Page 99 of Crow
CHAPTER17
The first raysof morning filtered through the window shutters as Crow awoke to the sound of his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. Angie was molded against him, her back to his chest, her ass against his groin. He glanced at the screen and groaned: Paco.
Gingerly moving away from Angie, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
“What’s up?” he asked, stifling a yawn.
“Steel’s calling church at eight this morning,” the vice president replied.
“Is something going down?”
“Only the canceled rally.”
“That was sort of a given, wasn’t it?” He leaned against the counter and rubbed his face.
“Yeah, but we’re putting one together with the Insurgents. Banger and Hawk are riding through this morning, and Steel wants them in on the discussion.”
“So church is about the rally?”
“Pretty much. But they need to be back in Pinewood Springs by two.”
“They’ll be lucky if they make it back by then with all the fuckin’ construction going on.”
“Yeah. This summer’s going to suck with all the damn citizens taking the backroads trying to avoid the freeway delays. We gotta look for new routes to ride free.”
“I hear you.” He opened the door a crack and peered over at the bed. Angie was still sound asleep. “Can the club spare Ink for a few hours?” he asked, closing the door.
“Probably. Why?”
“I need him to watch a house while I’m at church.”
“What house?”
“It’s personal.”
There was a pause; then, a low chuckle came through the phone.
“Is it for this woman you’re into?”
He pushed away from the counter, bristled by Paco’s question.
“Should I take your silence as a yes?”
“It’s for a friend. So is Ink available or not?”
“Sure. I don’t want to be the one to blow whatever you got going on with this chick.”
“You could’ve stopped at ‘Sure.’”
“But what would be the fun in that?” Paco laughed. “See you at church.”
“Whatever,” he replied, hitting the disconnect button.
So the news of his interest in Angie had circulated to the vice president. Steel probably knew about it too.I bet Eagle was the fuckin’ big mouth.Sometimes the guys gossiped worse than a bunch of cackling hens. Sighing, he turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face, then grabbed a towel off the rack and dried himself.
Taking care not to wake Angie, he shuffled into the bedroom and carefully sat at the edge of the bed. After pulling his boots on, he turned and looked over at her. She lay on her side, her face half-buried in the pillow with a thick mass of hair strewn over her shoulder. A slow smile spread across Crow’s lips at the memory of his fingers stroking all those silky strands.
His eyes slowly roamed over her body, appreciating how the tangled blanket hugged her curves. He wanted to reach out and peel away the covers and run his hands over every inch of her body—hernakedbody. His pants grew tight, and he cursed under his breath. If it were any other woman, he’d already have her legs on top of his shoulders as he rammed his hard cock inside, her moans filling the room. But he didn’t want to fuck Angie just to relieve an itch. She was different. He wasn’t sure how, but something about her appealed to him. She was sassy, confident, and could hold her own but had a vulnerability that drove him nearly over the edge.
