Mace Chapter 10
I was happy I finally had Jessamy in my house. I wanted to see what she thought of it, but it went beyond that. I wanted to see her in it and have her essence sink into every space. Shit, the truth was, if I thought I could get her to say yes, I’d ask her to move in here with me tonight. But I knew that was too fast. However, what happened beside the lake today surprised me and was something I hadn’t anticipated her doing for a while.
Her question about whether Mom and Bridgit helped me with the house amused me, and I couldn’t help but tease her.
“Why do you ask? Do you think I’m incapable of doing it on my own? Women aren’t the only ones with taste and can be creative.”
“I never said that they were. I was only curious,” she said defensively.
“I’m just messing with you, babe. Yes, Bridget and Mom did help some, but I also had my ideas. I think, overall, we did a decent job. I’ll give you a tour, and you can tell me if I’m right.” I held out my hand. She took it.
I took her throughout the house, even the garage, while we waited for our food to arrive. I’d given our order to one of the prospects earlier and told him when to pick it up. He’d ensure it stayed hot in an insulated tote he had. I hated hot food that came cold.
The house was a four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath one. Growing up with one sibling, I recalled how having enough bathrooms mattered. Bridgit and I shared one. It was hard to get in there when she got older. When I built it, I wasn’t sure I’d have a family one day. However, I was planning that we could remain in this house if I did. When we got back to the kitchen, I sat her down.
“Well, what do you think? Did we do a good job, or should I fire them as my interior decorators? Just know that I picked out everything you liked.”
Jessamy laughed. I loved seeing her happy. “You’re terrible. I bet you did all the good things. Honestly, I loved everything I saw. The three of you did a great job, Tiergan.”
“Thank you, but are you sure there isn’t anything you’d change? What about add?”
She was quiet for a minute before she answered. “I’d paint. Maybe add more splashes of color in your decor and accessories to make the rooms pop, but that’s it. It’s more what appeals to you than guests, Tiergan. You live here.”
“I’ve kind of been waiting to do that.”
“May I ask why?”
“Because if I was blessed with an old lady, I wanted her to put her mark on it, assuming she liked it enough for us to keep it. So, I guess you’ll have to come up with your ideas, and we’ll make them happen,” I told her softly. Jessamy’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
“You, uhm, me, what?”
“Babe, it’s not that big of a leap. I asked you to be mine. This house and us living together is part of that. If we’re together, then we’re together. And this house will be our home, not just mine. Whatever makes you comfortable and happy is what I want, except if you want to paint the house all pink or purple. I can’t support that. I need some manly colors and furniture, things that’ll hold up. If we have nothing but those fancy, spindly couches and chairs, my brothers will sit on them once and break them, especially Hulk. However, watching him fall on his ass might be fun.”
She giggled and playfully shoved me. “That’s mean. What did poor Hulk do to you?”
“He offered my woman himself and his future house. He’s on my shit list.”
“You’re silly. Hulk doesn’t want me. He was messing with you.”
“Babe, don’t kid yourself. There is more than one of my brothers who would give it a go to see if you could be theirs if I weren’t already claiming you. Thank God my house is already built, and anyone with one is already claimed. Wire doesn’t count. I’m pushing my advantage. I have a motorcycle and an SUV. My bank account isn’t half bad, either. Hmm, let me see what else I have to offer. Oh, I know. Kisses and orgasms that’ll make you melt and beg for more,” I whispered the last ones.
I’d been trying to hold myself back from kissing her. I knew if I did, I’d want more. I’d fought it, but I broke. I tugged her against me and lowered my head to capture that sexy mouth of hers that always tempted me. She didn’t leave me to do all the kissing. Like at the lake, she gave as good as she got. What forced us to part was the chime of my phone.
When I checked it, I left her panting with a pink face. It was Rune. “Our food is here. Rune will be here in a few minutes with it. I hate to say this, but can we pause this, maybe resume after we eat?”
She gave me a tiny smile. “I might be amenable to that. You’ll just have to see. It’ll depend on whether dinner is as good as you said.”
I sent up a prayer that I hadn’t oversold it. Further kisses depended on it.
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Jessamy thoroughly enjoyed dinner. She said it was as good as I claimed. Although I wanted to dive right into kissing, I was a gentleman, and we sat talking afterward. She told me what Christie said. I wanted to find her and tell her off in front of everyone. If Christie kept her shit up, she’d find herself banned. I wondered why she kept coming into the clubhouse when she wasn’t supposed to. But that was a problem for another time.
