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“Ew,” Pops says, looking grossed the hell out. To be fair, we all are.
“Is it a one off ride, or a long term ride?” Mad Dog asks. Pops gives him the side eye, frowning, “What? It’s good to know the rules,” he grumbles under his breath.
“Oh, it can be as long a time as you like,” Mira grins.
We turn to Nat, waiting with bated breath. Even Dima, who seems to have no expression at all, is leaning forward, waiting for her answer.
Nat takes a deep breath, “Ride. With ear plugs.” She grins.
“Good work around,” Remy says, the rest of us women nodding in agreement.
“Oh, I want to go next!” Ana waves her hand in the air. “Sasha, this one’s for you,” she has a glint in her eye as she stares at her best friend. “He looks like Jason Momoa, but he has an aggressively unkempt bush. That he refuses to manscape.”
“Jesus,” Lovely whispers and it makes me snort laugh because, I mean, it’s Lovely. She shared a little about her background with me today, and she’s told me she has faith, but doesn’t really feel the same way about religion as she once did. So for her to be using Jesus’ name, well, shit.
“How aggressive are we talking?” All heads whip toward Mad Dog, and I can see the glint in Pops’ eye as he moves to open his mouth. “It’s for research purposes!” Mad Dog barks before Pops can even say anything.
“Yeah, what he said,” Sasha agrees, waving in Mad Dog’s direction.
“Thick, black, hard to locate the peen.”
“Holy shit,” one of the other women whisper. I’m not too sure which one, my eyes are on Sasha as he looks green around the gills.
“Blyat, hard pass you asshole.”
Ana bursts into laughter, leaning over Dima to slap Sasha wherever she can reach. “Yeah OK, asshole,” she replies.
“Oh, oh, I have one for Mad Dog!” Pops smirks in Mad Dog’s direction. Mad Dog’s eyes narrow and he nods at Pops, doing the “bring it on” motion with his hands. “Beautiful, stacked with all natural breasts, long legs, gorgeous figure. Super interested in you.”
“But?” Mad Dog raises a brow.
“But she makes you wear a bell so you can’t sneak up on people and she puts you on a diet for your diabetes.”
“I don’t have fucking diabetes!” Mad Dog roars, lunging for Pops who is up and darting away a lot damn quicker than a man of his age should.
“Is it always like this?” Dima asks me.
“I have no idea, I’m new,” I shrug.
He holds my gaze for a beat too long, his brows furrowing briefly and his eyes narrowing. I swear they change color too, but that would be weird, right?
“You’re safe while you’re with people you trust,” he murmurs, giving me a small smile.
“Uh, thanks,” I return his smile, but the way he worded that sounded odd.
I roll his sentence over in my mind a little, and then decide to let it go. He has a thick accent and maybe he just got his words mixed up.
“Who wants to blow something up?” Chewy says abruptly.
We all look at each other in silence, before hands start shooting up all over the room.
“Now that’s the kind of getting to know you we like!” Pops claps his hands, rubbing them together.
“Choice of weapon can tell you a lot about a person,” Sasha agrees.
“Anyone got a rocket launcher?” I joke, to get the ball rolling.
“Ooohhh, a woman with taste! I like it!” Chewy says, grinning at me, her gaze flicking to mine briefly before dancing away.
