Page 19 of Pooh

My blouse is finally dry and my hair has been pulled up in a messy bun. I have decided that, even though I no longer need it, I’m claiming Pooh’s hoodie as mine now. It smells just like him. A hint of a subtle cologne, leather and man. Hot, sexy, biker man. Unless he tackles me and rips it from my body, it’s staying on me.

I wander around the yard, watching the men work, and I’m amazed at how much they are getting done in the few short hours they have been here. A few more men have shown up and everyone is focused on the job at hand. They’re poking fun at each other and generally appear to be having fun while they work. It’s obvious they’re a close group and have history together. I’m envious.

I was worried that things would be awkward between Pooh and I, but they’re not in the least. And that’s because of his actions and behavior. He isn’t treating me any different than before. Not ignoring me or giving me the cold shoulder. Instead, he’s done introductions every time a new person has shown up, joked with me about getting bested by a four-year-old and warned me about Vex and his female appetite. It was cute and funny and I find that I like Pooh more each time I spend time around him.

The man is certainly easy on the eyes too. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve already used my mental images of him to relieve a little sexual tension. Tension that he causes just by being himself. I also admit that I seem to gravitate to him whenever I step into the yard area.

“It’s so nice of you to do all of this, Trigger. We can’t thank you enough,” I hear Tammy say.

“Happy to help, ma’am. The little guy needs a safe yard to play and it won’t take this crew long to give him one,” Trigger gruffly responds. I see a small smile on his face and it changes his whole persona. He doesn’t seem like the somewhat standoffish man I met a few days ago.

“You have some handsome friends. Is one of them your special friend?” Tammy boldly asks.

“In the club, we consider each other brothers, if that’s what you mean,” Trigger answers, clearly confused by the question.

“Well, no, that’s not really what I meant. What I was ask…”

“Hey, Tammy! Sorry to interrupt, but could you possibly order some pizza? My treat. Here’s my card. Just order as many as you think we need to feed the men and the women in the house. Please,” Pooh states while pushing a credit card into Tammy’s hand. She’s obviously startled by Pooh’s interruption but nods her head and takes his card. He looks relieved when she turns to the house and walks away.

I follow Tammy in the house and we make the calls for beer and pizza but we use my card instead. The least we can do is feed these guys.

Pooh

Holy shit! That was close. When I heard Tammy’s question, I knew right away that Pippa had shared that I said Trigger was gay. I can only imagine the beat down that man will give me if he finds that out. Yes, I feel guilty about my little lie, but not enough to suffer the damage Trig would mete out.

“What did you do?” accuses Petey as he steps up beside me.

I look to see him grinning, arms crossed and waiting for me to come clean.

“I didn’t do anything. I just offered to pay for dinner. Why are you asking me that?” I answer and I sound guilty even to my own ears. I cringe inwardly because Petey is never going to buy that line of bullshit.

“I ask because I raised Axel. Not much I haven’t seen or heard while raising him. There are not many people out there who can find mischief or trouble as quickly as he can. And I know guilt when I see it. So, I’ll ask again. What did you do?”

“Are you going to snitch me out?”

“Have I ever?” Petey returns.

I sigh. Petey has been a great brother and he’s right. He’s never snitched me out for any of the stupid shit me, or me and Axel, have done.

“I may have given Pippa the impression that Trigger is gay.”

Petey’s eyes widen for a moment before he barks out a huge laugh. When he’s done, he asks, “And why would you do that?”

“Pippa asked for Trigger’s number. I thought she was interested in him,” I sheepishly admit.

After another round of hearty laughter, Petey wipes his eyes and states, “And you’re hot for Pippa so you thought you’d close that door. Jesus Christ, Pooh! It’s not Trigger Pippa has been eyeing all afternoon, you fool. It’s been you and it’s been noticeable to everyone but you, obviously. Shit, boy, if Trigger finds out he’s going to hand you your ass.”

“I know that, asshole! That’s why I sent Tammy for pizza. Pippa must have told Tammy what I said about Trigger.”

“So, what’s your game plan here?”

“I’m not sure yet,” I grin at Petey.

“Yeah, you might want to come up with a better plan than that. Pretty sure your current plan is going to backfire on you,” Petey grins back.

“Hey! You two lazy shits want to help us out here or just stand around and gossip like women?” barks Trigger. We laugh at him as we get back to work.

After a quick dinner of pizza and beer, we get back to work on building the fence. Little Craig is chattering non-stop to each and every club member and everyone is getting quite a kick out of the little guy. He’s bright, articulate and not afraid to approach anyone. He’s also not afraid to spout his opinion about any topic.

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