Now, I was telling Jessamy about the call with my family. I knew she was worried that she caused a rift between us.
“Madonna, you didn’t cause anything. My sister was out of line. Yes, I talked to all three, but only after I talked to Andrea and Aaron. They were bummed that we had left. I lied and said we had an emergency here. They asked when we were coming back. Aaron was particularly anxious to know if you’d be coming with me. Damn, I have to watch my blood. He’s trying to steal you.”
“You’re crazy, you know that.”
“Crazy for you.”
“Stop. Tell me what your parents and sister said.”
“They all asked if you were alright, and they apologized. I told them they were forgiven since it wasn’t Mom and Dad’s fault. My sister was subdued. She wanted to know if the men responsible were caught. I told them the truth. They were horrified that you could still be in danger and that those people were still doing it. I assured them the club was working to find them.”
“Were they surprised by that? The fact you don’t want me going to the police.”
“No, they weren’t surprised about us. As for the cops, I didn’t mention them. While my family knows the basics of the club and how we deal with stuff, they don’t know the details. It’s too dangerous for us to have that known. They might guess, but if asked, they can honestly say they don’t know.”
“Is that why the old ladies aren’t told everything?”
“It is.”
“What else did you say?”
“Not a whole lot. I did tell Bridgit that she had to let go of what Jarred did. It was a betrayal, but she can’t let it ruin the rest of her life. She’s thirty-four and alone. She deserves to have someone in her life. She refuses to give anyone a chance because of him. Dad and Mom backed me up. She denied she shut out men but was left to think about it. God, if I thought tracking Jarred down and beating him half to death or killing him would heal her, I’d do it. I owe the fucker a beatdown.”
“While I don’t advocate you kill him, why didn’t you beat his ass when he did it? I assume from what you said that you didn’t.”
“I didn’t because my sister begged me not to. She said he was still the twins’ father, and we’d have to have at least a cordial relationship with him.”
“How often does he see the kids? Do they stay with him?”
“That’s the thing. After the divorce, he up and left them. He hasn’t had contact with them, including paying the child support he’s supposed to pay. I’ve been tempted to have Wire find him, and I beat it out of him. The kids the first year or so asked about him all the time. They don’t mention him at all now. He might not love my sister, but those are his kids. He turned into a first-rate bastard. He’d better never show his face in North Carolina again.”
“What an utter dick! Okay, I can see why you want to beat him. I don’t even know him, and the urge is growing. So Bridgit has to raise them alone and pay for everything.”
“Mom and Dad help with the kids. I help with things they might need or want that she can’t afford. My parents are the same. Bridgit tells us not to, but we do. If she’d stop being stubborn and move here, I could help more.”
“If she would move, what about your parents?”
“They already told me if those three would move here, they would, too. I’m working on it. I’ll wear her down. Anyway, she told me to tell you that she feels awful and that she hopes you two can start over.”
“I hope they will move. As for her apology, none is needed, but I accept it. She was only trying to protect her brother.”
“I know, but she hurt you, and I don’t like that. Anyway, that was the gist of what we talked about.”
There was a lull, and then she asked me, “Is there anything else you want to talk about? If not, I have something I want.”
“Nothing for me. What do you want?”
She scooted closer. We were sitting on the couch. Her hand came up to cup my jaw. That’s when I noticed the desire burning in her gaze. Her mouth latched onto mine, and her tongue found its way inside my mouth. I groaned. Every time we kissed, it made my whole body feel alive, and I’d harden in no time. I had never been into kissing, but Jessamy had converted me.
As the kiss deepened and we grew hotter, she pressed herself against me. There was no room between us, which was the way I wanted it. Needing to be able to touch her, I maneuvered us until she was lying on her back and I was over the top of her. She’d changed into different clothes while I was talking to my family. Now, she wore tight, stretchy shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank. I’d been wondering if she had a strapless bra under it or nothing. When my hand cupped her through the fabric, I found it was nothing, and her taut nipples were evident. I pinched one, making her moan. Her hips jerked and bumped into my aching erection.
Fighting not to beg her to suck my cock again, like earlier, I nipped and kissed my way from her mouth to her chest. Tugging down her top, I exposed her tits. She had firm, full mounds topped with the prettiest nipples. I feasted on them while kneading and plucking them.
