Booze O'clock

by Bijou Hunter

  “So, better than Pam then?”

  “So much better. She didn’t find me funny at all.”

  “The stupid witch,” I hiss, and Chipper laughs. “I bet she didn’t even put out either.”

  “Oh, Pam wanted a piece of the Chipper, but I think she had some vaginal issues. Anyway, that never panned out, which I’m sure her husband was happy about.”

  Now I’m laughing too. “So you would have slept with her if she weren’t vaginally defective?”

  “No. Cheating is wrong, Tatum. How can you not know that?”

  His fake serious expression makes me laugh harder. “You’re so full of caca.”

  “I will get you to talk like a drunken sailor if it’s the last thing I do.”

  “Well, good luck with that.”

  Arriving home, Chipper pulls into the garage, and we head inside. I walk straight to the couch to pet Muffin Top. The cat barely moves, though she does purr approvingly.

  “I don’t think Camel Toe will ever warm up to me,” I say, still caressing Muffin Top.

  “That might be for the best. Since she fell desperately in love with me, she won’t let me take a shit in peace.”

  I snicker at how the cat climbs all over him whenever he goes to the bathroom. “Yeah, I’m perfectly okay without company during toilet time.”

  Chipper walks into the kitchen where he makes a racket in the fridge. I’m about to join him when I catch sight of my mother’s smiling face hanging on the wall. Breath catching, I hurry toward the front entry where I find this photo along with a dozen others mixed with Chipper’s family pictures.

  My fingers caress the smiling image of my mom. She was so beautiful and kind and funny and perfect in a million ways.

  “You did this for me,” I whisper when Chipper joins me.

  “I love you, and you love her, and this is our home. She needs to be here too.”

  “Our children will grow up knowing her,” I say, wiping my wet eyes. “We’ll keep her alive because she brought you and me together. I believe in my heart that she was the reason you found me at the bar that night and kept me from ruining my life.”

  “Me too,” he murmurs and kisses my head. “I almost canceled my meeting with Camden that night. If I had, our lives would have gone in completely different and shittier ways.”

  “No,” I say, now smiling. “We would have found each other in another way. My mom knows I belong with you, and she would have led me to you.”

  “Your mom is my hero.”

  Hugging him, I smile wider. “You picked a lot of great photos. Who hung them?”

  “Cricket and Bianca Bella.”

  “That explains why they’re crooked.”

  Chipper laughs. “They also hung them all really low. I’m guessing they couldn’t find the step stool.”

  Laughing too, I shouldn’t be surprised Chipper did this for me. He always makes certain I’m comfortable, even when he makes me uncomfortable like he did earlier with Ruby. Imagining him planning with Cricket and Bianca Bella makes me feel extra special. I’m a part of their family.

  “I want to reward you with my mouth,” I say, pushing him toward the couch. “No lockjaw this time.”

  Chipper grins. “Why don’t we eat dinner first.”

  I stop and cross my arms. “You’d rather eat than get pleasured?”

  “No, but I don’t want a quickie, and you need a decent meal to keep your energy up while we’re pleasuring each other.”

  “The best oral sex is quickie oral sex,” I say, quoting Cricket. “I don’t need energy for a lickety-split blowjob.”

  “Okay, first of all, when you say ‘lickety-split,’ you sound like my mom. Secondly, get on your knees and suck me dry, Breezy.”

  “Umm, dry?”

  “Or give it a lick and lose interest. I don’t really care. I’m looking forward to spending the evening naked. Pants are overrated.”

  Grinning, I gently push his chest, and he sits down. Kneeling in front of him, I want to make Chipper feel great in the same way he does me. I lick my lips, embracing my sexy side. My hands slide down his pants and then his boxers. Freeing his penis, I lose a bit of my sexy vibe.

  “I always forget how big it is.”

  “Do you want your sandwich now?” he asks and throws his head back to laugh.

  “No, I can do this.”

  “My mom nearly died the first time she blew Hayes. True story.”

  I cock an eyebrow and ask, “And you know that how?”

