Page 25 of Gold Rush
“I’ll do anything for you, and not because I owe you something. I just want to make you happy.”
Goldie was already happy just being with the guy. But knowing he wouldn’t be the only one trying to make it work meant the world to him. “Well, then, we should get dressed and get back. I have a street to walk.”
“I hate that,” he said as Goldie moved.
“I know. But it’s for a good cause.”
They drove back smiling and laughing together, singing songs from one of Goldie’s favorite playlists and basically ending their date on a high that he hoped he could keep up for a long time.
When Dean checked in for work, Goldie left him with a long kiss at the doors to the kitchen. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Come see me when you get back. I worry about you guys.”
“I will. No problem.”
Another kiss, and he headed up the stairs and found Haze outside his room, pulling his pants out of the crack of his ass.
“Wedgie?”
“These tight fucking pants Abs has me wearing, I swear to God.”
As Goldie laughed, Abs came around the corner and sneered, “You two are the worst of all of you! Stop complaining!”
“Abs, I cannot keep walking around with my pants and underwear crawling up my ass! It’s making me nuts!”
“It’s a thong! It’s supposed to crawl up your ass!”
Goldie tried to back away, but Abs’s hand reached out and snatched his shirt, pulling him back over. “You’re not getting away that easily. I have your clothes in there.”
Slumped shoulders leading him, he went into Haze’s room, and there were gold leggings, white knee-high leather boots and a gold mesh top. “No fucking way. No way.”
Leaving the room to see the two still arguing, he butted in to tell Abs, “That is the most ridiculous outfit I’ve ever seen, baby boy. I’m not wearing that.”
“Goldie! Please! I am running out of ideas!”
“Why do we have to wear different shit every night?” Haze asked him. “I mean, we’re changing up the Johns’ clothes and hats and stuff, not ours.”
Abs deflated and said, “You’re right. I think I’m investing too much in this, like…like we’re playing parts, like on the weekends here.”
Goldie picked him off his feet and kissed his forehead before placing him back on his feet. “You’re okay, baby. I love you. You can do no wrong. Except that outfit.”
“I’m taking off the thong,” Haze said and disappeared into his bedroom.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be pushy.”
“It’s okay. Just get the others into more comfortable hooker clothes.”
The color drained from his face. “Oh, hell. I need to stop Mims before he tries to get into that corset!”
He took off at a full run, and Goldie chuckled to himself.
They did their night on the street, but things were getting much more intense. Other men were stopping and offering the exorbitant amounts they were asking to get rid of the regular Johns on the street. Goldie had a suspicion the pimp was trying to get the guys out of the street and somewhere private.
He ran down the street two blocks to where Hippy and Haze were. Only Haze was there.
“Where’s Hip?”
“Talan just picked him up. Why?”
