He nodded his head and smiled. “I’ll take it.”
I shifted my eyes toward Jackson. “You witnessed it.”
Still smiling his shitty little smirk, he nodded his head once and pointed at me. “Sure did.”
Vince cocked his head to the side. “Go for a ride?”
“Sure, let me get my glasses,” I said.
“Looks like we’re headed to mom’s place next, huh?” Jackson asked as he coughed out a laugh.
Vince shrugged his shoulders. “Guess so.”
“Good,” he said. “We can stop and get Em.”
“Okay, let me get my glasses,” I said as I turned toward the house.
I hurried into the kitchen and as soon as I was behind the cover of the wall I pumped my fist at my side and smiled.
Yes!
I walked out onto the porch, kissed Vince, and followed him to the bike. After I got on, they both started their bikes, and we sat for a few seconds.
I had to know.
“Excuse me, Jackson?” I asked over the sound of the exhaust.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod of his head.
“Are you the one who talked him into coming here?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Vince as if seeking authorization to answer.
“Yeah, he is,” Vince said over his shoulder.
I fucking knew it.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
VINCE
I had to be honest with myself before I could be honest with anyone else. Once I realized I was mistaken in my beliefs and opinions of myself, I quickly admitted my faults to God and my mother, and I had one more step to go before I could feel that I was the man I had always portrayed myself as being.
“Brought your bike. Tell you what, that thing’ll never die. It’s a beast, Pop,” I said.
I glanced around the cemetery. Rows upon rows of headstones did nothing to minimize the loss of my father, but I did feel like I had thousands of eyes and ears making sure what I said was exactly what I needed to say.
“So, I came here for a reason. I guess, when you get right down to it, I came here for your respect…”
I paused and shook my head. It was far more difficult than I ever imagined it would be. After a moment, I lowered myself to the ground, sat cross legged, and gazed at the headstone.
“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, and I want to admit some things to you. I hope I didn’t disappoint you too much, and if I did, I’ll apologize in advance.”
I shifted my eyes up to the trees, and eventually to the blue sky well beyond the cemetery. After scanning the sky for clouds and finding none, my eyes fell to the gravestone.
“Pop, I lied to you. I told you I quit smoking, and I did. But I started again, quite a few times, and I never came back and told you. So I lied. I know you’d see it that way, and I sure see it that way. I lied to Ma, and hell everyone for that matter.”
“You know I told you I quit because you wanted me to, and I’m going to try again. I’m going to do my best, but no promises. We’ll just see how it goes.”
I uncrossed my legs, stood, and rested my hand on the top of the headstone. “So I’ve got the girl back, and I’m not going to let her go this time. I know how you and mom tried to have kids after me and always hoped for a girl…”
“Well, I guess in some ways Ma’s got one now. She sure likes her, Pop. We’re over there for Sunday dinners every week. Brought one of the fellas and his girl a couple of times, and Ma sure enjoyed it. Hell, before you know it we might have that dinner table full of the fellas and their girls. I know it’d make Ma happy to have that house filled with people even if it was just once.”
“I’m real sorry if I let you down, Pop. There’s one more thing that’s been bothering me. It’s not a lie in my eyes, but it’s the only other thing I could think of that I needed to admit.”
I lifted my hand from the gravestone, crossed my arms in front of my chest, and studied the name on the stone.
Vincent Stephen Ames
“Vince”
“When I was a kid, I used to peel the wrapping paper off the packages, to see what I was getting, and wrap ‘em back up.”
I slapped my hand against the top of the headstone and grinned.
“I’ll keep you up to speed on the girl, Pop. And I’m sorry, I really am. I guess all I can say is this…”
“From this day forward I’ll do my best to make you proud.”
And that’s a promise.
SIENNA
Where we left off. That’s what I demanded, and it was without a doubt what I received. From the moment we pulled out of the driveway, things were right back to the way they were. I didn’t need to forgive Vince, my mind didn’t see things the way other people did. What happened wasn’t his fault, it was him acting in a manner that was in accordance with his beliefs and the moral code he lived by. He wasn’t right, nor was he wrong. He simply made a decision.
Would I have made it?
No.
Did I agree that it was appropriate?
No.
But it wasn’t my place to second guess the man I fell in love with. I fell in love with who Vince was, and who he was played a great part in his decision making. For me to condemn him for being himself would be to admit I wasn’t actually in love with him, only parts of him.
And that wasn’t the case.
Not at all.
“This back yard is amazing,” I said as I shifted my eyes around the yard.
The back yard at Vince’s mother s house was huge and had been landscaped professionally. The home being built on three lots left a yard three times wider than the other yards on the block, but it had the same depth.
There was a large waterfall in the center decorated with limestone rocks that trickled down into a small pond, and the pond was filled with fish. A path from the pond in each direction led to the back side of the yard, each path taking a different route, but meeting at a large gazebo which was placed on a concrete patio.
