by Kat Addams
“Westy! Not in front of the kids!” Ma blushed, playfully smacking my father’s knee. “And you’ve always been a supportive partner. Things got busy for both of us. Kids will do that.”
“It’s okay, Dad. That’s a valuable lesson you just taught me. I’ll make sure that I won’t lose sight of my wife or family amid my career. Though I’m not sure this spunky firecracker would ever trade in her stilettos for an apron and Play-Doh,” I said, kissing Nikki on the forehead.
“Apron? Maybe. Play-Doh? Nope.” Nikki shrugged.
“It’s all right, honey. You’ve got your hands full with the kids from the cottage. Maybe once things settle …” Ma started.
I caught Nikki’s eye and winked. I knew she didn’t want children, and nothing was going to change her mind from that.
“Yes, those cottage kids need me right now. In fact, Weston was asking me about meeting them. You should all come by one weekend and see what we do there. And I’ll bring along my girlfriends from the taco truck—DTF.” Nikki perked up in her seat.
“DTF?” Dad asked.
“Dirty. Tough. Female.” Nikki smiled. “ That’s what we call ourselves. They are my best friends and would love to hear about your days as Dragon Lady, Ma. In fact, well, it’s not exactly a dragon, but we do have a mascot called Rosie the T. rex, and she’s a pretty big deal. We sometimes dress up as her and do different things around town. So, I think you’d all get along really well. Dragon Lady Jean and DTF dinos.”
“You are already going to be a perfect fit to our family, Nikki,” Ma said, laughing and shaking her head.
For the slightest moment, I saw the light shine from Nikki’s eyes, and that was when I knew she wanted to be a part of us too. Like the fortune teller had told me, for Nikki, our shenanigan hadn’t been fake either.
Since we were too far from home, my parents and I rented hotel rooms for the evening.
I had kissed Nikki good-bye at the club, but I’d whispered in her ear where I was going and that I’d like her to come by. She didn’t hesitate in answering with a nod and grin. I had sped off in the P-wagon and chatted about the evening with Ma and Dad until we got to the hotel.
“Man, they need to spruce this place up. New carpet, flooring, add in a business center. Similar to what I’d like to do to our hotel, Dad. And a few other things. I have some ideas for Westworld I want to bounce off of you,” I said as we sleepily made our way toward our rooms.
“You’re still up for that, aren’t you? Taking over, so your old dad can retire and take care of this beautiful lady who needs some attention?” Dad put his arm around Ma and pulled her close.
“You’re still okay with letting me do that? Still trust me?” I stopped, pausing in front of their room, and stroked my beard. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Now, you’ll still have to let your brother be second-in-command, but he answers to you. I already talked with him about this, and he took it surprisingly well. Said if things go south, then you get the blame and not him, so he is okay with not being in your shoes and carrying your responsibility. And between you and me, I think he just isn’t ready to settle down and grow up.”
“No, he isn’t. I love him to death, but poor boy will never mature, I’m afraid.” Ma hung her head. “He needs perspective. Maybe he’ll find someone like you did. I pray for it.”
“I’m honored to take over the family business even if it means keeping him on payroll and letting him think he has some say. I think that is the only way to handle him at this point. But thanks, Dad, and thanks, Ma. I won’t let you down. Westworld will always be amazing because of the foundation you both built it on.”
“Same with you, son. Thanks to your ma, you’ve been raised on a solid foundation, too, and you’re amazing. So, congratulations to the new head honcho.” Dad embraced me before turning to unlock his door.
My dad wasn’t the most sentimental man I knew, so this level of emotion coming from him had my eyes tearing up and Ma’s too.
“Love you, Weston. You’re a good man with a big heart. I’m a proud mama. Congratulations. It looks like you’ve got it all right now. The girl, the career, the family. You deserve it.” Ma wiped a tear from her face and threw her arms around me.
