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“Everything’s fine. Well, if you don’t count the alligator we ran into.” I let out a laugh and so did Mouse. “Can you bring Bridget over when you come?”
I thought about it for a minute. I wondered if he was going to ride his bike here. It was a bit cold, but some of us didn’t give a shit about that.
“You ridin’ over?” I asked before he could get a word out.
He chuckled, the sound of it ringing in my ear.
I guessed it was clear that I didn’t want her on the back of anyone else’s bike. Especially when she hadn’t even been on mine yet.
“Taking one of the SUVs, brother. Too fucking cold.”
“Good,” I said. “I’ll call her and have her meet you out front.”
“No problem.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and hit end. Before I could think better of it, I was calling her phone.
“What?” she answered in an almost whine. “I was having this good dream about eating ice cream.”
I chuckled because that was kind of cute.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I was eating it off of you,” she said and damn if her words didn’t shoot straight to my cock.
“Uh.” I cleared my throat trying to find something else to focus on. “Get dressed. Mouse is going to bring you over here. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Okay,” she replied and I could hear her moving around.
Something about the fact that she didn’t ask questions made me smile. It told me that she had some trust with me. Maybe it was blind trust, but I was still going to take it.
“Meet him out front in fifteen minutes.”
“You mean I could have slept for ten more minutes?” she grumbled.
“Sorry, Bridge, wasn’t sure how much time you’d need and I didn’t want you to get pissed at me because I didn’t give you enough.”
“I forgive you, for now. You can make it up to me later… with your tongue. See you in a bit.”
The call disconnected before I could say anything else. Which was probably a good thing because my tongue was currently tied and my mind was stupidly blank.
Not even twenty minutes later, Mouse pulled up to the gate. They both hopped out of the car and Bridget leaned against the side door as Mouse came walking up to me.
“She’s pretty fucking funny,” he said slapping me on the back.
“Yeah,” I replied with a shrug as I eyed him.
“No worries, brother,” he said, his lips tipped up in a knowing smirk. “Not trying to get up on yours.”
“No, it’s—”
“Not like that,” he said cutting me off. “Sure.” He rolled his eyes at me like there was no way he believed that. “Get the fuck outta here.”
And so I did.
“Come on,” I said as I slipped my hand into hers and kept walking.
“Sure,” she said and I could tell she was just playing.
