Page 18 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

A motorcycle revved.

Yeah, I was in for another long day.

Chapter Six

Spike

Itriedtostayfocused.

Truly.

Honestly.

Also impossible.

All day I kept glancing over to the wall.I’d washed off the cum and scrubbed it clean, but I was sure customers could tell.Smell it in the air.See it all over my face.The Cheshire cat grin I couldn’t hide.Yeah, forgetting wasn’t at all in the realm of possibilities.

My ass was sore.

In all the best ways.

So yeah, forgetting Bookstore Dude and his magical cock wasn’t likely to happen.And to think, I hadn’t even seen it.Part of me felt that was a deficiency that needed to be rectified.Part of me swore I’d never seen him again.

Yeah, and part of me was laughing at all of it.Of course I’d find a way to see him again.And if groveling was required to have a repeat, I was okay with that.Or I could goad him again.That’d been quite successful.

Kendra was my last customer of the day.The story she gave me was convoluted, but her estranged father was trying to buy his way back into her life after a prolonged absence and had bought her a Kawasaki.She thought it was cute, but wanted to trade it in for a Harley.

Her brother was furious about all of this and wanted her to sell the motorcycle immediately and never ride one again.Since she was twenty-one, she didn’t have to listen to Noel.Where did I fit in?She wanted me to spruce up the bike and sell it for her.Taking a commission, of course.

I had no qualms about that.She’d be responsible for coming up with the difference in price or, if she bought an old bike in need of repairs, paying for me to do the work.Any way I looked at it, I did well.

As I met the glare of a furious Noel, I reconsidered how much money I’d be making versus the hassle involved.His coloring was identical to his sister’s and Bookstore Dude’s.Blond hair, blue eyes.Only he was about six inches shorter than me.About Dickens’s height.

Wrong thought.

Kendra was tall.As tall as her brother, only she wore boots with a heel, so she topped him by an inch.That just seemed to piss him off more.

“If you could just sell the Kawasaki, that would be great.”Noel’s contribution.

“And find me a Harley,” Kendra added.

He fixed his glare on his sister.“I told you, that’s not happening.Do you understand how dangerous these machines are?Aunt Lucille used to refer to riders asorgan donors.Do you know what that means?”

Kendra rolled her eyes.“Aunt Lucille is ancient.Things are much safer now.”

“Be respectful.She was a trauma nurse for thirty years.She knows of what she speaks.”

I rolled my eyes.“Kendra and I signed the paperwork earlier today.Unless you can prove she’s not capable of making her own decisions, it’s a done deal.”

“She has seven days to withdraw from the contract.”

“That’s right.”I scratched my cheek.“Shehas the right.Not you.She’s of legal age.Checked her ID.”And had run a check to ensure she was the legal owner of the Kawasaki.She was.

“I’m going to make you regret this.”Noel’s tone was low and menacing.

Kinda hot.

“Do your best.”I exuded a confidence I didn’t feel.Kendra and Noel were Mission City born and bred.They could both do a lot to damage a newcomer’s reputation.

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