by K E Osborn
I look down at her. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Stunning good looks and a fantastic set of muscles.”
A loud laugh echoes out of my mouth as she smiles at me. “Well, there’s no denying that Gadget does look like a weird version of Super Mario.”
She giggles as the kettle boils, leaning up kissing my lips briefly before turning to make the coffee. I let her go, so she can pour the boiled water into the mugs and then we walk back into the lounge room.
We’ve been cuddling on the lounge, and it’s been perfect, nothing has felt strained or awkward. The kisses we’ve shared have been heated, but we’ve cooled it down before things went too far. I know coming here tonight wasn’t about sex, it was about company and companionship. Getting to know each other, and we’ve been doing that. But it’s getting late, and Shay has Uni tomorrow, so I should let her rest.
Running my hand up and down her arm as she yawns, I smile and sigh. “I should let you get to bed,” I say wishing I didn’t have to leave.
She turns her head up to look at me as she cuddles into my side. “You don’t have to go. You can stay over if you want… but just to sleep,” she specifies while I run my fingers through her black hair.
Swallowing hard at the thought of sleeping next to her but not fucking her is a hard, but if I get to spend more time with her, then that’s what I’m going to do. “That would be great.”
She nods matter-of-factly and stands up switching off the television and reaches out for me to grab her hand. Smiling, I stand up and we head toward her bedroom. My heart races in my chest at the thought of holding her all night, and my cock twitches at the thought of having her next to me for so many hours. But I know she doesn’t want sex. So I need to reign him in a bit. We walk into her small bedroom, and she flicks on the side lamp and grabs her pyjamas from the drawer and heads into the adjoining en-suite.
“Make yourself at home, I’ll be out in a minute,” she tells me.
I nod as she walks into the room closing the door behind her.
Taking a deep breath, I start to get undressed. I’m not sure what kind of state she wants me in, so I’ll just do what I always do and strip down to my boxer briefs. I hope she isn’t scared of me showing a little skin because I’m on show for her tonight as I sit down on the edge of her bed and lean back on the headboard. The bathroom door opens, and I turn my head to see a fucking vision appear in front of me. Her hair is falling in waves around her shoulders, her tits are pert and bigger than they normally appear in her corsets and her tight as fuck red tank top. Her toned and sky high legs go on for days leading up to a pair of blue knickers with white stars on them. My heart leaps into my throat as I gasp slightly seeing her dressed as Wonder Woman. She really knows how to tick all the fantasy boxes.
“Fuck Shay,” I murmur as my cock hardens on his own, I don’t even try to control it, there’s no way I can.
She giggles and folds her arms over her chest like she’s slightly embarrassed as she rushes over to the bed and slides into the sheets.
“Sorry, they’re my favourite pyjamas. I have like seven pairs,” she admits as I slide into the bed next to her shaking my head.
“Never be sorry for wearing that. You look amazing, Peach.”
I lean over caressing her cheek and pulling her to me pressing my lips to hers tenderly. She kisses me back, and that familiar buzz filters through me. I love the way she makes me feel. She pulls back and rolls over flicking off the light. She goes to turn back to face me, but I stop her and move in behind wrapping my arm around her body and pulling her back to my front spooning her. She giggles and cuddles into me and I lean in kissing her neck.
“Thank you for being a gentleman, Techie,” she whispers.
“Thank you for opening my eyes,” I whisper back and kiss her once more behind her ear before I snuggle down into the bed getting comfortable with her in my arms.
***
I wake to a sensation I haven’t had before. I’m not quite sure what it is, and my eyes flutter open to see Shay kissing down the side of my neck. Smiling, my hand comes up behind her head and caresses her hair.
“Morning,” I murmur.
“Good morning. I slept so well,” she says between kisses and continues to kiss back up until her lips reach mine. I kiss her back and my morning wood becomes even harder. She moans into my mouth, and I wish like fuck we were at the stage of having sex because there’s nothing like morning sex to wake you up properly.
