Edge Of Darkness (Arrow's Edge MC #2) - Freya Barker Page 0,29
for him to arrive, I make a quick stop in my apartment to grab a shower. It pisses me off that the scent of Lissie clinging to my skin is now covered by the smell of sewage.
She’d been dead to the world when I set the coffee on the floor beside the mattress. She was on her stomach; her face turned my way, cheeks slightly squished, forcing her lush lips open. What I wouldn’t have given to crawl in beside her, but unfortunately with a tenant panicking with an overflowing toilet, I didn’t have time. I did, however, take a minute to pull away the sheet bunched up at her waist to take in her generous, very naked ass underneath. Made up my mind right then, next time I’d take her from behind.
The memory of her taste and those lush curves has me palm my reawakened cock and seek some relief. It’s not the same as the real thing, but it’ll tide me over until she gets home.
I’m just in time to meet the plumber outside unit three and let him in, glad to hand off that problem. Tse is just pulling in when I walk back to the office. I’d almost forgotten we have a couple more units to outfit with new windows.
“You draw the short end again?” I ask when he gets off his bike.
“Nah, Wapi’s better with the kids than I am. I volunteered.” I already know what’s coming next and brace myself. “Besides, wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to check out that sweet ass again.”
Tse isn’t much older than me and has been a brother for over twenty years. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to plant my fist in his face at his taunting. I know that’s what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it. Always poking. So instead of giving him the reaction he wants, I force a smile on my face.
“Sweet doesn’t do that ass justice. You have no idea.”
I immediately turn and walk toward the small storage unit where I keep my tools. I hear his boots follow.
“Lucky fucker,” I hear him grumble behind me, and I don’t make any effort to hide the smug grin on my face when I turn.
“Yes, I am.”
Without interruptions—other than the plumber letting me know he fixed the problem in three—we get all three windows installed before the tenant comes home. The door will have to wait until tomorrow, so with one more unit to go after this, we’ll need two days to get this job done.
Tse offers to come back both days, which is fine by me; we work well together. Always have.
When he’s gone I store the tools, quickly wash up in my bathroom, and put on clean clothes before heading out to the seniors’ home. I take my truck, because after seeing Momma I plan to grab a few things at the City Market, and getting groceries on a bike is a pain in the ass.
With Momma being the amazing cook she was, I never really had the motivation to expand on the few convenient dishes she taught me to make. One is bacon-wrapped meatloaf and roasted vegetables, so that’s what I’m cooking for Lissie. Seems like a safe choice since discovering she likes her meat as much as I do.
Nosh is sitting at the small table in Momma’s room when I walk in. Momma isn’t here.
“Where is she?”
“Fucking dance classes. Can you believe it? Momma? Never wanted to set foot on a dance floor, and now she’s fucking twinkle-toes.”
I bust out laughing at his disgruntled face.
“She any good?”
“Fuck no. Couldn’t stand to watch for more than five seconds. If she had any sense she’d be mortified.”
I get it. It’s a tough pill to swallow when not only does your loved one not recognize you, but you also no longer recognize them either. It’s a loss. A goodbye when they haven’t even left yet.
“Was she smiling?” I ask, and his eyes narrow on me.
“Yes.”
I don’t say anything else but hold my father’s gaze until he finally looks away.
“Fuck.” It’s rare he uses his voice. He never was able to enunciate words well, so he doesn’t bother. This one I understood clearly.
I sink down in Momma’s chair.
“What’s with the piece?” he asks, and I tamp down my irritation at his choice of words. Nosh is old-school, and other than Momma, and maybe Luna, he’s never shown a particularly high regard for women. Something I’m ashamed to admit I haven’t done much of either.