Beautiful Moves(Shifting Steel Book 3)(14)

"That's rather ingenious. We are hard on furniture."

"Yeah, I can tell. This will stave off that college frat house look. I hope you like the stain I chose."

"It's a nice deep color," Wolf commented.

"It's used motor oil."

"Huh?" Char interjected.

Wolf was also curious.

"Hear me out. All the wood is replaceable. But what happens when you  can't find what stain was used. The replaced piece would look weird.  This way, the color is repeatable, and I'm sure you guys have more than  enough motor oil."

"True." Wolf smiled at Ella's zeal. The design was simple but had a  natural yet modern feel. "I like it. I really do. I think we can  maintain this."

"So, do you want to hear the price tag?" Ella asked.

"I'm not worried."

"You won't need a permit, and I'm more than capable of supervising the  contractors. I'm pretty hands on. That should help keep costs down."

"Ella, money is not a problem. You've got the truck along with several guys at your disposal."

"Are you sure?"

"Anything you need it's yours."

"Wow, okay, great. I'm glad you like it." Ella's smile was stunning.

Wolf nearly clutched his chest.



Ella

Ella nibbled on a piece of pizza crust as everyone chatted and joked.  The bikers were a rough and tumble group, but they were close knit. It  reminded her of her relationship with Sabine. Some people might have  been nervous around Wolf's crew, but Ella was more comfortable in this  group, than she had been in a long time.

"So, Cotton Tail, are you up for a drinking game?" Jericho asked.

She recalled he was the trouble maker. Though all the guys and girls  she'd met so far seemed to have a sense of humor and a rotten streak.

"Jericho, you're just pissed you didn't get a chance to see her drunk, the other night," Char retorted.

"Don't fall for it, Ella," Wolf warned.

"I know I'm small, but I can hold my booze pretty well."                       
       
           



       

"Yeah you can," Kayla interjected. "How many jello shots did you do the other night?"

"I don't know. You want to play a game. Sure, why not." Ella shrugged.

An hour later, Ella was ready to eat her words as they played the game  Cards Against Humanity. It was a fast-paced game that was so raunchy,  Ella spent half the time blushing. Anyone who's card wasn't picked had  to drink. It was seriously testing the boundaries of her metabolism.

"Ella, are you doing alright?" Wolf asked with a concerned look on his face.

Ella looked closely at Wolf. His dark wavy hair was in disarray, but it  looked totally natural on him. He shaved the stubble off his chin, and  Ella wanted to feel his cheek, to see how smooth it was. Her fingers  itched to rub away the crease in his brow.

"Princess, are you doing okay?" he repeated.

"Uh, yeah." Ella shook her head emphatically. "I'm good. Just all warm and yummy feeling."

"Yummy huh?" Wolf smiled. His firm lips looked delicious. "I think you're good for the night. I don't want you getting sick."

"I've never puked." Ella hiccupped and covered her mouth.

"I'm shocked she kept up," Tony spoke up, looking impressed.

"Sadly, I've practiced more than I should've."

"We all have. Do you want me to take you home?" Wolf asked.

Ella was tipsy, but she was having fun. Her quirky gift was behaving, so there was no reason to call it a night.

"The night is young. I'm good, I promise."

"I believe you. What do you want to do?"

Ella got a silly idea. It went right along with the rowdy card game they just played.

"How about we play truth or dare." Ella grinned.

She wanted to learn more about Wolf. This would be her chance.

"I like it," Char clapped.

"I get to go first," Ella insisted. "Wolf, truth or dare."

Wolf shook his head. He was obviously humoring her juvenile whim.

"Dare."

Ella frowned. She hadn't been prepared for that one. Now she had to come up with a dare.

"Well since your name is Wolf, act like a dog."

"It's not an act, Princess. I am a dog. Now do you want a big dog or a little one, like that killer of yours?"

"Both," Ella giggled.

