I looked up the landing of the stairs to the upper floor and stared at the windows of Avery’s apartment. The flickering light led me to believe the television was on. Quietly, I walked up the steps, to the door, and knocked three times.

Sloan answered the door in grey sweats that were three sizes too small and a wife beater just large enough to cover her tits and a few inches of her extremely long torso. I gazed past her expecting to see Avery watching television. The small living room appeared empty.

“Hey Axton, what’s up?” she whispered.

“Is Avery awake?” I asked as I peered over her shoulder.

“Uhhm, no. She went to sleep right after you brought her home. You want me to wake her up?” she asked.

“Asleep, huh?” I said as I pushed my hands into my jeans pockets.

I gazed down at the WELCOME mat in front of the door. As I looked up, I smiled, “As a matter of fact, I do. Wake her up. Tell her that her Ol’ Man is here to get her.”

As soon as I spoke, I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth. It was one of those things you say by complete accident or some psychologically triggered inner thought and wish you could immediately take it back. For a split-second I considered grabbing Sloan’s dumb ass and slapping the shit out of her while I explained not to repeat what I had said.

She narrowed her gaze and stared.

“Ol’ Man?” she shrugged.

“Never mind, forget it. Tell her Slice is here, and I want to take her for a ride,” I responded.

She stared at me and blinked her eyes. “Slice?”

“That’s right. Tell her Ol’ Slice is here,” I said, attempting to force myself to grin.

Sloan stood in the doorway and stared as she pressed her upper arms into the sides of her tits.

“Ol’ Slice?” She said, giggling as she spoke.

Step aside, you nasty bitch.

Sick and tired of dealing with Sloan and her two twins, I stepped past where she was standing and into the apartment, being careful not to brush against her when I did. A few well-placed steps and I stood at the bedroom with the door closed.

I gazed over my shoulder. “The one with the door closed?”

Buy some clothes that fit, you big bitch.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she responded as she dug her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats, lowering them even more.

I rolled my eyes and turned around. I slowly turned the door handle and pushed it open. The room was pitch black. I flipped on the light switch and stared into the small room. Sure enough, Avery was fast asleep in her bed. Otis was right, she was gorgeous. After admiring her for a moment, I paused, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

As I turned to face the living room, I noticed Sloan had taken a seat in front of the couch. Sitting in the chair with her legs crossed and her heels in front of her crotch, she looked up and grinned. Although they weren’t when I arrived, her nipples were now as hard as rocks and appeared to be attempting to poke completely through the light fabric of her ribbed wife beater. Without speaking, I walked past her and to the front door.

As I reached for the door handle, she was already standing behind me. Quickly, I stepped through the door and onto the porch. As I turned around, I was greeted by a smile and her increasingly growing nipples.

Horny bitch...

“Tell her Slice came by. I’ll see her tomorrow,” I said.

“Okay, Slice,” she said as she ran her thumbs along the waist of the sweats, lowering them enough to expose the top band of her orange panties.

I blinked my eyes and chuckled to myself. 

I’ll make sure you get an invite to the barbeque. I’ll have half a dozen Sinners with big cocks waiting to gang bang your dumb ass.

“You like barbeque?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, pressing her upper arms into her tits.

“Meat, Sloan. You ever heard of barbeque? Ribs, brisket, hot links, chicken? Cook the shit over a grill and eat it? Fucking barbeque?”

“Oh, yeah. I freaking love it, why?”

“Well, we have a club barbeque coming up. I’ll make sure you’re invited. It might give you a chance to meet a few of the fellas. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds freaking awesome,” she said.

I nodded my head. “Consider it done.”

I turned, walked down the stairs, and laughed to myself as I considered what Avery told me about Sloan. She really, really, really likes cock; the bigger the better. I threw my leg over the bike and thought of Pete holding her down while Hollywood shoved her twat full of cock and Toad shoved his down her throat. There was something about Sloan I didn’t like, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was pretty damned sure having the fellas fuck her senseless would make me feel a little better about being forced to look at her in the future. I glanced over my shoulder at the lick ‘n stick seat on my rear fender. If there was one thing I detested, it was a seat on my bike without someone sitting on it. I sighed, reached up to the ape hangers and rested my hands on the grips. I fired up the bike and considered going back to the shop and tossing the seat in the cabinet. As the sound of the exhaust echoed throughout the parking lot, I pulled in the clutch and kicked the bike into gear.

Hell, Axton, you won’t be able to sleep anyway.

There was one man in Wichita who may be able to shed some light on the Mexicans trying to rob us. If there was ever a man who slept less than me, it would be him. I glanced over my shoulder at the seat.

I suppose it won’t hurt anything to leave it on there until tomorrow.

I nodded my head, forcing my glasses down onto the bridge of my nose, and grabbed a handful of throttle. I figured this late at night I could probably make it there in ten minutes. I just needed to make a quick stop and get one person to go with me.

The man who never sleeps.