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She’s coming home soon for a week.
Ever since he’d run into Gloria, the thought hadn’t left his mind. Yet Chrissy had made herself crystal clear when she’d gotten onto that plane. They were done.
They’d had a brief and glorious affair he'd remember well into his twilight years. That was a lovely thought. He would sit on the veranda of an old folks home, waiting for the Grim Reaper to deliver him from the flesh as he pined for Chrissy.
He lay on his bed in his tiny apartment in the back nine of the Hades Spawn clubhouse. It made sense to live there. He didn’t have to drive to work since the club occupied the back lot of Central Valley Bike Repair’s lands. A half-dozen steps brought him to the back door of the shop, and on top of that the entire property was fenced and wired with a monitored security system. He was safer there than most places, which was why he’d accepted Luke's generous offer to stay in one of the clubhouse’s micro-apartments.
But thoughts of Chrissy did to him tonight what they always did. They filled his head with visions of her, and they left his cock greedy with desire that refused to leave him alone.
Hell, it had been a while since his cock had stirred, but soon it was a pole stiff as a soldier and needing attention. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and a single drift of his hand over the bulge of his pants was enough of a push.
He withdrew his hand and unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his underwear onto his thighs. He sprang free, and with a slick of lube in his palm he wrapped his fingers around himself. His fingers slid along the flesh of his shaft, reminding him of Chrissy’s hands on his cock. Back and forth he pulled, and allowed himself to descend into the fantasy of Chrissy touching him. His mind conjured an image of her splaying her hands against his broad chest and looking at him like he was a dessert she was dying to devour. Saks palmed the head of his cock, pulling on it, and then glided his hand in downward then upward strokes, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
In his mind, Chrissy took his rod into her mouth. Her lips stretched into a dusky pink “o” around him, and her tongue played with the underside of his cock. He looked down on her as Chrissy worked his cock in and out of her tender mouth. He moaned, remembering her blonde hair flashing on her shoulders and her caramel eyes shining, because at this moment he was her utter slave.
He groaned at the rolling buildup of his release. Saks put both hands on his shaft, now encasing it with heat and the slickness of the lube. God, he wanted her. He wanted her trembling body beneath him, the sizzle of sliding into her, the look of raw pleasure on her face as he thrust hard and wild into her. He wanted to watch how her mouth opened and let out lengthy moans as she climbed to her peak, calling for him to take her harder, faster, and the thrashing of her head when she came. He rammed into her, making her his, searing her from the inside with his want and desire, marking her with the claim of his heart.
His cock throbbed in his hand and Saks found himself reaching the precipice. The woman was gorgeous, and with his eyes closed he could nearly see her looking over her shoulder as he took her from behind and—
Saks’ phone rang.
“Fuck!”
He should have turned the damned thing off. The phone stopped, and he relaxed. Then it started up again.
Saks tried a few more strokes, but his enthusiasm had waned. If he’d come to the point of no return it would have been a different story.
He reached for the phone on his nightstand as he cursed.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Saks,” Oakie greeted, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What?” he said. His voice was as rough as a scrubbing pad. His erection withered, but Oakie’s voice was a far cry from Chrissy’s.
“Holy good night. Who forgot to put the whiskey in your coffee?” Oakie rumbled.
“I was sleeping.”
“Must be nice. Sorry. I need you to go to the hospital and pick up Hawk. I’m busy, and no one else is available.”
“Isn’t it kinda late in the day to release him?” Saks asked.
“Yeah. Like I said, I’ve been busy. He’s been waiting a few hours.”
Damn. If Oakie had called earlier he’d have been able to pick him up instead of going to the Red Bull.
Beer spilled on the floor, Saks, he told himself. “Sure. Not a problem.”
“Great. He’ll be waiting for you.”
He damn well better be. “Later.” He clicked off the call, thoroughly exasperated with the interruption. But, then again, it just was unhealthy to ruminate over Chrissy. He had to get the woman out of his mind, once and for all.
He cleaned up, climbed into his beater car, and headed toward Hartford to pick up Hawk. Perhaps he could score a pizza while there. There were great places on Franklin Street, and he hadn’t been in some time.
Yeah, he’d been eating healthy.
Beer, burgers, wings, and pizza had been his staples living at the clubhouse, since he couldn’t cook and otherwise had no one to look after him. It sucked, and was far from what he expected for his life right now. For a guy used to living hard and fast, he had turned into a late-bloomer.
“Fuck,” he snapped as he drove the car past the reservoir where he’d picked up his speeding ticket nearly two months before. Defending against that, plus the co-pay on his hospital bills, set him back in the savings department. That bend reminded him of how annoying his life had become.
Was it the ache in his shoulder, or the restlessness of his cock that bothered him? Or was it the hole in his heart left by one golden-haired goddess who didn’t have to use a firearm to shoot?
He pulled into the parking lot and found a space close to the entrance.
Saks asked at the desk where Hawk’s room was. Given he’d been in the hospital for a month, it had been unfortunate that Saks didn’t know which room to go to, but he’d just done what he’d been told. He’d stayed away.
Finding the elevator, he got on and tucked his hands into his pockets as the doors began to close.
“Hold the elevator!”
Saks risked his good hand by sticking in between the doors, half-expecting them to continue and crush his hand. It would’ve been par for the course. Instead, they slid open, along with the drop of his jaw.
Chrissy stared back at him with wide eyes.
“Saks?” she said.
The doors started to close again, and Saks intervened one more time. “Are you coming in, or do you want the next one?”
“No, no. Don’t be silly. Of course.” She stepped forward. He stepped back. Saks felt as if they were doing some sort of dance.
“Is everything okay?” he said.
“Yeah, fine. My dad had heart surgery today. I’m going to the ICCU to see him.”
“When did you get in?” he asked. Chrissy’s perfume filled the tiny space, and he tried to ignore the pounding of his heart against his chest.
“This morning. I just got here. Hassle at the car rental place.”
“Oh? What happened to your Cadillac?”
“In storage in New York. I didn’t expect to be back here so soon.”
“How’s the job going?”
“Good. Good. I need, um, floor four, please.”
In a hurry, Saks tapped the button. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Saks stared at Chrissy, and his cock stirred in his jeans. Damn, he just didn’t need this right now.
But he sure needed her. His wayward dick was telling him that right now. Especially since Chrissy seemed to edge closer to him. Her brown eyes were dark, irises widened, and nostrils flared. Maybe she tried to act aloof, but there was no denying her body was telling her something different from what her head was.
“How long are you going to be here?”
“About a week.”
“Can we get together? You know, catch up?”
“I, I,” she stammered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said too strongly.
“Well, there is something wrong with me,” he said.
“What?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Her head turned, but he could see from the halted rise and fall of her shoulders that her breath had hitched.
“Chrissy,” he said gently.
The elevator stopped, and the door opened.
“I’ve got to go.” She stepped out.
Impulsively, Saks followed her. In the back of his mind the thought rumbled that he’d always follow her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. Her voice rose almost, it seemed, in panic.
“Nothing—yet,” he said. He stepped closer, and she didn’t move away. “But I would like to.”
He watched her face with her beautiful eyes, and her pink mouth, and the cheekbones that didn’t quit, and she seemed frozen between the thought to flee and to give in.
