by Cee Bowerman
“They are so young; they’d probably just roll with it. They’re used to wild and crazy, between my Mom and siblings. They handle change pretty well for little kids. They can sleep anywhere, with any noise around them. They are all three pretty laid back in attitude, but that’s all that’s laid back about them. If there’s something to climb, they’re on it. If there’s something to make a mess with, they’re in it.”
“That’s a boy thing. Just a general kid thing, I guess. Jenna was that way when she was small too.”
“I’ve learned to roll with things too. I try and teach them stuff to keep them safe. My mom is planning to get a pool, so I have taken the boys to the gym for swim classes for the last six months. Not surprisingly, they are all three little fish. Even the baby swims without floaties. They all three love the water and would stay in it day and night if they could.”
“Will you bring them over to play in the pool sometime?”
“You know, I will. They mentioned that they want a pool and a puppy when they come home. My brother has both of those things, and he’s the coolest guy in the universe, apparently. Maybe if I let them play in your pool sometimes, they won’t nag me too much about getting one of our own.”
I made a mental note to get in touch with Kale’s friend who had a rescue and trained large dogs. It looked like I might be getting a puppy soon, luckily, I already had a pool. It was hard not to smile when I realized that if I voiced those thoughts aloud, Summer would run away on her high heels, never to be seen again.
Once we were finished with our food, I paid the bill and left some cash for the tip. I took Summer’s hand and led her outside, turning towards a nearby park rather than straight to my truck.
“What kind of car do you drive?” I asked her. “And is it still with Drea? I didn’t see it at your house. Have you even talked to her?”
“I’ve talked to her. She is going to have her friend Jace pick her up from my place sometime this evening when she drops it off. I let Clem know that they would be stopping by. The car she has is my brother’s old car. Mom and I have kept it as a spare, just in case something happens to one of ours. She has my SUV with all the kids down at my brother’s right now. Her car is in the shop. She has a friend she used to work with that gave her the information on some mechanic shop she could trust. Duke something. Duke’s Garage.”
“That’s Sam’s garage.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it is. His Dad started it years ago and Sam took over when he died just a couple of years back. And, yes, your Mom can trust them.”
“That’s good to know!”
“When are they coming back?”
“She didn’t say, so I’m going to assume in a week. She’ll let me know if it’s before then. Do you think her house guest will still be there in a week?”
“I’ll make sure he’s not.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“I thought we’d walk off the fajitas and head over there to that truck for a snow cone.”
“I think you’re taking me on a date, Mr. Bird.”
“I am, Ms. Summer. That okay with you?”
I turned in his arms and gave him a kiss to let him know that was perfectly okay with me. As we walked around the park, I noticed that there were three men on the other side. They were standing around talking, and when a car pulled up one of the men walked over to it and bent down to speak to the driver. Within just a few seconds, the car was pulling away and the man went back up onto the sidewalk.
I noticed that Bird was watching them too, and then he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He put it up to his ear and I could hear it ringing. After a few rings, a man’s voice answered, and Bird told him about the men in the park. His final words to the man he was speaking to, rather than goodbye, were ‘take care of it.’
That sounded ominous, but I resisted the urge to pry.
We made it across the park and stood in the short line to get a snow cone. Bird led me over to a picnic table in the middle of the park and we talked while we ate our treat, his eyes straying to the men on the other side of the park occasionally.
After a few minutes, I heard one of the men yell. I spun around to look and saw a large man in a white t-shirt pushing two of the men toward a white van. There was another smaller man, pushing the third guy into the van before he stepped in behind them. The van drove off and I turned back to Bird.
He didn’t say anything, but I had to ask. “What just happened?”
“Those guys were dealing drugs, babe.”
“Oh. So, what just happened?”
“It looks to me like the men in the van are going to talk to those gentlemen and show them the error of their ways. Hopefully convince them to give up a life of crime and stop pushing drugs in this town.”
“Is that how the thing happened? The thing with Mom’s house guest?”
Bird stared at me and put another bite of his snow cone in his mouth.
“Remember we talked about how there are some things I wouldn’t tell you?”
“Yes.”
“This is one of those things, Sunshine.”
I looked down at my snow cone. This was what he was talking about this morning. I could put two and two together to realize that he had called those men and told them to take care of the problem at the park. Within minutes, there were three men to do his bidding. One man driving and the other two to convince the dealers to get into a stranger's car.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Not the threat to the drug dealers. That I didn’t have a problem with. The fact that Bird could make one phone call and have three men jump to do his bidding. That kind of shocked me.
