“I think. Fuck I don’t know. I got my dick the hell out of her and called you.”
I don’t need this shit. The club doesn’t need this shit. I follow him down the hallway to the room he took the bitch to. He wasn’t kidding. Bitch is sprawled on the bed. Mouth open white crap crusted around the corners of her mouth. “You see her take anything?”
“Earlier, she was eating breath mints or something.” He scratches the back of neck then shrugs.
“Check her purse. I’ll check her pulse.” I lift her wrist. Her skin is warm, and her pulse is there but barely. “Go start the shower. Cold water.” This isn’t how I was planning on spending the rest of my god damn Christmas. “Hey,” I tap her cheeks. “Wake up.” I snap my fingers and nothing. I pick her up and carry her down the hall. Fucking Crow picked up a crack whore. I step into the shower, the cold water hitting us both, but I can’t focus on the cold. A whimper sounds from her as I slap her cheeks again. Her head rolls around as she moans. Crow should be doing this shit. I shove my fingers down her throat then the cunt vomits all down the front of my leather jacket. I gag as her eyes pop open.
Suppose this is what I get for going behind the prick’s back and fucking his daughter. This is my payback. When I think the situation can’t get any worse, she shits herself then cries. I look over at Crow. He’s doubled over at the toilet, and I can’t tell if the bastard is dry heaving or laughing. I let go of the whore and reach for the hot water.
“You owe me a new jacket,” I touch my pocket, “and a fucking phone.” Took me years to break this leather in and now its gonna smell like a sewage plant and a dead body. Unbelievable.
My fucking boots squeak and squish on the hardwood floor as I shuffle down the hall in my wet stinky ass clothes to another room to clean up. Should have ignored his call.
I strip and toss my wet shit in the corner of the room. Can’t believe my damn luck.
Fuck. I turn the water on skin peeling hot and slather my body in a bar of soap wishing I could bleach my damn skin. Which is a damn shame because I’m washing away Freya. Images of her flash through my mind as the water pelts against my back. Thoughts of her are the only reason I’m not throwing up my damned self. My temple throbs. I touch the cut I earned from the table and wince. At least it isn’t bleeding. I step out the shower and find a butterfly bandage to stick over it for now. I carefully extract my cell from my pocket and water leaks out the port. Great.
Nothing will be open tomorrow for me to get a replacement thanks to the holiday and this weather. I tug on a pair of jeans that I keep on reserve here. Too damn cold to be sleeping naked. The word naked on the tip of my tongue has me going straight back to picturing Freya bent over in front of the fireplace. I climb into bed and lay flat on my back staring up at the ceiling.
Down the hall I can hear that Margo chick crying about shitting herself, but hell that’s the least of her worries. She could have died. She’s damn lucky and so is Crow’s irresponsible ass. Should serve as a lesson to teach him to stop picking up skanks. Motherfucker will never learn.
I lean up and fluff my pillows then lay on my side. I close my eyes, but Freya seems to materialize so vividly I could swear she’s laying next to me. I don’t know how I’m going to get her out my head. My cock is already hardening at the image I’ve conjured in my head.
Her sweet lips whispering for me to kiss her.
I shove a hand down my pants and start to stroke one out when I hear the damn breaker flip.
It’s not two minutes later when Crow comes stomping toward my room and banging on the damn door. I could wring my own damn neck for giving the prospects the night off. Least if they were here, they’d be dealing with the bullshit. “Can you sit with Margo while I fuck with the generator and check on Freya?”
“I’ll handle it,” I tell him tempted by the possibility of just saying fuck it and staying at the cabin with her.
“Sure you don’t mind, brotha’?”
Not where Freya’s concerned. I don’t tell him that though. I like my head attached to the rest of me. And I damn sure don’t want to be stuck playing therapist to that cracked out whore he dragged in with him. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and start digging through the dresser for a clean pair of socks and a long-sleeved shirt, so I don’t freeze to death when my toes fall off from hypothermia due to my boots being soaked.
Crow owes me big for this. Like a two-week paid vacation to some beach. Now there’s a thought. Being on some private beach with Freya’s sweet ass in a barely there bikini. Rubbing her down with suntan oil and fucking right there in the sand. Instead, I’m stuck in the middle of a blizzard getting puked and shit on and freezing my damn nuts off to get the generator going.
It takes me a minute, but I finally get it running.
By the time I get back to the cabin where Freya is I doubt I have any toes left. I stomp my boots on the porch and attempt to wiggle the cold as ice appendages. I knock and it takes Freya a minute to get the door. I hear the lock disengage. She opens the door wearing her tee shirt and panties. I want to give her a damn lecture about answering the door that way but it’s not my damn place. I’m not her man even if I wish I were.
I clear my throat as I enter and her nose scrunches. “What’s that smell?” she looks me up and down as she shuts the door behind me.
You’ve got to be shitting me. Guess my boots got that cunt’s stench on them too. “Came to let you know the power is out and make sure the gas is still going.” Sometimes that damn pilot light won’t stay lit.
“I think you missed me already.”
I avoid the subject. “Wanted to tell you I’ve got the generator going if you’d rather come back to the lodge.”
“If I do, are you going to keep me warm?”
“Freya,” I hedge. “Your ol’ man is around. What do you think he’d do if he saw you curled up not only in my bed but my arms?”
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
“I only have a few minutes.”
“Then you should go. I wouldn’t want my daddy to spank you.”