“Oh, man, I’m not her son. I couldn’t even imagine dealing with a girl like her for a mom. Total MILF. You know? Mother I’d Like to Fuck.”
“I know what the fuck a MILF is.”
Diesel grinned. “I keep my dudes away from her. One time I brought a guy there and his response? ‘There’s a mother I’d like to fuck’. Uncle Chris was three feet away. I was so worried he heard. After that, I couldn’t risk it. Next time, I brought two dudes to Uncle Johnnie. We were all in the garage and Aunt Kendall comes in in a fucking nightgown. She said she didn’t know we were there, but it was obvious why she was looking for Uncle Johnnie. The top part of it barely covered her tits.” His face flushing, he took another sip of beer. “I jerked off to that thought. Came so fucking hard I thought my eyeballs would explode.”
It surprised Stretch at how much he was enjoying the conversation, after months of not allowing himself to be interested in anything other than his injury, Hanson’s death, Cash’s feelings, Fee’s inclusion, and keeping watch on Meggie. Nothing so light-hearted as this banter. Even around the guys, he tuned out.
“Speaking of Kendall, I saw her yesterday on my way from school, talking to some dude in the park. He was wearing a cut, too. Wasn’t Dweller colors.”
Hope surged into Stretch that he’d find something to use against her, and get her to back off blackmailing Fee. Just as quickly, he thought of Johnnie and his torture. The ramifications of trying to frame Kendall were just too great. He shrugged. “Probably a client.”
“Maybe, but didn’t Uncle Chris tell her to stay away from all MCs?”
“Diesel, man, if you try to keep up with that chick, you’ll drive yourself fucking crazy. Her wheels are always spinning. She’s fucking brilliant to be so goddamn stupid.”
Diesel laughed. “How can you be brilliant and stupid? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I mean she’s always scheming because she wants her fucking way. She’s stupid that way. Instead of being satisfied and using that brain of hers for her career, she uses it to get into all kinds of fucking trouble.”
“Well, that means she’s not just some basic bitch, settling for bullshit. That makes her one of the baddest bitches around.”
To each their own. Unless her bullshit was directed at Diesel, he’d never understand what Stretch meant. “You’ve labeled all the girls, I take it?”
“Fuck, yeah. Bailey is the professor. All about her schoolwork. Bunny is a hot girl. She could be a centerfold chick. Zoann is ballsy. I’m kind of afraid of her. Meggie is the nurturer. You already know how I feel about Kendall. And Fee is the most beautiful woman in the world. My future wife.”
“I beg your pardon?” He didn’t know what else to say to Diesel’s statement, not expecting Fee’s name to come up.
“Yeah. I’m in love with her. I mean, I care about Mindy, you know? I want to fuck Kendall’s brains out. But Fee is just perfect.”
“Does she know you feel this way?”
Diesel drained his bottle. “Same thing Cash asked,” he admitted, then said, “Nope, she doesn’t. I’m learning how to please a girl and stuff. When we go on our honeymoon, I’ll know what to do to make her feel good.”
“When you ask her to marry you, tell me how that goes, okay?” Fee was too sweet to laugh in the boy’s face. Although Stretch wanted to.
Pausing, Diesel considered the statement, then changed the subject. “Where’s Cash? It’s so quiet around here without him. You know, I thought he was going to wear Daphne’s pussy out, he took so long in the room with her. I was like dude, fuck, I want another go at her. Leave some for me.”
“He’s thorough,” Stretch said, the deeper meaning to that statement making him flush with guilt.
Diesel whooped. “So he is your boyfriend.”
“What? Of course he isn’t.” Fear sliding into him and making his heart pound, Stretch glanced around. Only Slipper sat in the corner, half-sleeping. That was still too many fucking people for Diesel to say what he had. “Don’t spout lies like that. It’ll get me and him killed.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Who told you that anyway?”
“No one. I just overheard Uncle Chris and Cash arguing one time.”
“About me?”
“Yeah.” Before continuing, Diesel stood and slid his chair closer to Stretch’s. “Uncle Chris was angry and told Cash you deserved better than his cheating,” he explained in low tones. “You’d been through enough. It was late. I’d fallen asleep in the den. They were across the hall in his mancave. He was angry that Cash got him out of bed. You weren’t talking to him or something, and Cash wanted to see you and asked Uncle Chris to call you. He said no, to stay away from both of them.”