The distance between the back of the home and the gazebo was slightly sheltered by the waterfall, but able to be openly viewed to each side by anyone in the corners of the yard, or the neighbors.
The perimeter of the yard was decorated by a flower garden and various small trees, which I suspected were Japanese Maples. I knew very little about flowers or landscaping until Vince and I broke up, and only then did I use gardening as an outlet. Seeing the magnificent yard was breathtaking, but it left me sad for Vince’s mother, who I was quite sure had the work done with the hope of filling it with her children.
Children she was never blessed with.
“I like what you did with your yard. It looks nice,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I continued to look around.
“Come here,” he said as he walked toward the gazebo.
He was dressed in jeans, a white tee shirt, and his boots. I lagged behind him intentionally as he walked away, just so I could watch him walk. Something about a man in jeans and a perfectly clean white tee shirt had always made me weak in the knees. As he stepped onto the platform of the gazebo, he turned to face me and grinned.
“What?” I asked.
“I like that dress,” he said.
I typically didn’t wear dresses, but Vince had bought me the dress to wear for our dinner. It was the anniversary of his father’s death, and it just so happened the day fell on a Sunday. Instead of mourning, he and his mother had a ritual of celebrating, which I thought was pretty ingenious.
Vince, Emily, Jackson, Axton, Avery, and I had all came for dinner, and as they were all inside talking to Anita, Vince and I were taking a quick tour of the yard. It was nice to see Vince opening up to the other Sinners, and I especially liked Axton. He was pretty mean looking, but he was like a father to Vince, and even though he was extremely intense and seemed to be harsh at times, he always had Vince’s best interest at heart.
“Well, you bought it,” I said.
He glanced over each of my shoulders, toward the back of the house. After seeing what I expected he wanted to, he pointed to the wooden table in the center of the gazebo.
“Bend over and pull it up,” he said as he motioned toward the table.
I turned toward the house. I couldn’t see the back door, but I could see everything beside it, including the windows I knew were in the dining room.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked as I turned to face Vince.
He shook his head, folded his arms in front of his chest, and glared. “Do I look like it?”
“We’re in the yard. And we’ve got to get in there to eat in a minute,” I said.
The thought of doing it was a huge turn-on, but actually doing it was another story. As he stood and continued to glare at me, I felt myself getting wetter with each passing second. After what seemed like forever, but was realistically a few seconds, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
With his arms still folded in front of his chest, he nodded his head once. “I want to finger your little pussy.”
With my back facing the house, and the waterfall directly behind me, I was protected from the view of anyone at the back door, but the remaining ten windows in the house had a clear shot at what we were doing. If there was anyone in the great room, dining room, upstairs bedrooms, or bathrooms, they would see everything.
All in all, it was perfect.
I walked to the table, bent over slightly, and flipped the dress over my hips.
“No panties,” he said as he ran his hand along my inner thigh.
“Nope,” I responded, my legs twitching in response to his touch.
I felt his finger penetrate me. After sliding it in and out of my dripping wet pussy a few times, he obviously added another finger. I bit my lower lip and began to moan at the pressure of both fingers being forced deep inside me. As I pressed my chest onto the top of the wooden table, I lifted myself onto my tip-toes.
Either from intending to do so or by accident, and I didn’t really care which it was, the tips of his fingers were rubbing my g-spot each time he pushed them deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, resting it flat on the table, and allowed myself to relax onto the heels of my feet.
“Holy shit that feels good,” I said softly.
And it did. My love for Vince and his desire to please me made me perpetually wet for him, but being in the back yard while everyone prepared for dinner was book boyfriend dream land for me.
Within what seemed like seconds, but was more than likely minutes, I began to tingle from head to toe.
“Come on, Sienna,” he breathed into my ear.
Just shut up and keep going.
“Come on, babe,” he breathed.
Shut up. Just…hit…that…spot…again…
“Come on, do it,” he said.
Please, be quiet.
His fingers continued to massage my g-spot, and I did my best to filter out his requests to have me come. I was almost there.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” I heard his mother shout.
I opened my eyes, fully expecting to see her. Still sheltered by the waterfall, and out of view of the door, I was safe. I closed my eyes, and realized my heart was beating ten-fold of what was normal.
A few more strokes of his fingers, and my breathing was louder than anything else in the yard. I raised myself onto my toes, lowered myself, raised up again, and relaxed.
“Oh holy fuuuuuuuck…”
I collapsed onto the table and gasped for my next breath.
The faint sound of what I thought was his zipper was followed by his hand pressing on my back. Him fingering me in the yard was one thing, but him fucking me was another. If he thought for one minute that I was going to let…
I inhaled a slow breath as I felt the pressure of his massive cock slide inside of me. As it reached bottom, I exhaled and grabbed the edges of the table in my hands. As I held the table firm in my hands, I turned and looked his direction over my shoulder.
His jeans were around his thighs, and his perfectly pressed white tee shirt was all bunched up around his mid-section. I felt like I should protest, and really didn’t think fucking in his mother’s back yard in the evening sun was the best idea I had ever heard, but it wasn’t necessarily the worst, either.
