by H. M. Montes
One evening Grandpa and I were watching TV sipping on a beer when he looked at me with tears in his eyes. “Cade I think I’m becoming too much of a burden on your Grandma, I think a retirement home is probably the safest place for me to be. Will you check into it for me?”
I stared at him for a few seconds, “I think you should discuss it with Grandma first, she won’t want to leave you there and be in this big house all alone.”
He nodded his head, “We’ll talk to her about it in the morning, I just don’t want to be one of the old people that goes to the grocery store and loses their vehicle again. I was so god damn scared.”
That was the first I had heard about something like that happening, maybe he was right. The thought of them living in a retirement home made my stomach turn. “I can just stay here and take care of you.”
He waved a hand and finished his beer, “Hell no boy, you need to find you a good woman to settle down with and start a family with.” He said with a smile. “You’re not getting any younger.”
I laughed, “I enjoy being single thank you very much.”
“Someday Cade it’s going to happen and you won’t be able to stop it. She’s going to consume your every thought, you’ll miss her when you leave for work, you’ll call her every chance you get. When you walk in the door and she wraps her arms around you, your heart is going to feel like it’s trying to jump out of your chest to be with hers.”
I sat there speechless for a few minutes, “I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing.” Then my thought drifted back to the hazel eyes of Sydney. The softness of her skin, the whisper of her voice in the darkness, and her innocent touch as she rubbed her hands across my chest.
“Well this old man needs to go to bed. See you in the morning boy.” Grandpa stood and started walking towards the front door.
“Grandpa where are you going?” I stood up quickly.
He turned around and looked at me with a confused look on his face, “Well,” he scratched his head and looked around the living room. “Did I say where I was going?”
My heart stuttered and my gut twisted, “Yeah, you said you were going to bed.”
He nodded his head and patted me on the back as he walked down the hallway to their bedroom. Rather than go upstairs to my room I chose to sleep on the couch in case he got up in the middle of the night and tried to wander out of the house. I laid there staring at the massive vaulted ceiling with the ceiling fan slowly spinning. Moving them to a retirement home was going to suck unless I could get Grandma to agree to let me help take care of them and possibly a nurse to come in and help when I wasn’t able to be here.
The following morning the smell of bacon cooking drifted into the living room, I scrubbed my face with my hands and sat up on the couch. Grandma was humming as she cooked and moved around the kitchen, I went into the bathroom brushed my teeth and relieved my bladder. When I walked into the kitchen Grandma smiled big, “You goofy boy why’d you sleep on the couch? Did you drink too much to make it up the stairs?” she said with a laugh and handed me a mug of coffee.
I took a sip and leaned against the counter, “He’s getting worse, last night he started for the front door when he said he was going to bed.” I told her.
She nodded her head, “I know, he had me take him to tour the retirement home here in town but took one look around and walked out. He said it smelled bad and the people didn’t seem too overly friendly.”
I told her about our conversation, “If you want I can take him to look at the one in Fresco. It’s new and as far as I can tell is pretty big.”
“Let’s discuss it with him over breakfast, if he wants to go we’ll make the trip.” She said and slid a plate full of eggs and bacon to me. Grandpa joined us about ten minutes later and hurried through his meal.
He agreed to go check out the place in Fresco, so we all got in their new Cadillac and made the drive there. Grandpa scanned the waiting area and looked at the old town pictures hanging on the wall showing how the town of Fresco has changed over the years. I walked behind the lead nurse and my grandparents as she showed them a room and all the amenities that they had available to them. A swimming pool fully staffed that was locked up and only available to be used with a key card from an employee, a weight room, a beauty salon, a small indoor track. Grandpa turned to the lady, “Sign me up!” he said with a big smile.
“Uh Gramps don’t you think we should talk about this?” I interrupted.
He waved his hand dismissing me, “Gram what do you think, do you think I’ll like it here?” he asked.
“Honey, I’m going to be right here with you. I’m not letting you come live here without me.” She smiled up at him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
“Sign us both up, when can we move in?” Grandpa said to the lady
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The following week they were both moved out of the house and into the retirement home. I was just finishing up sweeping the shop floor so I could pull my pickup in and change the oil, when my cell phone went off with a text.
I double checked the name on the display before I clicked on the text;
Sydney: WE WON NATIONALS #1 YAY!!!
Attached was a picture of the cheer squad with a huge trophy. Sydney was smiling big and holding one finger. Then I seen the long list of other numbers included in the recipients list, she had sent it out as a group message. I looked at the picture again then shoved the phone in my pocket and started walking for my pickup. When I pulled it into the shop my phone rang, Bryan was calling.
“Cade my man what are you up to? I haven’t heard from you in weeks.”
“Not much, been busy getting my grandparents moved to the retirement home in Fresco. Moving things around from different garages so I can set up shop to mechanic out of. How’s things been with you?” I asked.
