Page 30 of Doozer

Doozer

“OW! THAT SHIT stings!” I cried out to the delight of Cricket’s kitchen staff.

“Serves you right for calling her a swamp creature,” Cricket scolded.

“I said Swamp Thing. You know. The comic book,” I corrected.

“That’s the problem. Guys know too much about comic books, and not enough about how to treat women.”

“Oh, yeah,” I challenged. “How’s that?”

“You should treat her like a princess,” Cricket said.

Trouble and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Thank you for having my back, Cricket, but I’m afraid this turd bucket is right. None of that princess crap for me. I’d never be caught dead in a ball gown. Besides, he’s usually extremely sweet to me. Not that he’d dare show it in front of all you macho assholes.”

More laughs from our apron-clad brothers filled the kitchen.

Trouble patched over to the Burning Saints from BFK about a year ago and had no problems fitting right in with our crew. We needed another capable mechanic, and Cowboy felt she was ready for a change. “Hungry to chew on somethin’ new for a while,” as he put it. She’d grown up riding and proven herself to be loyal to both BFK and the Saints. She was tough, smart, a more than capable mechanic, and the sexiest woman I’d ever crossed paths with.

I leaned in a gave her a kiss. “I don’t care if the whole world knows. I’ll shout it from the rooftop,” I said, cupping my hands around my mouth. “I’m in love with a shrub!”

Trouble began to raise her rifle, but I stopped her with another kiss.

“That’s better,” she said softly.

Growing up, I’d been taught to keep expectations of people low. My father constantly drilled into me that people were mostly selfish and never to be trusted. He told me repeatedly to never base my future on anyone else. The sooner I got used to the idea that I was on my own, the better, but for the first time in my life I was looking forward to my future. A future with her.

“How ’bout we get you out of these wet clothes and into a hot shower?” I asked.

“Even better still,” she replied.

“I’m gonna take Trouble to our bunk. I’ll be back in a bit.” I told Cricket and led my woman back to our shared space. I’d never lived with any of my girlfriends before and I was surprised by how great it was. At least it was great with her. I’m not sure how I would feel with someone else, but with her, things were pretty easy fuckin’ breezy.

Until recently, that is.

Trouble stripped her gear off and I started the shower. The bunk houses were among the oldest buildings on the Sanctuary property and the water took forever to heat up. If things with Trouble kept going well, I was hoping to find us an apartment of our own in Portland. Even though Trouble had a “tom-boy” streak and could hang with the guys, she was still one hundred percent woman. Tough, but sensitive. Sometimes I had to remind myself not to take my teasing too far. She was an only child who’d lost her father when she was young. I was used to sibling rivalries, competition, and endless ball breaking.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, sensing something was on her mind. “I didn’t actually hurt your feelings with that swamp thing shit, did I?”

“What?” She replied, clearly lost in thought. “No, no. It’s nothing. We can talk about it later.”

“Well, which is it?” I asked. “Nothing, or is there something we need to talk about?”

She smiled. “Honestly, talking is the last thing I want to do right now.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you want to do?”

“How ’bout you strip and join me in the shower, and I’ll show you.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

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Trouble

I stepped into the shower and shoved my head under the hot water. God, what the hell was I going to say to Doozer? Luckily, he was a man who never turned down sex and every time I needed to distract him, I just showed him my tits. It worked every time and often helped to distract me as well.

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