Her cries made me more inflamed. I was driving her to have an orgasm from just breast play, though I wanted to get her shorts off and taste her pussy. I was dying to know what she tasted like. Suddenly, she captured my hand. I lifted my head to see what was wrong. Had I gotten too rough?
“What’s wrong, baby? Too rough?”
“No, not that. I love what you’re doing, but I need more, Tiergan,” she panted.
“Like what? Maybe my mouth on that sweet pussy I’m dying to see and taste?” I asked, grinning.
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
Placing a final kiss on each nipple, I moved downward to dispense with her shorts and underwear. That took only moments. When they were gone, I pressed her legs apart to look at the treasure between her thighs. I loved what I saw.
She had hair that matched what was on her head. It was kept closely trimmed. I rubbed my fingers through it. It was soft. Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her lips. I was right. Her pussy was the same pink as her nipples. She was shining from how wet she was. Her clit was peeking out of its hood. I ran my finger from her clit to her hole. She jerked and moaned. I did it a second time, but this time, I ran it back to her asshole.
I had no idea if she liked her ass played with or not. If not, then I’d leave it alone, but if she did or was open to trying, I’d show her another way to have an explosive orgasm. The thought of how tight she’d be surrounding my cock made it jerk in my pants. I hissed. The zipper was hurting me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Tiergan, don’t lie. You hissed.”
“I was thinking about your ass, and it made my cock jerk. My zipper bit into it, that’s all.”
“What about my ass? And if it hurts, then take your jeans off. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Or that gorgeous cock of yours.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it, honey. And there’s no need to be uncomfortable.”
I didn’t debate more. Standing quickly, I shed my jeans, shoes, and socks, leaving me in my T-shirt and briefs. I went to sit back down, but she stopped me. “No need to keep those on. Why don’t you get rid of them both? If you do, I can take this off,” she indicated her top.
My heart went wild. Christ, would I be able to control myself if we were both naked? I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t pass this up. I tugged off my shirt while she removed her top. I shoved my briefs down and let them fall to my feet, where I stepped out of them.
Unable to resist, I crawled onto the couch again. Before I could get my first taste, she asked again, “What about my ass?”
“I was wondering if you liked your ass played with. If you did, and you were willing, it made me think of how you’d feel around my cock. Baby, don’t take that to mean I’m pushing for that. I’m not. It was just a thought. Guys do that shit all the time.” I didn’t want to turn her off. I went back to tracing her folds.
“Give me your mouth on me, and I’ll answer your question,” she whispered.
“Gladly,” I told her before I made the first tongue swipe. When I tasted her, I moaned and took a second, then a third lick. She was salty, but she had an almost sweet taste, too. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but it made me want more. Her scent was slightly musky with a fresh, flowery fragrance. She was gasping.
“Baby, you smell like a bouquet and taste sweet and salty. I need more.”
“God, that feels so good. More.”
“Yes, ma’am. Tell me what you think of my fantasy.”
As I licked and rubbed, I added a few gentle bites. It only made her slicker.
“I-oh God, I like feeling you touch me there. I’ve never had anyone touch me there when I was willing. It hurts, but if it feels good, why not? As for your cock in there, I don’t know if I could handle it. You’re so big. It would hurt like hell, oh, shit,” she panted as I sucked hard on her clit and thrashed it with my tongue.
At her admission of liking my touch there, I slicked up a finger and ran it back to her asshole. I hated that she only knew it as painful. I wanted to show her that it didn’t have to equate to pain rather than pleasure. I rimmed her dark hole, then gently pressed the tip of my finger inside. That was what caused her oh shit remark.
“I can stop,” I told her.
“No, don’t. I’ll tell you if I want you to.”
Over the next several minutes, I ate her pussy while I gradually got a finger fully into her ass. When she took it without too much discomfort, I worked a second one inside it while sticking the other two in her pussy. Her slickness kept giving me lube for her ass. Christ, she was tight everywhere. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a virgin. I went gently. I didn’t want anything to make her think of what those men did to her. She was soaked, and I kept lapping her delicious cream.
I felt her insides flutter, and then she was crying out, clamping down on my fingers and flooding me with more of her cum. I was in heaven as I cleaned her up. I didn’t stop thrusting until she was limp, then I removed my fingers and placed a kiss on her clit. She moaned. While she recovered, I went to the kitchen and washed my hands.
