Blood & Bones: Ozzy (Blood Fury MC 9)

“Text me to remind me.”

“When the fuck d’you read your texts?”

“When they ain’t from you.” Dutch grabbed the joint back from Ozzy and took another long toke of it before pinching out the end. “All right, my gray, wrinkled balls are sweatin’ out here. Will talk to her in the fuckin’ A/C I pay a fuckin’ fortune for so those snowflakes inside don’t fuckin’ melt.”

As Ozzy pushed to his feet, Dutch’s next question stopped him.

“Hey, you know how to stop all the dick porn from playin’ as soon as I pull up Pornhub?”

Dick porn?

He dropped back down onto the bench. This should be good and worth soggy balls. “Want me to fix it for you? Lemme see your phone.” He held out his hand, hoping the old man didn’t change his mind.

“Wait. You ain’t smart with this shit, either. Sure you know how?”

“It’s Pornhub, of course I fuckin’ know how to navigate that site. What man don’t?”

Dutch reluctantly handed over his phone to Ozzy, who quickly pulled up the site and a page full of “shemale” videos, instead of the gay porn page.

“You want big titties, right?” Ozzy asked, keeping his head tipped down as he scrolled the page. He was doing his best not to give away his evil intentions.

“Yeah. Bigger the better.”

Ozzy nodded. He bookmarked the page so it automatically opened to the shemale search results and, keeping a straight face, backed out of the site and handed his phone back to him. “All set. Lots of big tits.” Lots of big dicks, too.

He coughed sharply to cover up his laugh.

Dutch shot him a suspicious look.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Ozzy asked, slapping an innocent look on his face.

“‘Cause you’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talkin’. If you don’t fuckin’ trust me, you shoulda asked someone else to help you with your fuckin’ porn—” He snapped his mouth shut as the rear steel door opened and Shay stepped out, her laptop in her hand. “No more talk about porn,” he warned under his breath.

A grin spread across Dutch’s face. It widened even more when he ran his gaze over Shay from head to toe.

Fucker.

“No,” Ozzy said sharply, like he was scolding a puppy who just shit on the floor.

Dutch slowly turned to face Ozzy and gave him a wicked grin.

“No, old man. Off limits.”

When Shay stepped up to the picnic table, she jutted her hand out at Dutch. “Hi, I assume you’re Dutch.”

“One and only.” He grabbed her hand, gave it a quick shake, then took his time releasing it.

“Do you want to do this out here?” she asked him when she finally got her hand back.

“Right here on the picnic table? Sure, we can do that,” Dutch answered with a wink.

Ozzy’s mouth pinched tight. “Cooler inside.”

“You can go in if it’s too hot for your pussy ass. We don’t need you out here,” Dutch told him. “This ain’t got nothin’ to do with you, anyway.”

Ozzy disagreed with that and no fucking way was he leaving Shay alone with Dutch. The man could talk the pants off most women.

But right now, Shay’s shorts were staying right where they belonged. The only one taking them off would be him. Later.

“Asshole here says you’re ridin’ with us on Sunday.”

Shay’s head spun toward Ozzy. “I am?”

Dutch kept running his mouth. “Yeah. My sled’s better than his. It ain’t the only thing that’s better, either.”

“Don’t believe him. Man’s gotta use one of those penis pumps to get it up.”

Dutch surged from his seat. “The fuck I do. I’ll prove—”

“She don’t wanna see your goddamn dick. Sit the fuck down.”

“Don’t got no problem gettin’ it up,” Dutch grumbled.

“I…” Whatever she was going to say turned into a hiss as her gaze sliced back and forth between him and Dutch.

“You want a website or not? She ain’t fuckin’ here for anythin’ else.”

Dutch scowled. “Do I really need one? Ran this fuckin’ place forever without one.”

Shay instantly switched into business mode. “No one uses phone books anymore, having an online presence will make it easier for potential customers to find you. I can keep the website simple. I’ll take some quick photos, and gather the basic info.”

Ozzy could see Shay stifle a laugh when Dutch grumbled some more. She quickly opened her laptop and got to work, impressing the old man.

A difficult feat to do.

But, once again, Dutch wasn’t the only one Shay impressed.

Chapter Sixteen

“No work this weekend.”

That was what Ozzy had said late Friday night after closing her laptop on her. She had been in the middle of working on the website for Crazy Pete’s.

They had gone there last Saturday morning and she’d met the club’s president and vice president in the empty and quiet bar.

Of course, Ozzy came along.

Or more like it, she went with him, since he insisted they take his “sled.”

The more she hung around them, the more she picked up on the biker terms, like their name for a motorcycle. They had their own language…