“Yes.” I sat in my favorite chair out back with my nightly glass of wine.
“Still don’t trust me do you?”
“I don’t know. I want to, but I know how these guys are around here. I can just imagine how they are elsewhere. They’re going to think you’re rude.”
“Nah, I’ll just get a blow job to hold me over.”
My eyes shot daggers at him until I saw that hint of amusement that had me punching his big ass until he took the hint to go back inside and make love to me.
I watched him ride off from the front porch with a bad feeling. He better be careful. I hate when he’s not in town to sneak up on me for a quickie.
Joe’s appetite for sex borderlines on insane. I can’t picture him going four whole days. This bothered me a lot more than I should have let it.
Salina picked up on it and cussed me. “You’re such a bitch when the guys hit the road.”
“I keep picturing some whore in his lap.”
“I told you not to do that. Toughen up baby, you either trust him, or you don’t. If you don’t trust him then you have to accept that shit happens and get over it. It’s not about not getting enough at home. They’re men, they have dicks. Their dicks make them stupid.” She complained.
I shivered. “Uck. I’m going to power wash his ass.”
“Stop thinking about it and you’ll feel better.”
“How??”
“Think about this weekend’s run.” She’s been working on this one for months.
My phone rang with Joe’s ringtone. “Hey baby.”
“Hey, I’m on my way back. Charlie was killed in the yard this morning.”
“Oh no.” I sat down. “What happened?”
“Not sure yet. They’re on lockdown right now. I’ll find out as soon as I can.”
“Poor Charlie.”
“Poor Mitch. This will be the second father in three months he’ll watch go in the ground.”
“Oh no.”
“That’s why I’m coming back. Mitch and I are pretty tight, don’t say anything until I get back. In fact, go home so nobody finds out and fucks up by letting him overhear.”
“Do I take Mitch home? What if I crack?”
“Take him to a movie baby, I’ll be home about an hour after it’s over. Get some pizza, go to Target, he likes shopping for clothes there.” He suggested. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m going now. I love you.”
“I love you. Thank you Joe, for coming home for me.”
“For you and the kid. This is going to hurt bad at his age. See you soon.”
Mitch and I were making a mess in the kitchen when Joe finally pulled up. Mitch wanted to make a pizza for Joe when he got home. We’re a little behind schedule. This is going to be a bad night.
Joe came in and kissed me hello before patting Mitch on the shoulder and saying hello.
“Hey buddy. I have something I need to tell you and your mother. It’s not good.”
Mitch put the last pepperoni on top and looked up at Joe, “What?”
“Charlie passed away this morning.” He knelt down to Mitch’s level.
“Nut-uh.” He looked at Joe.
“I’m afraid so buddy. I don’t know what happened yet, but I’ll find out. I’m really sorry.”
He shoved Joe in the chest, “This is your fault!” He looked up at me and pointed, “And your’s!! You told me about him!! Now I don’t have a dad! I keep killing them!!” He ran off to the guest room which has become his when he’s here.
I covered my face, “Fuck me.”
“Call Marie.” Joe followed Mitch to make sure he didn’t escape out the window. I called Marie.
Mitch took his grief and ran into Marie’s arms. Other than the funeral I didn’t see either of them for a long time. Marie moved to a neighboring town with Mitch. She sends me phone pictures and text updates without Mitch knowing.
If she tried to bring me or Joe up he shuts down, so we backed off. I offered to pay for therapy if he was open to it. Marie did her best, and I have to give the woman credit, she did a damn good job. Joe made sure she didn’t have any financial struggles.
I started missing Mitch and got testy. It’s been another couple months and Joe is wearing me out about this birth control shit.
“How much longer?” He asked for the second time this week.
“I swear if you ask me that again I’m going to clobber you.”
“If you don’t answer me I’m going to throw you in the pool.” He threatened.
I backed up thinking the spatula would be an effective weapon, “Don’t you dare!!” He’s done this before.
“Then answer me.”
“I’m not telling you. You don’t listen anyway.” I scolded him. He’s got a short attention span. I guarantee ten minutes after I told him it would be worn off in about a week, he’d forgot.
He stood up coming right for me.
“No!!! You better not throw me in that damn pool again! What if you hurt the baby?” I poked him in the chest with the spatula.
That stopped him up short. “You’re pregnant?”
“I doubt it, but I could be.”
“I thought you said a week.”
“That’s an estimate. I could be worn off already.”
For the first time I saw my big bad biker let a wicked grin sneak up on the corners of his mouth. “Aw, yeah. Now you’re in trouble.”
I screamed as he tossed me over his shoulder. “Turn the stove off!!”
From that minute on he made it his mission to get a baby inside me. Joe is a retired Marine and Navy Seal. When he’s on a mission, he’s on a serious mission. I thought he was bad before, now I can’t even walk past him without him either attacking or eyeing me with that flirty threat of what’s to come later.
I wrote Mitch a letter telling him I was hoping to give him a baby brother or sister and to please consider being a part of our family, Marie too. We’ll see what happens. For now, I have my husband home, safe, and desperate to get naked with me. I’ve never been happier in my life.
Table of Contents
Down & Dirty
© 2011 Reese Madison. All rights reserved.
Contents
Prologue
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