Without speaking, I sighed, turned around, and held the table tight.
It must have been all the confirmation he needed.
He began to fuck me. Not the type of fucking he had given me in the past when he really wanted to prove a point or show me who was boss. Not like the day he drove the couch into the wall, or the evening he fucked me across the living room carpet until he had scabs on his knees and my ass was covered in carpet burns.
Not like that.
But a good, solid, steady, deep, predictable stroke.
The kind of stroke a girl can get lost in feeling. The kind of stroke only the right man can give; a man with a big, thick, long cock.
The slow stroke that allows a girl to feel every inch of the shaft as it slides in, and every inch of it as it slides out, almost counting the inches with each stroke, anticipating feeling the rim as it passes the lips each time. The stroke that is so predictable she can bite her lower lip just before the head bottoms out, because it’s impossible for every inch of that big thick cock to penetrate her fully.
Yeah, that stroke.
“Fuck yes,” I grunted as he fucked me. “Right there, that’s it.”
His hands gripped my waist, and pulled me back ever so slightly as he pushed himself into me. As he pulled his hips back, he pushed me with his hands, making sure his cock slid right to the point of tickling my pussy lips.
He continued to fuck me in the same manner until my head was spinning and I was close to reaching my second back yard orgasm.
“You two coming in?”
I opened my eyes, recognizing the voice as Axton’s. Vince didn’t change his pace or slow his stroke, but kept fucking me as if nothing was going on. Although I really couldn’t hear our breathing, our skin touching, or his grunting, everything seemed to be amplified now, and I could hear everything.
“Where the fuck are you?”
Shit, he’s getting closer.
Vince’s cock continued to slide inside of me, slide out, and slide back in. The same pace, the same intensity, and the same great fucking feeling.
Fuck it.
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. The thought of Axton walking around looking for us was weird, but with my eyes closed, it really didn’t matter. Strangely, I felt comfort in not knowing where he was or what he was seeing, but while and Vince was fucking me, I imagined Axton standing behind the waterfall watching Vince fuck me.
And I liked it.
I clenched my eyes tight and focused on the feeling of his thick cock.
“Food’s ready.”
Yeah, so am I.
A few more strokes and I was done. My pussy began to clench around his cock and I felt him begin to swell inside of me. His rhythmic thrusting continued as his hands gripped my hips a little tighter, and I felt my muscles begin to tighten.
I lifted myself onto my tip-toes and held it for a second…
And relaxed.
The intensity of my orgasm was beyond anything I had ever experienced with Vince or alone. I felt as if my head exploded as he held his cock deep inside of me. For a few seconds of heightened hypersensitivity, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me.
Eventually, my climax lessened and I opened my eyes.
“Holy shit,” I whispered as I turned and glanced over my shoulder.
Vince slowly pulled his cock from inside of me and started to stroke it rapidly.
“What are you…”
He raised his left hand to his lips. “Shhh. Watch.”
With his jeans around his thighs and his wrinkled shirt dangling at the base of his cock, he jacked it like his life depended on it. Watching h
im stroke his cock was something I always wanted to see, and seeing it was quickly exceeding my expectations.
Within a few seconds his breathing increased and he leaned back onto his heels.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed.
And he began to erupt.
Cum spurted out of the tip of his cock, landing six feet away onto the concrete deck Another spurt, this time landing a few feet away, followed by a third, landing at his feet.
Holy fuck that’s hot.
He opened his eyes and grinned.
“You didn’t…” I whispered as I nodded my head toward his waist.
He shook his head. “I wanted you to see what you do to me.”
I tugged at the bottom of my dress, attempting to minimize the wrinkles and the soon to be asked questions.
“That was fucking hot,” I said.
He pulled up his jeans, buckled his belt, and did his best to make his shirt look neat.
“Come on before we get in trouble,” he said as he walked past me.
I glanced down at the puddles of cum on the concrete. “Uhhm, what about all that? Someone will slip and fall.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
I shrugged mine and followed him into the house.
Everyone was standing around the table talking.
“Glad you could make it,” Axton said.
“We were just taking a tour,” Vince said.
I grinned at Avery and immediately felt guilty, so I shifted my eyes to the table.
“Been talking to Otis?” Axton asked.
I glanced up. Axton’s eyes were fixed on Vince’s.
“Who’s Otis?” I asked.
Axton shifted his eyes toward me. “He’s one of the fellas. His Ol’ Lady’s got a flower garden and gazebo just like what’s out there. They sure like it.”
I nodded my head and grinned. Axton shifted his eyes back to Vince and smiled. “They use it a lot. I was just wondering if ol’ Vince here had been talking to Otis about it. Maybe getting a few pointers.”
Axton chuckled and turned to face me.
“So how you doing, Kid?” he asked.
“Good,” I said.
“I bet you are,” he said with a nod. “I bet you are.”
VINCE
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