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chick. Broke a mirror in my apartment when I told her to go before the sun came up. Jesus, this engine is practically held together with chewing gum and spit.” Gumby sounded disgusted.
Striker barked out a laugh. “Gumb, ever think it may just be you?” He knew Brandi. In fact, he’d been on that ride once himself, and while he enjoyed busting Gumby’s balls, the man had a point. That chick was bad news. She’d gone off on him as well when he’d moved on after one night of fun. If she kept that dramatic shit up, the club would have to run her ass off.
“Wait, why haven’t I seen her around? Shit, can’t believe I’m missing out on some prime pussy.” Jester looked around. “Everyone had a shot at her?” He turned and walked toward the exit of the garage bay muttering something about being left out of the pussy loop. Turning back toward the garage he announced, “I’m going to grab a beer. No one talk about any new broads while I’m gone. I can’t afford to miss out, I’ve got a rep to uphold.”
The men cracked up, and Jester took a few steps backward out of the garage flipping them the bird with both hands. As he watched, Striker caught sight of a woman sprinting full out, on a direct course for the garage. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder as Jester stepped out of the garage.
“Whoa there, darlin’.” Jester reached out a hand and steadied the woman who nearly collided with him at full speed. “Stitch?” he queried, his voice full of surprise.
Lila sank to her knees, hands splayed on the ground in front of her as she sucked in great gulps of air. “Car…followed…shit…need…air.” She was panting so hard she could barely form words.
“Hey, Doc, I’m not one to discourage a gorgeous woman on her knees at my feet, but you may want to tone it down a notch if you’re not gonna be able to stand at the end of your run. Hey, you okay?” His voice changed from teasing to concerned as Lila started to tremble at his feet.
Striker wiped his grease-stained hands on his jeans before he walked over and crouched down beside Lila, and placed a hand on her heaving back. Her head dropped forward, and sweat dripped from a long ponytail onto the ground as it dangled over her shoulder. Her entire body heaved, and she gulped in air. Jesus, was something seriously wrong with her? “Lila, what the hell is going on? What are you doing here?”
After a few moments, her breathing finally calmed enough for her to answer his question. She sat back on her heels, and scrubbed her hands over her sweat-dampened face. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here.” She paused to take a few breaths. “I was out for my morning run…and noticed a car…on my street.” Still winded, it took a while to get her point across. “After a few miles…I saw it again. Thought it might be tailing me.” She took three deep breaths in a row. It seemed to do the trick and she was able to continue. “I turned down a bunch of streets to see if I could lose it or if it really was following me, and it stayed with me until about three blocks that way.” She gestured with her hand, her breathing still audible. “Then it tried to run me down. I was close to here, and it’s the only place I know in this area, so I just ran as fast as possible until I got here.”
“Fuck! You sure it was gunning for you, and not just a shitty driver?” Striker asked, still on the ground with her.
“I’m sure. Like I said, he stayed with me despite multiple random turns.”
“Running, huh? No wonder your ass is so tight, Doc.” Jester bobbed his eyebrows at her.
Leave it to Jester to spew out a ridiculous comment at such an inappropriate time.
Lila burst out laughing. “Thanks, Jester, I needed that.”
“Hey, Striker.” Jester tilted his head toward the street where an old model green Buick with muddy plates was slowly rolling past.
“That the car, babe?”
Lila’s head popped up and her eyes went wide. “What?
Striker barked out a laugh. “Gumb, ever think it may just be you?” He knew Brandi. In fact, he’d been on that ride once himself, and while he enjoyed busting Gumby’s balls, the man had a point. That chick was bad news. She’d gone off on him as well when he’d moved on after one night of fun. If she kept that dramatic shit up, the club would have to run her ass off.
“Wait, why haven’t I seen her around? Shit, can’t believe I’m missing out on some prime pussy.” Jester looked around. “Everyone had a shot at her?” He turned and walked toward the exit of the garage bay muttering something about being left out of the pussy loop. Turning back toward the garage he announced, “I’m going to grab a beer. No one talk about any new broads while I’m gone. I can’t afford to miss out, I’ve got a rep to uphold.”
The men cracked up, and Jester took a few steps backward out of the garage flipping them the bird with both hands. As he watched, Striker caught sight of a woman sprinting full out, on a direct course for the garage. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder as Jester stepped out of the garage.
“Whoa there, darlin’.” Jester reached out a hand and steadied the woman who nearly collided with him at full speed. “Stitch?” he queried, his voice full of surprise.
Lila sank to her knees, hands splayed on the ground in front of her as she sucked in great gulps of air. “Car…followed…shit…need…air.” She was panting so hard she could barely form words.
“Hey, Doc, I’m not one to discourage a gorgeous woman on her knees at my feet, but you may want to tone it down a notch if you’re not gonna be able to stand at the end of your run. Hey, you okay?” His voice changed from teasing to concerned as Lila started to tremble at his feet.
Striker wiped his grease-stained hands on his jeans before he walked over and crouched down beside Lila, and placed a hand on her heaving back. Her head dropped forward, and sweat dripped from a long ponytail onto the ground as it dangled over her shoulder. Her entire body heaved, and she gulped in air. Jesus, was something seriously wrong with her? “Lila, what the hell is going on? What are you doing here?”
After a few moments, her breathing finally calmed enough for her to answer his question. She sat back on her heels, and scrubbed her hands over her sweat-dampened face. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here.” She paused to take a few breaths. “I was out for my morning run…and noticed a car…on my street.” Still winded, it took a while to get her point across. “After a few miles…I saw it again. Thought it might be tailing me.” She took three deep breaths in a row. It seemed to do the trick and she was able to continue. “I turned down a bunch of streets to see if I could lose it or if it really was following me, and it stayed with me until about three blocks that way.” She gestured with her hand, her breathing still audible. “Then it tried to run me down. I was close to here, and it’s the only place I know in this area, so I just ran as fast as possible until I got here.”
“Fuck! You sure it was gunning for you, and not just a shitty driver?” Striker asked, still on the ground with her.
“I’m sure. Like I said, he stayed with me despite multiple random turns.”
“Running, huh? No wonder your ass is so tight, Doc.” Jester bobbed his eyebrows at her.
Leave it to Jester to spew out a ridiculous comment at such an inappropriate time.
Lila burst out laughing. “Thanks, Jester, I needed that.”
“Hey, Striker.” Jester tilted his head toward the street where an old model green Buick with muddy plates was slowly rolling past.
“That the car, babe?”
Lila’s head popped up and her eyes went wide. “What?
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