9. Nine

The junkyard gate creaked open, metal grinding against metal like a rusted scream in the night. I swung the semi into the muddy lot, headlights cutting through the blackness to illuminate towers of wrecked cars stacked high as the eye could see. Moonlight glinted off shattered windshields and chrome bumpers, casting an eerie glow.

I killed the engine and glanced over at Jamie lounging in the passenger seat, his long legs stretched out and a cigarette dangling from his full lips. Even in the dim cab light, his angular cheekbones and tousled hair made him look like a fucking fashion model. A psychotic one who got off on slicing throats, but still.

"Ready, pumpkin?" I asked gruffly.

Jamie took a long drag and blew the smoke in my face with a wicked smirk. "Ready when you are, honey bunny."

He gave my crotch a squeeze before gracefully exiting the cab. I adjusted myself, trying to ignore the rush of heat to my groin. The little tease knew just how to push my buttons. I'd deal with him later, though.

Gravel crunched under my boots as I climbed down from the rig. The night air was cool and thick with the stench of rust and decay.

A shadowy figure stepped out from behind a stack of crushed cars. "Stu, that you?" a deep voice called out.

I'd know that voice anywhere. "Deacon, you son of a bitch," I chuckled as he approached and we clasped hands. "Been a while."

Deacon looked much the same as I remembered - a burly bear of a man with close-cropped salt and pepper hair and a permanent five o'clock shadow. His meaty paw engulfed mine. That hand had roamed every inch of my body on multiple occasions, gripping and stroking and probing. My cock twitched at the memory of our sweat-slick skin sliding together while his wife watched.

"Too long," Deacon agreed, eyes twinkling with mischief and ancient lust. His appreciative gaze raked over me. "Still a big bastard, I see."

"You know it. And you're still an ugly motherfucker," I shot back with a grin.

We both laughed, the easy camaraderie of men who'd faced shit together flowing between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie slide closer, a scowl on his pretty face. He looked Deacon up and down appraisingly, a flash of jealousy tightening his features.

"Who's your friend?" Jamie asked, an edge to his voice as he slung an arm over my shoulder in a possessive gesture .

I gave Jamie a sideways glance, noting the tension in his body pressed against mine. "This here's Deacon. An old... acquaintance." I let the word hang suggestively in the air.

Something dangerous flickered in Jamie's eyes before his face smoothed into a coy smile. "I'm Jamie. It's a pleasure." He held out a delicate hand, wrist angled just so.

Deacon raised an eyebrow but took Jamie's hand, swallowing it in his rough grip. "Pleasure's all mine, sweetheart." His tone dripped with equal parts amusement and heat.

When Deacon released him, Jamie trailed that same hand down my chest, nimble fingers toying with my belt buckle. "You didn't mention we'd have company tonight, Stu. Thought it was gonna be just the two of us..." He gazed up at me through thick lashes, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Christ, the kid was asking for it. I fought the urge to throw him over the nearest hood and fuck that brattiness right out of him. Later. Business first.

Deacon watched our exchange with a knowing smirk. "Seem to recall you liking a bit of company back in the day, Stu. Gotten boring in your old age?"

"Watch it," I growled, no real menace behind it. "I can still snap you like a twig."

His laughter boomed through the junkyard.

Jamie dug his nails into my arm, a silent demand for attention. I turned to him, drinking in the sight of his lithe body leaning against me, all coiled energy waiting to strike.

I grabbed his wrist. "Behave," I warned under my breath.

Deacon's eyes flicked to the semi behind us. "You boys want a drink before we do business? Or other way around? Tammy's got a case on ice for us."

Jamie wrenched his wrist free of my grasp, a dangerous glint in his eye promising retribution. He turned to Deacon with a coquettish tilt of his head, ignoring me completely. "A drink sounds good. Lead the way, handsome."

Deacon chuckled, clearly enjoying the tension crackling between me and Jamie. He slung a beefy arm around the kid's narrow shoulders, pulling him close as he guided us deeper into the maze of wrecked cars.

I clenched my jaw, a muscle ticking as I watched Deacon's hand drift lower to squeeze Jamie's ass. The casual way he touched what was mine made my blood boil and my dick throb in equal measure. Jamie shot me a look over his shoulder, a smug little smirk playing on his lips. The little shit was enjoying this.

We approached a battered Airstream trailer, warm light spilling from the windows. Raucous laughter and the familiar riff of "Sunshine of your Love" grew louder as Deacon banged on the door. It swung open to reveal Tammy, Deacon's wife, all tits and teased hair like a trailer park Dolly Parton.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" She flung her arms around my neck, smashing her ample bosom against my chest.

Tammy's embrace was as familiar as it was enticing, her soft curves molding against my hard planes in a way that brought back a flood of heated memories. My hands instinctively went to her generous hips, fingers digging into the denim stretched tight across her ass.

