by Dani Wyatt
“You really want to do all this in front of her? I heard you were kind of sweet on my daughter. Would be a shame if she found out just how weak you really are.”
“Shame for her to find out just how much of a jerk off you are, Bart.”
My father just laughs at that comment. “If that’s how you want to play it, fine. This is how it’s going to go. You’ll go home and admit to the drugs, accept your fate and tell the rest of your club that they need to fall into line on the car parts. Otherwise, I’ve got plenty more evidence I can let the police have, about the club’s illegal activities. Believe me, the stuff I have would make the FBI blush.”
“And why, exactly, would I do anything like that?” Chewy’s hand wraps tighter into mine, and I return the gesture. Whatever is going on right now, I have no idea, but I know which side I’m on.
“Because, dear boy, if you don’t, Annie will also be implicated in the drug running.”
“What?”
My father turns and grins at me. “Sorry, sweetheart, but business is business. If your boyfriend here actually cares about you, he can spare you the discomfort of a jail cell simply by cooperating.”
“Why would you do that?” My head feels light. My own father would send me to jail for something I didn’t do, just to what? Get one over on Chewy and the motorcycle club?
“No,” Chewy says beside me, and for a second I’m shocked, then my mind settles. He’s right. We can’t be bullied like this. I’ll accept my fate, but I won’t let my father win.
“Really?” My father asks. “You’re going to let her go to jail because you’re too afraid to go back there yourself?”
“No,” Chewy says again. “Not happening. Here’s how things are going to go. You’re going to call whoever you have on the inside with the police and tell them the deal’s off. You’re going to tell me where the drugs are and how I can get rid of them. And then you’re going to stay out of our lives for good.”
“Chewy, what’s going on?” I ask, but his arm simply wraps around my shoulders, holding me close.
“Nobody is going to jail, baby. Your father is going to learn his lesson.”
“Really, Charles? And what lesson is that?” My father is still grinning, looking like nothing can touch him.
“That if you’re going to take a shot at me, you’d better make sure you don’t miss.”
Chewy steps away from me, drawing his phone out of his pocket, and saunters up to my father, turning the screen his way. One second, my dad is still grinning, then the next his face falls.
“You want sound, Bart, or shall we spare Annie having to listen to her father committing a felony?”
“You son of a bitch. You were recording us?”
“Ever since the first time you showed up on my doorstep. But don’t worry, nobody ever needs to see that video, just so long as you do as you’re told. Now be a good boy, Bart, and call your friend at the police station.”
“It—it’s too late. They’re on their way to your place now.” My father’s eyes are wide and glassy, his mouth shaking a little with the words.
“Oh dear. Then you’d better be quick, hadn’t you?”
“Fuck! F—fuck!” My father is drawing out his phone as he turns away, heading for the back door of our house. As he clamps the phone to his ear, I see him visibly shaking. “Fucking answer the phone, asshole,” he says, but Chewy already has his arm around my waist.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you home. You need anything from here or is it all right for me to come by tomorrow for it?”
“What if he doesn’t manage to get through in time?” I ask, turning to look back at my dad one more time as Chewy walks us to the front door.
He laughs. “Something tells me the charges will mysteriously disappear either way, baby. You ready to go?”
“Can we take your bike and come back for my things tomorrow?”
Chewy nods. “Anything you want, Annie. Ask me for the world, and I’ll try my hardest to give it to you. From this day forward, I’m going to work my ass off to be the man you deserve.”
As we step out of the house, I hear my dad shouting behind us: “Well fucking call them off before they go in, dammit!”
I grin, turning and jumping up into Chewy’s arms, planting my lips against his. “I think you already are, Charles Drake. I think you already are.”
Epilogue
Chewy
Three years later
I climb into the front seat of my Lincoln and lean my head back.
My dick throbs with the memory of Annie giving me the best good-bye head I’ve had since I left for work yesterday.
After I took her from her father’s place that day, I think we spent the next year fucking away more hours of the day than working or sleeping. Her body finally stopped punishing her after each session but there were lots of cool compresses and warm baths soothing her pussy for a long time.
I put a ring on her finger and we took a week-long road trip, ending in Vegas where we married at sunset, at a chapel out near Red Rock Canyon. Just us, but it was enough, and when we got back, the club threw us a hella party and I saw my little Cupid drunk for the first time.
She gets crazy horny when she drinks and I like to see her let loose now and then because she tries to do it all. She’s the best mother and is still taking a class or two online, working toward her Master’s. She’s a loyal friend and kick-ass wife and I admire her more every day we’re together
I keep the apartment above the garage mostly for purposes of our fornication. She comes by with the boys almost every afternoon, heads upstairs, puts them down for a nap then sends me a text, usually with a picture of her wet pussy or milk leaking from her tits.
