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It wasn’t my thing, but it made her happy and so I was all for it.

I cleaned up after dinner and loaded up the dishwasher. By the time all that was done, I was nursing my second beer and wrestling with myself on if I should do what I wanted to do which was stay in my bed with her, or if I should do the gentlemanly thing and put my big ass on my couch in the living room.

My phone went off on the kitchen counter, and I shook the water off my hands and dried them off pretty quick with a kitchen towel to see what was up.

It was the club’s group chat.

Chainsaw: How’s your lady?

Saint: Get outta my head, bro. I was just gonna ask that.

Bennie: Probably passed out. That was a lot of heavy shit for just getting out of the hospital.

La Croix: Will you let the damn man answer?

Axe: He will eventually if he’s not busy tappin’ that ass – which shit, man. You need to tap that ass. You didn’t say she was so pretty.

Saint: Jesus Christ, Axe.

Axe: What? You know you were thinkin’ it.

Collier: It’s a far cry from fuckin’ thinkin’ it to sayin’ it out loud, let alone taking the time to type all that shit out!

Axe: So?

Louie: He nut punches you the next time he sees you, it’s your own damn fault.

Cypress: He ain’t answerin.’ Let the man alone.

Me: I’m here you chuckle fucks. Was just cleaning up from dinner. She’s doing alright. Showered and comfortable, watching some girly-as-fuck show. Tired, hurting, but okay. Thanks for giving a fuck and checking in – and Axe, best not be thinkin’ about how and when I fuck my woman. That’s pervy as fuck. ??

La Croix: Good deal. Glad she’s doing alright.

Louie: You need help getting your place squared away, I got tomorrow off.

Bennie: Yeah, same. I ain’t got nothing going on.

Cypress: I’m fishin’. Sorry.

Chainsaw: You want help with that bike of yours, holler. I’m not good with putting ladies’ things away.

Collier: You can count on me.

La Croix: I can bring Alina by if you want.

Me: I’ll let you guys know – party on for me tonight. Sorry I can’t be there.

La Croix: It’s no worries. You handle your business. We’re straight.

Me: Thanks.

The boys all put in their two cents and the chatter sort of kept on to where I muted the notifications for the time being on the chat.

I left my phone charging in the kitchen and went back to my room where I found my Fable drowsing, her show still going.

It wasn’t a hard decision. I got back into bed, set my beer aside, and cuddled my woman. She looked like she could use the contact.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

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