I heard Mia gasp and murmur, “Jennie, please, please go back to my pussy.”
Then Mia starts groaning and chanting, “Yes, yes, yes. Suck my clit harder. Oh. Fuck. Yes.”
Son. Of. A. Bitch. I ached bad now. I swear my balls have drawn up and are probably a deep blue. My cock is throbbing like a motherfucker and I can feel precum leaking from the head of it. I shift in the seat. Glanced at Brenna again and thank Christ, she was still asleep. I could still hear her snoring slightly.
I see a sign up ahead that says the next town is now only a mile away. Thank all that's holy, because if I don't get into a restroom pretty damn quick and jack off, I'm gonna blow my load in my damn pants like some fucking schoolboy.
I'm now hearing constant groans, moans and gasps, and I'm breathing hard enough that I sound like a damn beached whale. Fuck, I have got to be quiet or I'm gonna wake Brenna up. My fucking Old Ladies have no idea what hell they are putting me through right now. I am so going to torture them for a long, long while.
I heard Mia say, “God yes, put another finger inside me and fuck me with them.”
Then Jennie said, “Twist my nipples harder Mia, harder.”
Mia, “Ah God, that's the spot, right there Jennie.”
Jennie, “Mia, I need your fingers in me,” she moaned, “rub my clit harder,” another moan, “Oh fuck it feels so good.”
Mia gasping, “I'm close, Jennie, so close.”
I could tell both were getting close, I knew all their little noises. I knew how the tone of their voices changed the closer they got to orgasm. I could almost see them writhing and twisting against each other. They would have their mouths on the other's cunt. Sliding their tongues through each other's delicious pussy lips that I so love to have my own lips on. Swiping up and down, drinking each other's sweet nectar. Laving and stroking the tip of their tongue over each other's clit mercilessly. Nibbling gently on each other's pussy lips. I have watched them several times do this with each other. It was hot as fuck and turned me the hell on while I jacked off watching them.
“You close?” I managed to ask them.
“So fucking close,” Mia groaned.
I heard Jennie gasp out, “Yes.”
“Real close?”
Two harsh groans were my reply.
“Come,” I demanded. “Come now.”
And I heard each of their keening wails as they come hard. I am so god damned fucking turned on right now that it's all I can do not to shoot my load like some virgin preadolescent boy seeing his first porn movie. I see the exit come up and take it barely slowing down. The truck stop was to the right and I only just managed to slow down enough not to make the Blazer take the curve to the right too hard as I pulled into it. I could see that it had outside restrooms and I felt like I'd won the lottery. I pulled up right outside the doors, jumped out of my truck, my phone in my hand, keys in the other, locked the doors and ran into the bathroom.
Thank fuck, it's a single. I locked the damn door, wrestled my belt open, unbuttoned my jeans and shoved my hand down into my boxers, pulling my cock out. I stroked hard once, twice; it wasn't gonna take long. I vaguely heard my women trying to get my attention, not happening, not right now. My hand is moving so fast now it's a blur. My balls tighten up even more, my whole body is tingling, and with a roar I come so mother fucking hard I fall back onto the door. My cum shooting out across the floor.
Fuuuuccckkkk.
My body is shaking so hard, I grit my teeth to stop me from biting my tongue. I breathe in deep breaths of air, struggling just to remain upright. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had just jacking myself off. I looked down at the mess I've made on the floor and grimaced, knowing I have to clean that shit up. I'm not leaving my DNA anywhere voluntarily. Hearing a noise, I realized that I still have my phone clutched in my left hand and my Old Ladies are going freaking nuts. I straightened up, tucked myself back into my pants, buttoned them up, then bring the phone to my ear and said, “You two are in so much fucking trouble. I will be spanking those asses when I get home.”
They laughed thinking I was joking.
“I'm fucking serious.” I gritted out.
They got real quiet, real fast, then Jennie hesitantly asked, “What's wrong, Viper?”
I sighed deeply. I know this wasn't their fucking fault, but a man can only take so much and answering the phone to them having sex, there was no way any man would have been able to hang up, so I felt slightly justified with my response.
“I have an eighteen-year-old girl in my truck. Eighteen. And I call my Old Ladies to discuss the situation I currently find myself in, only to hear my women having sex. And there isn't a man alive who is gonna hang up on something like that. So, there I sat, thankful this kid is asleep and hoping she stays that way, because I am god damn fucking hard as a rock with precum making my jeans wet and trying like hell not to come. So yeah, y'all are getting a spanking.”
Nothing but dead silence. I pulled the phone away from my head to see if they had hung up, but nope, still there.
“Cat got your tongues?” I asked.
“Umm...” Jennie said.
I quirked an eyebrow. Usually my women are way more vocal than this.
“A girl?” Mia growled out. “Cole Taylor Davis, what do you mean you have an eighteen-year-old girl with you, what the hell?”
