Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  “Got you something,” he said proudly as he motioned for me to open my gift.

  I didn’t hesitate. I rushed over to the box, and when I pulled the lid back, the most adorable brown and black German Sheppard in the world jumped up to greet me. “A puppy! I can’t believe you bought us a dog!”

  “I figured we’ll need another set of eyes on you and the kids,” he said with a smile.

  “Kids?”

  “I didn’t stutter, Baby.”

  “Well, I can’t wait to fill this house with our children,” I replied as I took the puppy in my arms. “But Charlie here will be a great start.”

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  NEEDING US

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  My fingers tap against the steering wheel as I wait for Zane to get out of preschool. They don’t get out for another thirty minutes but I couldn’t sit around the house any longer. Today is his first day in pre-school and I’ve been more than worried he’s not having a good day. I watched the phone all morning, silently hoping they’d call me cause Zane needed his mommy. But it never did ring, I even turned it on to make sure it was working once.

  I catch myself in the rearview mirror, and notice bags under my green eyes, and my dark hair seems dull and flat. Sighing I look away, these last few days have been tough. With Shadow gone, and Zane starting school I feel like the men in my life are moving forward, that they don’t need me anymore. Hell, Zane is already trying to dress himself, and do his hair. I am afraid Zane will be asking me to drop him off around the block next, and Shadow will learn to go without fucking me into a complete daze every day.

  A little snore catches my attention in the back seat, turning I see Delilah my youngest asleep in her car seat. Her dark curls sticking everywhere, and her little chubby cheeks flushed from the heat. Her head is hung over and slobber dripping from her lips. I smile, she looks just like Shadow, hell both of my kids look like their daddy.

  “I am happy to set it up!”

  Turning my head away from Delilah I see a tall women waving at the principle. The lady has her blond hair pulled up on top of her head, black slacks and a white shirt tucked in. Oh god, is that where my life is headed? PTA, and clothes that look like I’m attending a funeral.

  I narrow my eyes, and roll down my window when she walks toward my car. “Hi, I am Heather Sims, Josh’s mom,” she darts her hand out to shake through the window, her nails completely dolled up.

  “I’m Dani Kingsman, Zane’s mom,” I respond shaking her hand. Her red lips frown. “I don’t think I have heard of Kingsman.”

  “Yeah, we try to keep to ourselves, “ I mutter, looking down at my hands. We keep to ourselves because we’re unpredictable.

  “Well, don’t be a stranger. We are holding a bake sale next weekend, I would love for you to come hang out with me and the girls.” I pinch my lips together to hold my laughter in, she obviously has no idea who I am or she wouldn’t be asking me to assist her in a bake sale.

  “Yeah, maybe,” I half smile.

  “I could use some help, and you look like you’re up for the job.” She eyes my car which is a newer Murano, telling me she is one materialistic, snotty bitch. “I tell ya, this town is just full of trashy people.” My eyes widen at her forwardness. Her eyes glance toward the school where the kids start to line out.

  “Oh, well I better go. It was nice meeting you Donnie, I—“

  “It’s Dani,” I interrupt. She gives a tight lipped smile, her eyes shining with surprise that I corrected. She arches a perfect brow before walking away, her red high heels clicking against the cement. I don’t like her. She obviously has a silver spoon up her ass, and knows nothing about struggling in life. If that is what normal is, what I am supposed to be as a mother, I will surely fail.

  The back passenger door opens, catching my attention and Mrs. Smithers helps Zane into his car seat.

  “Hi there, he had a wonderful day at school,” she laughs. Zane is nothing but smiles as she helps Mrs. Smithers buckle him in. His dark hair is not combed back anymore, and is mess, his blue shirt has dirty finger prints on it everywhere. He looks like he had fun today. “I look forward to seeing you on Monday, Zane.” He gives her a big smile, his cheeks turning red.

  Pulling away from the school I pass Heather climbing into her black brand new Hummer. She gives a wave, her smile as fake as her tits. I can’t help it, I pull my hand up and flip her off. Her mouth pops open with disbelief and I smile with satisfaction. If she knew who I was, she wouldn’t be so cheery and inviting I bet money.

