I’ve never seen someone fall so many times in such a short period of time, nor have I seen it result in stitches, and that has my protective urges all out of whack.
If simply walking to her front door required medical attention, God knows what else that woman is capable of, and my dumb ass has been a mess over it while still finding it incredibly endearing.
And since I’ve been stupid enough to follow her all over Sabine Woods, learn her habits and watch her every fucking move, I’ve come to the conclusion that it has been way too long since I’ve gotten laid, and I need to fuck Blondie out of my system.
Either that or I need to move in with her ASAP and never let her out of my sight because I’m going to go completely insane over the way I worry about her.
Which is exactly why I’m marching down the hall of the clubhouse to Jackal’s room.
“Hey, asshole.” I throw open his door then groan. “Seriously?”
He looks up from the sweet butt he is currently nailing from behind and flashes me a grin. “One... second... almost...” Jackal pulls out his dick and shoots a load all over her ass. “Finished.”
“Clearly.” I roll my eye and stick a cigarette between my teeth. So fucking gross.
“Get out,” he grunts at her as he gets off his bed and pulls up his jeans. The girl frowns, blinks up at him like he’s speaking another language, but Jackal doesn’t even look at her and just sighs. “Get. Out.”
“Couldn’t you be a little nicer?” I smirk as the girl grabs her clothes and scurries past me. “I mean, did she even get off before you got yours?”
He shrugs as he buttons his fly. “Don’t know, don’t care. I was antsy, she was available, worked out for me in the end.”
I shake my head with a grin. “Selfish prick.”
“At your service.” Jackal bows then pulls on a ratty t-shirt. “Until I find the right woman to wear my cut, I could give a fuck less about who I bang between now and then.”
“Obviously. Do you even know her name?”
“Nope.” He smiles wide as he sticks his arms into said cut. “Maybe I’ll ask next time.”
“Doubtful.”
He taps the side of his nose with a wink then grabs his jacket. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, brother? Prez need us for something?”
I don’t miss the hopeful tone in his question.
Jackal has been antsy as fuck because we haven’t been given a new job for almost three weeks and that’s kind of strange. We’ve been moving a lot of product the last few months though, so I’ve been trying to convince him Prez is just giving us a break.
Not that it feels that way.
It actually feels like something big is brewing behind the scenes and when we finally are called into action, it’s going to be for a serious reason. Either that or Prez’s doom guts are acting up and he’s having us lay low because of it. Which also contributes to Jackal’s overall high voltage mood as well as my extracurricular activities.
Different outlets for the same uneasy feelings.
“Well.” I lean against his door frame as he checks his SIG. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go to MACs with me tonight, but since you’ve already quenched your thirst...”
Jackal grins wide. “Cy, Cy, Cy. You should know me better than that after all these years.” He straps in, grabs his keys, and walks past me into the hall. “I’m always thirsty, impossible to quench.”
Yeah, I fucking know that.
That’s why I still asked after he finished fucking that sweet butt.
“Let’s ride then. I want to be home by midnight.” Because if I don’t pull any tail, I need to drop off the newest dream catcher at Blondie’s place and make sure she’s in for the night.
Fucking stalker shit for sure.
A half hour later, we’re sitting at our usual table a few beers in, Jackal entertaining his latest conquest while I compare every rocket riding hag in here to a blonde bombshell I need to leave the fuck alone.
I’m a goddamn lost cause and getting angrier by the second.
