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I slid my hands up his chest. “I love you, honey. I’m sorry that letter was such a shitshow.”

“Love you too. I’m very fuckin’ glad the letter was a shitshow, rather than a fuck off.”

“How long are you staying?”

“A few days. At least long enough to fuck you ten or twenty times.”

I rolled my eyes. “One track mind.”

“Look, if you want to talk and forgo my mouth on your pussy, I’m totally fine with that.”

I shivered. “You have no idea how badly I want your mouth on my pussy.”

“Taxi said the team’s on furlough this weekend, is that right?”

“Yup,” I confirmed.

“I’ve got a motel room close by. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s clean and it’s private.”

I grinned. “Then why are we standing here?”

“Good question, baby.”

“I’ll grab a couple of things from my room and meet you back here.”

“Pack light, we’ll be on a bike,” he said.

“A bike? How did you manage that?”

“I made some calls before I got here and found out there’s a Harley dealership that rents bikes near the airport. I figured you’d be jonesin’ to get in the saddle by now. I thought we could go for a ride through the Virginia countryside tomorrow.”

I gave Doozer the biggest kiss I could muster. “You are the best. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“I’m timing you.”

I let out a quiet squeak and rushed out of the room.

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Doozer

Moments after Trouble left, Taxi entered the room, and he was rip shit pissed.

“I’m only gonna warn you once,” he growled. “Take one step over the line while you’re here and I’ll send the both of you packing back to Portland.”

“Look, I’m not here to fuck anyone’s shit up, okay?”

“Why the hell are you here, Doozer?”

“I’m here for Trouble,” I replied, calmly.

“Trouble is here to train.”

“I understand that.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Look, Minus told me to—”

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