Corban: Wicked Throttle MC #0.5 by Esther E. Schmidt

Author:Esther E. Schmidt [Schmidt, Esther E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

We’re standing in front of the tiniest house on the fucking block. Although it seems well maintained, it’s still a very fucking old house. Xerox steps up to the door and knocks. We hear footsteps approach and the door swings open.

A boy, about twelve years old, just stands there eyeing us. “Yeah?”

“Your sister here?” Xerox asks the kid, just as I hear shouting from behind us.

Turning, I see the three punks that were at the shop earlier. The one I beaned in the head with an apple taking lead.

“You think you can come kick our ass? Our sister will kick both of you off our lawn, so piss off.” The ring-leader informs us.

Taking a step forward, I hold out the bag in my hand. “Shut it, idiot. I came to give you this. Now take it as my apology or I will take another apple and stuff it in that big fucking mouth of yours. Understood?”

The little punk nods and takes the bag from me. Clearly smarter than his mouth. Not turning down free food shows he’s hungry. That, or he wants the discussion to end because I hear Xerox curse behind me. Turning, I see why.

“Did one of my brothers cause shit?” The tiny woman in the threshold questions.

She’s got dirty blond hair that’s wrapped up in a high ponytail. Strings have fallen loose and cradle her face. She’s got a tight and toned body, and I notice, not because I’m checking her out…but mainly because she’s only wearing some kind of workout bra and a very tight hot pants. Sweat is pouring down her face, tits and God knows where else because I’m turning my fucking eyes away.

My dick would have been hard the second my eyes would see her, except…he doesn’t even twitch. But I can understand why Xerox was cursing since that fucker is sporting major wood. Seeing as his dick is hording all his blood to prevent his brain from working, I feel the need to take lead.

“Just dropping something off, ma’am. I’m Corban, Maud’s old man.” Reaching out my hand, she takes it in a firm grip, shakes it once and drops it.

“Maci Meyer. But you already knew that.” She eyes my cut. “Old man, huh? Good for her.”

“What’s up with that Nero fucker and why the fuck would you come to the door like that? Asking for someone to tap those goods or some shit?” Xerox growls and he puts me on edge with his screwed-up words.

Seems like his dick has really drained his brain, keeping it from functioning.

When I try to shush them both, she steps up in Xerox’s personal space and pops up on her toes because she’s tiny as fuck.

“You go on and try to get a sample, pretty boy. See if you can get your dick within one inch of my naked skin.” Her voice is so soft and even. There is no anger in it at all and yet, it is scary as hell.

Xerox leans down so his nose is touching hers.

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