He shook his head.
“Shasta dreams?”
“Fuuuuck, you have no idea,” he groaned, holding out the first word like he was in physical pain.
“Dude, I just spent two hours fucking Bianca, and I felt nothing. Couldn’t even finish. The girl has me fucked up man. Pussy just ain’t the same anymore.”
“Right?” He winced when he moved his arm the wrong way.
“How do you manage to get shot in the same arm twice?”
He rolled his eyes. “Just lucky, I guess. But not as lucky as you, motherfucker.”
I grinned. Somehow, I escaped the shootout at the cabin without a single bullet wound. I did get a thorough beat down after I threw myself at one of the guys that busted through the front door. There were two of them against little ole me, and I still managed to come out on top somehow. I did get the shit kicked out of me; I’ll admit that. It hurt like hell to fuck Bianca, my ribs and sides ached like they were broken, but that didn’t stop me from getting my dick wet. I needed something to cover up my lingering thoughts about my night with Shasta. Cashing in my “Hall Pass” only left me with an unquenched thirst that only her pussy could fulfill.
“Got anymore?” I asked, nodding to the beer.
“Get your own, you know where they are.”
I eyed the unopened beer on the table, and he growled at me, pulling it out of my reach. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Testy,” I joked, getting up from the table so I could get my own drink. As I reached into the fridge, the front door opened, slamming shut with a vicious bang that made me jump in place.
“Jesus, Sandman, what the fuck?” Snyder griped, obviously as startled as me.
“I give up,” Sandman spit out, slamming his massive body onto the tiny chair. The worn wood creaked beneath his ass, but he didn’t seem to care, he looked distraught like there was something heavy weighing on his head. “Lindy just broke up with me.”
“Finally!” Snyder and I said in unison, eyeing each other awkwardly after it happened.
“Stay out of my head, fuckwad,” Snyder growled.
“I can’t help it if it slums in the gutter with my own. Welcome to hell, bub. It’s nice here and we have cupcakes.”
Snyder shook his head. “You seriously need mental help.”
“The doctors said I was perfectly fine. Everything up here is a-okay.”
He glared at my seamless grin when it stretched across my face. I’d be jealous too. No one but me can rock these pearly whites of perfection.
“So why did she break up with you?” I asked.
“She said she met some dude on POF and they connected in ways we never would be able to.”
Snyder took a swig of his beer. “Ugh, why was she on POF if she was with you?”
Sandman shrugged. “Guess I wasn’t enough for her.” The man looked visibly shaken. Even though Lindy was a total bitch, Sandman was devoted to her. She didn’t deserve that devotion, but she still got it, anyway.
Snyder passed his unopened beer toward our Enforcer. “Here. You look like you need this more than me.”
“Hey! That’s not fair,” I complained. “You wouldn’t give me your beer, so why are you giving it to Sandman?”
“He’s bigger than you.”
“That’s stupid. Size shouldn’t matter.”
“That’s what she said,” Snyder joked, making Sandman chuckle.
“Hey now. No girl has ever complained about my size. Just ask—” I didn’t finish my sentence. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be the one to reveal our little secret.