She pulls back leaning on my chest. “Sigh, I have to go into Uni. I’d rather spend the day with you, though.”
Moving some hair behind her ear, I smile. “I’d rather you spend the day with me, too.”
She groans and leans down kissing my nose then gets up and out of bed pulling on a robe. “Unfortunately, I have a test today, so I have to go in. I need breakfast. Care to join me?”
Nodding, I sit up on the bed and take a deep breath ignoring my raging boner from looking at her legs peeping through her robe.
We get dressed and head out to the little kitchenette to make a start on breakfast. She heads for the kettle, and I grab the bread and put four slices in the toaster. We work like a well-oiled machine, we make a good team.
“So I was thinking we should keep this… whatever this is between us, from Gadget, for now.”
Tensing slightly at her words, I nod. I understand them completely. I just would like to shout from the rooftops that I have… something, whatever this is with her. “I agree, Gadget wouldn’t approve, and I don’t want to risk any drama.”
What I mean to say is I don’t want to risk losing Shay before I even have her.
She nods as the kettle boils. “Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. I just think keeping this between us for now is the right way to go.”
Smiling, I lean in kissing her forehead, and we go about making our breakfast like that was the most normal chat in the world.
***
Shay’s gripping on tightly as she moves in sync along with all my movements on my Hog. She’s definitely one with the bike. You can tell she knows her way around the back of a bike by the way she knows how to handle it so well. I love that I don’t have to explain anything to her. It makes her all the more special.
We arrive at Uni, and we hop off my ride. I can’t help but think how much I could get used to this—me dropping her off and seeing her go for the day. Being with her is easy and I enjoy it. I want to do this more and I hope like fuck she gives me the chance.
“So… can I see you again?” I ask hoping this isn’t goodbye.
“Anytime you like.”
Grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat, I pull out my phone. “Great, can you put your number in here?”
She takes my phone pressing the keypad and then her backpack starts ringing. “Now I have your number, too,” she says and then hangs up the phone.
“Okay great. So I’ll talk to you soon?”
“You better,” she says leaning on her toes and pressing her lips to mine. My cock twitches again, but I keep him under control this time.
She pulls back. “Thanks for bringing me here, I hate the bus.”
“I can drop you off and pick you up every day if you want?” I then wince at how desperate that sounded.
She chuckles and her head bobs up and down. “We’ll see, biker man, we’ll see. Catch ya round, Yoshi.”
“Later, Peach.”
She turns and walks off toward the Uni building. Taking a deep breath as I watch her walk away, I shake my head slightly.
“So this is what being pussy-whipped feels like?” I murmur to myself, grabbing my lid placing it on and stepping back over my bike ready to ride back to the clubhouse.
***
Walking back into the clubrooms all the guys are down having their breakfast and are gathering around as per usual. I try to sneak in without being noticed, but a slow clap resonates through the clubroom, and I turn to see Steel walking toward me looking anserine.
“You pulled an all-nighter, hey, Techie boy,” Steel cheers out and my brothers laugh and cheer along with him.
I roll my eyes and shrug as I continue to walk into the clubrooms.
“So who was the lucky lady?” Steel asks, as the guys all gather around obviously wanting the gossip they’re not going to get.
I glance over to see Gadget eyeing me suspiciously. “No one,” I say not convincing even myself.
Gadget walks up to me pushing past Jigsaw and Crash and grabs something from my shoulder. I flinch from his actions as he pulls back and frowns while glaring at me holding up a strand of black hair. “This hair looks an awful lot like my sisters,” he states, and I let out an uneasy chuckle.