"Hey there, darlin'. Miss me?" I murmured against her hair, inhaling the scent of hairspray and weed.

She pulled back with a throaty laugh, keeping her arms looped around my neck. "You know I did, you big lug. Been too long since we had ourselves a proper reunion. "

Her heavily made-up eyes cut over to Jamie appraisingly. "And who's this pretty young thing?"

"I'm Jamie." He stepped forward with a cocky tilt of his chin, making no move to shake her hand. "Stu's... friend."

The way he said friend was ripe with dirty implications. Tammy's gaze sharpened with interest even as a grin spread across her face.

"Well, any friend of Stu's is a friend of ours! C'mon in, boys, let's get you a drink." She released me to grab Jamie by the hand, towing him into the trailer.

Deacon met my eyes over their heads, a wicked gleam in his eyes promising all sorts of trouble. He clapped me on the shoulder as I climbed the rickety metal steps into the cluttered trailer.

Inside, the air hung thick and hazy with smoke, a fog of stale cigarettes and pot. Tammy shoved aside a pile of magazines, gesturing for us to take a seat on the sagging couch. The trailer had seen better days, but it still felt like a grungy little slice of home sweet home.

Jamie perched himself on the arm, crossing his long legs with casual elegance even in this shithole. I dropped onto the cushion next to him, the springs groaning under my weight. Jamie's thigh pressed against my shoulder, his body heat soaking through the denim into my skin.

Deacon sauntered over to a battered cooler in the corner, fishing out cans of cheap beer. He tossed one to me and I cracked it open, the sharp hiss echoing through the cramped space. I took a long pull. It tasted like teenage mistakes and bad decisions. Perfect.

"Here ya go, darlin'," Tammy cooed, passing a beer to Jamie.

He took it with a wink and a smirk that promised all kinds of sin. Christ, the kid was trouble.

Deacon settled into a ripped armchair across from us, spreading his tree trunk thighs wide. Tammy draped herself over his lap like a cat in heat, her ample ass barely contained by cut-off shorts.

"So Stu, whatchu got for me?" Deacon asked.

I took a long pull from my beer before answering. "The usual. Couple kilos of Columbia's finest, courtesy of Romeo's gang."

Tammy let out a husky laugh, lighting up a Virginia Slim. "Business as usual for you boys. And here I thought this was a social call."

"Business before pleasure, darlin'. You know that." I threw her a wink.

Deacon grunted. "You always were such a hard bastard when it came to work."

"Gotta be," I said, tapping out a cigarette. "Takes money to make money, and ain't nothin' in this world for free. That includes a good time."

Deacon roared with laughter. "Ain't that the goddamn truth?"

"So how'd you two meet?" Tammy asked, tapping a column of ash off her cigarette.

Jamie leaned forward, delicate fingers plucking the cigarette from my lips. He took a long drag, cheeks hollowing around it in a way that made my cock twitch.

"Oh, you know how it goes," he said, blowing smoke through a wicked grin. "Boy meets trucker, trucker picks up boy..." He trailed off suggestively.

I snorted. "More like boy practically throws himself in front of my rig, beggin' for a ride."

Jamie shot me a look, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Please. We both know you couldn't resist me if you tried." He punctuated his words by grinding his ass against my shoulder.

Tammy let out a delighted cackle. "Sounds like you got your hands full with this one, Stu!"

"You don't know the half of it," I grumbled, grabbing Jamie's hip in a bruising grip. The little tease just smirked .

Deacon watched our exchange, dark eyes glittering with amusement and something else. Hunger, maybe. I knew that look.

Deacon's gaze lingered on Jamie, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I like you, kid. You got spunk."

He reached around and grabbed a handful of Tammy's tit, giving it a rough squeeze. She let out a breathy moan, arching into his touch.

"Ain't that right, baby? We like us some spunk," Deacon growled, his other hand sliding up her bare thigh.

"Love it," Tammy echoed.

Deacon pushed aside her tight tank top, freeing her heavy breasts. He palmed the creamy mounds of flesh, calloused thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.

Tammy blushed. "Deke, we just met the poor boy. Least let him finish his beer before you go showin' him my tits."

"They're nice tits though, aren't they, Jamie?" Deacon grinned.

Jamie leaned forward, stubbing out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on the table. His eyes glittered with mischief as he turned to Tammy, a salacious grin spreading across his face.

"Nice enough," Jamie said sweetly. "But no offense, honey. I bat for the other team."

Tammy let out a throaty laugh, not bothering to cover herself back up. "Well, ain't that a cryin' shame! More dick for me, though, I suppose."

She punctuated her words by grinding down on Deacon's lap. He let out a grunt, hands tightening on her hips.

