Page 11 of Pooh

“Fuck you, Vex! Get away from me with that!”

“Okay, guys, gather around,” I say to the few men in the crowd.

They step forward and between the five of us, including the moron in the cart, we get Axel’s ass free from the Tony Stewart race car cart. Without the lube being needed.

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“I’m never speaking to either of you again,” pouts Axel.

“Come on, Princess. Don’t be like that,” chuckles Vex.

“You’re just pissed because a woman kicked your ass,” I add.

“Not sure she was a woman. I’m positive I felt a cock when she dove on me,” Axel continues to pout.

“Quit trying to make yourself feel better by saying it was really a guy. I saw breasts so I’m declaring her a female,” insists Vex.

“She had man hands and chest hair!” Axel whines.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ax.”

After extricating Axel’s ass from the cart, the manager was more than happy to assist us in finding all the things a four-year-old boy would love. She even tried giving them to us for free to smooth over the incident. We refused her offer, reassured her that Axel would not be suing the store or pressing charges and then made Axel use his credit card to pay for everything. All’s well that ends well.

Now we’re in the parking lot trying to figure out how to fit all these items into our saddlebags. Not going to happen. We need to call someone with a vehicle to assist us in our endeavor of brightening a small child’s day.

After a phone call and a short wait, Trigger’s truck pulls up next to us and he steps out. On the shorter side, but still well-built, he looks us over with an eyebrow raised.

“You dumbasses come here on your bikes and then buy enough stuff to need a truck. Jesus H. Christ, is there even one brain between the three of you? And what happened to your face, Ax? Wait! No, I don’t want to know. Just start loading this shit up,” he says, disgustedly.

Trigger comes across as grumpy and ornery but he has a heart of gold and is a great club brother. But he’s not afraid to speak his mind and feels that at his age, he has the right. Since it’s usually him we call when we need help, he’s probably right.

We get the bags and boxes loaded up and Trigger, mumbling about idiots, climbs in his truck and follows us to Ava’s bakery, Sweet Angel Treats. I go inside and find that Trudy, Petey’s wife and Ol’ Lady, has already boxed up a huge selection of treats. I plant a kiss on her cheek, grab the box and head out the door.

When we pull to a stop behind New Horizons, I text Pippa to let her know we’re here. A moment later, the back door swings open and there she stands. My impression of her yesterday was spot on. She is gorgeous.

“Merry Christmas to me,” Vex whispers, while dismounting his bike and staring at Pippa.

“No! Just no, Vex. Keep your dick under control because this one’s not for you,” I growl at him.

Three sets of eyes swing my way, all with raised eyebrows.

“And why is that, brother?” Vex questions.

“I don’t know. Just don’t be yourself. I just, fuck, I don’t know, okay?”

Pippa reaches our group and looks each guy over carefully before turning to me.

“Hey, Pooh. I see you brought some friends.”

I do the introductions and, luckily, each of the guys behave themselves. Even Axel. Miracles do occur.

“What happened to your face?” Pippa asks Axel.

“There was this little old lady whose cat had climbed a tree. I have a bit of a hero complex so I volunteered to climb up and save her kitty. Well, it turns out that…”

“Stop. Save your breath. I don’t think I want to know what really happened to your face,” Pippa interrupts Axel’s bullshit story, grinning at him and shaking her head.

“Pooh! Hey!” I hear just before Craig crashes into my legs.

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