“C’mon Gadget, people with black hair ranging from chestnut to black with either dark or light coloured eyes can be amongst the Indo-European and non-Indo-European ethnic groups in Iran, North India, Afghanistan, Central Asia and the Caucasus. Furthermore, raven-black hair is found in people from Southeast Asian, African, Latin American and South Asian descent, and off black hair is naturally a dark grey colour, which is generally confused with jet black which is caused by the lesser amount of black Eumelanin found in Asian and Native American descendants. So you see Gadget, that hair could be from any number of people, and most likely is not from your sister,” I blurt out nervous facts to throw him off the scent.
“Most likely?” Gadget catches onto the one flaw in my fact session.
Shit! “Well, she was in lockdown with us. So it might be from then, but I doubt it. You’re worrying over nothing. Stop stressing, you’ll give yourself an aneurysm.”
Gadget grunts and walks off as all the other guys stare at me. I hope Gadget isn’t onto me. Steel is looking at me with that hint of ‘I know what you’ve been up to’ and it’s shitting me off.
“Back off, Steel,” I jibe as I push past everyone and attempt to walk away.
Steel follows and chuckles. “Oh c’mon brother, share a little.”
“There’s nothing to share,” I snap and continue to step away as they all laugh at my expense.
I move toward the back exit. I need some fresh air, and I just want to get away from the prying and boyhood of it all. I used to be the first to spill about my escapades, but Shay wants us to be kept on the down low and so I’m going to respect that. Plus, I don’t even know what we are yet, and I don’t want to jeopardise anything by being an unnecessary gossip.
Making my way outside, I walk over to the picnic tables under the tree and take a seat. Resting my elbows on the wooden table, I put my head in my hands and exhale. The muted thump of footsteps alerts me to someone coming over and I tense my shoulders ready to tell Steel to fuck off, but when I look up it’s Gadget, and I tense up even further.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He stops in front of me holding his notebook, and I raise an eyebrow at him trying to show him I’m not shit scared of him being on to Shay and me.
“Yes?” I ask.
He exhales slumping his body and groans slightly. “I hate to do this, but can you check this for me? I can’t see how it could be happening, but the accounts are saying money is being syphoned, and I just want to double check I’m seeing this right before I take it to the Prez.”
I swallow hard in shock. “You’re asking me for help?”
He huffs. “I’m asking for a second set of eyes to see what I’m seeing. That’s all.”
“Sure, I’ll help.”
Gadget hands me the notebook, and I place it on the table in front of me. I start to check out the files, and it’s very interesting that’s for sure.
“So… are you seeing my sister?” Gadget asks out of nowhere.
I freeze slightly and look up swallowing hard then take a deep breath. Technically I’ve seen her once since lockdown. So that’s not seeing someone, right? “No.”
Gadget huffs and nods. “Good, ‘cause we’d have a problem if you were.”
Nodding as I exhale, I turn back to the files in front of me and try to concentrate. “Understood,” I murmur.
Digging into the encrypted files and breaking through the firewalls, I find the hidden transfers. Not a shitload, but frequent amounts into the same account. Someone’s definitely skimming from the club. Doing another quick search before I hand it back to Gadget, my heart is racing. This thing with his sister could get messy, but I can’t think of that right now. Someone is being an arse in this club, and we need to sort this out.
“I definitely see the transfers. This needs to go to Gator,” I say and Gadget nods.
“Great, I’ll go see him now.” He grabs the notebook and goes to walk off.
I stand up abruptly and chase off after him. “Wait, I’ll come, too.”
Gadget sighs and slumps his body. “Fine.”
We rush inside, and I see Steel on our way to the assembly room, so I signal to him with a whistle, and he walks over to us as we knock on the door.
“Come in,” Gator calls out.
Steel looks at me furrowing his brows. “What’s goin’ on?”
“We’ll tell you inside,” I reply.
We all walk into the assembly room, and Steel closes the door behind him.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Gator asks looking up from some paperwork.
We all sit down at the table and I look to Gadget and nod. He exhales and opens his notebook turning it toward Gator. Not sure what good that will do, he won’t understand anything on the screen. He’s not very tech savvy our Prez.
“So, I was doing the accounts like always. I did some digging, and found an anomaly.”
