Huck
Wednesday afternoon, Daisy and I were driving back over the bridge from Vancouver to her condo. Gina had managed to get in for an MRI that morning and we’d stopped for lunch at a little place by the water before heading back ho.
I linked my fingers with hers as we drove and smiled. "Thanks for leaving the love bubble to co with ."
She glanced around the cab of my truck. "Soone had to watch your six."
I laughed. "Didn’t realize you did a tour in the marines, baby."
Daisy wrinkled her nose. "Don’t joke. This is serious."
"Daisy, no one knows I’m here. Nothing is going to happen."
She let out the cutest little huff and rolled her eyes. "I’ll worry enough for the both of us and ensure nothing does."
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her palm. "Okay, beautiful, you do that. We’ll get ho and I’ll make sure you relax again."
She blushed. "You better."
I grinned. I loved how she still blushed despite the fact I’d seen every inch of her body, not to ntion, tasted it.
"Did the woman say how long it’ll take to get your results back?"
"She was sending them over to Gina within the hour, so I should have a ssage in my chart by the end of the day. Gina said she’d call as well as soon as she sees the images."
"I hope it’s fast."
" too."
Daisy’s phone pealed, muted by her purse, so she fished it out, then answered it. "Hey, bestie. Oh?" She glanced at , then back at the road. "It’s Church, though."
I frowned. I didn’t know Teagan was religious.
"Um, I’ll ask Huck. That actually sounds fun. Okay. Sure. Bye."
I turned to her when I pulled up to a red light. "Not a big organized religion kind of guy, babe."
"Huh?"
"You said sothing about church."
"Oh." She chuckled. "Right, sorry, let explain. It’s Wednesday, so that ans ’church,’ which is the weekly club eting for officers. I guess they’ve decided to turn it into an impromptu party. Feel like hanging out with everyone? The dads and kids, anyway. Since it’s a holiday weekend, our moms went out tonight. I guess they all took tomorrow and Friday off to start the party early."
"You’re good to leave the bubble?"
"Nothing safer than the compound," she pointed out.
"You’ve got a point." I smiled. "Sure, that sounds fun. We’ll stop at the Freddie’s by the condo."
"No, the club’s stocked."
"My mom will skin alive if she finds out I go to a party empty-handed, Daisy."
"I won’t tell if you don’t."
"Aren’t you being just a skosh paranoid?"
"Skosh?" she breathed out.
"Yeah, just a little. You know? Skosh."
"I know what skosh ans, Huck." She let out a frustrated huff. "It’s called ’better safe than sorry.’ If we’re missing anything, we’ll send a recruit out to get it."
I sighed. "Okay, are we stopping back at the condo first, or heading straight to the club?"
"Heading straight to the club," she said. "Unless you need to stop?"
"I’m good."
"Are you sure, because we’ll probably be there until late."
"Baby?"
She turned toward . "Yes?"
"Take a breath," I said, taking her hand again and giving it a squeeze. "Why are you so amped?"
She bit her lip. "I’m just worried about you."
"Don’t be."
"That’s like telling not to breathe."
"What helps more? Wine or tequila?"
"For what?"
"For you to chill the fuck out?"
She let out a quiet snort. "Oh, tequila, definitely."
"Right, first order of business is to get you a shot." I raised an eyebrow. "Or twelve."
"I can get behind that plan," she said with a grin.
"Remind how to get to the club," I said, and she directed into Beaverton.
We pulled into Big Ernie’s twenty minutes later and parked around the back, then I followed Daisy inside.
The second we entered the building, Teagan rushed to Daisy’s side and pulled her in for a hug, while Buzz bellowed, "Huck the Puck, get your ass over here!"
Daisy grinned up at . "Go with Buzz, I’ll find you in a few."
"You sure you don’t wanna have my six?"
"Suck my dick, big man."
I laughed, leaning down to kiss her quickly. "Later."
She gave my beard a parting tug then followed Teagan into the kitchen, while I made my way over to Buzz. He slapped on my back and handed a beer.
"Thanks, man," I said, and twisted off the top.
"Co on out back and I’ll introduce you to a couple of the recruits."
I nodded, and we headed out one of the sliding glass doors.
"Huck, this is Grip, and this is Hamr," Buzz said, leaning in closer to . "As in, dumb as a bag of hamrs."
I’m pretty sure that last part was supposed to be for my ears only, but Buzz didn’t have a volu switch when it ca to his voice, and Grip bust out laughing while Hamr flipped him off.
"Oh, wait, are you Huck the Puck?" Hamr asked.
"See?" Buzz said. "Little slow on the uptake, this one."
I grinned. "I am."
"Shit, man, sorry about your knee."
"All good." I took a swig of my beer.
"Buzz!" We turned to see Hatch at the slider, and he gave a chin lift. "Hey, Huck, good to see you."
I tipped my beer toward him. "You too."
"You need , Prez?" Buzz asked.
"Yeah. You need to settle a bet."
"Right. Be back." He grinned, jabbing a finger at . "Don’t move."
I gave him a salute and he jogged inside.
"Are you prospecting for the club, too?" Grip asked.
Before I could answer, Hamr jumped in. "We’ve been sloggin’ for almost a year. Word ca down at tonight’s eting, and Hatch and the officers said we could prospect, which ans, soon we’ll have access to everything the club has to offer."
"And what does the club offer?" I asked.
Hamr rubbed his hands together. "A fine selection of pussy for one."
"All you ever do is think with your dick," Grip lanted.
Hamr scoffed. "Like you’re one to talk."
"I think with my dick and my liver," Grip said, raising his beer. "Which gash is it this week?"
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