Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,40
to go back. Her light quips about being indispensable to me, about how much I would miss her when she was gone, weren’t lost on me at all.
She was right. I would miss her, for a variety of reasons.
She’d been a steady hand, having meals ready, anticipating what I’d need before I even knew I needed it quite often – food, a drink, hell even a joint. She always happened to come up with it when I needed it. A quiet support, a shadow – I was sure one that had probably heard too much by now but if she had, the girl was world-class at keeping it to herself. She knew just when to keep her mouth shut and just when I wanted that same lush mouth wrapped around my cock.
Fuck, I was getting hard just looking at her, leaned back, sipping from her red Solo cup. Long toned legs stretched out in front of her, flat stomach glistening along her honey-golden skin with whatever sunscreen or baby oil she’d slathered on herself. She looked damn inviting. Laying out like some offering on that raft under the sun in her little black bikini.
I think I exhausted her last night, but I was set to do it all over again tonight.
“Mav, come have a beer with me.” I roused myself out of my self-indulgent musings and looked over at who had spoken.
“Sure thing, absolutely,” I said. The mother chapter’s VP practically never smiled unless it was at his lady or his kids. Even now, his mouth set in a grim line, wraparound sunglasses holding his long hair up, he simply gave me a nod and turned to the coolers lined up against the lodge walls.
“Something you need outta me?” I asked him, taking the bottle he passed me.
“Just trying to get a feel about how you really feel about what’s going on in your region,” he answered and took a pull off his beer. I echoed the motion and searched his face. He was good at giving nothing away by his expression. It was a talent I’d cultivated as well.
This was going to be an interesting chat.
“I’m good with it, brother,” I said, and I meant it.
“Yeah? What about the rest of your crew?” he asked, and I figured Reaver must have caught up to him and spilled about Fen’s misgivings.
“My crew trusts me implicitly, man. They’ll be on board.”
Dray nodded and said, “Come take a walk with me, my pops wants me to introduce you to a couple of guys.”
I gave a nod and we strolled down toward the water’s edge.
“You know many of the nomad fellas?” he asked me as we came to a stop with a view of the dock and the blob across the lake. It looked like Cipher was on it and a guy from another chapter was about to launch his ass into the ether.
I grinned at the sight and said, “A few. Lone Wolf comes through on the regular.”
“Wolf, huh? He’s a good dude.”
“Very. He’s helped us out in the past. If he would be willing to settle down, I’d love to have him on the other side of the Cascades. He’d be amazing.”
Dray turned down the corners of his mouth and nodded. I think it was supposed to be noncommittal on his part but to me it just looked like he was trying to suppress a smile. I hid mine with a pull off my beer. Lone Wolf was at the top of my shortlist to be my chapter’s neighbor and it looked like he was on Dragon’s radar for the job, too.
Good fuckin’ deal.
“Lemme ask you something; no bullshit.”
“No bullshit,” Dray agreed. “Shoot.”
“Who you thinkin’?” I asked.
He nodded slowly and sighed. “You’re a smart dude Maverick so I’ll cut the shit so long as you can keep it on the down low.”
I nodded. “You know I can, and I will, brother. I want this shit to work and I get it, the optics could be bad, you lettin’ me have a hand in the deciding.”
“That’s why I’m standing here and not my pops. Not that the optics are much better,” he muttered.
“Straight up, brother, I would avoid bringing in anyone from the east coast,” I said. “They’re good dudes out that way, but the P.N.W. isn’t their speed. We’re mellower out my way. East coast dudes tend to be wound tighter than a goddamn Timex and are liable to spring when shit doesn’t go their way. You feel me?”
“I do know