Page 69 of Saddles
Every barbell shoots a jolt through me as my palm drifts over it.
I got these after Sarah.
A reminder of each asshole who ruined my life. I never wanted a day to pass that I didn’t think of her and what they did to her.
Eight bars.
And now all I can think of is pushing each one into April.
Watching her head toss and that flush of pink work up her body.
Then the shape of her mouth as each one slips in until every single one is lodged in her tight…
Little…
Fuck. My nuts uncoil as I erupt onto my belly.
I made a mess.
Damn it.
“Don’t judge me,” I growl at Roscoe, holding my unfastened pants up with one hand, while trying to keep from dripping on the floor while I scramble for a paper towel.
He tilts his head on his paws then snorts.
Whatever.
Post nut clarity tells me I’m insane for thinking there’s a chance with her.
I’m her rescuer, nothing more.
Once she gets back to Missoula, she’ll see I was right.
There’s just a nagging unfinished thread tugging at me, so I better call about it.
“Wade? I was wondering if you managed to make it up to that shack?” I toss the crumpled napkin into the fire, burning the evidence of my moment of weakness.
“Yup. First thing. No sign, looks like they packed up. I had one of my deputies stop by a house down the hill aways. They saida fleet of sleds flew past a few days ago during that lull in the storm, and then went back by only an hour or two later. They thought it was strange, but figured it was a bunch of teens.” There’s a chair creak followed by two small thumps.
I can picture him leaning back and propping his feet up.
His favorite position in his office.
He’s had me sobering up in his drunk tank often enough, I can almost see him doing it.
Yet another reason I’m no good for April.
I drink too much sometimes and pick fights just to feel anything but pain.
Funny, I didn’t feel the urge to dig out a bottle while she was here.
Although, a shot of whiskey now sounds good.
“So what does that mean? They’re just gone? What about her car?” I stop myself from running my palm down my face, but turn to the small wash basin to scrub my hands.
“I think we found it.” He doesn’t sound excited. “Burned out husk matching her VIN was found in an alley behind that gas station. Found the station owner’s body half cooked inside it.”
Shit.
