couple sweet butts to keep me warm then sleepin’ for about twenty fuckin’ hours.”
I only wanted to sleep with one woman, and I wondered if she was even home. As busy as I’d been, Sarah had been even busier. She was gone as much as I was, helping out with club issues, and I missed her. We barely saw each other and I needed to spend some time just breathing her in. This past month had been hectic as shit and I knew it was stressing my girl out. I wasn’t so blind that I didn’t notice she’d been dropping some of the weight she’d put on during our time together, and even with her makeup on I could see the dark circles beneath her eyes.
While I knew havin’ her mom around stressed her out, so far Billie had been nothing but nice and helpful, and as far as I knew she’d stayed away from Sarah. The guys keepin’ an eye on Billie said she kept to herself, other than work. We’d set her up with a job at the pawnshop and Hustler said she was one of his best salespeople. I didn’t see her much, was too busy with other shit, but the few times we had interacted she’d been nothing but grateful. She’d asked about Sarah, but I wasn’t about to get in the middle of a mother/daughter fight.
No fuckin’ way.
“Right, I’m out. Tell Smoke to keep me updated.”
“He’s in Houston right now,” Vance said with a small frown.
“Again?”
“Yeah.”
Smoke’s growing obsession with Sarah’s twin sister, Swan, was beginning to worry me, but I had so many other things that needed my attention. “Tell him after this shift, I need him back in Austin.”
“Got it.”
It took me about an hour to get through the heavy traffic to my place up in the hills, but as I passed through the big iron gates and waved to the guards patrolling the grounds, a couple nomads I’d called in for extra protection, something inside of me settled. The big white, two-story 1980s home dominated the hilltop and had amazing views from all sides. I’d never really given a shit about architecture or any of that crap, but Sarah fucking loved it and I’d given her free rein on our house to make it our home, and she’d done an amazing job.
I drove right up to the front door, the big engine on my Harley loud in the early morning quiet, before turning my bike off and dismounting with a groan.
Damn, some days my body barely felt older than twenty, and others I felt more like I was quickly approaching eighty.
“Beach!”
Sarah bounded out the black steel front door, still in the pink cotton shorts and tank top she wore to bed. The sight of all her smooth, exposed skin had my dick twitching in interest before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. “I missed you. Is everything okay?”
I hugged her back before tugging her toward the house. “Not really. I’ll tell you inside. I’m fuckin’ beat.”
Once we were up in our bedroom, Sarah took my hand and pulled me towards the bathroom. “Come on, you need this.”
“Need what?”
My answer came at the sight of our huge tub filled with steaming, fragrant water. “Get naked, I’m going to wash you.”
“You gettin’ in the tub with me?”
“No.”
“That’s no fun.”
She laughed and helped me out of my clothes, her hands running over my body, tracing my tattoos as she sighed in appreciation. “You’re so pretty.”
Laughing, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her close, loving how she smiled up at me. “Pretty?”
“Absolutely. Any woman would want to hang life-size portraits of you on the wall to stare at while jilling off.”
“You’re a goof.”
“Yep, now get in the tub.”
“Sure you don’t want to join me?”
“I’ve got an appointment with a new gynecologist today for my yearly pap. I want to be all fresh and clean down there. Now get in the tub.”
I did as she told me, vaguely wondering what exactly a pap was. Our tub was big enough that I could stretch out all the way, and I did with a low groan, my head falling back
I only wanted to sleep with one woman, and I wondered if she was even home. As busy as I’d been, Sarah had been even busier. She was gone as much as I was, helping out with club issues, and I missed her. We barely saw each other and I needed to spend some time just breathing her in. This past month had been hectic as shit and I knew it was stressing my girl out. I wasn’t so blind that I didn’t notice she’d been dropping some of the weight she’d put on during our time together, and even with her makeup on I could see the dark circles beneath her eyes.
While I knew havin’ her mom around stressed her out, so far Billie had been nothing but nice and helpful, and as far as I knew she’d stayed away from Sarah. The guys keepin’ an eye on Billie said she kept to herself, other than work. We’d set her up with a job at the pawnshop and Hustler said she was one of his best salespeople. I didn’t see her much, was too busy with other shit, but the few times we had interacted she’d been nothing but grateful. She’d asked about Sarah, but I wasn’t about to get in the middle of a mother/daughter fight.
No fuckin’ way.
“Right, I’m out. Tell Smoke to keep me updated.”
“He’s in Houston right now,” Vance said with a small frown.
“Again?”
“Yeah.”
Smoke’s growing obsession with Sarah’s twin sister, Swan, was beginning to worry me, but I had so many other things that needed my attention. “Tell him after this shift, I need him back in Austin.”
“Got it.”
It took me about an hour to get through the heavy traffic to my place up in the hills, but as I passed through the big iron gates and waved to the guards patrolling the grounds, a couple nomads I’d called in for extra protection, something inside of me settled. The big white, two-story 1980s home dominated the hilltop and had amazing views from all sides. I’d never really given a shit about architecture or any of that crap, but Sarah fucking loved it and I’d given her free rein on our house to make it our home, and she’d done an amazing job.
I drove right up to the front door, the big engine on my Harley loud in the early morning quiet, before turning my bike off and dismounting with a groan.
Damn, some days my body barely felt older than twenty, and others I felt more like I was quickly approaching eighty.
“Beach!”
Sarah bounded out the black steel front door, still in the pink cotton shorts and tank top she wore to bed. The sight of all her smooth, exposed skin had my dick twitching in interest before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. “I missed you. Is everything okay?”
I hugged her back before tugging her toward the house. “Not really. I’ll tell you inside. I’m fuckin’ beat.”
Once we were up in our bedroom, Sarah took my hand and pulled me towards the bathroom. “Come on, you need this.”
“Need what?”
My answer came at the sight of our huge tub filled with steaming, fragrant water. “Get naked, I’m going to wash you.”
“You gettin’ in the tub with me?”
“No.”
“That’s no fun.”
She laughed and helped me out of my clothes, her hands running over my body, tracing my tattoos as she sighed in appreciation. “You’re so pretty.”
Laughing, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her close, loving how she smiled up at me. “Pretty?”
“Absolutely. Any woman would want to hang life-size portraits of you on the wall to stare at while jilling off.”
“You’re a goof.”
“Yep, now get in the tub.”
“Sure you don’t want to join me?”
“I’ve got an appointment with a new gynecologist today for my yearly pap. I want to be all fresh and clean down there. Now get in the tub.”
I did as she told me, vaguely wondering what exactly a pap was. Our tub was big enough that I could stretch out all the way, and I did with a low groan, my head falling back
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