Walking hurts. My cock was so hard it kept slapping against my stomach. I held it to me on my return. As I neared the couch, she sat up. Her eyes were glued to my cock. She reached up and moved my hand. Hers felt so good gliding up it. I shuddered.
“Tiergan, I want to suck your cock, but this isn’t the best place to do it unless you can straddle me. Would you be opposed to a change of location?”
“You read my mind,” I told her as I scooped her up. She gave a surprised shriek and then grabbed my neck.
“Honey, put me down! I’m too heavy.”
I ignored her and carried her to my bedroom. Her one hand was on my cock while the other remained on my neck. When I got to the edge of my bed, I lay her in the middle. I stood there stroking myself.
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
She wiggled until she had her head hanging over the edge of the bed right in front of me. I knew it wouldn’t take a lot to have me blow my load. Eating her pussy had excited me. The head of my cock was covered in precum, and it was running down my shaft. Jessamy wasn’t shy. She pushed my hand away, grasped it, and went to town. I swear it was even better than what she did at the lake, and that had been the best blow job of my life.
I pushed myself deeper into her mouth. She took me, and even if she gagged, Jessamy didn’t stop. Fuck, she deep-throated me, causing my eyes to go cross. After only a few minutes, I could feel the cum swelling my balls. I knew I was close.
“I’m about to blow,” I warned her.
She sucked me harder, and that was all it took. I blasted jet after jet of cum down her throat. Jessamy swallowed it eagerly. When I was done coming, she lovingly laved me all over, making sure I was clean before she let go. I crawled shakily onto the mattress and collapsed next to her. I gave her a tender look as I rubbed her lower lip with my thumb.
“This mouth should be insured, Madonna.”
She giggled, then said, “Thank you. I can say the same for yours.”
I pulled her close, “Stay with me. Don’t go back to the clubhouse. I want to hold you. It doesn’t have to be anything more. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything. And you should know, I’ve never had a woman stay here. Hell, I’ve never had sex in this bed. This is all yours, Jessamy. I mean what I say. I want you, but I can go at your speed.”
“Thank you. You don’t know what that means to me, Tiergan.”
Unable to stop myself, I kissed her and fell right back under her spell. God, it was going to be hard to resist taking it to the final step, but I would—anything to have her.
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Jessamy and I had been getting to know each other better over the past several days since our trip to see my family. After she stayed that night, I’d gotten her to stay every night since. I was about to ask her to move her small possessions to the house. It was silly for her to keep bringing them with her or running back there to shower. In fact, I planned to ask her after we got out of church.
It was Thursday night again. It had been a long and busy week at the garage. I’d been getting off late, which never bothered me before I had her, but now it agitated me. It was one thing if it was my fault, but when it wasn’t, it pissed me off.
The reason was the new mechanic. We decided to give him a try when we heard Jimbo talking about his nephew and how his sister was bugging him to get him a job at our garage. It seemed the kid had gotten his certification as a mechanic and was being prodded by his mom to get a job. He lived with her, and she was tired of him not having any direction at twenty-three. We always had work, and while we could do it, we often had to work over. Since it was Jimbo, we told him to bring him on, and we’d see how he did.
Jimbo tried to turn us down. He hated feeling like he was asking for favors, but Dare and I pointed out that he hadn’t asked. After going back and forth a couple of days last week, he gave in and told his nephew to be at the garage this past Monday at nine.
On the first day, we had him show us what he could do as far as basics, like an oil change, changing out filters, and replacing brake pads. He revealed that he did know what he was doing on those, so we gradually gave him more complex things to do, but only a few at a time. On his second day, we found he might have the knowledge, but he wasn’t into working.
We’d assigned him a few jobs. Throughout the day, we asked how it was going and if he needed any help. He denied it every time. Then, an hour before closing, we found out he’d only done one of the four jobs. The customers expected them the next day, so the rest of us scrambled to get the other three done.
Naturally, we weren’t thrilled, but the next day, we started over. We talked to him about pacing and that if he wasn’t able to complete his daily quota, he needed to tell someone as soon as possible so we could make adjustments or whatever. He said he understood.
He had four jobs again. Nothing was too time-consuming, so it was easily doable. By noon, he had two done. I could’ve had them all, and so would the others, but he was halfway through and had half the day left, so we weren’t worried. A half hour before closing time, he came to tell us he still had one left.