Both of which drive me crazy, and I take the stairs two at a time while Rodney and Breach give me shit for being so whipped.
It’s still early, I want to be home by noon to help set up for the boys’ birthday party. Evan and Edward are two today, twins born eight minutes apart, and they have a little sister damn near ready to pop out of their mother any day.
I’m fucking exhausted but happier than I ever imagined I could be.
I start up the car, looking at the little bungalow I bought for us just a few months after we got together. It’s got a white picket fence for fuck sake, and when I sent a picture of it to my parents, my mother called me crying.
Said she was afraid I was never going to settle down, which coming from the perpetual nomads themselves is ironic. Even after I got sent up for grand theft, my parents loved me and believed in me, even though we were never conventionally close like most nuclear sort of families. They marched to their own drummers and that’s probably where my free spirit started, right in the back of their VW van where I was born and raised for the first few years of my life.
They came to visit after the boys were born. Parked their Airstream in the driveway and spent a week, then got the itch and they were off again.
They loved Annie, of course, and she and my mom talk every couple days.
My shop has doubled in size and I even started an internet rare parts business. I wanted to move, buy Annie a bigger house, but she was having none of it. She says she likes having us all close together and until we have kids piled up in the bedrooms, she wants to stay put. So the money is just piling up in our bank accounts, waiting for the day she’s ready to expand.
Annie’s become part of the club family and this weekend some of the girlfriends and wives are hosting a baby shower for us. It’s co-ed.
But, it’s a full bar so we’re good. Truth is, I want to be with her for all the family shit. I like having her close, and already I envision a time when I don’t leave for work every day, because being away from her makes me anxious as fuck.
I was possessive before, but after the babies were born, I turned into an over-protective maniac, tracking her every move. Putting security cameras around and inside the house. Calling her every ten minutes until she almost had a melt down because I was waking t
he babies up and the poor woman needed her sleep.
Her father served a suspended sentence because he did the right thing, turned himself in and has since moved to Florida.
Their relationship is strained but polite.
Her mother also turned up a couple years ago in town, all contrite and wanting to make up for abandoning her daughter.
Annie gave her a shot, but when I found her slipping a hundred-dollar bill from my wife’s wallet, I sent her packing and we haven’t heard from her since.
I pull into the garage and press the remote, opening one of the side overhead doors, and park my Lincoln inside because the clouds are coming in and it looks like rain.
I flip on the lights, get settled at my desk and work on some spreadsheets, making my agenda for the day, when my phone rings.
It’s Annie, Facetiming me, so I hit the button and immediately my dick springs to life.
“I miss you.” She pouts, leaning against the headboard of our king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a smile, her belly full and round at eight months and it’s fucking sexy as hell.
“I miss you too, Cupid.”
Her legs fall open and I see the pink petals of her perfect pussy open. “You wanna play?”
I release my cock and set my phone up so she can see. “Always. I always want to play with you.”
“Even when we’re not together, we’re together,” she says, licking her lips as her swollen tits drip white cream, making my abdomen tighten and the wicked lust I see in her eyes makes my balls twitch and my cock stands ready and willing.
“Hold on.” I reach into my bottom desk drawer and pull out the little plastic container from a stack I keep just for these occasions.
“Of course. You know I’ll be waiting for my treat when you get home.”
Even before we were together, when I jacked off thinking of her, I came into these little plastic containers, put the lid on and put them in the freezer. In the two years since I saw her that first time, my freezer was full. I finally showed her, a twitch of fear as I exposed the level of my obsession with her, letting her know I saved them for her.
That first day, I put two cum cubes in her tea and watched her drink it down. From there, it was cum in her cereal, her ice cream, straight up frozen cum cubes on her tongue.
She ate them all up and even though these days, it’s not as often I cum when she’s not with me, when I do, we keep my insane tradition going.
“I love you, Cupid.” I stare into the phone screen as she licks her fingers and rubs her clit, my mouth watering, remembering the first time I tasted her.
“I love you too. Now, tell me what to do…”
“Get on your knees, head down, ass up. Show me what’s mine.”
She flips herself over on the bed as I stroke up and down, admiring her lush curves, already planning on getting another baby in her as soon as I can.
“I’m all yours. Always, forever, I belong to you.” She says, turning her head on the bedding with a smile.
“That’s my girl. Now wiggle that ass. When I get home, my dick is going inside that tight little hole. So be ready…”
She teases and jiggles, her enormous tits swaying under her body as I drive my fist up and down my shaft until my balls tighten. Then I grab the little cup, grunt and spurt my release inside, already planning how I’m going to feed it to her when I get home.
She’s my home. My wife. My love. My world.
All thanks to a loose radiator hose.
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing, she is probably laughing about some irony (like the fact that A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