  My husband is the vice president of the Devil’s Dust motorcycle club, and my father is the president. To say I have outlaw and danger running through my veins is an understatement. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to sit beside a school with other moms that just got their lawn redone, and sell cookies for their kids, gossiping about how much of a prick their husbands are. But honestly, I just don’t care about my yard that much, and I’d probably eat the cookies rather than sell them. I am not cut out for suburban living. I like to cause trouble, and I like my husband to fuck me every chance he gets. I don’t want to be a PTA parent, and wear stuffy clothes. I love my black boots, and ripped shorts.

  I couldn’t sell cookies on the corner with Heather. I am not trash, I am something much worse, a glint of darkness that would have her not only talking about me, but terrified. When someone crosses me, I don’t normally flip them off, I would grab her by the hair and slam their makeup covered faces into the hood of her car until her nose broke, the sound of it echoing against the metal of the car. Then I’d tear her extensions out. I wouldn’t feel bad about, in either, I would relish in it.

  I smile at the thought, the darkness that I am running in my veins. That is why Shadow and I are perfect for each other. He is just as dark as I am, actually, he’s darker. He used to be a hired killer, if someone needed to disappear, Shadow was the man they called. Taking another’s life was easy for Shadow, but it’s only easy because that sense of what is right and wrong is not programmed into his DNA like some. He calls me Firefly, the lightness to his dark world.

  “Mom?” Zane hollers for my attention.

  “Yeah?”

  “I stay at Addie’s?” Oh yeah, he’s supposed to stay with Jessica tonight. Jessica is one of my good friends, she is dating my husband’s best friend, Bobby. She knows the struggles of being an ol lady to a man of the Devil’s Dust. The men are gone for periods of time for runs, or club errands and, the danger the club can attract.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come home and hang out with me?” I ask, when Jessica and I set up this little arrangement I didn’t realize Shadow would be gone, and Zane would be starting school all at the same time.

  “Addie!” He yells excitedly. I inhale a large breath, I need to get a hold of my needy instincts.

  “Okay, I’m headed there now buddy.”

  I pull my phone and text Jessica that we’re headed her way.

  Jessica meets us at the front door, Addie jumping up and down in excitement as we pull up. Jessica’s blonde hair is let down, and she’s wearing gray sweats and a pink shirt. Even when she is dressed down she looks amazing.

  “Hey!” Jessica greets walking up to Zane’s side of the car.

  “Hey,” I smile.

  Zane nearly jumps out of his car seat he’s so excited, and runs toward Addie.

  “Love you!” I holler out the window.

  “First day of school is rough,” Jessica laughs, grabbing his overnight back from the back of the car. I packed it, but hoped he’d forget about going over there.

  “I didn’t realize how rough,” I grumble. “If he gets scared, or wants to come home, you’ll call?”

  Jessica smiles big and nods. “It gets easier I promise. Cherry is bringing Piper by later, he’ll have a great time.” Cherry is another ol lady with a little girl, she is dating Lip who is a confusing guy wh
en comes to reading his emotions. Cherry’s feisty, but sweet she and I are pretty close.

  Delilah wakes from her nap, and starts crying in the back seat, alerting me she is hungry or need of a change.

  “You better go, he’ll be fine. Go relax,” she smiles.

  ***

  Holding my breath I gently lay Delilah down in her crib. She has been a riot since we got home hours ago. She flipped her plate at dinner, spilling mac and cheese everywhere, and when I picked her up from her high chair she threaded mashed potatoes into my hair. She’s teething, and either crying or sleeping it seems. A warm bath and a full tummy seemed to do the trick though, cause she is out.

  After sitting there for a few silent seconds and Delilah doesn’t wake. I head out of the room to pick up Legos that feel like spikes from the 16th century, and clean up the kitchen.

