The disgust on Sledge’s face is comical and I laugh as he coughs, trying not to gag on his own spit.
Mmm spit…now the image of my spit travelling down the length of Grinder’s cock is distracting me and I need to get back on track.
“We’re both adults, we both want it. Nobody’s getting hurt here…not without consent anyway.” I chance another glance behind me toward Grinder, lowering my eyes briefly and raising a pleased brow at the tent in his jeans.
Huffing, Sledge steps forward and rests a hand on each of my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye.
“I hate this, but I don’t have the right to tell you otherwise. Just don’t rub it in my face, yeah?”
“I won’t…” I pause and wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him and, as usual, he is almost stiffer than a board but I don’t care. It’s who he is and I’ll be privileged enough to know why someday. “But Iwillrub it inhisface.” I spit-laugh as I pull away and Sledge just shakes his head.
“You’re made for each other. Truly.” Huffing a laugh, he steps past me, then stabs Grinder in the chest with his finger. “Break my sister and I’ll break your dick.”
Grinder salutes him.
“Got it, VP.”
Just before Sledge makes it all the way out of the room, Grinder scoops me up and over his shoulder and smacks my arse. His shoulders are surprisingly comfortable.
“Okay, if we’re fucking, our first time has to be somewhere real good.”
Chapter Nineteen
Grinder
We didn’t fuck.
I mean, I could have fucked her, but sticking my dick inside her while she’s snoring felt creepy, even for me. The worst part was her telling me to go ahead and do it but she needed to sleep.
As honored as I was that she’d trust me while fully unconscious, I had to hard pass that scenario.
By the time I woke up this morning, spread eagle over the entire bed as per my usual, she was gone. She left a note, though, so that was nice.
Not as nice as my plans for breakfast with my tongue deep inside her pussy, but whatcha gonna do? Not cunnilingus, apparently.
“Are you even listening, Grinder?” I blink at the sound of Sledge’s hard tone and Boner snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry, was thinking about eating out Parker and got distracted.” The entire room groans with a few curses about sharing is not always caring. Sledge throws an empty juice boxat my face but the only reaction he gets from me is a wide—probably insufferable—grin.
“We had a deal not to throw that shit in my face.”
Says the man who just, literally, threw something at my face.
“I made no such promise, my brother.” I predict I’m gonna get punched in the nuts after Church.
“Let’s focus, shall we? This is important.” Hoops brings us all back to the topic like a good shepherd surrounded by a bunch of errant sheep. “What’s the last thing you heard, Grinder?”
“The part where Parker stabbed an O’something or other. Kinda got me hot.” I grab my crotch for visual confirmation but no one’s impressed with me.
“Right. Can you stay with us for the rest of the meeting or do you need some private time?” If I didn’t know that Hoops is being sarcastic, I would definitely take him up on a little self-love in the next room. His tone, however, is in direct contradiction to his words, so I’m going to be a model participant and listen.
“All good, Prez.” I lean back in my chair and take a sip of my energy drink while fighting back a tiny smirk. From across the table, Bear sees me and just shakes his head. He’s like our dad; eternally disappointed in our antics. Or maybe it’s just mine.
“From what Parker said, she hurt a few of those guys pretty badly, but it’s been months so we won’t get any information from hospitals or clinics.” Hoops rubs his face with both of his hands before sitting back in his chair and nodding to Sledge, who’s waving a couple of sheets of paper.
“She did draw a couple of portraits, though. I made photocopies so we can keep them with us in case we see anyone who fits the description while we’re out riding.” He throws the stack of papers in the middle of the table and we all help ourselves to the sketches.
A few whistles around the table confirm what I’m feeling as I take in the drawing.