She massaged him with damper hands. She was a trembling piece of meat, panting and crying, begging him for more of his sweet abuse. Xxx She growled something Stryker didn’t hear and his playmate answered, “Yes, Lydia,” before heading toward the front door. The convertible Miata a lane over and a few cars ahead caught Stryker’s attention. Across the street, Methuselah was watering the peonies at the head of his walkway. At the moment though, Carlito’s eyes were narrowed, an irritated flush covered him from hairline to hipbone. They all clearly heard the coot’s wife bleat, “Clyde! The ancient biker stood from his gardening and stretched his back. Stryker thumbed his bike to life and coasted down the sloping drive. Blondie composed herself and opened the door for them. He got a startled look on his face when he felt the balled up fabric.
