Page 6 of Kylo
Literally, as soon as that closed, York and Dixon’s guests also made their way downstairs. They were still in last night’s club dresses and their old makeup.
The old man looked between them, mouth falling open.
“There’s coffee and danishes in the kitchen, girls,” I told them, getting two smiles as they made their way through to get something to eat before they headed out.
“That offer for me, too? I’ve been cut off from coffee for three months.”
“Be my guest,” I offered, waving him toward the kitchen.
“Not entirely sure how to handle old men from across the street invading our clubhouse,” I admitted when he was out of earshot. “Figure it’s probably better to just let him hang instead of being pissed at us and calling the cops each time we make noise. What’s it hurt to let him eat some junk, drink some forbidden coffee, and look at pretty girls?”
“Exactly,” Velle agreed. “I’d want someone to give me the same adventure at that age.”
“Find everything okay?” I asked as Velle and I followed the others toward the back of the house.
“These girls were just telling me about the party last night,” the old man said. “Sounds like it was a good time.”
“It was, Mr.…”
“Doug. Just call me Doug.”
“Doug,” Velle repeated. “We are sorry if we kept your wife up.”
“Eh,” he said, waving a hand. “She likes having something to complain about. Any chance you have some… sugar?” He asked it the same way he would ask if we had any fucking crack or meth.
“Yeah, have at it,” I said, waving to the canister on the counter. “There’s cream in the fridge too.”
“Hey,” York’s voice called from the top of the stairs when he heard the women talking. “I thought I said I wanted to wake up with some pussy to… eat,” he finished as he came into view, his gaze landing on Doug.
Doug looked between York and the girls twice.
“Well, don’t let me stop you from getting a proper breakfast,” Doug said, making a surprised snort escape me.
“What is this?” York asked, looking at me.
“Our neighbor coming to say hi,” I told him, my tone heavy on the ‘We’ll talk about it later.’
“Doug,” he introduced himself, offering a hand.
“York,” York said, shaking the man’s hand.
“So, is this what you boys do?” Doug asked, trying not to spill his coffee.
“Here, sir, let me get that for you,” one of the girls, a blonde that I was pretty sure went to bed with Dixon, said, taking the mug from his hands.
“Well, that’s very kind of you,” Doug said, standing a little straighter, then made his way to the table.
“Can I get you a danish too?” she asked, putting her hand on the old man’s shoulder.
“Think we’re seeing a twenty-year-buried sex drive resurfacing,” Velle murmured.
“Cherry would be nice.”
“Coming right up.”
“The fuck?” York asked, hanging back as both the girls fussed over a very pleased Doug.
“He was coming over to bitch about the party. Then Caymen’s girl came down, tits out, and he decided to invite himself in instead of complaining.”