  I miss Shadow so much. Having him gone, and Zane gone, it’s just not setting well with me. I need Shadow’s filthy mouth in my ear, his skilled hands working my body into a frenzy. He grounds me, keeps me sane. Without him I am just a train wreck waiting to happen. The way his fingers caress my skin, and the way his cock make me feel as if I’m in another world. A world doesn’t involve bake sales, or designer heels, unless I’m wearing them while he fucks me. Picking up a plate from the coffee table, soggy oreros fall to the floor splattering right on my foot

  “Fuck!” I slam the plates into the sink angry. I feel like a fucking housewife anymore, scrubbing and cleaning all the damn time.

  Grabbing the wet rag I wipe my foot off. “Get a grip,” I mumble. I wanted the stay at home mother routine, it’s safe. When I get out there and my inner beast releases, it can be frightening. Turning the lights off in the house I head toward the shower, needing to get the crusty mashed potatoes out of my hair. I use Shadow’s soap, the smell of his woodsy sent filling the shower, but a lonely ache filling my chest. I wish he was here to hear me rant, I could call him but I know he’s riding so he won’t hear his phone.

  After the shower runs cold, I step out of the shower and find no towel.

  “Fuck,” I whisper. I wipe my feet on the bath mat so I don’t slip on my ass and head toward the laundry room. Shadow usually keeps laundry caught up, and since he’s been gone.. it’s been anything but caught up.

  “Not one clean towel, shit,” I mumble, grabbing a bunch of dirty towels and throwing them in the washer. Calloused hands clutch my hips tightly and I squeal loudly, turning.

  “Shh! You’ll wake Delilah,” Shadow whispers. His eyes assessing my wet, naked body. His dark hair is windswept from riding on his bike, his blue eyes vibrant and fierce. His defined jaw, covered in dark stubble, ticks as he looks me over.

  I scowl, shove his hands off me.

  “You scared the shit out of me,” I whisper loudly. Ignoring me, he lowers his head, nipping at my shoulder. “I thought you weren’t getting back till tomorrow?”

  He shrugs. “The buyers bought quickly, and we headed back instead of staying.” He lowers his head, and seductively kisses at my neck. “How was Zane’s first day, is he in bed?” he mumbles against my skin, his fingers moving around my hips to fondle my ass cheeks. My heart skips a beat, my body desperately wanting him.

  “It was good. I ran into some woman named Heather at pick up, wanting me to help at a bake sale, and Zane wanted to stay with Addie tonight,” I reply all breathy.

  Shadow pulls back his brown narrowed. “Does she know who you are?” he laughs.

  I laugh. “No, cause I’m sure she wouldn’t be asking me to sell cookies if she had.”

  “So I’m gone a few days and my wife goes and turns into a suburban house wife, huh?” His fingers curl around my ass cheeks, his fingers brushing against my sex. My eyes nearly roll in the back of my head, his touch a drug to my reality. I have missed his skilled hands on my body, his dirty mouth whispering in my ear, and his hard cock taking me over.

  “God, please tell me that is not where I am headed Shadow,” I whimper, my tone of voice low and sexy. Pulling a hand away he fists my wet hair, turning my body to where my front is pressed against the washer.

  “You can’t sell cookies on the corner with normal people cause you’re not normal, you have the Devil in you baby,” he whispers into my ear, and without thought my ass pushes against his jean cladded crotch.

  “And women who sit amongst themselves selling fucking cookies, and discussing their pool boys, don’t have the body you do Firefly.” He nips my earlobe, his words speaking right to my cold heart. Thank the heavens.

  The washing machine starts the wash cycle and it vibrates, and thumps against me. The steel cold against my tits, and abdomen. A chill runs up my spine, causing goosebumps.

  “Fuck I missed you,” he growls, his hands caressing up my back and down again.

  “I need you Shadow,” I beg. I need the release he brings, that high that obliterates the chaotic day I’ve had.

  One of his hands leave my back, and the sound of his zipper is heard.

  “You want this?” he teases, the silkiness of his cock gliding against my ass cheek.

  “Yes,” I throw my head back, and moan. No need to play hard to get, he knows I need it, and as cocky as he is, he needs me just as bad.

  His foot kicks my legs a part. “Stand on my boots,” he demands. I look over my shoulder at him confused. “Just do it,” he clips.