  “My mother loses her filter when Mistress Booze takes over.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Now hush while I do this.”

  “Take your time. We don’t have plans until tomorrow night at Bonn’s.”

  Rolling my eyes, I seriously doubt I’ll need twenty-four hours to successfully suck off Chipper’s chopper.

  I know how a blowjob works. I’ve seen videos. This shouldn’t be so difficult, but a few minutes of sucking wear me out and leave me feeling like a loser. Why can’t I make Chipper feel even half as good as he does me?

  “Lick the sensitive flesh right here,” he murmurs and runs his index finger along the under part of his penis. “Slide your tongue along this spot, and you’ll drive me mad.”

  Following his directions, I graze my tongue along the slick flesh and watch Chipper shiver immediately. Emboldened by his reaction, I lick him again and then again.

  “Use your nails against my balls,” he moans. “Very gently tease them.”

  I use my free hand to graze his testicles while my tongue continues to taste his penis. The noises coming out of Chipper encourage me, along with a shiny bead of cum on its head. I lick away the drop quickly and smile at how Chipper shivers again.

  “Let me see your tits,” he demands and tugs off my shirt. “I want to touch your nipples.”

  Tugging free of my bra, I stroke Chipper’s penis as his hands cup my breasts and frantically squeeze my nipples. Now he isn’t the only one moaning.

  “Suck on the head,” he groans, stealing his penis from me.

  “I can do that,” I say when he strokes his chopper roughly.

  “No, suck the head. Trust me. I’m a pro at getting myself off.”

  Obeying him, I suck the fat head of his penis. I wish I could command it the way he needs, but I only have two hands and one mouth and zero experience. I do get the idea to caress my breasts against his thighs. Stroking my nipples on his hot flesh, I moan against the thick mushroom cap in my mouth.

  “You’re so sexy,” he groans, stroking himself closer to an orgasm.

  Feeling frisky, I pop his chopper free from my mouth and slide my hard right nipple along the slit of his penis.

  “Oh, shit,” he moans between gritted teeth.

  My breasts squeeze his penis, working the head while his hand fists the base. A spray of cum splashes against my left breast. Encouraged, I feel in control until Chipper’s free fingers find my right nipple and pinches it.

  “Oh, shit,” I moan, sounding like him. “Don’t make me so wet.”

  “I’m planning to eat out your pussy soon. I want you dripping for me.”

  Leaning his head back, Chipper lets out a deep groan and comes on my chest. I bob up and down wanting his penis to drench me in cum. Every drop is a sign of accomplishment. I made him feel amazing. I’m the reason his eyes clench shut, and his lips curl into a pleasured smile. Chipper’s body craves me as much as mine craves his.

  “You are amazing,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and gasp when his fingers return to my nipples. He knows how to make me squirm every time. I doubt I’ll ever get us on an even footing sex-wise. If Chipper always fucks me better than I fuck him, that’s just an injustice I’ll have to live with.

  CHIPPER

  Each evening, Tatum transfers a few pieces of her clothes into my room. After she successfully sucks me off—and I make her very loudly come as a thank you—she moves her last few belonging
s from the guest room into the master. The photos of her mother make this house into Tatum’s home.

  “We should have eaten first,” she says after we collapse on the couch. “Have you noticed we have sex more on the couch than anywhere else?”

  I rest my head on the other end of the couch and play with her left foot on my chest. “Oh, I’m certain we’ve fucked more in the bed. What we need to do is get busy in the kitchen. I’m thinking you on your back, spread eagle on the kitchen island with your left leg pointing upward while I nail you from my spot on the step stool.”

  “That sounds awful.”

  “For you, sure, but I’ll be on a step stool, Tatum. Gotta keep these things in mind.”

  “I hadn’t thought about that. Step stools are on my bucket list.”

  “That’s why I love you.”

  Tatum closes her eyes and hums for nearly a minute. “I’m nervous about meeting Bonn.”

  “He used to be a stripper.”

  Opening her eyes, she stares at me. “Why do you always tell me that?”

