Page 66 of Gash

Within minutes she was sitting on Gash’slap at the table with a plate of sausages, biscuits, and gravy.Shedidn’t know how she was going to eat it all, but she was going togive it a go.

Gash reached around her with afork, and started to help her eat the food.She liked the intimacy of theireating, and knew it was something she was looking forward to formany years to come.

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Sandy stared across the clubhouse as Stinkfixed up his bike.The club was all on lockdown once again, and shewas strangely happy about that.She shared his room, and throughoutthe night Stink would hold her tightly against him.The best partof her night was being in Stink’s arms.He made her feel safe andhappy.

“What are you staring at or do Ialready know?”Rose asked.

“Nothing.”

“You can’t fool me.You’ve gotyour eye on that hunky man there with no ability to smell.He’s ahot choice, and everyone knows he’s crazy about you.”

“Stop it?”Sandy asked,hating how guilty she felt.

“Why?Can’t stand to see what isin front of you?He loves you, Sandy.”

“I was a clubwhore.”

“So?Are you saying women whofuck any man can’t find love or be happy?That seems a bit …mean.”

Sandy sighed.“No, I’m not sayingthat.”

“Stink’s notmarried.”

“I know that.”

“Then what is stoppingyou?”

“He deserves someone betterthan me.He’s a good guy, and I’m not that girl.”

“Good, because he’s notlooking for a girl.He’s looking for a woman, and he’s looking atyou.You’re the one he wants.Stop being an insecure bitch, and goand get him.He loves you, and life is just so damn hard, don’tmake it harder.”

Rose tapped her shoulder, and Sandysighed.

What would be wrong with actually givingin, and finding out what this attraction was like?Stink wasn’t abad guy.

Making up her mind, she made her waytoward him.Even though it was cold outside, Stink was stillworking on his bike.He loved his bike.

“What’s going on, Sandy?”he asked before she even spoke.

“How did you know it wasme?”

“I know you, babe.”Hestood, wiping his hand on an already streaked dirtycloth.

“It’s not exactlyattractive calling someone predictable.”

“Didn’t call youpredictable.I wouldn’t dream of labeling you with that kind ofshit.”

He stared at her, and like so manytimes before, her heart started to pound.What was it about thisman that had her melting from the inside out?They hadn’t doneanything but share a few fleeting kisses.Yes, she shared his bed,but it hadn’t actually led to anything.

“What have you come to talkto me about?”Stink asked.

“I want to give us atry.”

She ran fingers through her hair, suddenlynervous.

He dropped the cloth to thefloor and stepped up toward her.The scent of leather and oilsurrounded him.“It’s about time you came to your senses.”He sankhis fingers into her hair, and slammed his lips down on hers.Therewas no more fight within her, especially as she wantedhim as much as hewanted her.

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