  I roll my eyes, and step on each of his steel toed boots. “I saw you roll your eyes little girl.” He reaches his hand around, and pinches my cold nipple, and I whimper in response. His hands press on my back, lowering my front back on the washer. My arms drape over the back of the machine, and my clit presses right against the vibrating steel not that I’m higher up from standing on his boots.

  “Oh God,” I moan loudly, the washer working magic against my body.

  “I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, Dani.” I nearly orgasm on the spot.

  His fingers skim across my ass, curving under the apple of my cheeks till they are spreading my lips, and rubbing my wetness back and forth.

  “God I love how wet you get for me after all these years,” his voice comes out low and breathy, the way I affect him is such a turn on. To know all the club ho’s he sees on his runs, and he comes back to me, wanting only me has me on cloud nine.

  One of his fingers slip into my pussy, the machine rocking against my clit at the same time. I roll my lips onto each other as my body begins to warm from pleasure.

  His finger skims my g-spot and I buck against him. Pulling his finger from my wetness, I look over my shoulder, finding him pulling his shirt over his head, and his pants around his ankles. His chest is chiseled to perfection, and that damn V that dives toward his length is drool worthy. I keep thinking one day I will get used to his god like perfection, but it hasn’t happened yet.

  He fists his cock, and I turn my head back to the washer. I hold my breath, waiting for the pleasure that will come with him filling me. The head of his cock pushes against my opening, and I close my eyes, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. His dick slips through my wetness with ease, and stretches around him, his length filling me. I throw my head back with satisfaction, my hands still grasping the back of the vibrating washer.

  He pulls his hips back, and then plows into me.

  “Ah!” I moan loudly, the machine hitting my clit just right, as he pushes back into me.

  Both of his hands tangle in my hair, his chest flush with my back, and he starts thrusting in and out of me.

  “Fuck,” he growls, pulling my head back and to the side his mouth claims mine eagerly. His tongue slips into my mouth taking over my senses, his taste of sin an aphrodisiac. He drives his length into me hard, the sound of his skin smacking against mine. I moan, but his mouth devours any sound that leaves my lips.

  My body tingles, and my sex pulses with pressure, warmth taking over my lower half. He pulls away and nips at my back, and then gently kisses the same spot.

  “You’re no suburban
bitch Dani, you’re a MC brat. Get that in your head,” he states, his voice sounding out of breath.

  I don’t respond, I can’t. I am so full of pleasure, so happy he’s here, inside of me I could care less about cookies and uppity bitches. This, this is my therapy. This is all I needed, for Shadow to ground me. For the man I love, to return home.

  My pussy tightens as my body tenses. Warmth spreads from my core down my legs, making my toes curl into his hard boots.

  “I’m there!” I scream, and he plows into me harder, his impact making us rock the washer. I clench my eyes as the tide of ecstasy overwhelms my senses.

  Shadow stills, his body flexing on top of me as he reaches his release.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” he drawls out, his face tucking into the back of my neck.

  Just then the washer goes on the rinse cycle, halting its movements. Shadow lifts off me, huffing for breath. Pulling myself off the washer, my body feels like Jello.

  “I missed you Firefly,” he rasps, a sexy grin spreading across his face.

  That, right there is what I needed to hear. “It sucks sometimes, sitting at home discussing fucking bake sales. I crave getting out there, riding on the back of the bike with you and causing mayhem.”

  She steps forward, gripping the back of my neck. “There is no way in hell I’d let you get into the shit I do. I wouldn’t be a husband, or a father if I purposely put the woman I love in danger,” his brows lower, his face serious. “But that don’t mean you’re headed toward fucking bake sales, and fake tits. I love your tits.”

  My eyes burn with the urge to cry, but a small laugh escapes my lips instead.

  “If you tried to become one of those women who have their nose so stuck in the air, I would enjoy fucking that attitude out of you every day,” he winks. “It’s not you babe.”

  “I think I just missed you,” I wrap my arms around his neck, taking the smell of exhaust and leather in.

  Threading his fingers into mine he gently kisses my mouth, before giving it a hard nip.