“Man you should have called I would have helped you move them. Things are going good. Hey there’s a big party going on at the club next weekend since the squad won nationals. Why don’t you grace us with your presence next weekend?”
“Nah sorry, I’m swamped with some oil changes for a couple of people and still have to get things moved around the house.” There was no way in hell I was going to go to the club and see her again or him.
Bryan was silent for a few seconds, “She’s doing good, Theresa has told me she asked about you a few times. Did something happen between you two that I don’t know about?”
I laughed, “Nope, she seen me naked in the shower that night at the club house, that’s about it. What’s going on with you and Theresa?”
“Well until she’s out of college nothing much really. Only a few more months and they’ll be moving back and opening the dance and fitness studio in town. We talk and text quite a bit that’s about all there is going on.” He said with a laugh. “Anyways, let’s meet up at the bar tonight I could use a fat cheeseburger and some greasy fries and most definitely some cold beers too.”
“I’m going to change the oil in my pickup first then I’ll meet you in town.”
“See you later.” We ended the call.
After the oil was changed I went inside and showered. I text Bryan to let him know I was headed to the bar he said he would be there waiting.
It was a little busier than usual being a week night, I found Bryan sitting at the bar talking to a beautiful busty blonde working behind the bar. I sat down beside him, he introduced us, “Dickhead this is Belle, Belle this is Cade.”
“What can I get for you handsome?” She asked with a grin.
I ordered a Bud Light and stared at her ass when she turned towards the cooler. Bryan laughed from beside me and shook his head. “Dry spell?” he mumbled.
Belle put the beer on a coaster in front of me and winked before she went to help other customers. Bryan and I talked about things that had been going on at the club, he told me that Lucifer was really wanting me to patch over.
“I think I’m going to pass for a while
. I’m plenty busy doing the whole mechanic bit.”
“He has some jobs for you too, give him a call tomorrow.”
The beers flowed down good and the sexual tension between me and Belle was growing thicker. Bryan left to go use the restroom, Belle leaned across the bar and whispered, “I get off in an hour.”
“I bet I can get you off faster than that.” I replied and grinned.
She raised an eyebrow, “I’m sure you can.”
An hour later Bryan left, Belle stopped me “I’ll follow you to your place.”
I watched her headlights as I drove to the house. Once I pulled up in front of the house she pulled her black Wrangler Jeep up beside my pickup. When she got out she looked at me, “Time starts now.” We stumbled through the front door, and clothes started hitting the floor making a trail to the couch. Her hands fisted in my hair as I circled one nipple then the other and lightly pinched it with my teeth. “Jesus Cade.” She breathed out when her hand moved down my body and found my cock, thick hard and ready. Her eyes popped open when she felt the three barbells of my Jacobs ladder piercing. “That is fucking hot.” She said as she traced her tongue along my ear sending a shiver through my body. I picked her up and carried into my bedroom, her blonde hair fanned out against the pillow, her brown eyes sparkled with lust as she watched me climb over her. Kissing a trail down her body until I came to her pussy that was glistening with moisture. Using my thumbs I pulled her swollen, moist, pink pussy lips apart and went right for her clit. Her hips bucked up and she grabbed the headboard, “Fuck…oh god.” She chanted as I pushed two fingers inside of her and flicked my pierced tongue against her clit. “Cade…oh god.” Her back arched off the bed and her pussy muscles tightened as her orgasm grew closer. I reached over and grabbed a condom out of the night stand, ripped it open with my teeth, tossed the wrapper to the floor and rolled it down my aching cock.
“Ready?”
Her eyes were barely open and her breathing was coming out in quick pants, “Need it right now.”
I pushed the tip inside of her letting my piercings drag slowly across her sensitive entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist so I pushed as far inside of her as I could until I hit her cervix. I moaned when I felt her pussy muscles tense up. “Should I make you wait another fifteen?” I asked her. She couldn’t even talk, she shook her head no, grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and pressed me inside of her trying to get me deeper. “I’m hitting bottom.” I said with a chuckle when she whimpered.
“Feels fucking amazing…harder.”
I pulled out and slammed my cock inside of her and circled my hips, our mouths collided, tongue to tongue, teeth to teeth as I fucked her harder. When she raked her finger nails down my back that was my undoing, my balls tightened and my cock grew harder. Her pussy muscles tightned and her body spasmed as her orgasm exploded with me inside of her. Each twitch of my cock made her whimper and squeeze my biceps.
“Oh my fucking god.” She breathed out on a sigh.
I pulled out and went into the bathroom, pulled the condom off and washed myself up. I grabbed a wash cloth and ran warm water on in it. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I ?”
She cleaned herself then handed me the washrag so I tossed it into the hamper by the bathroom door. “I’m pretty sure my cervix is going to be bruised. You couldn’t even go in all the way, my god. You can make me orgasm by just kissing me.” She said with a blush.
I laughed, then awkward silence filled the room, “Do you um, want to stay or…”
She laughed, her beautiful bubbly laugh, “Do you want me to stay or do you want me to leave?”
