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Story: Desert Heat
‘That does sound hot,” Dean croaks, adjusting himself under the water.
“Lemme see,” I held out a hand for her phone.
“No, you’ll get the screen wet.”
But she turned it around and pressed play.
She put music over our words… our faces were hidden. Swirling steam and snow contrasted with our wet, naked flesh. It was hot as fuck and she would get a ton of clicks.
“Fine, post it.”
“I will. Now I need you to take some shots of me.”
Brandi, leaned over the tub, her hand out catching snowflakes, her ass was sticking out and high, her wet thong slipped back on and between her thighs.
“I’m out. I only have so much self control.”
“Gonna call some club skank to take care of you?” I snickered.
“Maybe two or three, the way the two of you have me worked up.”
“And we didn’t even touch you,” Brandi replied, cupping her breasts as she turned around as I continued filming.
“Sexy girls, don’t need to try, You just have to breathe.”
“I’ll be by late morning to check in. I’ll leave the usual crew behind to make sure the two of you don’t drown in the hot tub.”
“Please,” I snickered.
Brandi and I just chilled as snow started to steadily fall. “I miss him,” she said so low I almost missed in my drug-hot tub induced coma.
“I know. I miss River too. I have a confession to make.”
“Oh?” She slid up in the water.
“A few days after we came back… I had a package out front on the stoop. It was a new burner with his new burner’s number programmed in, Tank’s too.”
“You’ve been talking?”
“No, but he texts every night. ‘Good night, beautiful.’ Sometimes I type replies then delete instead of pressing send. I still don’t know what to say, so I don’t.”
“You will know what to say when it’s time. Give yourself a break until then. Your dad’s still missing?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “I’ve been in touch with the MC back home. It doesn’t look good.”
“Who’s in charge then?”
“The VP, he’s okay. I’m just not sure who to trust anymore with Line going rogue and coming after us. He must’ve had my father’s office bugged. He was planning his takeover for a while. Who knows who is loyal to him versus my dad.”
“It’s good we have River, Tank, and Dean on our side.”
“Are they though? Were they?”
“They never made me feel unsafe, Savvy.”
“Tell that to my broken heart.”
“I’m a prune. I’m going to go shower and resist the temptation to check the phone he gave me.”
“Lemme see,” I held out a hand for her phone.
“No, you’ll get the screen wet.”
But she turned it around and pressed play.
She put music over our words… our faces were hidden. Swirling steam and snow contrasted with our wet, naked flesh. It was hot as fuck and she would get a ton of clicks.
“Fine, post it.”
“I will. Now I need you to take some shots of me.”
Brandi, leaned over the tub, her hand out catching snowflakes, her ass was sticking out and high, her wet thong slipped back on and between her thighs.
“I’m out. I only have so much self control.”
“Gonna call some club skank to take care of you?” I snickered.
“Maybe two or three, the way the two of you have me worked up.”
“And we didn’t even touch you,” Brandi replied, cupping her breasts as she turned around as I continued filming.
“Sexy girls, don’t need to try, You just have to breathe.”
“I’ll be by late morning to check in. I’ll leave the usual crew behind to make sure the two of you don’t drown in the hot tub.”
“Please,” I snickered.
Brandi and I just chilled as snow started to steadily fall. “I miss him,” she said so low I almost missed in my drug-hot tub induced coma.
“I know. I miss River too. I have a confession to make.”
“Oh?” She slid up in the water.
“A few days after we came back… I had a package out front on the stoop. It was a new burner with his new burner’s number programmed in, Tank’s too.”
“You’ve been talking?”
“No, but he texts every night. ‘Good night, beautiful.’ Sometimes I type replies then delete instead of pressing send. I still don’t know what to say, so I don’t.”
“You will know what to say when it’s time. Give yourself a break until then. Your dad’s still missing?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “I’ve been in touch with the MC back home. It doesn’t look good.”
“Who’s in charge then?”
“The VP, he’s okay. I’m just not sure who to trust anymore with Line going rogue and coming after us. He must’ve had my father’s office bugged. He was planning his takeover for a while. Who knows who is loyal to him versus my dad.”
“It’s good we have River, Tank, and Dean on our side.”
“Are they though? Were they?”
“They never made me feel unsafe, Savvy.”
“Tell that to my broken heart.”
“I’m a prune. I’m going to go shower and resist the temptation to check the phone he gave me.”
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