“Did Harley mention that he’s got your motorbike in for repairs? Apparently they acquired a lot of parts the other night,” Glory said with a cute little smirk.
“Yeah, not that any of those fuckers had a ride that sweet, but yeah, they took all their rides, and any supplies they could pack into the vans. Apparently the Bennetts know a guy who likes melting guns down and making knives with them, so I think we know where those went too.”
My phone buzzed again, and I glanced down at it.
Harley: Your ride’s coming along, but I need to close up early to go deal with Stag. Fucker got arrested.
What the hell? “Stag got arrested apparently. Wonder what the hell he’s up to.”
“Knowing him, he was being inappropriate with a woman. That man has problems.”
Me: Arrested? What the hell for?
I set the phone down, and sipped my tea, giving in and snagging a biscuit to dunk after all.
“I don’t think he’s a bad person, I just think he’s lonely, and I can relate to that.”
“Loneliness isn’t an excuse for predatory behaviour, Henley. Maybe this’ll knock some sense into him.”
Harley: Stalking, if you can believe that. Actually, I can. Stupid bastard. I’ll check in later.
Holy shit. “Stalking. He stalked someone? What the fuck.”
Glory shrugged a shoulder. “Colour me so not surprised.”
It took another twodays for me to be mobile, even with twinges of pain in my back where the stab-wound was healing, and various aches and pains. The patch party would take place tomorrow, and I couldn’t fucking wait, and since we couldn’t really do it at the partially built clubhouse, Grimm was hosting us at his club, and delaying opening time for an hour for us. It was pretty fucking decent of him, but obviously he knew we’d stick around and party anyway.
“Glory?” I had no idea where she was, but I figured I’d check the usual suspects first. The man cave, or panic room, as she called it, nope. The garage, and her new favourite place to sit and work, nope. Same with the kitchen, living room, and even my office. That just left upstairs.
We’d been sleeping downstairs in the man cave, because it was starting to help with the nightmares, but I made my way upstairs to see if she was tidying or something. It so wasn’t her job, but she was stubborn that way.
“Glory?”
“In here.”
My room? I shrugged and headed for my bedroom, our room, really, and there she was.
She was on the bed, and she was naked. Completely fuckingnaked.
“Sweetheart?” Was that enough to have my cock on alert? Damn right.
She smiled, sliding her fingers over her pert breasts, and down her stomach.
“You need something?”
She sucked her bottom lip and nodded.
“You gonna tell me what that is?”
She slid her fingers down to that sweet spot between her legs, teasing both of us by not going there, just hinting around it.
“You can’t guess?”
“Glory, if you’re horny, I have the perfect remedy for that.”
She rolled on her side, propping her head up on her elbow.
“Yes… you really do. Are you going to make me beg for it?”