  “Because how scary can a male stripper really be?” I say and then add, “Well, that’s assuming you’re not banging him. I’d think male strippers might be riddled with diseases.”

  “But he’s not a stripper now.”

  “No, he’s not. Still, he was, and Howler would never strip to support his family. See how they’re different kinds of men?”

  “Yeah, I see,” she whispers and smiles. “Would you strip to support your family?”

  “Sure, and I’d make a shit ton with this body,” I say, gesturing at all my sexiness.

  Tatum grins approvingly. “And our children would be so proud of you.”

  “I want a little Tatum so fucking bad that I feel I ought to fuck you every hour to ensure you’re always full of my baby seed.”

  “Okay,” she says, and I laugh at her casual acceptance of THE sex now.

  “Tomorrow, don’t be afraid of Bonn. He’s a simple man. Not a monster. Not a Howler. He loves his wife and kids and barbecue. I think he might also like sports, but I wasn’t really paying attention when I used to hang out there. This might be difficult for you to believe but I was a pretty selfish teenager.”

  “No farting way.”

  I hold Tatum’s gaze for as long as possible. She refuses to cuss because she’s a stubborn bitch. I love this quality despite her refusal to cuss. We’ve accepted our current standoff, but I still think I’ll turn her into a trash-talking trucker eventually.

  “Dang it,” Tatum says the next day as we walk to Bonn’s front door.

  “Fucking shit would sound better,” I mutter. “More intimidating.”

  “I nearly dropped my phone, so who am I trying to intimidate?”

  “Me, Breezy. Gotta keep your man on his toes.”

  Snickering, she gives my ass a quick slap and then looks shocked by how she touched my butt in public. She’s such a wild harlot!

  I knock on the door, and Bonn again answers immediately. Ignoring me, his gaze focuses on Tatum. “Wow, you don’t look anything like Howler. It’s amazing how you didn’t take after him at all.”

  Tatum smiles at the compliment. “I looked at an old photo of him until I’d memorized his every feature, and I feel safe to say you must take after your mother too.”

  “We got lucky,” Bonn says, sharing her smile.

  I rest my hand on Tatum’s shoulder and sigh. “Say what you want about Howler’s loser personality, but he sure knocked up some fine fucking women.”

  Bonn exhales loudly. “You always have to say shit like that.”

  “Sorry, Dad. Now can we come inside because it’s fucking cold out here.”

  Stepping back, Bonn gestures for us to enter. Tatum surprises me by walking in front of me and into the house. She does glance back to make sure I’m following.

  The holiday spirit is strong in the Fletcher home. Garland hangs from the door. Poinsettias decorate the fireplace. Tinsel drapes the doorways. I’m surprised they don’t have their Christmas tree up a month and a half early.

  “Tatum, we’re glad you’re here,” Ruby says, appearing from the kitchen with her nearly eighteen-year-old son close behind.

  “What about me?” I ask and hand her the bags of food. “Hey, Adric.”

  “Hey,” the skinny teenager mumbles, shier than any kid his age ought to be.

  Tatum and Ruby take the food to the kitchen while Adric lingers in the doorway. He keeps an eye on the women and also Bonn and me.

  “Has Howler bothered her at all?”

  “Why would he?”

  “I guess he wouldn’t.”

  “Does he ever hassle you?”

  “Of course not. Though,” Bonn pauses to glance back at the kitchen before continuing, “he did show up at my office a few years ago to chat about my kids.”

  “Why?”

  “I asked him what the fuck he wanted, and Howler just said he was curious about me. I told him I was about three decades past giving a shit, and he needed to get out of Common Bend. He told me to fuck off and left. That was the last I heard from him.”

  “Old people are very odd.”

  “He doesn’t run the club. Camden and Dayton have no interest in his feedback. He doesn’t do anything besides sleep with young women and drink too much. His sisters wrote him off. I think he realized his life was pointless, so why not pretend he gives a shit about his kids and grandkids? It was pitiful.”

  “Well, he better keep his interest far away from Tatum. I don’t want to have to kill him and force the Rutgers boys to pretend they give a shit about a dead uncle.”

