Free Bones by the Wood by Catherine Johnson Page A

under her belly button revealed by the partially open fly.  There was just the hint of dark hair and... he managed to stop himself leaning over the counter to see if that was white lace just peeking out there.  And then the mammoth scissors came into view and his brain stuttered as she slipped them into her jeans at her hip and snipped at something.
     
    Dizzy couldn’t tear his eyes away.  He’d have liked to have met her bold gaze, but the show was too good to miss.  He vaguely noticed her placing the heavy scissors on the counter with a clunk, before those slim fingers delved behind the unfastened front of her jeans and, with a little tug and pull, emerged with a scrap of, yes, white lace.  There wasn’t enough of it for it to have been anything other than a thong.  As she stuffed it into her back pocket, Dizzy’s brain put the pieces together to show him the picture of how one side had snapped so she’d cut the other side to be able to pull the flimsy material from between her legs without actually taking her jeans off.
     
    His mind was running riot on that visual as Thea fastened her jeans.
     
    “You actually come in here to buy somethin’?  Or just to harass a lady in distress?”
     
    As adorable as she was in the middle of mortifying embarrassment, the sass was unbelievably sexy.  He liked that she would stand up to him, that she would give as good as she got.  He liked that a lot.
     
    “I definitely need a drink after that little show.  Maybe a smoke, too.  Grab me a couple of packs, sweetheart.”  He refused to feel any shame for staring.  The view had been worth a dropped jaw or two.
     
    With just the hint of a grin playing on her lips, she turned to get his cigarettes.  Dizzy took the opportunity, while her back was turned, to scoot down the aisle towards the booze.  He took a moment or two longer than he needed while he was out of sight to arrange his solid cock into a more comfortable position.  He was going to need to take that in hand when he got home, or he’d have a bad case of blue balls.
     
    He brought the bottle he’d chosen back to the counter.  Thea began to ring it and the packs of cigarettes up as if their little scene had been a figment of his imagination.  His imagination was now running full tilt on the knowledge that she was bare beneath her jeans.  He wondered if her little act of challenge had turned her on as much as it did him.  Christ, the thought that she was wet and basically naked... Dizzy did his best to concentrate on finding his wallet and fumbling out the required bills.
     
    “You ever come to the clubhouse, darlin’?” 
     
    He wanted a taste, and the only way he was going to get that was if he got her out of this fucking store.  She paused; he was reading it as a reluctance to answer, which piqued his interest.
     
    “A time or two.”
     
    “You should drop by sometime.  Everyone’s there on Friday’s.”  And by ‘everyone’ he particularly meant himself.
     
    “No, thanks.  I know how it works, and I’m not interested.”
     
    Oh she did, did she? And she wasn’t, was she?  “And how do you think it works?”
     
    “A girl doesn’t just walk in on her own to have a drink.  I don’t fancy havin’ my ass pinched ‘til it’s blue.”
     
    Now that set off a whole other set of intriguing images in Dizzy’s mind.  “Who’d you go with last time?”
     
    “Annelle Beaumont?” He nodded to convey that he knew who she was talking about.  “She’s a friend of mine.  A friend-friend.  Not a boss-friend.”
     
    There was that boldness again instead of the blushing.  Dizzy thought he got it.  She wasn’t bothered that he might think she was a stripper; she wanted him to know she wasn’t casual pussy like the other girls that Annelle brought with her.  Well, he’d already figured that out.
     
    “I’ll make sure those gorillas don’t bother you, darlin’.”  Of course they wouldn’t; he had every intention