“I got fuckin’ eyes so I see she fuckin’ pretty. Ain’t no bitch comparin’ to my Megan, though, so her dick suckin’ skills ain’t matterin’ to me. She not Megan.”
“Does that mean when I fall in love I won’t get a hard-on for other girls?”
“Fuck. What the fuck kinda question is that? If your cock work, you can’t control the motherfucker if a bitch get a rise outta it. What the fuck you can control is what the fuck you do with your hard cock.”
“Jesus Christ, let me get out of here,” Cash muttered in disgust. “I didn’t know sex-ed lessons fell under bad-ass biker requirements.”
“Fuck, Cash. I’d take this shit any day over what we just got through,” Val told him.
Mort stood. “We still bad-ass bikers. We just happen to be husbands and fathers, my ass being one of the motherfucker’s who have to get his kid home.”
“We have to get to the pizza parlor.” Johnnie headed toward Rory and the other boys.
Cash grabbed the Bob’s hand. “What about this weekend? We can party at my house, Diesel. You, me, Stretch, her, and any other bitches she wants to bring.”
She licked her lips. “Suppose I want the three of you all on my own?”
“We can arrange that, too,” Cash promised with a grin.
Judging by his look, Diesel was just short of panting like a fucking puppy. Christopher had already told Diesel no and tried to offer some bullshit excuse. But he couldn’t account for all the kid’s time. He had a curfew and, as long as he made it, Christopher wasn’t up Diesel’s ass about his whereabouts.
The boy knew better than to fuck up in any way that might piss Christopher the fuck off. In this instance, if Christopher told him ‘no’, he’d sneak off with Cash’s help.
Christopher lifted Rule, not wanting Diesel to feel as if he had to hide anything. The kid needed to know he always had a line of communication open.
“Bring your fuckin’ ass to my fuckin’ office bright and fuckin’ early tomorrow, motherfucker,” he barked to Cash. The motherfucker had put him in a fucked up position. “Me and you gotta fuckin’ talk.” He nodded to Diesel. “Partyin’ with this motherfucker ain’t gonna be a fuckin’ habit, under-fuckin-stand?”
“Yeah, Uncle Chris.” Diesel kicked at the grass. “Are you upset with me?”
He was upset with himself. Knowing the wrongness of what he’d agreed to, but remembering being Diesel’s age and doing the same thing. “No, my ass fuckin’ fine.” He sounded upset like a motherfucker. “Let’s call this a fuckin’ day.”
Christopher walked to his pickup, carrying Rule while CJ skipped next to him. Head down, Diesel loped along, a little lost and confused. Cash’s fucked-up antics had dampened the entire day, and affected Diesel the most. Knowing the little motherfucker’s fragile esteem, Christopher would take him aside later, and talk to him alone and remind Diesel just how proud of him he was.
“What are you doing the rest of the afternoon? You never did tell me why you need to leave two hours earlier on a Monday.”
After gathering her purse from the desk drawer and shrug from the back of her chair, Fee smiled in Kendall’s direction. “I have a class to get to.”
Kendall got to her feet, slid her leather Executive chair to her desk, and lifted a brow. “I didn’t realize you were in school again.”
“I’m not.” It shouldn’t have surprised her that Kendall knew she’d once been in school. “It’s a class to better myself.”
“Meditation? Exercise? What type of class is it?”
Not seeing the harm in telling Kendall the truth, Fee decided to share. “It’s naked yoga.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s naked yoga,” she repeated.
“Like completely naked?”
Fee nodded. She’d enrolled in the class, last year, two months after the deaths of her sisters and nieces, as a method of self-awareness and relaxation. To be exposed in such a non-sexual manner, she’d found the exercises liberating. Everyone who attended came for the same reason as Fee, and it had nothing to do with ogling each other or hooking up. “Underwear is optional,” she explained, amused at Kendall’s gawking, her reaction precisely the reason no one close to her knew about her hobby. “It’s co-ed, by the way.”
Kendall’s surprise turned to interest. “Really?”
“Yes. Would you care to join me one day?” She thought of Johnnie’s reaction to that. “On the other hand, never mind. I rather like my instructor. I wouldn’t want your husband to kill him.”