“The sooner you give me a key the sooner I’ll be back.” I flip my palm upright.
“You better not get any dumb ideas in your head.”
“That’s not nice.”
“Darlin’, you’re a runner.”
“And I ran right to you, didn’t I?”
“Fair enough. Expect you here when I return, yeah?”
“I said I’d come back.” I lean up and kiss his lips.
His hands slide down to cup my ass. “Yeah,” he mutters against my mouth, still not convinced, but he gives me a squeeze then releases me.
I take his truck because one it’s chilly out. Two he knows I’ll return for my bike no matter what.
I grab a couple value packs of undies off the hook and toss them in the shopping cart along with the other basics. Darius doesn’t care about frilly panties or cute pajamas. They don’t stay on long when I’m in bed with him. The man can’t keep his hands off me nor I him. I pick up some bodywash and other girly stuff for the bathroom. I smirk to myself wondering how he will react to my stuff being all over his bathroom.
Before when I’d sleep over Sandman would always make a big deal about it being a bachelor pad. Looking back, I think we were jealous of each other’s role in Hound’s life. I was the girlfriend and him the best friend. Neither of us wanted to share our guy. The asshole was always hanging around like a third wheel. Now he has a woman and things are different. Lost in my thoughts I move through the store and make my way to the grocery side to get ingredients for strawberry cheesecake dump cake. The name leaves much to be desired but it’s freaking yummy. Plus, it only takes four ingredients and no time to prepare. Double win in my book.
In the baby section all the clothes are so stinking cute and my thoughts drift to what my crazy biker keeps saying about me having his baby. The idea scares me and thrills me at the same time. Diapers. Bottles. Late nights. Hound cradling our baby in his arms. I can picture it all in my head. Him pacing the floor with She-Ra right on his heels, the loyal protector.
I must be losing my mind. I toss a few things for Pam and her newest bundle of joy into my cart along with a toy for her son.
I get in line and start placing my items on the conveyor belt when I hear the couple behind me and can’t help but listen in.
“Swear to fuck, kitten. If these break, I’m gonna wonder if you or your granny put another damn hex on my dick.”
“Do you know how ridiculous you sound? People can hear you,” she hisses.
I smirk and can’t resist looking back at them while I wait for the customer in front of me to finish paying to find Sandman and his woman. Her cheeks are pink and he’s scowling.
“Having some issues downstairs?”
Sandman’s gaze lifts to mine. “Fucking hell. All I need is you giving me shit or telling Hound and him running his mouth to your fuck knuckle brother.”
“Karma, right?” Bianca appears apprehensive.
“And you’re the pretty little witch who cursed Sandman.”
“Binx or Bianca. You’re with Hound?”
“Yeah. I am.” I can’t fight the smile that stretches over my face admitting it out loud.
“Cool. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.”
“Totally. But I must know, did you really put a hex on his junk?” I move up toward the credit card kiosk.
“A good witch never tells.” She twitches the tip of her nose and winks.
“Kill me now,” Sandman groans. “All I fucking need is the two of you pairing up and coming up with new ways to torture my ass.”
“I like her,” I tell him as he glares at both of us. “Better be on your best behavior.”
“Goes both ways you know so best be nice to me.”
“Shut up.” Bianca play swats at him and he wraps his arms around her, shutting her up by sealing his lips to hers.
I can’t believe I’m thinking it, but they do make an adorable couple. “We should do dinner one night this week. Darius and I’ll cook.”
“I’d love that,” Bianca accepts before her man can protest.
“Cool. I’ll have Hound text crabby pants with the details.” I pay for my stuff and get back to the house. Hound is still gone but She-Ra is happy to have me home. She follows me around as I put my stuff away and wrap up the stuff for Pam.
With that taken care of I find a pan to make my dump cake. Strawberry pie filling topped with whipped cream cheese and vanilla cake mix. I get it in the oven and slip into my new pajamas while I wait for my man to return. I’m tempted to text him but don’t want to come off clingy.
I switch on the Tv in the living room and move to the kitchen to check on my cake and pour myself a drink. I’m not a big milk drinker but I do prefer it with cake. As I open a cabinet to get a cup the dog starts growling at the back door and the other dogs under Hound’s care howl from the kennels. There’s probably a raccoon or something trying to get into the trash or dog food that’s stored in the shed.