I took a long drag of my cigarette, trying to ignore the way Jamie was looking at me from under his lashes, all coy invitation. The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"What about you, Stu?" Tammy purred, arching her back. "I know how you and Deacon like to play. Deacon and Stu here go both ways, don't you boys? I'm sure they can show you a good time, Jamie, honey."

I shot Tammy a warning look. "Careful now. Don't go runnin' that pretty mouth of yours and givin' the kid any ideas."

Jamie turned to me, a wicked gleam in his eye. He trailed a hand up my thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to my stiffening cock. "Oh, I've already got plenty of ideas, honey bunny. No help needed there."

I grabbed his wrist in a vise grip, stilling his teasing touch. "Watch it, pumpkin," I growled under my breath. "You're playin' with fire."

Jamie just smirked, fearless little shit that he was. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, "Maybe I like the burn."

Fuck. I was hard as granite, my dick straining against the confines of my jeans. I wanted nothing more than to bend the mouthy little tease over my knee and tan his hide, then fuck him raw and screaming.

But that would have to wait. We had business to conclude first.

I stood abruptly, dislodging Jamie from his perch. He pouted up at me, but I ignored him, turning to Deacon. "Let's have a look at the product, yeah? I ain't got all night."

Deacon chuckled, giving Tammy's tit one last squeeze before shifting her off his lap. "You heard the man. Business before pleasure, honey. We got all night to party afterward."

Deacon led me out back behind the trailer to where my rig was parked. I popped the heavy padlock on the trailer and swung the doors wide. Inside were crates stacked high, some filled with car parts, and some filled with tightly wrapped bricks of pure white powder.

Deacon let out a low whistle. "Goddamn, Stu. Quite the haul you got here."

I grunted in agreement, tossing him a kilo from the top of the stack. "Think you can move it?"

"Course I can. I'm Deacon fucking Dee." Deacon tore open the corner of the package and dipped a finger in, bringing it to his tongue for a taste. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out an appreciative groan. "Fuck me, that's some good shit."

"Told ya. I only bring the best."

We quickly unloaded the crates into Deacon's shed, stacking them behind piles of rusted engine parts and old tires. In their place, I loaded up another duffle bag full of cash, my sixty percent cut. Not a bad take for a few days' drive.

With the cargo swapped, we headed back inside the trailer, the wad of bills heavy in my pocket. I was ready to indulge in the other half of our business arrangement, the part that involved a whole lot less talking and a lot more skin.

Jamie was waiting outside the trailer for me and flashed Deacon an apologetic smile. "Mind if I talk to my man for a second?"

Deacon nodded. "Sure thing. Come inside whenever you're ready."

As soon as Deacon disappeared into the trailer, Jamie rounded on me, a fierce look in his eyes. He jabbed a finger into my chest. "Listen up, Stu. I know what kind of freaky shit you're into with those two, but let's get one thing straight. I ain't sharin' you with nobody, got it?"

I raised an eyebrow. "That so? Funny, you didn't seem to mind Deacon gettin' all handsy with you earlier."

Jamie scowled. "That was just me messin' with you, and you know it. It's one thing when clothes are on. Another entirely once we go past that."

He stepped closer, slender body pressing against mine, pinning me against the side of the trailer. I could feel the heat of him through our clothes, his heart beating rabbit-quick. He slid his hands up my chest to twine around my neck, pulling my head down so his lips brushed my ear.

"I 'm willin' to play along and put on a little show for your friends," he purred, hot breath tickling my skin. "Let 'em watch me ridin' your big cock, maybe suck you off real pretty. But that's it. They don't get to touch. I'm yours, Stu. Only yours. Same goes for you. I don't want that woman all over you."

"Just her, huh? What about Deacon? Maybe I want a taste of that."

Jamie's fingers tightened around the back of my neck. "Deacon can look, but he better not fucking touch. I mean it, Stu. You're mine." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Unless you want me to cut his cock off and feed it to him. I'll do it. You know I will."

I grabbed Jamie's hips, yanking him flush against me. He let out a little gasp as my hardness pressed into his stomach. "Careful, pumpkin. You're not the only one knows how to use a knife. You make rules, you gotta stick to ‘em, too."

Jamie's eyes flashed with excitement, pupils blown wide with lust. He licked his lips. "Mmm, I love it when you get all growly and threaten me. Gets me so fucking hot." He punctuated his words by rolling his hips, grinding against my erection.

I groaned, fingers digging into his ass. Christ, the kid was insatiable. And he was playing me like a fiddle, riling me up on purpose because he got off on the danger, the violence simmering just under the surface.

"You're a little fuckin' freak, you know that?" I growled.

Jamie grinned, shameless. "Takes one to know one."

I captured his smart mouth in a brutal kiss, all tongues and teeth. He moaned into it, melting against me, pliant and wanton. I pulled back, and he chased after my lips. "C'mon. We shouldn't keep our hosts waiting."