Wolf slid off the sofa, onto his hands and knees. He snarled  convincingly at all the men, his shoulders stiff, as he strutted about,  like a bulldog. The guys started laughing when he lifted his leg and  pretended to piss on Vick.

"Bad dog," Vick growled in amusement as he shoved Wolf away.

Wolf crawled toward Ella and she went quiet. Seeing him on his hands and  knees in front of her, had her thinking things she had no business  dwelling on. He sat back on his knees, with his hands up, and yipped,  then panted with his tongue sticking out.

"You gonna hump her leg?" Jericho asked, making everyone laugh some more.

"Okay, that's enough," Ella snorted.

"I've seen all sorts of wild shit in this clubhouse, but I'm pretty sure  that's a first," Mark laughed. "Why didn't someone break out their  camera?"

"I've seen some of the sweet butts do a similar impression," Vick commented.

"My turn. Kayla truth or dare?" Mark turned toward the blonde.

"Truth."

"Tell us about your first kiss." Mark clearly had a thing for Kayla.

"Aw crap. It was embarrassing," Kayla groaned "I was fourteen, and had  this huge crush on a guy who rode my bus. One day I went over to his  house after school. I didn't know how to act. I was all excited and  nervous. I just knew something was going to happen. He sat down on the  couch, and as I approached him I tripped. My hand landed right between  his legs, near his crotch. I was so embarrassed. He leaned in and kissed  me. I was too stunned to do anything back except kneel there, like an  idiot. I ran all the way home afterwards."

Ella could sympathize. Something a bit more extreme had happened to her.  Unfortunately, she was so nervous, she launched her poor boyfriend  across the room, when he tried to lock lips with her. When he woke up,  she told him he slipped and passed out, then never talked to him again.

"Ella, truth or dare?" Char asked.

"Truth."

"When did you see your first cock?"

Ella choked, not expecting that question.

"Yes, tell us." Wolf smiled a wicked grin.

"Well do you want to know about the first penis or the testicles?" Ella blushed just saying the words out loud.

"Very clinical. How about both," Char teased.                       
       
           



       

"Okay. I can't believe I'm telling people this." Ella shook her head. "I  was eleven, and a girlfriend and I were riding our bikes to the pool in  our neighborhood. There was this old guy working on his car. He was  laying underneath it, wearing these outdated short shorts. Not a good  look on a man. Anyway, there was something hanging out of his shorts. I  stopped and stared at it, trying to figure out what the heck I was  looking at."

"Which was it?" Kayla leaned forward.

"My girlfriend and I rode on, then circled back around again. We  couldn't figure it out, and had to get a better look." Ella couldn't  repress her snort. "It looked like ground up hamburger meat, or a really  big wad of chewing gum," Ella broke down in laughter.

"Fucking hell! You were staring at some dirty old man's balls," Wolf roared in amusement.

"I know that now." Ella's cheeks heated.

"Okay, I have to hear the rest." Char wiped the tears from her eyes.

Ella tried to calm herself. She couldn't get too riled up or things  might get more interesting than they currently were. She took several  deep breaths before starting her next story.

"When I was twelve, my mom took me to a park. She was trying to be  healthy, so were going to go for a little hike. I think she felt guilty I  spent a lot of time home alone. We were only on the trail for a minute.  You could still see the entrance to the woods, so it's not like we were  at some remote location. We came across a guy sitting on a log. My mom  quickly started to push me past the guy, but it wasn't fast enough. I  noticed the guy was stroking a fleshy sausage. I wasn't ignorant, so I  knew what I was looking at. I just never expected it to look like a pink  turtle."

"Shut-up. You're killing me." Jericho slapped his thigh.

"It gets worse. My mom pushed me in front of her. I'm sure she wanted to  be between me and the pervert behind us. I don't think I walked more  than fifty yards, when we came to a small clearing. There were two guys  laid out on their backs, really enjoying nature in their birthday suits.  We got the heck out of the park, and my mother declared nature was  overrated."