Taylor stood over the loading dock with one hand on the railing and the other holding a cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out towards the back of the large truck parked in the back of the warehouse. Gus stood beside him with his own cigarette and a nasty grin on his face. He was hard. It poked out the top of his pants and he pointed it towards Taylor in a slow manner which Taylor assumed was suppose to be an invitation of sorts. He rolled his eyes.
“Put that away or I’ll put my cigarette out on it,” he said and then proceeded to reach out with his burning cigarette.
Gus pulled away with a startled look. He tucked his d**k back into his pants, hissing as he was hit with a cold blast of air. The loading dock doors flew open and a half dozen of Wolves came out c