Steel and Gator both look up and frown. “What kind of anomaly?” Gator asks.
“Someone’s skimming from the club. They’re having transfers taken and deposited into the same bank account.”
Gator exhales, sitting back in his chair gritting his teeth and shaking his head. “Fucking hell. Okay, can you find out who the money is going to?”
“I’ll run a trace—”
“Sorry to interrupt, but when I had a look I already did the trace and found out who the bank accounts were named under,” I say.
Gadget’s mouth drops open, and his nostrils flare wide in obvious annoyance.
“Okay Techie, tell me who the fucking traitor is?” Gator asks.
“Well, here’s the thing, it’s not anyone we know. The name was Charles Cavalier. When I searched him, he’s a retired priest living in Victor Harbor.”
Gator shakes his head and looks at Steel, who shrugs. “Does he have any links to the club?”
Raising my eyebrows, I shrug. “None that are obvious, but I can do some more digging—”
“That’s my job and I’ll do it,” Gadget interrupts.
“Bullshit! I found the name, I should follow the lead.”
“Enough. Techie, you find out all you can on this Charlie guy and report to Gadget. He can then see if he can find out anything else, okay?”
Smiling that I got my way, Gadget huffs and folds his arms over his chest like an errant child. “Fine!” Gadget spits.
“Okay, go… find your info now, and report back to me. I wanna nip this in the bud as soon as we can,” Gator instructs.
I nod standing up at the same time as Gadget. We both turn to walk out, and we reach the door at the same time and go to step through. Both our shoulders interlock in the door jamb as we connect with each other. We both groan as I bring my arm up and push him to get him through. He pushes me back and we squeeze through the door both huffing and cursing under our breaths as we storm off in different directions. Shaking my head, I walk upstairs to my room. I need to get to my notebook so I can start digging on Charles. My feet thump the stairs as I make my way up then down the hall to my room. Opening the door, I walk in and move straight over to my desk and the notebook. Sitting down on the ergonomically correct desk chair, I open the notebook and start digging straight away, typing in Charles Cavalier into my dark web program. If that is a cover name then the dark web is wh
ere I’m going to find the right info.
All that comes up is that he was a priest and that he had two sons while serving, but the church covered it up. They were to the same mother, but he lost contact with his sons and all records of them vanish from when they were five and seven.
I’m not really sure where to go from here. So I take my notes and go find Gadget. He’s down at the bar drinking, probably his sorrows away, so I can’t help but smile slightly when I see him.
“Gadget, I have some deets for you.”
He swivels around and nods. “Okay.”
I fill him in on what I’ve found, and he thinks it’s as strange as I do, but he takes my information and scurries off to do his follow up research.
My stomach rumbles, it’s time for some lunch. I’m starving, and I’ve worked up an appetite, so I head over to the kitchen area and place an order with Chowhound, then take a seat waiting for my lunch to arrive. As I sit waiting, I think about messaging Shay, but I don’t want to seem too eager or desperate. Plus, I have no idea what to say. Someone slides into the booth beside me, and I look up to see Rev.
“Techie, brother, you look troubled,” he suggests. I exhale and slump my shoulders sliding down into the seat wishing it would swallow me whole.
Rev’s great, he’s an incredible listener, and if I talked to Steel about Shay he would make everything a joke, so maybe I should confide in someone? And Rev would be the right person to talk to. So I make my mind up. Looking around the room in search of Gadget, he’s nowhere to be seen, so I take a deep breath and sigh.
“So, yeah, there’s this girl—”
He chuckles. “There always is. Okay, continue.”
“No, it’s not like that. This one is different. She’s… changing me. Changing the way I see things, see my future.”
He smiles and bumps his shoulder into mine. “She’s a keeper then?”
Chuckling, I nod. “Yeah, definitely. Well, I think so. It’s super early days, and there’s another issue.”
He tilts his head to the side waiting for me to continue.