Before I respond, Meek cuts in. “There is only a seventy-mile difference between the two.”
I nod. “Personally, I like the idea of going north and through Sioux City and over to Minneapolis, but that’s mainly because I fucking hate riding in Iowa.”
“The wind,” two of the guys say in unison.
Riding in the Midwest is shitty at times because the weather can turn on a dime when you least expect it. In Iowa and Kansas, though, the wind will get you out of nowhere, and it’s a bitch on a bike.
“That’s my vote then,” Dove says.
“Everyone agree? Head up and hit the corner of Iowa instead of riding through the majority of the state?” Panther asks.
Everyone says, “Aye.”
“I’ll map out our daily stops and book the hotels. I’ll let you all know at the next meeting,” I tell them.
“Cool. Anything else?” Panther asks, rubbing his hands together.
Everyone shakes their head no.
“All right, let’s get out of here,” Panther says, standing.
When the door opens into the main room, we hear laughter. Female laughter.
“They sound like they are having a good time,” Panther muses.
When we walk out, though, we catch the tail end of Maggie saying she thinks Meek would make a good partner.
Meek, being the introvert he is, thanks her but kindly declines any idea of intimacy with another human being. I swear, sometimes I wonder if he is a robot.
As Panther gives his woman hell, I walk over to mine. I place my hands on her shoulders and start to knead them. She sighs as she sinks into my touch.
“You’re a little tight,” I say quietly.
“In more ways than one,” she teases.
My hands falter for a second, and when she tips her head back, she’s smiling. The fucking minx knows what she’s doing. For a brief second, I think about how her pussy would grip my cock, milking me for all I have.
We have fooled around plenty. I’ve had the pleasure of her mouth as she has enjoyed mine, but we haven’t gone there yet. We need to. I need to know what she feels like wrapped around me.
Without thinking about it, I lean down and murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “If you’re going to say things like that, we need to get out of here.”
“Soon.”
“Very soon,” I echo back to her.
I lean in closer and press my lips against hers. Instantly, she opens for me, taking the kiss from what was supposed to be sweet to something dirty in seconds, making my cock twitch.
A throat clears, pulling us apart.
“You know there is a bedroom down the hall if you need it,” Aspen teases.
When I pull back, her eyes are dazed with lust.
“Maybe we do,” she murmurs, not bothering to hide her desire.
“Hey, Panther, I have a favor,” Kim says, breaking the spell.
“What’s up?” he asks her.
