n e e d to c om e , a nd t he re l e a se would b e
a ll the sw e e t er . S ome of the thi n g s he w a n t e d to do with h e r would s car e most p e ople o ff , but he w a s su r e P e y ton c ould h a nd l e it. At l ea st, acc o r di n g to G ra d y she c ould.
He c ould n ’ t w a it to st r ip h e r down a nd f ind a ll h e r s e nsitive spots. He w a nt e d to li c k a nd t ea se e ac h o n e until she w a s s cr e a ming f or mo re . His c o c k g r ound t i g ht a g a inst the z ipp e r on his j ea ns. He didn ’ t h a ve a n y r oom to a djust it e ith er . S in c e m ee ti n g Pe y ton, he h a d just a bout st a y e d in a c onst a n t st a te of ar ous a l. H e’ d j ac k e d o f f to thou g hts of h e r mo r e in the l a st f e w d a y s t h a n he h a d in m onths. He su r e a s h e ll hop e d she w a s in the s a me st a te he w a s in. R i g h t now, she would be lu c k y to m a ke it in the c ondo b ef o r e he h a d h e r n a k e d a nd up a g a inst the doo r .
J ust the thou g ht of t a king h e r outside his c on d o up a g a inst the door e li c it e d a g r o a n f r om him. His a l rea d y h a r d c o c k w a s pulsing with n ee d now. How in the h e ll w a s he g oi n g to su r vive the h ar d - on fr om h e ll until tomo rr ow ni g ht af t e r she g ot o f f wo r k? He ref us e d to c ome b y his h a nd one m o r e tim e .
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Thu r sd a y n i g ht p r ov e d t o be a no r m a l w ee kd a y ni g ht with just a hint of wh a t to e x p ec t with the c oming w ee k e nd. Fr id a y p r o v e d to be the no r m a l blu e -c oll a r a f t er- w o r k d r ink e r s. T h e y most l y sn a c k e d on the n ac hos or pi zz a the b a r o f f ere d a nd t a lk e d a b o ut wo r k ov e r b e e r or pit c h er s of m a r g ar it a s f or the wom e n. The wom e n t e nd e d to t a lk c loth e s a nd m e n. T h e m e n t a lk e d mo r e a bout wo r k a nd wom e n. T h e y did v e r y little d a n c i n g , l ea vi n g th a t to the r owdi e r cr owd th a t d e s ce nd e d l a t e r in the n i ght.
S a tu r d a y n i g ht st ar t e d o ut wild f or P e y ton. S he m a de it to wo r k thi r t y minut e s e a r l y , w a nting to ca t c h up on the bull fr om the o th e r w a it re ss e s. I nst e a d, th e y a ll g ot pull e d out into t h e m e l ee . I t w a s on l y f iv e- thi r t y a nd a l r e a d y t h e y h a d a g a n g of bik e r s a nd some of t h e lo ca ls sitting ar ound the e d g e , w a t c hi n g the bi k er s a little un ea si l y . The g a n g w a sn ’ t ca usi n g a n y p r obl e ms y e t, ju s t noi s y a s h e ll a nd thi r s t y .
Pe y ton w a d e d in a nd b e g a n t a ki n g d r ink o r d e r s. H a lf w e r e whis k y d r ink er s a nd the oth e r h a lf p r ef e rre d wh a t e v e r w a s on t a p. S he s p e nt the n e x t hour h a ndling r ounds until th e y s e ttl e d down to nu r se th e ir d r inks. S o mu c h f or c a t c hing up on g ossip, she t h ou g ht, smilin g . S till, it m ea nt b e tt e r th a n usu a l tips toni g ht. S he w a s a ll ov e r th a t.
S om e wh er e ar ound ni n e- thi r t y or t e n she b e ca me a w a r e of som e one w a t c hi n g h er . S he g l a n ce d ar ound a bs e n t l y a s she w a it e d on S id to f i l l h e r d r ink o r d e r a nd f ound R y k e r st ar ing a t h er . H e nodd e d a t h er . S he nod d e d b ac k. Th e n she w a s on c e a g a in th r own into a fre n z y of d r ink o r d e r s. B y the time she h a d m a de it ov e r to his t a bl e , n ear l y a n ho u r h a d p a s s e d.
“ B u s y n i g ht.” H e m a de it a st a t e m e nt.
“ Y e p. S t ar t e d out th a t w a y a nd h a sn ’ t li g h t e n e d up sin ce .”
“ I ’ ll r i d e a r ound af t e r y o u g e t o f f a nd pi c k y ou u p a t y our pl a c e ,”
he s a id.
“ How do y ou know w h e r e I liv e ? ” she a sk e d, b r o ws f u rr o w e d. “ G
Isabel Reid (Translator) Armand Cabasson