  “It would be very unfortunate for Howler to go out in a way that causes problems between the towns. On the other hand, that would so fucking be his way of dying. Not pathetic and alone, but going out in a messy way that leads to the Brotherhood making an issue with your family.”

  “Don’t you worry. I have someone to take the fall if I need to kill Howler.”

  “It’s not someone I know, is it?”

  “Like I’m going to tell you that.”

  “I thought we were on the same side.”

  “We are, but I’m a private man.”

  Bonn shoots me a dirty look and walks into the kitchen. I’m left alone with Adric still lingering halfway between the rooms.

  “Do you graduate next year?” I ask him.

  Nodding, Adric stares at where his parents whisper with Tatum. I inch closer to hear what they’re saying, and I’m fucking glad I do.

  “You have options,” Ruby says to Tatum. “We have space here. We could also find you an apartment to stay at.”

  “I have a place to stay.”

  “Relying on someone as much as you do Chipper might not be healthy.”

  “Because I live with him and work for him and have the sex with him?”

  “When my mom passed, I was a married man with two kids. It still messed me up for a while. Making decisions when you’re grieving isn’t smart.”

  “But you don’t know me. I could be an awful person, and you want me to stay in your house with your child. What if I’m a drug addict or thief?”

  “You’re not, though.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Chipper would have said something. He has no filter.”

  “No, he doesn’t,” Tatum says, and I catch her smiling. “Chipper is special, and my mother led me to him. She didn’t have good taste when it came to Howler, but she chose perfectly for me with Chipper.”

  “I thought your mom died before...” Bonn whispers before Ruby gently stops him.

  Ruby holds Bonn’s hand and smiles. “Her spirit brought them together.”

  “Like fate?”

  “Like how we were meant to be together,” Ruby says and opens a cabinet for plates. “Tatum knows what she needs.”

  Bonn sighs softly before nodding. “But you know you always have a safe place here if you need it.”

  “Thank you,” Tatum says and hugs her half
brother. “Chipper told me you were a good man.”

  “Damn, woman,” I mutter, entering the room. “Don’t sell me out that way.”

  “Good man, huh?” Bonn says, smirking. “I knew I had you wrapped around my little finger.”

  “Fuck off, old man.”

  “It’s okay, boy. I think you’re a good man too.”

  Rolling my eyes, I feel as if I’m a kid again, and I’m here to have a playdate. Ruby laughs at my expression while Bonn keeps smirking. I ignore them and hug Tatum. Adric decides we’re all friendly enough that he can share a room with us. I think to torment him for being an annoying teenager in the way I do Cap, but I sense this moody adolescent will react with tears rather than cussing insults.

  So I mind my P’s and Q’s at the Fletcher house, allowing Tatum to get to know her family. She doesn’t need me to save her tonight. No, she’s a hundred percent certain how her life ought to play out, and no one—not even well-meaning types—will sway her from the future awaiting us.

  13—TATUM

  Chipper never revealed his surprise or gift from the day he unexpectedly ditched me at Cricket’s. I hadn’t cared since Bianca Bella’s comforting words changed my perspective. That was the only gift I needed.

  Now, though, Chipper is ditching me again. This time, he drives me to his parents’ massive contemporary-style home hidden behind a massive security fence. The house fits Hayes’s bunker-like office. With ceilings tall enough for his and Cap’s giant bodies to fit comfortably, it’s a great house, but I still don’t want to be ditched here.

  “I need to have a night out,” Chipper says once we’re inside and he’s inching toward the door alone.

  “Why?”

  “You’re getting on my nerves, and I need time away.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I know he’s lying. Earlier today, he asked me to pee with the door open so he could keep talking to me. “I can’t get enough of you, Breezy,” he said then. So, no, I’m not buying his excuse for leaving.

  “Tell me why?”

  Chipper only smiles and takes another step for the door.

  “Why can’t I stay at Cricket’s house??” I whisper.

  Chipper doesn’t answer immediately, and I suspect he hadn’t prepared a lie for this question. Finally, he says, “She and I are going to a strip club. Incest might ensue.”