“Hear, hear. We can finish this conversation another time. Room’s open, Jean. After all that hoopla I saw tonight at the club … I’m feeling in need of a dragon in my bed. I want to make her roar!” Dad smacked Ma’s ass and growled.
“Okay, okay. I’m out. That’s a bit much. See you two lovebirds!” I said, running to my room, which was thankfully on the other end of the hallway.
I slid the key in the door, shuddered at my parents’ last exchange, and texted Nikki my room number before turning on the hot shower. I had told her I would leave the door not entirely shut, but just resting against the lock. She could come in anytime.
I soaped up my johnson and rinsed the sticky remains of Nikki’s cream pie off of me. My lips still tasted like whipped cream, and now, I needed them to taste like her. My dick thickened as I closed my eyes and thought about that night back at my parents’ house when I had monkey-fucked her from behind. Watching her sweet ass ripple each time I’d slammed into it made my knees shake.
I hurried out of the shower, drying myself off with an oversize hotel towel. I rubbed my cock dry, lingering over the way the soft cotton felt against my bare skin. Earlier today, I had stupidly manscaped my sascrotch, shaving the entire thing off again. You’d think I had learned my lesson after dousing myself in coochie cream, but the thought of bumping uglies with Nikki made me want to be as perfect as possible. She was a goddess. I was a jolly giant. I couldn’t measure up, but maybe my dick could.
I walked back into the dark room, throwing the towel onto the floor.
“You’re going to just throw that right there instead of putting it up properly?” a voice called from my bed.
I rubbed my eyes, letting them adjust to the dark room. “Nikki?”
“Of course it’s me, ya big goober. Who else are you inviting into your bed?” Nikki threw back the covers and slapped the empty side of the bed. “Come on in. Sorry I was a bit late. Stopped to shower and get a few things.”
“No, it’s fine. You’re not late at all. I was talking to my parents for a bit anyway.” I slid in next to her.
She was already naked. Her skin prickled the moment I pushed myself against her.
“Everything okay?” Her palm traced slowly down my chest.
“They still want me to take over Westworld.” I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it.
“That’s awesome! You did it! You got what you wanted!”
She reached over, grasping my face between her hands and smooching me. I gently pushed the back of her head, kissing her harder. Our breaths became heavy, anxious. She slipped her tongue in between my lips as her hand searched beneath the covers for my dick.
“I don’t have all I want. I want you,” I growled, crawling on top of her and knocking her knees apart with mine.
“Is that so? I’m in your bed. I’d say, you’re off to a good start,” she whispered, pushing her hips up to me and rubbing her wet pussy all over my cock.
“No. I want this. I want you as mine. I want to date you. I want you to give me a chance. Not a fake chance, but a real one. Let’s see where this goes. I like you … a lot. You talked about divine intervention to me before and how you wanted that in your life. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re divine intervention to someone else? Maybe that is your role to play. You’re the special person who unexpectedly shows up and turns someone else’s world upside down for the better.”
She grabbed Dan and pulled him toward her face so that our eyes were only inches apart. “Weston Banks, that is the damn sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me in my life. I guess I can give you that chance.” She grinned.
“You guess?” I tilted my head, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her nose, and working my way down.
“Did I say
that?” she breathed out, moaning and bucking her hips.
I trailed my lips over her body until I reached the soft flesh between her legs. I slid my tongue down her slit.
“What I meant to say was, hell yes. Weston Banks. Hell. Yes!” she cried out as I lubed up my beard with her juices.
I let her squirm under my mouth before I crawled my way back up her body. She pulled a condom from beneath the pillow beside her.
“Another reason I had to stop at the house. I know your ma wants grandbabies, but I sure as shit don’t,” she said, tossing the rubber at me.
I tore it open with my teeth and rolled it on.
“I won’t give you those if you don’t want them. But I do want to give you everything,” I whispered, leaning over her and sliding myself into home.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in tight with her ridiculously strong thighs.
“You already have,” she moaned, her breath tickling softly against my neck.
And then I made Nikki Vinco mine.
