will never wear it unless you’re with me when I do.”
He held his pinky up and I hooked mine around it.
“Thank you,” he said.
“What if I wear panties?”
“What?”
“If I wear panties, can I wear it without being with you?”
“Jesus, fuck, are you not wearing panties?”
“The man catches on,” I murmured, and his hand went immediately between my legs.
“Soaked.”
“Well, if you didn’t touch it, it wouldn’t respond.”
“Bullshit,” he retorted with a grin. “Bend over the sofa.”
“Get a towel before we start,” I ordered.
He walked into the kitchen, and I bent over the couch, sliding my skirt up over my hips and spreading my legs. He dropped two towels over the back of the sofa and smacked my bottom. “Wider.”
I spread more and gripped the arm of the couch for balance. I heard the clang of his belt as he undid it, and then he was inside of me. I groaned as he buried himself so deep, he nearly touched my womb.
Sliding his hand between my legs, he fingered my clit while he slammed into me, and I continued to hold onto the sofa. This time, his climax came before mine, and I knew this because he bit my shoulder gently and let out a grunt before his cock pulsed inside of me.
Because he was always generous, he continued to work my clit, still buried deep and I dropped my head back as a gentle but thorough orgasm rolled through me.
I swallowed, licking my lips as I leaned back against Aero. “Holy crap,” I rasped.
He kissed the nape of my neck and slid out of me, grabbing the towels and slipping one between my legs, while cleaning up with the other.
“I’m gonna need panties now,” I informed him as I held the towel against my pussy.
He grinned. “I’ll allow it.”
“Oh, you’ll allow it?”
“Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Want me to grab them?”
“No, I’m good. I’ll be right back.”
I cleaned up as quickly as I could and met Aero by the front door where he slid a coat over my shoulders and took me out on a proper date.
Aero
I ARRIVED AT Monumental High North just after eleven a.m. and parked around back. I showed up before the usual lunch-time rush, when I knew the client traffic would be light, as I wanted to deal with this matter as quickly and quietly as possible. If I did expose the skimmer, things could get physical and the last thing I needed was for some chucklehead stoner to walk in on me putting the screws to some guy while looking for the bong aisle.
Truth be told, I also hated going to any of the club’s dispensaries. I had no problem with how the Howlers earned money but was in the solid minority of members who did not get high. Hell, it felt like the entire state of Colorado was puff, puff, passing, and I was happy to let them pass me right on by. I wasn’t a prude or anything, I just didn’t like weed. Maybe it’s because I’m a control freak, or because it tended to make me paranoid, but getting loaded just didn’t appeal to me. In fact, even more than the negative effects marijuana had on me, I hated the smell of it. I know some people love it, but to me pot smoke stinks like a skunk soaked in cat piss that’s been set on fire. Even though I drank, some of my club brothers had taken to calling me “Straight Aero” for my lack of love of the bud.
Once inside, the doorman checked my ID and I was immediately greeted by a friendly young budtender who introduced himself as Turnip.
“Let me know if I can hook you up with a specific strain or if you need any help at all, man,” he said, flashing me a glassy-eyed grin.
“Is Ken here?” I said, in an “all business” tone.
“Oh, yeah, bro. Kenny’s in the office. You want me to tell him you’re here?”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll tell him,” I said and started toward the office.
“Um, oh, wow. Lemme just—” Turnip stammered as he made a half-hearted attempt to block my path.
“Look here,” I said, pointing to the patch on my cut. “You see that?”
Turnip nodded.
“The Howlers own this place, so think of this patch as an all-access pass. You understand?”
Turnip nodded faster.
“Good,” I said, pushing past him.
I opened the office door, without knocking, to find the shop’s manager sitting at his desk talking on his cell phone.
“Hey, lemme call you back,”