My mouth dropped open. Surely, she didn't just imply what it sounded like she implied. I didn't say a word. Instead, I crossed over to the paper towel holder and tugged some off, got them wet and started cleaning up my mess. I did this a couple times, a little pissed I didn't have anything that would kill my DNA. I'm a little anal retentive when it comes to that type shit. I don't want to be charged with some crime that I didn't commit. I've done plenty enough shit of my own. I didn't want to go down for someone else's shit. I have managed to stay out of the system this long and I hoped to continue to do so.
I looked at the phone again thinking they have surely hung up, but it shows we were still connected. I sat the phone on top of the towel holder, took a piss, washed and dried my hands, picked up my phone, glanced at it then hung up. I glanced in the stall and low and behold someone has left some hand sanitizer on the toilet paper holder. I got that shit and squirted it all over the floor, grabbed more towels and with my foot made a half assed attempt to dry it up some, grabbed the towels, threw them away, washed my hands again, and walked outside.
I glanced at the truck and saw Brenna looking around. As soon as she sees me, a smile of relief crosses her face. I held up my finger and pointed it at my phone and she nodded.
It rings. I smirked. I had outwaited them.
“Yep,” I said.
“Cole Davis don't you dare hang the damn phone up again. What in the hell do you mean you are with an eighteen-year-old girl?”
Again, it sounds condemning to me. They know me better than this. Well I thought they did. Click. I hung up. I'm pretty pissed now. Mia knows that I haven't ever cheated on her, and yet she was the one asking me this shit, Jennie hasn't said a word.
While I was trying to decide if I wanted to just say fuck it, forget it, and worry about it all later, the phone rings again. I take a deep breath. I may have hung up on them to stop from saying something I would regret, but I'm not some bitch to play motherfucking phone games with them. One last time, that's all they get and then it can wait till I get home. I'm through with this shit.
“Yep.” I said again.
“Umm, Cole, what's happened? Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Is the girl hurt?” Jennie asked me.
I smiled. There it was, my Jennie's voice has no hint of accusation in it, although I gotta admit, it stung a little knowing Mia went off half cocked right from the start. I let out a long sigh.
“Can you both still hear me, Jennie girl?”
“Yes love, we can.”
“Good. Got a little story to tell you both. Need you to listen and not ask any questions right now.”
I then proceeded t
o tell them all that had happened earlier. I heard gasps of outrage for Brenna and then tears of pain for her as well. I might have had a little trouble getting it all out without having to stop a few times.
“Oh, that poor baby,” Jennie said crying. She was my nurturer. Her fucking heart broke so easily, I have to guard it constantly. Mia on the other hand is a damn firecracker. She doesn't care any less than Jennie does, but she is an alpha female and doesn't show her emotions as much as Jennie does. While she has a heart as big as the universe and would give the shirt off her back if someone needed it, letting her softer emotions show wasn't her strong suit.
“Bring her home, Cole. We'll have a room ready for her. We need more women around here anyway, that's for damn sure.”
And there was my Mia.
“Cole,” she said hesitantly. “I'm sorry. I know better. I... well...I...”
“It's okay, Mia baby. But you know me better than that. You know I wouldn't ever do anything like that to hurt either one of you. Right?”
She sighed deeply, “I know Cole, I have no excuses.”
We are all silent for a minute, just letting each other settle down. I know Mia's uncertainty is something I am going to have to address soon. A little bit of jealousy is a good thing, too much can cause all kinds of problems. While she knows I haven't ever given either of them anything to worry about, lately it has seemed like she is more unsure of herself. Mia, Jennie and I have been together for two decades and I know Mia's not jealous of Jennie. For the life of me, I don't know where this is coming from and I need to figure it out so I can get my Mia back to the way she normally was.
“Okay, I need to go. I need to get Brenna and me something to eat and then get back on the road. It's about two more hours till we get there. I'll call you after the visit with the boys and before we leave,” I said.
I heard each of my women say I love you, then I hung up the phone. I walked over to Brenna's side of the truck and unlocked the doors.
“Had to call my women,” I told her.
She smiled at my words.
“You hungry?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I need to use the restroom,” she replied.
“Use the ones inside, these are nasty,” I told her.
She nodded and we made our way inside. I tried to pick out what I wanted while waiting on her and stood at the hot food counter trying to decide if I was going to brave eating something. It all looked pretty dried out. Quietly, Brenna comes up beside me and has a couple things in her hands plus a drink.
“You brave enough to try any of this?”
She shook her head no. Yeah, I agreed with her. Just as we were turning away, a woman brought up a fresh cheese pizza. I looked at Brenna and cocked my eyebrow up.
“Yes, please.”
“We'll take the whole pizza.” I told the woman.
I paid and we're off again. Both of us happily munching on our food.
About thirty minutes later, I heard a sigh and glanced over to Brenna to see her looking down into the pizza box. She's looking at the last couple of pieces with longing and I laughed.