EPILOGUE
Nikki
I lazily tapped my pen against the notepad on my lap. The sun shone down into my backyard, reflecting bright light off the white paper.
“Who would have thought, Nikki Vinco, trophy wife?” Betty loudly slurped her daiquiri through a straw.
“Nope, nope, nope. Nikki Vinco … Nikki Vinco …” I struggled to define what I had become seemingly overnight.
Just a short month ago, I had been a stripper, and now, I had eloped and become a married woman.
“Oh. My. Gosh. I’m Nikki Banks now! I am a fucking trophy wife. Shit!” I chewed my bottom lip.
I’d never expected to get married, especially not into the Banks family. But after a dream in which my mom had come to me and told me to say yes, I said yes to everything that came my way over the next few days. I didn’t know if she was telling me to tell the barista, Yes, I want whipped cream, or tell the girls, Yes, I can work an extra shift, or tell Weston, Yes, I will elope with you. So, I had answered yes to it all—including Weston’s proposal.
He had taken me to the farm one weekend for a relaxing getaway. His parents were gone on their second honeymoon, rekindling their newfound sexual awakening, according to Ma. She had told Weston we could stay at their place for the weekend, except for no nooky before the wedding. She was still adamant about it being bad luck, and she said we didn’t need any of that in the family. There were still parts of Ma left. She wasn’t only Dragon Lady Jean these days.
We snuck in a bottle of champagne, and Weston packed us a picnic lunch. He drove us back down to the mud pit, where we dined, drank, and ran around the creek but naked. I had no idea why we were naked, but it was fun, and it felt good to immerse myself in Mother Earth. Everything had felt safe, right, comfortable.
“You aren’t afraid of pee fish anymore?” I asked as we waded our naked bodies into the creek.
“Turns out, those fish aren’t from around here. I Googled.” He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.
“Is that right?” I smirked. “You came prepared then.” I ran my palm along his cheek, letting it trail down his beard. A hard lump stuck out of Dan. “What the hell? Is Dan growing his own beard? A tumor? What the fuck?”
“Well, it wasn’t supposed to go down this way, but we got naked, and I panicked. I didn’t know where else to stick it. My only other option was most definitely not an option. Here.” Weston pulled out a tiny box from his beard and swallowed hard, handing it to me.
“Is this jewelry? Did you stash jewelry in your beard?” I laughed, prying open the tiny velvet box. Inside was the ring I had worn for our fake engagement.
“It’s real this time. And I know this is all happening quick. But I love you and I’m sure about this and I want you. I know you were meant for me. I hope you believe I was meant for you too. Will you marry me, Nikki?” Weston’s chest rose and fell dramatically. The poor man looked on the verge of nervous tears.
I hesitated, checking in with my brain, my soul, my heart. I remembered my dream and my mother urging me to say yes. If that wasn’t a sign, then what happened next was.
Bessie trampled down to the creek, interrupting us with her incessant mooing. She stomped around in the water, tossing her head back and forth.
My jaw dropped. I’d never seen a damn cow act like this before. I wondered if she had eaten some mushrooms or something. “What’s she say about it?” I asked Weston.
“She told me that you’d better say yes, or she will stampede your ass.” Weston’s jaw dropped. “Bessie! That is just rude!”
“And this is just weird. But I guess there’s your answer. I don’t want to get rammed by that heifer. The answer is yes,” I said, slipping the ring over my finger.
Oddly enough, Bessie gave one last moo and left us alone.
“Can’t believe I’m marrying a cow whisperer.” I laughed. “Can’t believe I’m even getting married, to be honest.”
“Me either! The stars must be aligned!” Weston cried out, swooping me up in his arms and kissing me hard on the lips.
We had married at the courthouse two days later, much to Ma’s dismay. She made us promise to have a real wedding on the original date we had planned, her wedding anniversary next year. We had gone along with it, hoping her idea would fizzle out. But if I had to choose between a wedding or babies to please Ma, I would choose the wedding.
