CHAPTER TEN #2
“Well, you fucking reopen it this instant and get on with finding out who attacked one of us, a club business and no one rests until those fuckers are found. If we have the evidence, we hand them over to Forest. If we know who they are but have nothing to pin it to them, I want them in the shed. Am I clear enough for everybody?” Looking around the room again, he gets a nod from one and all.
“We’ve let a brother down with this. All of us.
Now let’s make it up to him and find the fuckers responsible. Dismissed.”
Pres, Drag, Buzz and Colton all watch as the room clears. I get a chin lift, handshake or a shoulder bump from everyone as they leave. When I leave, Dallas is outside the door waiting for me. I still get the eye contact, but this time without the hands holding my face.
“C’mon. I’m taking you home.” There is no room for negotiation in her tone, none whatsoever.
“Okay, but I have to see Stitch before I go.”
“The hell you do. I’ve already told him I’m taking you home, and that’s that. Let’s go.” Dallas takes my arm and starts for the clubhouse door.
“It’s too late to cook now. How about we eat here first and then go?” I suggest.
“We’ll pick up Chinese on the way home.”
“But we’re…” I take one look at her face and continue, “Chinese sounds good, I can do Chinese.”
The Chinese was excellent, and as we sit on the couch with another Irish coffee, I am acutely aware of Dallas sitting so close. Thinking this could be another good time for me to beat a retreat, I almost burn my mouth with the coffee and then start to say goodnight.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dallas frowns at me. “Isn’t it a bit early?”
“I’m tired after the shitshow I caused at the clubhouse, so I thought I’d go to bed. Is that okay?”
“Cork, none of that was your fault. You have to know that, right? For whatever reason, the robbery here and the attack on you were never taken seriously. That’s maybe not the right way to say it, but it wasn’t followed up like it would have been for the other businesses.
Maybe you need to be louder in your Sunday meetings and make the wine shop a topic of conversation more often.
I don’t know the answer, but you are certainly not the problem. ”
“Well, some of it was my fault. I did hit Chaos.” I give her my best sheepish look.
“You put his lights out, my man. Lights out!” Laying her head back, tongue lolling out, she does a funny impression of someone unconscious.
Seeing her bare neck exposed and the movement of the top of her breasts as she breathes, I’m caught staring when she opens her eyes. It’s not for a second or two, either. I’m transfixed for at least a minute as she lies there watching me.
“Go get your comforter and pillows. You might as well start the night here, next to me. You’ll only disturb me when you sneak in later. Besides, I can keep a better eye on you if you're close by.”
After using the bathroom, I grab my stuff and lay it out by the couch. I take off my tee shirt, and slipping under the comforter, I wriggle out of my jeans.
“Don’t you think we’re past that by now? We’re not kids you know?” She laughs her delightful laugh, and once again, I can’t help smiling.
Watching her head off to the bathroom, I lay there and can’t help but try to analyze my feelings. On the one hand, she feels like a sister when she defends me, but on the other she’s like the hot girl next door from all the movies. Including the movies that are not on general release in cinemas!
Hearing her humming as she returns, I notice that she hasn’t changed into her pajamas yet. Thinking she’ll do as I did or wait 'til she’s switched off the lights, I’m thrown when she grabs her pajamas and stands in the middle of the room with her back to me.
She does that girl thing to take her top off where they cross their arms and pull their top off in one smooth sexy move. I can’t do that. I grab my tee by the collar and yank at it like I’m an alien shedding its skin!
She undoes her pants and slides them down, slowly revealing a fantastic ass covered only by a pair of those boy shorts that they wear.
Stepping out of her pants, she folds them up and then stretches as she yawns.
Slipping her arms into her pajama top she buttons it up before bending over and stepping into her pajama pants.
She wiggles her sexy ass from side-to-side as she pulls them up, and I swear to God my dick is going to explode any moment without even having Nurse Betty touch it!
Finally in her pajamas, she turns around, gives me an innocent smile and an outrageously sexy wink.
If she knew the effect she was having on me, I’m sure she wouldn’t do it!
Climbing over me to get to the couch, first one foot, and then the other drags across my dick. How she can’t feel it I don’t know. It's as hard as a hickory wood pickaxe handle and feels damn near as long!
“No sleepwalking tonight, Kemosabe. You should sleep like a baby. Goodnight.” Looking up, I see her eyes already closed and a sly smile on her lips.
An hour later, and I’m still wide awake, nursing a hard dick that won’t go away. Every time I close my eyes all I can see is her putting her damn pajamas on!