Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (5 page)

Justice

M
y big ideas about our second date don’t pan
out. Right off, I notice Court’s in a strange mood. He still holds my hand as
we walk into TR’s Jug. When I tease him by asking if this restaurant is another
testing location for his dates, he gives me a half-grin and says nothing.

Soon, I wonder
if he’s fallen so hard for me that his brain is permanently damaged. Is this
how he’ll be from now on? Considering how much I talk, his silence shouldn’t be
too big of a problem.

We sit across
from each other in the booth like on our first date. I consider sliding in next
to him and feeling up his hot body during our meal, but his mood forces me to
chicken out. I look over the menu, set it aside, and then pick it up again. I’m
not a solitary person. I crave feedback.
A head nod. An eye roll. An annoyed
sigh. SOMETHING!

Court
offers only silence. Plus, he studies the
menu as if he’s never been to the restaurant before in his entire life despite
nearly every person here saying hello to him. Hot damn, even the cook leans out
of the kitchen and waves at him.

I decide to
order something super fattening because Court’s silence leaves me unfulfilled.
Apparently, if I’m ever forced into a life alone, I’ll end up weighing three
hundred pounds. Man, I can’t even imagine how many great meals I’ll enjoy on my
way to that weight.

After we order,
I get bored of daydreaming about a joyfully fat version of me. Instead, I stare
at Court, who scratches at his stubbled jaw as if he’s suffering from a bad
case of grumpy lice.

“Do you like
Tumbling Rock?” I ask him when he’s quiet for too long.

Court
focuses on me and nods. “It’s where I
live.”

“Did you suffer
a brain injury in the last twenty-four hours?”

“No,” he
grumbles.

“Why are you
acting like a queef? Should I storm out? Is that what you want? Well, no luck there,
buddy. I’m staying put because I’m hungry, and you’re paying for my meal. So
just forget about getting out of enduring me for at least an hour.”

“I’m sorry. I
haven’t been on a date in a while. Also, what the hell is a queef?”

“I called you a
vaginal fart. As for your long stretch of loneliness, that’s weird. I totally
heard you went on a date yesterday with a super-hot chick with minty breath and
a great smile and a semi-curvy body.”

“I meant
besides you.”

“What’s the bug
up your ass? Perhaps I can assist you in digging it out.”

“I got into it
with Becca yesterday, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, because rude
silence is way better,” I say, dramatically throwing up my hands.

Court smiles
grudgingly. “She doesn’t take care of Felix or her other kids. Their
grandmother can’t do it alone, and Becca freaks out if I talk about getting
custody of Felix.”

“Freaks out
how?”

“Screaming.
Crying. Threats of violence. Threats of suicide. More crying.”

“When my sister
Poppy first started getting her period, she was so over the top with her
hormones that we locked her in a cage during the heavy days. Have you
considered this kind of tough love with Becca?”

“I don’t have a
cage,” he says, fighting a grin.

“Do you really
think she’ll hurt herself or Felix?”

“No, but I’m
not great with crying women.”

“Hmm, good to
know.”

“I’m sorry I
was a queef.”

“You should be.
I’ve been super nice to you.”

“Yes, you have.
I like when you kicked me under the table a few minutes ago.”

“That was an
accident. I mean, I meant to do it, but not in real life. I was imagining doing
it and my foot jumped the gun.”

“There’s
nothing wrong with you wanting me to pay attention to you.”

“No, in fact,
there’s really nothing wrong with anything I do.”

Court laughs.
“What do you want out of Tumbling Rock?”

“I don’t know.
I came here because Christine wanted to. Despite my independent spirit, I’m a
sheep who follows my mother everywhere.”

Court
reaches across the table and caresses my
knuckles. “Do you ever think about getting a place of your own?”

“No. One day, Journey
will move out once she finds a baby daddy and pops one out. Poppy will probably
run away to join the circus. I plan to stick around until Mom dies and I can
claim the place for myself.”

“What if you
find a baby daddy?”

“I don’t want
kids.”

Court frowns as
if I’ve queefed all over him. I smile at the thought of me trying to do such a
thing. With my lack of balance, I don’t see the attempt ending well.

“What about
you?” I ask when he says nothing.

“I have a kid.
Remember?”

“I know. Do you
like him?”

“Yeah.”

“What if he
thinks I stink or he accuses me of stealing his lunch money or something? Will
you stop dating me?”

“No, unless you
actually try to steal his lunch money.”

“I’m not a
thief,” I say, patting his hand. “Despite what my sisters say.”

“Are you
messing with me?”

“A little bit.
I want to make sure you don’t have a terrible temper.”

“I don’t hit
women, children, or the elderly.”

“What if an old
lady attacked you with a knife? Would you let her turn you into a
jack-o-lantern?”

“Yeah. As a way
to die, that one seems fairly memorable.”

“I’d pop her
upside the head with my purse and then run away. I figure an old person
wouldn’t be able to catch up. Of course, she could be one of those super fit old
people, and I’d end up getting tired, and she’d carve me up anyway.”

“You enjoy
thinking out your hypothetical situations, don’t you?”

“Sure. Like do
you think you’d die in a zombie apocalypse?”

“No,” he
instantly says, clearly having planned out his survival.

“I would, and
I’d die fairly quickly. I can’t fight or use weapons. I talk too loud, and I’m
horrible at hiding. Plus, I always have to pee when I’m scared. If it were a
fast zombie situation, I’d be dead in five minutes. So remember me when you
survive to the end, will ya, Court?”

