Growing Pains

[_badass_slayer_]

This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next

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[_badass_slayer_]

"I use the SUV for work because I often find I need room for rather bulky equipment when we go on case. It's also makes a slightly better impression on clients and is a bit easier when there's three or four of us going somewhere together. Earlier, for instance, when we went to see Fred's former lab assistant."

Right. Forgot about that. However? In my defense? Kinda distracted here; too much shiney chrome infront of me.

I grip the bars tightly in my hand, fuckin' loving how they feel all cool and slick against my fingers. Speakin' of Slick? He just slid in behind me.

Damn, that was a hot move. Mr. Badass leans in, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning as his sexy voice tickles my ear.

"I rather prefer this for my off-hours transportation anyway. It's much more intimate, don't you think?"

That's it; his ass is mine.

Flippin' around faster than he can blink, I spin to face him, straddlin' his lap. "Oh, I definitely think. Now, how about you put that pretty mouth to work." I grab his head and get busy kissin' and wrigglin', running my hands under his shirt.

A girl could get use to this.