She laughs and picks up her nighty off the floor.

“Were you lucid when you grabbed my boobs?” she asks, holding up the nighty from each strap. It’s as see-through as I remember, enhancing those spectacular tits.

My dick hardens, just like it did when I grabbed those sweet puppies. “I’ll never tell.”

****

I lie back in bed and stare at the ceiling. There’s no mistaking that my hands are shaking. Nervous energy is working its way though my system. The pills Suds gave me are dulling my senses, but nowhere near as much as I need.

I wanna drink so fucking bad.

But a part of me doesn’t. It’s weird.

Is it that I don’t want to disappoint Suds? She knows I have a problem. I know I have a problem. She doesn’t treat me any differently because of it. If anything, she calls me on it, but not in such a way to get my back up.

Since when have I ever cared about what someone else thought? Especially a chick?

Putting a trembling hand to good use, I spit in my hand and grab my cock, spreading the moisture with my palm from the swollen head to the base.

I’ve always been a horny fucker, but she does something to me. Is it the fact she’s practically naked in the room directly next door? That I know how frustrated she is, and that she’ll be looking for relief?

I try to take my time as I stroke myself, visualising Suds’s feet softly padding on the floor as she struts into my room wearing nothing but a scowl, which slowly turns to a devilish smile when she begins to watch me touching myself.

She slaps my hand away, and pins my wrists above my head, taking full control. She runs her nails over my hard nipples and is forceful with her fingertips as she runs them down to the curve of my hips.

In one long, flat stroke, her tongue moves from my balls to the head. She takes me deep into her mouth. Fuck me. The vibrations of her moans work my shaft as she plays with my balls, rubbing closer to my hole. Her tongue flicks at my head, fast and furious, greedy for my load.

My balls tighten. My body stiffens.

I come hard onto my stomach, pulling every last drop out of me, imagining her sucking it from me.

I moan out loud, if anything for Suds’s benefit. The relief is intoxicating. Pleasure sinks into me, almost lightening my body.

I hope she heard me. I want her to know I’m getting off, because fuck knows I’m imagining her doing it. I clean up with a shirt off the floor, and then sink back into the pillow.

As I drift off, all I can think about is Suds fucking me senseless. I haven’t completely ruled out the idea of opening her bedroom door, but I have to pick my moment. If I were to do it tonight I’d be on my way to hospital, this time on a stretcher.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ROCCO

Saturday

“What the fuck happened to you?” Jones says, as I get in his Range Rover. I know what he means, but I’m not gonna acknowledge it.

“What the fuck happened to you? I’ve been waiting downstairs for five minutes in the dark.” And the cold breeze this morning is going straight through me.

“Well excuse me for not thinking you’d be out of bed and coherent.”

“Well I am, so fuckin’ sue me.”

“Are you gonna tell me about the eye and the stitches? I thought you were having a quiet one last night?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have a long drive ahead of us.”

“Nowra’s not that far.”

He looks at the sat-nav display as we get farther down the road. “Must be some fucking story if you can’t tell it in two hours.”

Can I tell him? Suds wouldn’t let me out of the car last night. She held me hostage until I swore I wouldn’t say boo about the incident of which we are never to speak of again. I made a promise, and I’m a man of my word, even if some bastards don’t value it.

I look over to him. I’m not so sure he’d keep quiet on this.

I can’t tell him. Maybe one day, Suds will loosen up and she’ll share her gem of a story.

“There’s something else I wanna talk about, anyways.”

He turns his head and narrows his eyes at me. “Sounds ominous,” he says.

“I found out something interesting last night.” To say the least.

“Yeah? What’s that?” he asks, returning his gaze to the road ahead of us.

“That Suds has had dick before.”

He chokes on his laugh. “Really? She told you that?”

“Yup. She didn’t say much else about it, but I’m pretty sure I’ll get the rest of the juicy deets out of her.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I may or may not have a little leverage.”

“Ah. I see. Now I really wanna know what happened last night.”

I still can’t get my head around it. Things were weird between us even before she decided to go to bed and play with herself. And then with the hospital, and the sexual tension between us when we got home—fuck, I don’t know what to think. Am I fucking tapped in the head to think that I could be the one to convince her to switch?

“The one thing I will tell you is that I met Soph’s ex.”

“The doctor?” He almost screeches, his voice is that high.

“Yup. Matter of fact, she stitched me up.”

His jaw drops. “No fuckin’ way,” he says.

“Way.”

“What was she like? I’ve never met her. She was always too busy to come out with us as a couple.”

“Hot as hell. Let’s just say she wasn’t too impressed about seeing Suds with a low-life like me.”

“You’re not a fuckin’ low-life.”

“I’m far from Prince Charming.”

“Why the hell do you do that?” he says, annoyance in his tone.

“Do what?”

“Happily drag yourself down and peg yourself like that. You’ve got a brain in your head, mate. I’d kill to know half the shit you do. You have your moments, but you’re a good bloke. That’s why you’re in our wedding party.”

“You wanna suck my dick?”

“No.”

“Then stop blowing smoke up my arse, Jones,” I say, my voice harsh. If he knew more about my family and the fact that my brother is in jail on drug charges, he might tend to agree with me. I keep that shit to myself because I don’t need the judgement. If people knew half the shit that had gone down with my family, then they’d turn their backs on me. I need all the friends I can get … and a job, because I have to support V when he gets out.

I turn up the radio, and focus on the music instead of my own shit as we get closer to Nowra.

****

It’s a crisp morning, and I feel the chill right to my bones as Jones and I set up the Yamaha marquee.

“On time, I see,” Mac says, as we start unloading the truck.

“Hey, Mac,” I say, with a chin lift in his direction. He gives me a fatherly nod, but a smile pulls at his lips. Hopefully that means I’m working my way into his good books.

I give the bikes a good warm-up before practice, so I know they’re running in top form. The bikes pass scrutineering with no dramas—not that I was expecting any. They’re in pristine condition. Not a scratch on them.

Today, spirits are high. Over the course of the morning, Stone, Jones and Billy Boy ride well. Billy is really finding his groove. Living on a property and getting the opportunity to burn around on the bikes most days is totally working for his confidence and his fitness. He’s not so much the rookie anymore. He’s a definite contender.

I make sure I give the boys loads of encouragement, of course, in my own De Luca style. Promising the odd sexual favour here or there doesn’t hurt anyone. Thankfully they’re all as straight as a post, and none of them have ever tried to cash in. I think I’d rather die than smoke another man’s pole.

****

Halfway through the day, I swear I’m seeing things. Jerking off to thoughts of Suds last night is turning me bat-shit crazy. I swear I just saw her twin. Maybe I should try my luck with her and see how I go. Probably the closest I’ll ever get to sticking my dick in the real Suds.