“And you are loving every moment of being a trophy wife!” Layla chimed in, interrupting my daydreaming. “Seriously, why can’t I find a rich, giant lump of hair like Weston?”
“Wear some crystals, dance in some platforms, howl at the moon. Have you tried that, Layla?” Rox shielded her eyes from the sun.
We’d been spending the entire afternoon lounging by the pool and working on my business plan. Weston’s wedding gift to me was a 501(c)(3). He said that Westworld would build Outer Forks a top-notch youth center for all ages and all incomes. He had the bright idea that if every child was welcome, maybe the more advantaged children could befriend the less advantaged children, and everyone could learn different perspectives and be woke. Yes, Weston said woke. He wanted to build the big home on ten acres with a bunch of kids running around, as he had predicted in his future, except the children weren’t exactly his and the house was the youth center. He was as excited about it as I was—maybe even more so. I didn’t think I could be more proud of my hairy husband.
“I don’t think it’s the crystals. I think it’s the boobs and her cream pie.” Betty hiccuped.
“Everyone loves a cream pie,” Rox said.
“But seriously though, Nikki, how does it feel to have all of this? Look around. You made it, lady. You were in debt, living in a tiny apartment, dating losers. Now, you have a mansion, an amazing family, and you don’t have to strip anymore—or work at all. You are an inspiration!” Layla said.
“I’ll never quit the taco truck. That’s my girl time. But I might have to put in fewer hours once this nonprofit gets off the ground, which brings me back to it. Help me out, y’all. What should I call it? Outer Forks Youth Center is too boring.”
“Your mother’s name?” Rox and the rest of DTF looked at me, unsure of how I would react.
I rarely talked about my mother. She’d left a hole inside of me that I wouldn’t ever be able to fill. But she had been troubled, and I understood that now. She’d deserved the best, and even though she had been absent for much of my life, I knew she had tried. It was her poor choices that had fucked my childhood up. I’d followed in her footsteps with the bad decisions, too, until I found support in my girl gang. DTF had shown me that I was worth more.
“You could name it after both your mom and Weston’s mom since you now have two mothers.” Betty nudged me with her elbow, smiling.
“Are you being sentimental? You? Betty? Wow! How much have you had to drink?” I took a long-drawn-out sip of my daiquiri.
“Enough to say, I told you so. I told you Weston was your
man. That Jolly Green Giant done hooked you up, and now, you can live your dream while helping everyone else live theirs.” Betty set her cup down on the table beside her and leaned back in her lounge chair.
“Does that mean you’ll finally let me put an enchantment on Terrance?” I asked, twisting the wedding ring on my finger.
“Don’t need an enchantment for a man when you have these boobs!” Betty lifted her breasts and then let them fall in her famous boob drop.
“What was your mother’s name anyway? I don’t think you’ve ever told us,” Rox asked.
“Crystal,” I sighed.
“Are you serious? Crystal? As in Crystal Cream Pie and all those crystals you got lying around and … well, shit! It all makes sense now!” Betty sat back up, rubbing her chin. “Crystal Jean’s Center for Youth. Is that better?”
“Yes. I think you just named our youth center, Betty.” I smiled, jotting it down in my notepad.
“Drunk Betty is deep.” Betty hiccuped, farted, and groaned.
“And that’s why you haven’t landed Terrance,” Layla said in a singsong voice.
“I think it’s more because Terrance hasn’t landed her.” Rox laughed.
“Bingo!” Betty made air guns with her hands, pretending to shoot the sky. “Pow! Pow!”
DTF burst into laughter.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s all this racket out here?” Ma said, coming through the back patio to join us. She carried a tray of fresh cow patties in her hands.
“Mama Jean!” Layla said, clapping her hands. “Come and sit next to me! Nikki has some news to tell you!” Layla patted the side of her lounge chair.
“You’re pregnant!” Ma cried, almost toppling over her plate of cookies.