“So, how many men are in your club?”
“Counting my brothers and Smokey, there are sixteen.”
“Your stepdad is one of the members?”
“He’s my Dad, babe. And, yes. He founded the club, along with Grunt and a few other guys. He was the President until he gave it up a few years ago and I was voted in to replace him.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize. So, your Mom, she has been happily married to a biker for twenty-five years?”
“Very happily.”
“And she’s used to him not telling her everything?”
“She is.”
“Could she give me lessons in how to handle that?” I blushed when I said that. If I could have pulled the words out of the air and back into my mouth, I would have. I just told him I wanted to meet his parents. It was a little soon for that, but then again, I was planning on letting him meet my sons.
“She could. Mama is a little prickly, but she loves with everything she’s got once you’re in there. She’s a great woman.”
“She sounds like it. She raised some wonderful sons. I’d like to think I’ll raise strong men like you and your brothers.”
“You will, baby. I’m sure you will.”
“I know we talked about the biting thing. And the butt.” His eyes snapped up to mine when I mentioned it. “Do you think we could head home and get to that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
~*~
Bird and I had been making out for what seemed like hours, and finally his hands were on me. I had already had an orgasm from his mouth on my clit and I sucked him all the way into my throat. Once I was finished and I had swallowed everything he gave me and licked him clean, we started all over again.
He paid so much attention to my breasts, that I almost came again without his hands any lower than my belly button. He flipped me over to my stomach and trailed kisses down my spine. His mouth left me, and I felt him gently bite my ass cheek, first on one side and then the other. I giggled as he licked the spots he had bitten.
“I know now that if I tell you to bite my ass, you’ll follow through with it.”
“Hell yeah, I will, Sunshine. Every time.”
His hands moved my thighs apart and his fingers entered my pussy from behind. I felt his thumb at my ass as his fingers pushed into me. I felt his body move a
nd then heard a pop as he opened a bottle, I assumed it was lube.
“You sure about this, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.”
“Yeah.” He drizzled the cold gel down the crack of my ass, and I felt him moving his thumb through the liquid right before he pushed the tip of it into my hole. He stopped moving his thumb and waited until I relaxed a little. Once he had kissed me up and down my spine, driving me crazy with a finger on my clit, he pushed his thumb even farther inside me, wiggling it as he went in.
“I’m just going to help stretch you out, so it doesn’t hurt, babe.”
“Mmmkay.” Right now, nothing hurt. Everything he was doing to me felt divine. “I like it.”
“I’m glad.”
He pulled his thumb out and exchanged it for two fingers. I felt him move them inside me, reaching deeper than his thumb had. He made a scissoring motion with his fingers that caused me to gasp.
“You like?”
“Yeah.” I whispered, lost in the new sensation. I felt him moving up my body and then his mouth was on the back of my neck. He straddled my legs, keeping my thighs between his. He pushed his arm down in the bed beside me and I felt his fingers leave me. I moaned at the loss.
I heard the crinkle of the condom and then felt him moving closer to my ass cheeks as he put it on. The bottle cap popped again, and I assumed he was covering the condom in the lubricant to ease his way inside me.
“You tell me if you don’t like it, honey.”
I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance as he slowly pushed the head inside me. I gasped and forced my muscles to relax at the invasion. He slowly pushed in, pausing when my muscles resisted. Before long, he was deep inside me and I felt the burn as I stretched to accommodate him.
“I like it. It’s so full.”
“God, you’re so tight. Reach down and touch your clit, baby. I’m not gonna last.”
I moved my hand down between my stomach and the mattress, inching my way to my clit. Once I found it and started to move, I gasped as he pulled out of me just a little bit and then pushed back in. The sensation was foreign, but I realized that I really liked it.
I arched my ass up to take more of him as I started to rub myself frantically. I put two of my fingers inside my wetness as I pushed my clit with the palm of my hand.
“Oh, God. That’s good.”
Bird was moving in and out of me steadily now, his breathing fast and labored. Occasionally when I would roll my hips, I could hear him grunt or groan. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
Within just a minute, I was on the verge of an orgasm. From Bird’s frantic movements, I could tell that he was feeling the same urge. I ground my palm into my clit one last time and felt the inside of my pussy squeeze my fingers as Bird twitched deep inside my ass. He moaned, loud and low as I screamed into the pillow.
