Page 24 of The Highwaymen

The way he saidfriendwas ripe with dirty implications. Tammy's gaze sharpened with interest even as a grin spread across her face.

“Well, any friend of Stu's is a friend of ours! C'mon in, boys, let's get you a drink.” She released me to grab Jamie by the hand, towing him into the trailer.

Deacon met my eyes over their heads, a wicked gleam in his eyes promising all sorts of trouble. He clapped me on the shoulder as I climbed the rickety metal steps into the cluttered trailer.

Inside, the air hung thick and hazy with smoke, a fog of stale cigarettes and pot. Tammy shoved aside a pile of magazines, gesturing for us to take a seat on the sagging couch. The trailer had seen better days, but it still felt like a grungy little slice of home sweet home.

Jamie perched himself on the arm, crossing his long legs with casual elegance even in this shithole. I dropped onto the cushion next to him, the springs groaning under my weight. Jamie's thigh pressed against my shoulder, his body heat soaking through the denim into my skin.

Deacon sauntered over to a battered cooler in the corner, fishing out cans of cheap beer. He tossed one to me and I cracked it open, the sharp hiss echoing through the cramped space. I took a long pull. It tasted like teenage mistakes and bad decisions. Perfect.

“Here ya go, darlin',” Tammy cooed, passing a beer to Jamie.

He took it with a wink and a smirk that promised all kinds of sin. Christ, the kid was trouble.

Deacon settled into a ripped armchair across from us, spreading his tree trunk thighs wide. Tammy draped herself over his lap like a cat in heat, her ample ass barely contained by cut-off shorts.

“So Stu,whatchu got for me?” Deacon asked.

I took a long pull from my beer before answering. “The usual. Couple kilos of Columbia’s finest, courtesy of Romeo’s gang.”

Tammy let out a husky laugh, lighting up a Virginia Slim. “Business as usual for you boys. And here I thought this was a social call.”

“Business before pleasure, darlin'. You know that.” I threw her a wink.

Deacon grunted. “You always were such a hard bastard when it came to work.”

“Gotta be,” I said, tapping out a cigarette. “Takes money to make money, and ain’t nothin’ in this world for free. That includes a good time.”

Deacon roared with laughter. “Ain’t that the goddamn truth?”

“So how’d you two meet?” Tammy asked, tapping a column of ash off her cigarette.

Jamie leaned forward, delicate fingers plucking the cigarette from my lips. He took a long drag, cheeks hollowing around it in a way that made my cock twitch.

“Oh, you know how it goes,” he said, blowing smoke through a wicked grin. “Boy meets trucker, trucker picks up boy...” He trailed off suggestively.

I snorted. “More like boy practically throws himself in front of my rig, beggin' for a ride.”

Jamie shot me a look, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Please. We both know you couldn't resist me if you tried.” He punctuated his words by grinding his ass against my shoulder.

Tammy let out a delighted cackle. “Sounds like you got your hands full with this one, Stu!”

“You don't know the half of it,” I grumbled, grabbing Jamie's hip in a bruising grip. The little tease just smirked.

Deacon watched our exchange, dark eyes glittering with amusement and something else. Hunger, maybe. I knew that look.

Deacon's gaze lingered on Jamie, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I like you, kid. You got spunk.”

He reached around and grabbed a handful of Tammy's tit, giving it a rough squeeze. She let out a breathy moan, arching into his touch.

“Ain't that right, baby? We like us some spunk,” Deacon growled, his other hand sliding up her bare thigh.

“Love it,” Tammy echoed.

Deacon pushed aside her tight tank top, freeing her heavy breasts. He palmed the creamy mounds of flesh, calloused thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.

Tammy blushed. “Deke, we just met the poor boy. Least let him finish his beer before you go showin’ him my tits.”

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