Once again, Wednesday has arrived and with it a new #1lineWed theme. There’s no time to PLAY around, unless you’re Shiane “Shy” Roarke. As a setup, she “ran into” Gravedigger while “partying” inside the Nightrider compound and then she escaped, only to be followed by Digger in wolf form. She’s at her place, and he almost got caught.
I watched the dog run away. He was big, at least part German Shepherd, maybe a Belgian Malinois. About a year into my first enlistment, my LT asked if I wanted to be a K-9 handler. I considered it, but finally said no. I didn’t do attachments, not even to an animal. Or maybe, especially an animal because a dog? Unconditional love. I didn’t want to deal with that. Maybe I couldn’t.
There was no way I’d sleep tonight. I slipped back into my apartment and grabbed a sweatshirt, dragging it on over my head. Settling onto one of the chairs on my deck, I tucked my feet under me and wondered what the hell I was doing. I didn’t have time to mess around and going to that compound? Big mistake. I thought I could play them but I ended up getting played. Big time. My body still hummed from the orgasm that guy gave me. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had guys in my bed. Sex wasn’t that high on my list of priorities but sometimes, a girl needed a little sumthin-sumthin.
What that biker did to me tonight? That was some serious business. I couldn’t believe all the live sex going on. No one cared. I’d been standing there wondering where that woman had left her dignity and then, with a complete stranger’s hands down my pants I’d had the biggest orgasm of my life. And before I could do a gawddamned thing, he’d disappeared. Story of my life.
I pulled my knees up and stretched the sweatshirt over them. Chin braced, I watched the eastern horizon lighten. Dawn was coming. I’d been home just over a week and all I had to show for my time was the location of their hideout. Except it wasn’t much of a hideout. It was a freaking edifice. I needed to figure out how they worked. And I needed to get back in there. The only way to bring the Nightriders down would be from the inside.
Yeah, that was my story and I’d stick to it if anyone asked. It absolutely had nothing to do with coming so damn hard I couldn’t breathe. From a man’s fingers. What would his cock feel like? I shivered, pretending it was from the pre-dawn chill and not from the memory of leather, strong fingers, and a scent that reminded me of a hot, rich, creamy Irish coffee.
So that’s my playdate for the day. What about y’all? Want to play?