Chapter Eight #4
He smiles like he knows what I’m thinking. He may but I know Falcon is not a reader, he’s just Badass weird. “I appreciate you keeping watch. I’m not giving you my kid again so they don’t learn how to play drums since harmonica is out of their capabilities.”
Hud laughs and I elbow him and scan from right to left again.
Hannah and Trask walk over with their boys in a stroller that’s actually two small bikes.
With a removable frame that hooks them together with a steel bar for someone to push it, it’s a good way to keep them from running wild in the middle of chaos.
They’re not Bits but they’re freaky and from what I’ve seen, they’re a freaky I haven’t dealt with in kids yet.
Hannah laughs letting the push handle go. I give her the evil eye for like five seconds so I can continue my scan.
Solei laughs. “You both scan the same way the men do.”
I nod. “Sniper is taught to scan that way. Badass is military so they’d train it with the nutty attacks Badass gets.”
Hannah agrees. “We do. You scan the same way.”
Solei nods. “Habit. I think you all rubbed off on me.”
“Hey, hey, now. I’m the only one allowed to rub…” he stops when Hud’s hand comes up.
“You don’t want to finish that, Pres.”
Falcon gives Solei one of his dirty looks. “Monkey pissers.”
Me, Hannah and Solei crack up while the men watch. It’s funny but they’re scowling like we shouldn’t laugh. We all look at each other, then laugh again not showing much concern for whether or not our opinions are welcome. We give freely no matter what look we get. Badass says so.
I step back and keep my watch on my package deliberately with the intent to do a thing proper. It keeps me from getting shit too.
Hannah covers her mouth and avoids my eyes.
She shouldn’t be reading me so I don’t feel bad when Trask leans into her and kisses the shit out of her.
I watch my package. She told us he does that to shut her up.
Solei, Seren and Lorelei too. I look at Hud but he’s watching the kids on the carousel with Asa and Alder until I think it.
He turns his icy gray eyes my way. “Mackie, Edwards and my second, Picard are here.” He throws chin and grabs my hand.
I’m about to protest but he walks toward the chaos of the carousel. Settling down, I smile at the little Officers with Dreng and Tyson on the carousel. They look like they’re holding court. “Hold on, I’ll pull.”
I don’t get the plan so I follow the order and the man so concerned about surfing spins me around and lifts me while taking a strategic step up onto the carousel just where a pole is placed as if its only purpose is to brace that move.
Shock has me looking at the wooden floor my feet land on while it’s still spinning around. Unreal makes me laugh.
Jack talks for me. “Smooth move, Girard. Pres is impressed.”
I guess that’s good but Hud doesn’t react. “Your piece in?”
He nods once and turns me toward the boys and Officers. He bends and I love that he shows that respect. “Tats is at the door, Moss is on Asa ‘til the Honor transport.”
Asa looks up at me, so I bend. “I’ll be at the chopper pad when you set down.”
“Picard stay to Bravo? I stay Officer road house here.”
I nod. “I’ll let him know to get a Club room and an alert for your tracking.”
He nods once like Alder does. “Later, Boss Sophie, Hud.”
Hud smiles pulling me up and stepping off the spinning carousel like he’s done it a million times. Again, all I can think is why was he worried about surfing?
I’m led by the hand right to Moss and Edwards. Hud doesn’t talk for me, or at all, so I let them know about the room and Officer road Bit house.
“We’re early for the Club.”
He slows but doesn’t stop. “Getting our shit packed then flying to Sentinel. Pres got me a flight plan for an hour. I’ll claim you at Sentinel.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
His feet stop and hand pulls me back. “You care what Club?”
“They all know me. Asa is everywhere so I am.” I smile at that one nod.
“Good. Got the flight plan wait time planned out.”
I pull his hand. “What’s the plan entail?” I hope it’s food.
He unclips the helmet and drops it on my head.
The clip snaps in place as he leans closer.
My eye gets a kiss then the other one. I smile because he has to extend his lips to plant those.
The nose kiss is quick and easy. When he hits my lips easy and chaste is gone.
His tongue goes across my lips then in my mouth in a way that is gentle but intent on my tongue.
The swirl, quick dart in and out, then long slow rim of my teeth have me ready and moaning my appreciation.
He steps back when I hold his neck just a little tighter.
“Glad you like the plan. I may not wait ‘til after packing.”
My eyes close while I replay his words. My whimper puts a smile on his face. My brain sees him get on the bike and I even put my hand in his as he helps me on, but all I can think of is the plan is his tongue.
The bike starts and my fogged brain gives up. My head hits his back and I swear I hear him laughing.
He’s a sadist.