Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(21)
One last look at him, then I head out.
It fucking sucks waking up alone after the best night of sex you’ve had in your life.
Everything about that little brunette spitfire pleased me, except for the fucking fact that she left while I was sleeping. I should have tied her fucking ass up. I realize it was a one night stand, but hell, after you fuck a woman unconscious, you expect her to stay until you can get a goodbye round.
Actually, I’m talking out of my ass. I’ve never wanted a woman to stay in my bed for the night. I’ve never had a woman in my bed the whole night. I rake my hand through my hair. Shit, I guess I still haven’t. There’s no telling what time she left. I had planned to get her number, but that was stupid. She’s in motherfucking Texas, and that’s way too far from Kentucky to get my dick off. Still…
I shake my head and get up. I need a shower and caffeine before I can face today. I’ve almost made it to the bathroom when the door to my room shakes from the force of the fist hitting it on the other side.
“Guess Sabre and Latch are up,” I mutter after looking through the peephole. I stand back, opening the door for them and turn away to go start my shower. I smell like Holly and, though that’s a fucking awesome thing, I don’t need Sabre and Latch smelling her pussy. It’s an irrational thought, but it’s there all the same.
“Hey man. We got a locale on the girls. Get dressed and let’s get the fuck out of here,” says Sabre.
I’m busy stretching my dick and planning on jacking off in the shower because the son of a bitch is hard as a rock. Fucking Holly. I stop short and turn around to look at him.
“I need a damn shower.”
“No time. You’ll have to go smelling like pussy. If the info that Diesel’s crew intercepted from the Donahues is good, we need to get there before those fuckers do.”
“Fuck.” I go to the drawer to grab a pair of jeans and my favorite blue t-shirt. It’s a cat with a fucking huge dong that says Pussy Patrol on it.
“Jesus, you and your shirts,” Sabre grumbles when I turn back around zipping up my jeans.
“Don’t be intimidated by the size of my cat’s dick.”
“Fuck you.”
“Haters gonna hate,” I tell him, going to my pants over by the bed to fish out my billfold.
“It’s a mystery to me how you get laid wearing the shit you do,” Latch grumbles while I’m putting on my cut.
“It’s all about the size of the ship and motion of the ocean, brother,” I brag, running my fingers through my hair. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I tell them while heading for the door. “Oh wait, let me grab my keys.”
I walk over to the small table by the window and grab my keys, and that’s when I notice the paper and a twenty dollar bill. I grab it and bring it to my eyes.
Torch,
Thanks for last night. You weren’t bad. Have some breakfast on me.
That’s it. She didn’t even bother to sign the motherfucker. I just stare at it, unbelieving. Not bad? What the fuck is that shit? She was literally asleep during the last orgasm I gave her. Which, by the way, was like the fucking twelfth of the night for her. What the ever loving fuck? Not bad?? Jesus! If I had time, I’d find the bitch and blister her ass so hard she won’t sit for a fucking year. Not bad!
“Oh, dude! You got served!” Latch is standing beside me. Before I can react, he grabs the twenty.
“Motherfucker, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’ll just keep this for my silence.”
“Silence for what?” Sabre asks as I wad up the note and throw it on the floor, following the two of them out to our bikes.
“On the fact that poor Torch’s ship sailed into waters it couldn’t handle.”
“Shut the fuck up, Latch,” I growl, jumping on my bike and starting it up.
Shit. This is not a good start to my day. My mind should be all about finding Beth and her sister. Instead, I’m following Sabre and Latch since they have the address, and all I can do is think about Holly. That, and there’s one thing that’s bothering the fuck out of me: how did she know I’m called Torch?
“Ahh,” I moan. “There’s nothing in this world that can’t be made better by a shower,” I tell myself after finishing blow-drying my hair. I have all my things packed and I’ve called Bethie to let her know I’m okay. Now, I just need to get dressed. I find my most comfortable pair of yoga pants and slip those babies on. I look longingly at Torch’s absurd t-shirt. What the fuck do I care if people stare at me? I want to smell him around me today. I’m not going to look at that too closely. I mean, the man rocked my world last night. What woman wouldn’t want to remember that the next day? I’m apparently real adept at lying to myself; it’s a skill I’ve honed over the years.