Page 16 of Outlaw Xmas
“I told you you’re too damn skinny.” Throttle chuckled.
“I heard she’s a real looker too.” Wheelie pushed his empty plate away.
“I know her name. Did we do her yard this past summer?” Throttle asked Rags.
Rags slowly shook his head. “No, she’s a new contract, but she called because she said Lara Mayfield recommended us. More specifically, she recommended you.”
“That’s right. Damn, Lara was a pain in the ass. If her old man didn’t have all those rental properties, I would’ve dropped her account,” Throttle said as he leaned back against the booth.
“She wanted your cock so bad.” Rags laughed.
“Figures they’re friends. Damn. We need to tell these women’s husbands how to perform before we take the contracts,” Throttle joked, and the other men laughed.
“You guys want any more coffee?” Stella asked as she cleared off the table.
“I could go for a cinnamon bear claw and a bit more coffee,” Rags said while the other two shook their heads.
“Be right back.” Stella walked away.
“Where the hell do you put it?” Throttle asked Rags, who shrugged.
A loud rumble outside had the three men looking out the window. Tigger, Bones, and Cruiser killed the engines on their Harleys and walked toward the front glass doors.
“I thought they were on a poker run,” Rags said.
“They leave on Friday,” Wheelie replied.
“Hey, brothers. How’s it goin’?” Bones asked as the three men approached the table.
“Not too bad,” Throttle said as he scooted over. Tigger slid in beside him, and Bones and Cruiser slipped in next to Wheelie. “The chicken fried steak and eggs rocks.”
“I’ll have to try it. Did you see Brenda?” Tigger asked as his eyes darted around the room.
“Brenda?” Throttle asked.
“The hot waitress with big-as-hell tits and hair down to her sweet ass.” Tigger continued to look around while Bones and Cruiser sniggered.
“I’d love to sink my cock into her,” Cruiser said.
While Rags chuckled and Throttle laughed, he noticed Wheelie staring at Tigger with cold eyes.He’s got it bad for Sofia. Fuck.He cleared his throat and looked at Rags. “You about done here?”
With a puzzled look on his face, Rags wiped his mouth. “Yeah. You in a hurry?”
“Yeah. I gotta get something.”
“I’ve got to get going too,” Wheelie said as Bones and Cruiser got up to let him out. He pulled out some money and picked up the bill.
“I’m going with you guys.” Rags slipped out of the booth, and after he and Throttle said goodbye to their brothers, they joined Wheelie at the cash register and threw in their share of the bill.
Outside, the icy wind lashed around them as they walked bent over against the cold to the parking lot. Clumps of wet flakes drifted down, the pavement mushy beneath their black boots.
“Are you headed to Christiansen’s house?” Rags asked, his breath forming pale clouds.
“No. I’ll call her tonight. I’m headed to Trinity Jewelers.” Throttle pulled his gloves on.
“Whatcha got going at the jewelers?” Wheelie cupped his hands together and blew into them.
“I’m getting something for Kimber. You guys wanna come along? I could use some help in deciding.”