“Totally up to you.” I smiled down at her.
“Well,” she held her hand out for me to lay down beside her, “I think I’d like to do that a few more times tonight.” That sealed the deal, she was staying the night.
“Stop yelling at me and chill out! I have no clue why you’re even mad!” I yelled at Ronnie.
“Then you’re fucking dumber than I thought Sydney, I mean I know you’re not the brightest crayon in the fucking box but seriously. Why would I be okay with you going out to fucking lunch with your ex-boyfriend?” He said with a laugh and shook his head. “Did he offer you a hot threesome with his boyfriend?”
I stood there speechless, “Fuck you.” I started to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back slamming my back against the wall.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me.”
“Leave me alone.” I said with a shaky voice.
After we got back from Nationals in Tulsa I noticed a change in Ronnie. His anger, jealousy, and abuse were starting to come back. He hadn’t hit me again, but the verbal abuse hurt just as much a physical hit from him. Over the last couple of months I was no longer his babe, I was his ‘bitch’, “stupid cunt’, ‘whore’, the list was endless.
“What is wrong with you, you’ve been like this ever since we got back from my parents’ house the weekend of the party.”
“God you’re so fucking stupid,” he shook his head then pinned me with another glare, “You’re dear old daddy refuses to let me in the MC because my bike isn’t American made. I can tell by his tone that he still doesn’t like me.”
I shook my head and tried not to laugh, “It’s a rule that almost every single MC has, there are clubs just for the bikes like yours. You’re pissed about that?”
I didn’t even see it coming, he slapped me so hard I lost my balance and fell to the floor at his feet. He knelt down beside me, “Not just that you bitch, my slut girlfriend went out with her ex-boyfriend for lunch when she was out of town. What else do you do when I’m not around Syd?”
My cheek was on fire and my heart was breaking—again. I stood up and started to back away from him, with tears streaming down my face and a sick feeling in my stomach. I had to leave or it would only get worse. “I…I need to go.” I turned to get my purse but Ronnie softly put his hand on mine.
“I’m sorry, fuck Syd. Don’t go.” His voice was deep and gravely. He turned me to face him, with his forehead resting against mine he took in a shuddering breath and lowered his lips to mine. “So sorry, please don’t leave me.”
A sob left me, “I can’t stay this is too hard. I can’t I just can’t.” I shook with each word.
Gently he cupped my face in his hands, “Don’t go, I’ll die without you in my life baby. I love you so much. I’m sorry, I ran out of meds the other day and thought I could get by without taking them. I’ll go in tomorrow and get more.”
I searched his eyes as he looked at me with pleading eyes. “You need to do something Ronnie I can’t go through this anymore.” I placed his hand over my heart, “You hurt me more inside here with the hurtful things you say.”
He closed his eyes and a single tear rolled down his cheek, then he lowered his mouth to mine. “I’m sorry, so sorry.” He whispered before he kissed me.
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Three weeks before graduation I went home with Ronnie to spend the weekend with his family. Their house was a large A-frame house with a large deck that wrapped all the way around it and a four car detached garage. His mom Anna was a petite woman with shoulder length reddish brown hair. “Oh sweetie I’m so glad you’re home for the weekend.” She hugged him and rubbed his back.
“Mom this is Sydney, Sydney my mom Anna.” I extended my hand to her but she insisted on hugging me. A short heavy set guy wearing a business suit came out of the house and joined us. “And this is my step dad Peter.” After we were introduced we all went inside where lunch was just being served by the housekeeper. Jesus they have housekeepers? I said to myself. The inside of the house was even more amazing than the outside. It had white grey granite counter tops, dark wood cabinets with frosted glass back lit panels in the middle of the doors. In the dining room was a massive wooden table that looked like it was sliced directly from a hundred year old tree. The grains swirled through out it, the finish made it sparkle because of the huge chandelier hanging high from
the vaulted ceiling.
Ronnie pulled gray soft padded chair out for me and sat down beside me. Peter did the same for Anna then sat down.
“So, Ronnie says you’re moving back to your hometown after you graduate?” His mom asked me and smiled softly.
“Yes, I’m trying to find a building to open a fitness dance studio in.”
“That’s great, he sent us the video from YouTube of some of your cheer performances. Very stunning and talented group that’s for sure.”
The housekeeper brought a large steaming bowl of soup in and dished it into the bowls on the table. We ate that in comfortable silence, every so often Ronnie would give my knee a gentle squeeze and wink when I glanced at him out the corner of my eye. The soup was a lamb celery that had so much flavor I could have easily had a second helping but his mom told me the main course would be served shortly. His step dad Peter excused himself to take a call on his cell phone, about ten minutes later he apologized as he sat down.
“What does your family do Sydney?” he asked with a soft smile.
“My mom helps my dad at the motorcycle shop, he builds custom motorcycles, does custom paint jobs on them too. He’s had four on the cover of Cycle World.” I smiled proudly.
