sometimes that is the difference between life and death.
I have someone to come home to now.
I have a woman who needs some fucking help. I might not know exactly how I can help her but I know deep in my fucking gut that she needs something only I can give her.
The roads are quiet as we weave through the town and it only makes the unease in my gut grow.
We get to the state lines and find Thorn waiting there to see us through safely. We’ve only had to use him once to run interference but it was fucking handy to have and the day that Thorn leaves the force and patches in, Coldstone PD ain't gonna know what's hit it. He raises one finger from the steering wheel in a salute and I nod my head as we pass through, the rest of the roads clear as we move.
We’re on the road for a solid ten hours, only stopping for gas and food.
We sleep at a shitty motel on the side of the highway. I’m convinced I’ll be walking outta here with fleas and Hellion refuses to get out of the truck. He just puts the seats back as far as they’ll go and passes out half sitting up. I’m jealous of him but he pulls rank on me when I offer to swap out.
Asshole.
The first thing I do when I wake up is text Angel.
I no longer give a fuck if this makes me a cuntstruck idiot, I’m twitchy as all hell about leaving her when my skin is fucking crawling in warning.
Something is going to happen.
I just need to keep my fucking eyes open and my mind on the fucking job.
I slept in your bed last night. I dreamt about you instead of the other stuff.
Hawk is snoring exactly half a foot away from where I’m laying on this shitty single bed so I will not be thinking about those words coming outta that magic mouth of hers, the one that can swallow every fucking inch of me right down to her throat and sucks down every drop of my cum like she needs it to fill her belly.
Fuck.
Take the night off. Stay in my bed and spend the day fucking yourself on my sheets. I want to come home to the smell of your pussy all over them.
King gets up and hits the bathroom first, grunting like he’s fucking dying or something. Hawk is still snoring through everything and Diesel is out on the last shift of keeping watch.
I think for a minute she’s going to ignore my demands but then my phone pings.
I can’t take the night off but I hope this will do.
She’s sent through a photo of her fingers buried in her pussy, her black panties pushed down to her knees and the black fabric of my hoodie pushed up her belly. Fuck, I want a video of her fingers pumping in and out of her sweet, honey lips and the soft fucking mewling sounds she makes right before she comes.
King stomps through the room, yelling out, “I’m going for a fucking coffee, get your asses moving. Hawk! Wake up, asshole, we’re not at fucking Disney.”
Well, if that doesn’t chase the fantasy away nothing will.
Wear the black lace when I get home. Wrap that pussy of yours up like a present for me to open because it’s all I fucking want.
Another full day of riding before we make it to the drop off point in Montana and I’m fucking convinced by the time we get there that something is going on back home. This feeling can’t be for nothing but the roads are clear and there’s nothing out of the ordinary the whole fucking way.
I mute my phone as we get into Monarch.
The drop is happening in the national park, lots of cover and remote enough for the buyers to be happy about it happening in a different spot. King picked it and only the men here tonight knew where we’re heading.
We arrive first, that’s all part of the plan, but the curse is screaming to me at this point. I almost wanna power my phone back on and start fucking calling, work my way through the list to know my family is fucking safe.
I’m sick to death of these fucking cunts.
When I swing off of my hog I glance over to Hawk and decide that tonight is going to fucking hell. His face gives away nothing but he only locks down that