“I’m okay, I swear it. Achilles is looking much better, too.”
Jinx let out an audible breath on the other end and I had to smile. Jinx was one of those guys who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. Yeah, he was a former man-whore, but he was one of the best friends I have ever had. I really missed him a lot.
“So how’s the tour going for Jayden? He getting used to it yet?”
“He’s eating better, I’m making sure of it. He’s still tired, but we know how that goes. I’m actually looking forward to going home with him.”
“I can’t wait to see you. I miss you, man.”
“I miss you, too. How’s Achilles holding up? You run him into the ground yet?” Jinx chuckled.
“He’s just fine.” There was a commotion on the other end of the line and then girls screaming. “I’ll let you go, sounds like you have your hands full.”
“If you need me, just holler. Love ya, man.”
“Love you, too.” I hung up with a sigh and reclined on the sofa.
“You look beat,” Achilles observed.
“I am. Fuck, I’m so tired.”
“Go to bed. I’ll lock up.”
“Are you… staying?” I tried to keep the hope out of my voice.
“Yeah. I’m staying.”
I went to bed, but I left my door open. I didn’t know why part of me was hoping Achilles would join me. There was just something about him that got to me where no one else ever has. I’d found men attractive in the past, but Achilles was one of those men who stopped you in your tracks and stole your breath. Add in the fact that he was sweet as hell? He was a catch and then some. I chuckled to myself because this was the first time in my life I wanted a man — a straight man, no less. Oh, the irony.
Would I let him fuck me? My dick sat up at that thought and I gripped it, stroking slowly. Achilles bending me over and stuffing his fat cock in my ass. Oh yeah, I’d let him fuck me for sure. I’d seen the outline of his dick when we went swimming. He was not tiny.
I came quietly, trying not to make too much noise as my orgasm overtook me with thoughts of Achilles fucking me swirling in my head. I cleaned up and rolled to my side. I wondered if Achilles ever thought of me in that way. I shook my head and laughed. Pfft, yeah right.
Chapter 5
Harley
A ringing phone woke me at noon. I grabbed it off the nightstand and swiped “talk.”
“Yo.”
“I heard you were knocking on death’s door.” Rebel laughed into my ear.
“I’m good now. I feel tons better.”
“How’s Achilles?”
“I don’t know, let me check.” I crept out of bed and into the living room. The couch was made and the blankets folded neatly. I searched the whole house before going back to the living room and collapsing on the couch. “Well, he must be better because he’s gone.”
“He’s never really gone though, is he? You want to hang tonight? Maybe hit the Green Room?”
“Sounds good. Any locals playing there tonight?”
“Aren’t there always? See you at seven?”
“Sounds good. Later.”
I hung up and jumped in the shower, moaning at the feel of the water hitting my skin. It felt good and my muscles were sore from puking. I got cleaned up and then got out. My face needed to see a razor, badly. I sprayed some shaving cream into my hand and lathered my face. I was just swiping up my right cheek when movement caught my eye. I froze mid-swipe and cocked my head to the side.
“Harley?” Achilles called from the bedroom.
“In here.”
Achilles cracked the door and peered in. “Hey, just came back from my run.”
“I thought you’d left,” I admitted.
“Not yet. I do need to go home and get changed. Check in with Axel and all that.”
“Well, I’m headed to the bar tonight to see Rebel. Do you want to join us?”
“I could maybe swing that. What time?”
“Seven. You don’t have to —”
“Oh, I know. I want to.” Achilles grinned at me and my stomach fluttered and flip-flopped. Well, now what? I was acting like a chick in love around this guy. I needed to reel this shit in.
“You okay?” Achilles asked.
“Wonderful.”
~*~
I got to the bar at six thirty and jumped on one of the stools. Tyler, the bartender, came by and I ordered a Recycling Bin. What the hell, I’d have one and be done with it for the night. A local band was rocking it out on the stage in the back and music thumped over the floorboards. A few of the guys came by now and then and chatted me up before heading off to the back to play their set. I got up and headed for the bathroom. My stomach was doing much better, but I still felt a little off. When I came back out, a woman was sitting at the bar. Her long hair reached the middle of her back and she was wearing six-inch heels and a miniskirt. I sat down and she turned to me with a smile. The face I knew, the boobs I definitely knew.