When his spasms stopped, he slowly pulled out of me and leaned down to drop a kiss between my shoulder blades. I felt him leave the bed and within just a few seconds I heard the water come on in the bathroom. He walked back into the bedroom and put one knee on the side of the bed. He used the warm washcloth to wash my fingers and my hand before he nudged my thighs apart to wash me intimately.
I wasn’t embarrassed or shy at all, which surprised me. I had never had the urge to try anal sex until I felt him enter me just a little bit the day before.
I felt him walk back to the bathroom then come crawl into the bed beside me. I rolled to my side, surprised that I didn’t feel sore or have any pain at all. Bird pushed his arm up under my pillow and fit himself behind me. The sparse hair on his chest tickling my back for a second.
I was warm and sated, ready for sleep as he kissed me on the back of the neck.
“Thank you for giving me that, baby. You okay?”
“I’m all sorts of okay, Bird. Sleep now.”
He chuckled and I felt the rumble through his chest at my back. He put one more kiss on my shoulder blade as I drifted off to sleep.
8.
“It’s a good thing thought bubbles don’t appear over my head when I’m quiet. If they did, every one of you would know how much of a dumb ass I think you are.”
Drea’s comment to all four of the Forrester brothers
BIRD
I called out to Summer that I was headed downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring. She was in the bathroom fixing her hair after our shower. She and I had slept in until almost noon again today, probably because we had awakened more than once in the night to have sex, one of those times followed by a long bubble bath.
The doorbell rang again as I hit the bottom step and I grumbled as I hurried around the couch.
“Hold your fucking horses.”
I couldn’t imagine who was here, the Prospects only came over by invitation, and my brothers and family all walked through the side door at will.
I reached up and unlatched the bolt before I turned the handle and pulled the door open.
I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful black woman, her hair in braids that came down in a large cluster over her shoulder. A quick look showed that she was wearing a power suit and sensible heels. She was carrying a briefcase in one hand and a baby carrier in the other.
Behind her was a sour faced older woman with steel gray hair pulled back into a bun. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen her before. Her dark green eyes shot daggers at me when I looked her way.
I stared down at the baby carrier in the woman’s hand but couldn’t see under the cover that was popped up over it to block the sun.
“Hello, can I help you?”
“Are you Mr. Forrester?” The woman with the baby asked me. I felt a little uneasy as she glanced down into the carrier and then back at me.
“I’m one of them. Which one do you need?”
“Mr. Bird Forrester. Is that you?”
“It is.” I glanced back at the older woman and she squinted her eyes at me.
“My name is Donna Cherry. I work for The Texas Department of Child and Family Services.”
“Okay.” I felt my eyebrows come together. I glanced down at the baby carrier and felt my stomach clench. “What can I do for you?”
“May we come in?”
I stepped back and held the door open for the ladies and motioned with my hand to the couch in the center of the room. The women walked past me, the CFS worker’s eyes instantly taking in her surroundings. The older woman stood in front of me for a second, and it seemed like she was resisting the urge to reach up and slap me.
I instantly disliked her and had the urge to introduce her to my Mom. That would be a great show.
Ms. Cherry stepped down into the living area and sat the baby carrier on the floor by her feet. She propped her briefcase on the table and turned to look at me as I walked up beside her.
“Do you know a woman named Laura Reynolds, Mr. Forrester?”
“Call me Bird. Yes, I know Laura. Why?”
“Have you talked to her recently?”
“No. We got into an argument and she told me she didn’t want to have anything to do with me almost a year ago.”
“And you haven’t had any contact with her since then?”
“What the fuck is going on, Ms. Cherry?”
I heard the gray-haired lady gasp behind me and then start to speak. Ms. Cherry put her hand up in front of the woman and shot her a look.
“Ms. Reynolds was in an accident two weeks ago, Mr. Forrester. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it. Her daughter was at a friend’s house at the time of her accident, so luckily she wasn’t in any danger.” Ms. Cherry and I both looked down at the carrier when the baby inside made a noise.
“Her daughter?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes, Mr. Forrester. Her daughter is three months old. She was born on March fifth of this year. You are listed on the birth certificate as the baby’s father. You are also listed in the will as the conservator and the baby’s legal gu
ardian.”
“A baby? She had a baby on my birthday?” I dropped down into the chair behind me and put my head in my hands. Laura had a baby, and now she was dead. She had my baby? Why didn’t she call me? Why hadn’t she told me she was pregnant? What was I going to do? My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears.
