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“Hug the kid for me,” he adds as I make for the door.
My lips twitch. “Will do.”
I step out of the office, pulling the door closed behind me.
As I start to move toward the exit, I freeze when I find Kidd leaning against the wall.
“What are you still doing here?” I figured as soon as we pulled in, he’d have his hands full with a couple of HD’s finest.
“Waiting on you,” he shrugs as if it’s obvious.
“For what?”
“To have a drink.”
“Fuck,” I groan. The last thing I want to do is hang out in the strip club all night. After being on the road all day, I just want to take my ass home, see my kid, and get some sleep.
“No,” Kidd says, his head shaking as he points a tattooed finger at me. “No! Come on… We just got back after being gone all damn day. At least have one beer.”
“Fuck. Fine.” I scrub my hands across my face and growl in frustration. “Fine! One—” I hold up a single finger, “—and then I’m out of here.”
Kidd’s smile widens, his hands clapping together. “Deal.”
I shake my head.
“How the fuck are you not tired?” I ask following him towards our VIP section. We left early this morning and rode straight through to our Jacksonville charter in the scorching heat, made the transfer to Chief, then turned around and rode straight back.
Don’t get me wrong, I know Kidd is a lot younger than me, but that’s a lot of high stress riding for one fucking day. Especially, when you’re transporting a stash of illegal weapons and a shit load of cash.
“Tired?” he snorts. “I’m just now getting my second wind.”
“One drink,” I remind him.
“I hear ya,” I hear him mumble as I fall onto the black leather sofa.
“So you say.” My eyes fall closed as I settle into the cushions.
Why is it that you never realize how sore you are until you sit down?
Getting old fucking sucks.
“Bring us a Bud,” I hear Kidd call out as he falls onto the sofa across from me. “I love this place.”
I can’t help but laugh.
At 22, what’s not to love about a strip joint that gives us unlimited access to easy pussy.
It is a single man’s dream—scratch that—it’s every man’s dream.
“Incoming,” he says under his breath.
I glance behind me to see two of the club’s dancers sashaying in our direction.
Usually, I’m up for a quick fuck to blow off some steam, but since meeting Harley’s friend Oakland a few weeks ago, my head has been all messed up.
“Sage is yours,” Kidd adds, pulling me from thoughts of a curly-headed blonde.
“Fine,” I sigh, looking Bambi over before turning to check out Sage.