Jimbo had jumped in. “Well, you should’ve had them all done. The four weren’t complicated, Gerry. I guess your ass is staying because the rest of us have our work done.”
Gerry had been less than happy. He kept whining that he had plans. Jimbo told him to shut up and work. Jimbo insisted the rest of us go home and that he would stay with Gerry and lock up. He got it done and then left. That was yesterday.
Today, Gerry was assigned only two complex jobs, each taking a couple of hours. When he didn’t have the first one close to done by noon, my cool was at an end. I called him into the office. Typically, I wouldn’t involve another employee, but Jimbo insisted he had to be there, so I let him.
Dare was letting me handle this. He stood in the corner observing. Gerry and Jimbo were sitting in front of my desk, with me behind it. Gerry was slumped in his chair with a bored look on his face that instantly pissed me off. Believe me, even when I worked for others, I’d never acted this way, even when I was a young punk. I heard Jimbo hiss, “Sit the fuck up and pay attention.” I had to fight not to laugh.
Gerry straightened up but still didn’t appear concerned that he was in the office behind closed doors. “Gerry, we need to talk about this week. You seem to be having trouble staying on task to complete your jobs. Even being new, you’ve been given more than enough time to get them done. We want to know what seems to be preventing that. Do you have any ideas?” Other than being a lazy shit, I added mentally.
Instead of answering the question, he pointed to his uncle. “Why’s he here?”
Before I could answer him, Jimbo did. “Because I asked to be. When they brought you on, I put my reputation with my bosses on the line. This only happened because they heard me talk about how your mom begged me to get you a job here. I wasn’t about to do it. But they offered when they heard me telling the other guys ‘cause that’s the kind of people they are. They did it as a favor to me. I appreciate the hell out of it, but you’re fucking it up! They’ve eased you into things, are here if you need help, and you’re earning a damn decent wage for a mechanic without any experience. This kind of job doesn’t come around to everybody. What’s your problem, boy!?”
“Ah, don’t start, Jimbo. All you and Mom do is nag me. Get off my ass. I got a job. Ain’t that enough?”
“Hell no, it’s not enough! You actually have to do the job and do it completely and right!” Jimbo shouted.
I wouldn’t need to say a word at this rate, but I knew I had to take over. I held up my hand so Jimbo would let me talk. He leaned back in his chair, but he never took his eyes off his nephew. I might have to prevent an ass beating in here, even if I did think it was warranted.
“Your uncle is right, Gerry. He did take a chance by having you work here. However, he’s wrong if he thinks we’ll hold you against him. Another thing he said that’s on the nose is the fact we’re here to help, and we’ve given you easy things that take very little time, and you still can’t get them done in a full day. I’ve been watching you. Do you know why you’re not getting shit done?”
Gerry shrugged and didn’t answer. Jimbo kicked his chair. That got him to at least mumble, “I don’t know.”
“You’re on your phone too much. Every time I look around, you're looking at it, tapping away on it, or talking to someone. When you’re not doing that, you’re taking a break. You’re paid to work, not sit or socialize.”
“Everyone else gets on their phones,” he protested.
“They do, but it doesn’t mess with their work. When you don’t finish your work, it causes others to stay late to finish it. If we tell a customer we’ll have their vehicle or bike ready, we stick to it, barring an unavoidable delay. Your pissing off isn’t an unavoidable one. So I gotta ask, do you want this job or not? If you do, then straighten up and do it. I don’t want your answer right now. Go home and think about it. When you come in tomorrow, let us know. Regardless of whether he stays or not, it won’t reflect on you, Jimbo. He’s family, and we always try to help them. We sometimes can’t help who we’re related to. He might not have inherited your work ethic.” I saw some of the tension in Jimbo’s shoulders ease. Gerry sat there scowling.
“Is there anything you’d like to ask or say?” I asked the young idiot before me.
He shook his head but didn’t say anything. Tired of looking at him, I pointed to the door. “You’re free to get back to work. We need that second job of yours done today before you leave.”
Gerry got up and walked out without a word. Jimbo sighed. “I appreciate the fuck out of you giving him a chance, but the boy is worthless. I knew he’d flush this opportunity down the shitter. Why didn’t you fire him?”
“We’re giving him another chance because he’s your nephew, and we hope maybe he might catch a clue, but if he comes back in here to stay, he’s gonna do what we assign him and not fuck off, or he’ll be gone,” Dare informed him.
