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Strung the fuck out after a night spent on the phone with Luxe’s orgasms ringing in his ear and covered in his own pleasure, his cock sore and his right hand with a case of carpal tunnel Grinder was useless at work the next day.

She had a ravenous appetite did his little thief.

He didn’t know the transformation he’d feel for caring about one person, wanting to go above and beyond to see them happy. He just didn’t have it in his wheelhouse to know how that felt pounding his heart against the thin wall of his chest, how it would be until it happened.

He sat on a stool inside the garage yawning his head off. Scratching his scalp under his beanie hat he leaned against the cinder block wall listening to the sounds around him, while he checked out the inside of his eyelids.

Fuck this long-distance thing was wearing on his libido. Not that he hated getting his girl off. She’d needed him and he’d done his job the best as he could over the phone, even as he’d contemplated how quickly he could hop a plane last night. If he could have been with her in an hour he would have been there licking her pleasure with his tongue.

“Why the fuck does he get to nap when he’s done fuck-all all day?” he caught alongside the whir of a drill. If Grinder was at full speed he’d rush off his stool and headbutt Snake. As it was he stayed right where he was. That shit was going on the tally.

“He’s missing his woman.” Offered an amused Preacher. That shitbag could never keep his trap shut. “Got a case of the mopes.” No fucker moped like Preacher, Grinder could have said, he was a sap when Ruby was working late. Grinder had even heard them facetime in those weird as fuck voices.

That was an idea, maybe he could facetime Luxe later. Ask her to show him what color undies she was wearing. Like a giant perv he was.

“Jesus Christ, what is it with you all? I can’t take all this soap opera drama, man. It’s a fucking buzz kill. I’m disgusted in all you, just so you know.” Scoffed Snake. Grinder heard the scuff of his friend’s boots as he trekked across the garage floor and then back again. He was too tired to peel his eyes open to see what everyone was doing. “I mean, shit, you’re all dropping like flies, what happened to the good old days?”

“They grew up.” Interjected Capone. His rich accent amused. “We aren’t in college no more,papi. Besides, Preacher was getting too old for daily hook ups, he’s got those bad hips.” Once over Preacher would have told Capone to fuck off for that kind of insult, but now that he was wifed the fuck up he just laughed. Grinder smiled to himself. Shit, maybe Capone was right. It was easy to get entombed in the whole MC life, booze, bitches and crime. No one joins an MC and expects tea and cookies. Certain criteria came with the reputation and Grinder admitted in his first few years, of prospecting and then a fully-fledged member he did his fair share of hooking up with the groupies, if pussy was willing and available he tapped it. But it soon wore off, he didn’t become jaded so much as particular. And while some of the members still chased skirt like it was their goddamn job, he was never a slave to the sex.

Ahhh… what a turnaround, he thought. He was slaved in his woman, wasn’t he? Jesus. He fucked his own hand so much last night he was thinking of proposing to righty. And all because his girl was moaning for him to come for her. Man. He would have come hundred times over for her if his dry balls would have cooperated.

Adulting was a whole new ball game when you had only one woman you wanted to make happy.

Snake continued his tirade. “I think we need to take this chump out and get him back on the right track.” Grinder became slightly alert behind his heavy eyelids. “Shit is like a pandemic. One falls we all fall. Not on my watch, fuckers. G-man needs some variety pussy in his life. Have you seen the new groupies hanging around lately? Damn, man. Just bury me in those glorious fake tits. Look at just what one pussy is doing to him, asshat is knocked the hell-------”

Grinder stepped up off the stool so fucking fast he got a head rush, eyes pinning Snake like he hated the ground the man walked on. Talking about Luxe like that? Talking about her sweet fucking pussy like that? Only Grinder could think, talk and worship about her pussy, no one else. “The shit you just say?”

“Oh boy.” Whistled Preacher all too entertained as he leaned against the trunk of the Camaro he was fixing. “Sit down, Cap, this should be good. We got a pan and brush to sweep up the crumbs Snake leaves behind? We’ll haveta call his kids, tell them daddy ain’t coming home any time soon.” Capone belted out a laugh.

“Just saying, man. Shit is getting out of control.” Smirked Snake, needling Grinder deliberately and Grinder saw it and still his vision was flashing red. Dummy didn’t know when to wind that neck of his in, did he?

“Well just un-fucking-say it and stop talking of pussy before I break your skull.”

Snake huffed but wisely kept his trap shut. Grinder grabbed his overalls, yanking them on over his boots and jeans and got to work.

“I saw them again this morning.” Grinder confided to Preacher later in the week. He didn’t have to say whotheywere. It was all that had been topic of conversation lately. Preacher glared. “Where?”

“Parked at the end of my street when I came out. Weren’t trying to hide either.”

“Fuckers.”

Yeah. Grinder agreed. But now this shit was bothering him more than irritation. It meant they hadn’t given up whatever it was they were watching him for.

“I was going to head down to see Luxe this week but I don’t want them tailing me. Don’t want them anywhere near her.” Protective rage rose through the thin wall of his chest, making his heart bang out of control at the thought of them having eyes on her as well. As far as she was aware she said she hadn’t been followed anywhere. With any luck, the Russian’s only had eyes on him. Until then he wouldn't take chances with her safety.

The duality of craving to be with Luxe and wanting to guard her at all costs even if it meant having her in New Mexico and him here wasn’t lost on him. He was so fucking conflicted he wanted to punch something. But his overall gut feeling was telling him his dick could chill the fuck out until this died down, he wanted Luxe out of harm's way.

I’m part of her life now, she’s not getting rid of me.

He could go a little longer without seeing her if it meant she was safe.

“Bring it up at the table, brother. Something needs to be done about this and soon. We have the other chapters in town next week for the anniversary. No time like the present to clean house of Commies, am I right?” he flashed his teeth in a grin and held out his fist. Grinder chuckled hitting Preach’s fist with his own, his buddy did enjoy a good honest brawl.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

“I want an almond latte as big as my purse and ... Hawk. I’ll take a side order of him, please.” - Gia Marinos.

“Bottom line is; Rex is a piece of shit which we already knew.” The whole table of members laughed. Hawk not holding his punches as he reported in from Austin on speakerphone.

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