sun loungers. I looked around for Penny, but didn’t see her right away.
“Come on, baby, don’t be like that. Shit’s going down at the club. Hardy’s looking for blood. Brother’s fucking hungover to shit and moody motherfuckers are everywhere. I just want to come home to my woman and my kid, eat my food, and drink a beer. Maybe even have my-fine ass woman riding my face later.”
Charlie stalked toward Rider, crazy flashing in her eyes like a warning sign. She was wearing a skimpy bathing suit that showed off her fine-as-fuck figure, her hair in a bun on top of her head and a full face of makeup on. Her lips pulled up in a smile as she got closer to Rider, and both Gauge and I stepped away from him.
Charlie was a fucking great old lady, but she was also crazy as fuck.
“You’re tired, darlin’?” she cooed, coming closer to him.
“I am,” he grunted, looking uncomfortable.
“Hungry?” she pressed, her arms wrapping around him. She nestled into his neck and he groaned.
I lifted an eyebrow at Gauge and he raised his drink and smirked.
“Fuckin’ starved,” Rider grunted as Charlie reached down and cupped his cock.
“Your dinner’s in the dog, asshole!” she yelled, squeezing his cock suddenly before shoving him backwards and storming into the house.
“Fucccccking crazy bitch!” he called after her as he bent over to catch his breath. “Cuuunt!” he groaned before storming inside to find her.
Gauge laughed loudly and we both headed to the barbeque to see if there was any food at all left.
“I didn’t know Rider had a dog,” I said.
The sound of things breaking inside the house had Gauge chuckling. “He doesn’t.” He laughed again, drinking another mouthful of beer. His gaze slipped over my shoulder to the pool. “Fuck me.”
“What?” I scowled.
“I get it.”
“Get what?”
“I get why you didn’t kill her,” he said dragging a hand down his beard, his eyes still focused on something other than the beer in his hand.
I turned to see what he was looking at, watching as Penny swam to the other side of the pool and climbed out, water droplets splashing around her as she squeezed the water out of her long hair. She was wearing a little black string bikini that was more underwear than bathing suit. It dipped down her back almost to her ass, cut high up the thighs, and dangerously low down the front so that her breasts were practically spilling out of it. Water trailed down her pale skin, a light scattering of bruises still visible on her otherwise flawless skin—bruises that I’d put on the top of her thighs, and arms, scratches from the cuffs I’d made her wear even though I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. And I had no doubt that there would be the faint outline of my handprint on her ass when she turned around. She was a beautiful sight.
“You had that fine piece of ass tied up all that time and didn’t tap it?” Gauge grunted. “I would have fucked it every which way. Still might.”
She walked toward us, her hair loose around her shoulders and reminding me of when we’d showered together and I’d had her long, wet hair tight in my fist as she’d knelt down and taken me to the back of her throat. My cock stirred at the memory, eager for a repeat performance.
The song on the stereo changed to some heavy metal shit that pounded out of the top of the speakers Rider had had fitted outside.
“Hey,” she said, bending down for a towel from the lounger and wiping off her arms as Gauge cleared his throat.
“Hey,” I grunted, swallowing my beer and avoiding her gaze.
She looked offended, hurt by me ignoring her. But I didn’t care. She didn’t know how much I wanted to drag her inside right then and fuck her with my mouth. I’d have her screaming my name before the end of the song.
“You settled in okay, babe?” Gauge asked, stepping forward.