“You won’t hurt my feelings if you do. I’m having a talk with my sister tonight. She needs to stop coddling that shithead. She’s done it since he was born. No wonder he’s worthless. Thanks for trying and all. If you’re okay with me, I have an engine to return to. I gotta get it done, or the bosses will kick my ass,” he said that last bit with a big grin on his face.
“Get out of here before I do,” I kidded. He stood, shook my hand, and then Dare’s before he walked out.
After dealing with that and my jobs for the day, I was eager to have church over with and get time to relax with Jessamy. She was hanging out with the old ladies and kids. Twisted had finished giving the final financial rundown for the prior month. As our treasurer, he kept track of all the businesses’ financials while those who managed them did the individual reporting on them.
“If no one has anything to report or discuss, I’ll turn things over to Wire,” Agony stated. We all shook our heads. I was eager to hear if, by chance, Wire had discovered anything new on those men who took Jessamy. Agony nodded to Wire.
“Okay, I’ve been working, as you know, on Jessamy’s problem. Mace, I haven’t found those men yet. I gave it over to Smoke so they could run through their databases, but nothing has come up so far. If they aren’t in the military or prison systems, then we’ll have to start hitting the DMV ones. I wish they were all connected, but they’re not. That means we’ll have to go through them individually. I can tell you the men aren’t licensed in Arizona. I checked that one. Anyway, let’s go back to what I did find.
“It seems that there’s been a host of women and younger girls who have gone missing. It’s nothing new, but what is? The number in Arizona and the surrounding states. In addition, I discovered around the time Jessamy was taken that there were two hundred others in the appropriate age range reported missing in the states from Arizona to here. I’ve got them all in a file. I’d like to send it to you, Mace, so you can have Jessamy go through it to see if she recognizes any of them. It’ll be more comfortable if she doesn’t have an audience when she does.”
“Christ, two hundred, in what time period?” Bones asked.
“I started two days prior to her abduction and ran it until the day she escaped, just over a week. That’s assuming they came from the west and southwest. It doesn’t include the northern and eastern states. I eliminated a shitload of them for a variety of reasons, such as they were found and so on. Hell, I checked the stats. In the States, in a year, there is an average of two hundred and seventy thousand or more females who go missing. And out of those, over two hundred thousand are under the age of twenty-one. That means, on average, seven hundred and fifty females go missing a day. Now, not all of them are trafficked, but just think if even half are. It’s disgusting,” Wire muttered.
We sat there in stunned silence for a minute or so before I said anything. “Send me the file. I’ll let you know if she recognizes any of them. I know you’ve been working your ass off, and I appreciate it. Jessamy does, too. Tell Smoke we said thank you.”
“I will. He asked how she was doing. He wondered if she needed anyone to talk to. They have several old ladies she can talk to if we need them. And we still have Dr. O.”
“Speaking of Dr. O, how are the kids doing, Twisted?” Agony asked.
“They’re good. Dr. O feels good where they’re at. He’s dropping them down to talking once a month and then only as needed after that. I recommend him if Jessamy needs to talk anything out, Mace.”
“Thanks, I offered him, but I’ll ask her again. Is there anything else, Wire? Not that this wasn’t a shit load.”
“Not that I can report on. Have you made any progress on officially making her your old lady? If you do that, we could move her stuff here. I did what you asked and made sure her rent was paid out of your account so her landlord didn’t throw her stuff away,” Wire said.
“We’re making progress. Has she said yes yet? No.”
“Does she need any more clothing or stuff? She has some from the women, but she’s probably wanting more,” Dare asked.
“I’m tackling that tonight. I mentioned it a few days ago, and she waved me off. I know she’s concerned about spending my money. If she doesn’t do it herself, I’ll order them.”
This elicited chuckles from the married men. There were a few more mutterings and casual remarks about this or that, mainly what everyone wanted to do this weekend. Someone mentioned taking a ride. That made Agony remind us. The weekend after next, there was a charity run. The club was participating. They’d set up for the kids to be taken care of so all the women could attend. It was an overnight event. With it coming, that was even more reason for Jessamy to get more clothes. Or I’d use it as an excuse. I was excited for it. The poker run was the same one that I’d attended all those years ago when I met the Pagans. The run ran all through the area around Hickory, ending in the town of Lenoir. It was a lot of fun.