Page 83 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“I brought your truck home. Depending on how things go tonight, I’ll get Ders, Hobie, or Spider to give me a ride out to the clubhouse and ride my bike back here if you’ll let me stay.”
Fitz grinned. “If you didn’t need to be out there, I’d pack you up and move you in with me. Now, you wanna go shower with me so we can get ready to do this thing?”
“Shower with you? Fuck yeah. When I got here today, Tanya and Jim were playing chess. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Fitz pulled me up from the chair, and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck. “I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you, too. For future reference, I love hearing from you, even if it’s just a sweet text that you love me like you sent today. I worry about you when you’re not here. I think we have a lot to talk about once we get this shit behind us.”
When we went inside, Jim and Tanya were laughing as she put the chess set away. “Who won?” I asked.
Tanya turned toward us and flashed a huge smile. “For the first time, I did. Best three out of five.”
She picked up her purse and jacket before she hugged Jim. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It hit me that Jim couldn’t go to live with my parents since it seemed my father was a traitor. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t turn the man over to the Scorpions to keep TJ under their control.
I needed to discuss a lot of shit with Fitz because I was completely overwhelmed with what the hell was happening with my father and the Scorpions. My life was spiraling out of control, and I needed it to stop right fucking now. In my head and my heart, Fitz could make that happen.
I stripped and helped strip him, and we turned on the shower. Once we were inside, I fell to my knees and took that incredible cock into my mouth. His hands went to my hair, him pulling out the elastic band and running his fingers through it. His touch grounded me in an instant.
“Fuck, yeah. I love you. Please, don’t stop.” His voice was deep and growly, and my cock was straining for friction. I wanted to fuck him, but we had no supplies in his shower, so I was going to suck him dry.
I pulled off. “Come for me, baby.” I took him back inside, feeling him thrust as he fucked my mouth.
“Ahhh!”Fitz’s salty release coated my tongue, and I surged forward to take him into my throat, swallowing around his cock and taking everything he had to give.
He touched my cheek as he moved back. “When we get home later, sugar…”
“You don’t have to make any promises. I’m not sure what the fuck is going to happen, but I’ll carry you with me.” I stood, patting my gut. We washed each other quickly and got out to dress. Luckily, I had clean clothes at his house.
When we finished, we went to the living room to find it empty, so I followed Fitz, who was holding my hand, into the kitchen where Jim was sitting at the table with a beer in front of him.
I went to the fridge and grabbed one for myself, offering one to Fitz. “No thanks, Sawyer. I’m our designated driver tonight.”
He grabbed a flavored water out of the fridge and sat down across from Jim. “You and Tanya getting along well?”
Jim picked up his beer and took a sip before speaking. “I don’t let my disability hold me back from anything. Tanya wants me and I know it. I just gotta keep challenging her until she figures it out.”
Hell, if she was interested in Jim and the two of them hit it off, I would be their biggest cheerleader. Jim deserved to be happy like anyone, and if he and Tanya got together, it would be one less worry for TJ… One less worry for me.
“Hey, good for you, Jim. You ready to go?” I asked as I sipped my beer.
“Yep. Let’s go.” Jim unfolded a white mobility cane, finished his beer, and stood from his chair. He tapped his way to the counter where he placed his empty bottle and turned toward the living room.
I gulped mine and walked to the table, taking Fitz’s hand. “Let’s go, babe. Whatever happens, we face it together.” I didn’t know how to say what I felt any better.
The three of us went to the truck, and I helped Jim in the back seat, making sure he was buckled in. His body was tense, and I knew why. His grandson was at stake.
Fitz drove us to a tan stucco, two-story house on South Sorrel. In the driveway was the gray pickup I’d seen earlier, though I didn’t know who lived there. Fitz parked behind it, honking twice.
A tall man with a blond buzz cut walked out of the house, sliding a key into the dead bolt on the front door before pushing against the door to double-check. He waved to Fitz and walked to the door behind the driver, hopping in. “Thanks for picking me up, Fitz.”
“Glad you’re coming along. Jagger Hansen, meet Jim Middleton in the back with you. Sawyer Abbott, my partner, with me. Guys, this is my coworker at Sparks Bail Bonds, Jagger.” Fitz shifted into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
Jim provided most of the conversation as we drove to The Old Strip. Fitz and Jagger answered his questions about where we were and what we were driving past, and I got lost in my thoughts.
There was a possibility that Jim’s only living relative on earth might die that night, and I couldn’t keep those thoughts from my mind. I had the feeling there would be violence, but I wouldn’t start it.
