The Prospect's Girl

Never Again

You stayed in bed for about a half hour before EZ said he had to get up for work. He told you that you were welcome to stay in bed as long as you'd like, but you were hungry. The two of you stood up, both naked. His eyes raked up and down your body, taking in every gorgeous inch of you.

"Fuck, cariño, put on some clothes before I bend you over my table and take you again."

"Now that sounds like a spectacular idea. We should do that later."

"Yes, we should."

You reluctantly got dressed. As much as you wanted him to fuck you again, you didn't want your dad walking through the door because EZ was late to work.

Once you were decent, you headed to the clubhouse, your fingers laced with EZ's. He had you sit at the bar while he fixed you a plate and got you some coffee. He set both in front of you, leaned in for a kiss and told you he needed to get out to the yard.

He barely made it five steps out the door before your dad was in front of him.

"Prospect, don't let me ever hear you having sex with my daughter again. What you two do is your business, but I do not want to hear it, or hear about it. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

Your dad walked into the clubhouse while EZ headed toward the office. His face was a little red from being caught by your dad. He wasn't ashamed to have slept with you. Not at all. However, it was a bit embarrassing that Bishop had heard the two of you. EZ didn't want anyone else to ever hear the incredible noises that escaped your throat while he was inside you. Those were for him, and him alone.

Angel popped his head into the office as EZ was changing into a work shirt.

"What's this I hear about Bish hearing you fucking his kid?"

"Shut up, asshole," EZ said while laughing.

"Yeah, that's probably exactly what Bishop was thinking when he walked by your trailer."

Meanwhile, you were sitting at the bar, red-faced and embarrassed that your dad heard you. He'd come into the clubhouse, and promptly told you he never wanted to hear that again. Guess you should start looking for a job and an apartment, so you could be as loud as you wanted without your dad hearing you.

You decided that you were going to get dressed up nice and try to get your job back. Maybe if you explained the situation, they'd be understanding. If not, you'd find somewhere else. You wanted to stay in Santo Padre, if possible, but you'd go to Calexico if you had to. It wasn't that far of a commute.

On that note, you went to find your dad so you could talk to him about going to get your car and the rest of your stuff. You wanted it out of your ex's house. You didn't have any money, but you were sure your dad would help you get set up in an apartment if you asked him. You'd pay him back once you had a steady paycheck. You couldn't get into an apartment without a job though. So, hospital first.

He agreed to give you a ride over to get your stuff, but he wanted you to come right back here. He was determined to find and remove the tracker from your car before you went anywhere else. Yes, your ex was dead, but he didn't want anyone being able to track you like that.

You walked out to the yard to find EZ, to let him know you were headed out for awhile. When you found him, he was helping Angel toss some scrap metal onto the bed of a truck. His arms were flexed, muscles bulging. Fuck, he looked hot.

"Mierda," you breathed out. You didn't think he heard you, but he looked over with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

"See something you like, cariño?"

"I like everything I see, mi amor."

He grinned and shook his head as he walked toward you. He leaned in for a quick kiss, then looked down at you.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm headed out for awhile. My dad is going to take me to pick up my car and the rest of my stuff. I plan to get cleaned up nice and head to the hospital to see about getting my job back. Then, I need to start looking at apartments."

"You can stay with me as long as you need, cariño."

"I know, and I appreciate that," you said, before leaning in to whisper, "but I don't want to have to be quiet when you are inside me, and that is an issue here."

He groaned when he heard you, before pulling your mouth to his. He kissed you deeply, then spun you on your heel, smacked your ass and told you to go get your stuff. You chuckled at him and walked toward your dad's bike.

You got over to your dad and took the helmet from his hand. He was shaking his head at you, with a smile on his face.

"It's good to see you happy, querida."

"It feels good to be happy again."