“I’ll remember
you every night.”

Grinning, I
scoot around excitedly in the booth. “What would I be doing when you remember
me?”

“Well, you’re a
feisty chick, and I’d guess you enjoy running around naked a lot.”

“I really do.
So what do I do besides run around?”

“You’re very
affectionate.”

“With my hands,
mouth or other stuff?”

“Do I have to
choose?”

Leaning back in
the booth, I sigh. “I like that idea. Zombies rule the Earth, and you’re alone
in the dark with fantasies of me being naked and generous. That’s a Hallmark
moment right there.”

“Do you like
fishing?” he suddenly asks.

“I don’t know.
Is it the most exciting activity ever? If the answer is yes, then, yeah, I’d
probably like it.”

“I want to take
you fishing.”

“I want to take
you miniature golfing. I like to see how a man handles having his ass handed to
him by a girl.”

“We’ll do my
thing first and then your thing.”

“Is this how
you’ll be in the bedroom?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I sense I might end up
unsatisfied a lot.”

“Trust me, Justice,”
he says, running his fingers over my arms and nearly grazing booby territory.
“You’ll never go to bed unsatisfied. That’s a guarantee.”

“I’m really
into the idea of you doing things to me tonight. What are your thoughts on
that?”

Court studies
me for way too frigging long. I mean, what could he possibly be thinking about
in his hunky man head? Having access to my naked body should be a done deal.

“We fish
first.”

“Why?”

“It’s a test.”

“Ugh, I refuse
to cook the damn thing. I’ll tell you that right now.”

“No cooking and
you don’t have to touch the fish.”

“So if I fail,
you’ll say no to all this?” I ask, gesturing to my small B-cups sized boobs.

“Jared is my
friend and mentor. I don’t want to do anything with you that I can’t undo.”

Court’s totally
lying. I’m not sure how I know, but I sense he isn’t sharing the real reason
we’re fishing before fucking.

“I’m going to
assume that makes sense to you. Just know that I’ve been untouched for a long
time. If you jerk me around for too long, I’ll move on to someone new.”

“That horny,
huh?” he asks as a rolling laugh escapes his sexy lips.

“You can never
know.”

“No, I probably
can’t.”

“In all
seriousness, are you, you know, clean? I mean, there’s no harm in you slipping
your hot dog into random chicks around town, but I want to make sure you won’t slip
anything gross to me.”

“I wouldn’t do
a woman wrong,” he says, winking at me.

“You’re a real
sweetie, eh?”

Court’s smile
gives me a weird vibe. I sense he’s feeling arrogant about doing something not
so cute. I also sense he’s uneasy about me knowing what he did. A whole lot of
conflicting emotions pass over his gorgeous face before he clears his throat.

“We can go
fishing this weekend. One of the club guys lets me take his rowboat out to fish
with Felix.”

“Is this
fishing test something you’ve pulled with other chicks?”

“No.”

“I’m special
then?” I say, adjusting in the booth. “Sounds about right. Now I don’t have to
touch the bait, do I? My lab partner in school always touched the worms in
science class.”

“Did you mooch
off her?” he teases.

“Just with the
experiments. I took all the notes. I also taught her how to divide. The chick
got multiplication, but division made her queef her panties.”

“How different
is Indianapolis from Tumbling Rock. You know, besides the size?”

“It’s greener
here. This entire state is nothing but giant frigging trees.”

“Do you miss
your friends?”

“No. Once we
all graduated, everyone started forgetting each other. They got jobs, got
married, had kids, got fired, got divorced, and lost custody. Lots of drama.”

“I’m still
friends with the guy I hung with through school. Chucky is my roommate now.”

“Chucky?” I
ask, sighing. “Poor bastard.”

“It’s a
nickname. His real name is Neil, but he looks like the Chucky doll, so the club
guys started calling him that.”

“How in the
world is that better? Do you call fat people, Lard Ass?”

“Actually, we
have a guy who goes by Tubbs.”

“Does my dad
have a fun nickname?”

“Yeah, they
called him Stache, but he wouldn’t respond to it.”

“Our dog is the
same way with his name.”

Court grins.
“They call me Boy Scout because I used to walk around in my goofy outfit.”

“Can I call you
that?”

“No.”

“Can I give you
an obscene nickname or do you worry Felix might hear and be scarred forever?”

“Felix has seen
some shit. I wouldn’t worry about offending him with a bad word or two.”

“Cool shit. So
I can fucking cuss in fucking front of your fucking kid then?”

“I really need
to be careful with you.”

“Or just let it
all hang out and roll with whatever happens. I’m not your kid, and I don't need
any life lessons. I’m all grown up, and this is as mature as I’ll likely get.”

Court leans
forward and smiles. “It gets hot out there on the water. Make sure to dress
accordingly.”

“So mostly
naked then?”

Still smiling,
he taps the table and says nothing. I take his reaction as a yes.

“See isn’t this
better than you moping around like a stinky queef?”

“Yeah, but I
don’t hang with people who want the truth. The club guys want their egos fed.
Women around here cry at the drop of a hat. So I keep shit inside.”

“That’s not
healthy. It’ll make you constipated. Based on my former step-father’s whining,
not being able to take a dump can be extremely frustrating.”

“True, but
don’t expect me to get touchy-feely with you anytime soon. A lifetime of
conditioning doesn't change overnight, even for a pretty girl.”

“Pretty?”

“Stunning.”

“Much better.
If my date won’t compliment my good looks, who will?”