Page 25 of The Highwaymen

“They’re nice tits though, aren’t they, Jamie?” Deacon grinned.

Jamie leaned forward, stubbing out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on the table. His eyes glittered with mischief as he turned to Tammy, a salacious grin spreading across his face.

“Nice enough,” Jamie said sweetly. “But no offense, honey. I bat for the other team.”

Tammy let out a throaty laugh, not bothering to cover herself back up. “Well, ain't that a cryin' shame! More dick for me, though, I suppose.”

She punctuated her words by grinding down on Deacon's lap. He let out a grunt, hands tightening on her hips.

I took a long drag of my cigarette, trying to ignore the way Jamie was looking at me from under his lashes, all coy invitation. The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“What about you, Stu?” Tammy purred, arching her back. “I know how you and Deacon like to play. Deacon and Stu here go both ways, don’t you boys? I’m surethey can show you a good time, Jamie, honey.”

I shot Tammy a warning look. “Careful now. Don't go runnin' that pretty mouth of yours and givin' the kid any ideas.”

Jamie turned to me, a wicked gleam in his eye. He trailed a hand up my thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to my stiffening cock. “Oh, I've already got plenty of ideas, honey bunny. No help needed there.”

I grabbed his wrist in a vise grip, stilling his teasing touch. “Watch it, pumpkin,” I growled under my breath. “You're playin' with fire.”

Jamie just smirked, fearless little shit that he was. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Maybe I like the burn.”

Fuck. I was hard as granite, my dick straining against the confines of my jeans. I wanted nothing more than to bend the mouthy little tease over my knee and tan his hide, then fuck him raw and screaming.

But that would have to wait. We had business to conclude first.

I stood abruptly, dislodging Jamie from his perch. He pouted up at me, but I ignored him, turning to Deacon. “Let's have a look at the product, yeah? I ain't got all night.”

Deacon chuckled, giving Tammy's tit one last squeeze before shifting her off his lap. “You heard the man. Business before pleasure, honey. We got all night to party afterward.”

Deacon led me out back behind the trailer to where my rig was parked. I popped the heavy padlock on the trailer and swung the doors wide. Inside were crates stacked high, some filled with car parts, and some filled with tightly wrapped bricks of pure white powder.

Deacon let out a low whistle. “Goddamn, Stu. Quite thehaul you got here.”

I grunted in agreement, tossing him a kilo from the top of the stack. “Think you can move it?”

“Course I can. I’m Deacon fucking Dee.” Deacon tore open the corner of the package and dipped a finger in, bringing it to his tongue for a taste. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out an appreciative groan. “Fuck me, that's some good shit.”

“Told ya. I only bring the best.”

We quickly unloaded the crates into Deacon's shed, stacking them behind piles of rusted engine parts and old tires. In their place, I loaded up another duffle bag full of cash, my sixty percent cut. Not a bad take for a few days' drive.

With the cargo swapped, we headed back inside the trailer, the wad of bills heavy in my pocket. I was ready to indulge in the other half of our business arrangement, the part that involved a whole lot less talking and a lot more skin.

Jamie was waiting outside the trailer for me and flashed Deacon an apologetic smile. “Mind if I talk to my man for a second?”

Deacon nodded. “Sure thing. Come inside whenever you’re ready.”

As soon as Deacon disappeared into the trailer, Jamie rounded on me, a fierce look in his eyes. He jabbed a finger into my chest. “Listen up, Stu. I know what kind of freaky shit you're into with those two, but let's get one thing straight. I ain't sharin' you with nobody, got it?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That so? Funny, you didn't seem to mind Deacon gettin' all handsy with you earlier.”

Jamie scowled. “That was just me messin' with you, and you know it. It’s one thing when clothes are on. Another entirely once we go past that.”

He stepped closer, slender body pressing against mine, pinning me against the side of the trailer. I could feel the heat of him through our clothes, his heart beating rabbit-quick. He slid his hands up my chest to twine around my neck, pulling my head down so his lips brushed my ear.

“I'm willin' to play along and put on a little show for your friends,” he purred, hot breath tickling my skin. “Let 'em watch me ridin' your big cock, maybe suck you off real pretty. But that's it. They don't get to touch. I'm yours, Stu. Only yours. Same goes for you. I don’t want that woman all over you.”

“Just her, huh? What about Deacon? Maybe I want a taste of that.”

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