Without even looking at me she asked, “Are you laughing at me?”
I couldn't help it, I started laughing harder.
“Yeah, Brenna girl. I am.”
“Why?”
“Because you are looking at that pizza the way a kid looks at new puppies that someone is giving away.”
“What'cha mean?”
“Well, a kid will look longingly at new puppies and will want one real bad but knows he can't have one.”
“Oh. Well that's kinda how I feel. I really want another piece of pizza, but I know if I try to force one more bite down, I'm gonna get sick. The most I could do right now if I take a bite, would be to simply hold it in my mouth. Cause there sure ain't no way it's gonna go down any further.”
I snickered at that, thinking back to all the times when one of my kids would insist on having the last piece of chicken, the last scoop of macaroni and cheese, the last french fries on the platter, and we would give it to whichever one wanted it knowing all the other kids were already full, but letting the kiddo that wanted it have their victory of getting the last of something so that their siblings couldn't have it. It was always funny to watch, because it's always been a rule in our house that whatever you put on your plate, you have to eat it. Over the years, I have seen some pretty funny faces in attempts to get down the last bite of something that was wanted so bad.
One year when Pred was around six, he insisted he wanted some chicken noodle soup because he didn't get full at lunch. He had nagged Mia for ten minutes. She had finally given in.
“Jake, If I fix this soup, you're going to eat it.”
“I will, Mama.”
“If you don’t, you're gonna wear it.”
“Hungry. Gonna eat it, promise.”
Soup was fixed, two bites taken, and he didn't want anymore. I had just come up from the shop for lunch myself and was standing on the back porch watching the whole scenario. I wondered if Mia would stick to her guns. I knew Jennie wouldn't have, she would have quietly taken it away, while shaking her head. I was curious to see what Mia would do.
She said to him, “Eat the soup, Jake.”
“I'm full now, don't want it.”
“Eat the soup, Jacob Adam Davis.”
I winced because Jake had screwed himself. She was pissed!
“Can't. Don't want it.”
She walked over to him, picked up the bowl and poured it out on top of his head. It was one of the funniest fucking damn things I have ever seen. Jake sitting there with chicken noodles on top of his head, sliding down his face, one even hung off his ear, with the juice rolling off his head, onto his shirt and down to the floor. He looked at Mia with his eyes opened wide, clearly shocked at what she did to him.
She looked down at him and stated, “I told you that you would wear it if you didn't eat it.”
Then she turned and walked off down the hall. I tried my best not to lose it before I went in and spoke to Jake. I opened the door and told him to clean up the mess, then went back outside and lost it. I laughed so hard I had to lean against the house just to stand up. But from that point on, the boy always ate whatever he asked for.
Smiling and shaking my head at the memory, I looked back over at Brenna to see her closing the box and leaning her head back on the seat.
“Tired, Brenna girl?”
“Yeah, haven't been sleeping real good for a while.”
Just as I thought.
“Put the box on the back seat and go ahead and sleep darlin'. It’s fine if you want to lean your seat back. We still have a little way to go before we get there.”
And she did just that. She went to sleep and slept the sleep of a child who knows that she is safe. Broke my damn heart, it sure did.
~***~
Chapter 7
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things could fall together.
~Marilyn Monroe~
Viper
January 24th, 1998
With the radio playing softly in the background. I continued on my journey toward the boys and down memory lane. To all the talks, phone calls, visits, thoughts and plans that have happened to get us to where we are today. Things were coming to fruition, yet some things were happening that I didn't expect. One being how bad Devil was now that he was snorting so much coke up his nose. That put a feeling of urgency into the situation. Everything needed to happen soon, or it could all blow sky high.
While Reb and Pred were off putting in their four years in the army, they made several friends, one being Beau Brown. Beau was already a patched member of an MC, and the boys got to talking about the MC life. Over time after hearing about the MC Beau was in, Reb and Pred became very curious about it. On their first long leave, the boys were invited by Beau to visit the Angel's Rebellion MC after clearing it with his father, Mad Dog, the MC's President.
After their first visit, they were invited back.
And since then, they have been spending all their long leaves with ARMC, only coming back home to visit for a couple days at a time. About nine months ago on one of their last visits home, they let me know that they wanted to join Angel's Rebellion MC. That Angel's Rebellion was the type of MC that they had always dreamed of being in.
~*~
April 1997
“So, this is a legit motorcycle club isn't it?” I asked.
“Yeah, Pops, it's a real MC. They aren't the typical 1%'er club though, but they are pretty damn close.” Reb responded.
“How so?”
“Well, they feel the same way about cops as we do. For the most part if they have trouble, they take care of it themselves, but they do sometimes involve the law.” Reb said. “The one thing I like is that they aren't into anything illegal business wise. Mad Dog says he has no desire to go to prison and doing illegal shit will get an MC looked at faster than anything will. But if someone hurts a member of the MC, retaliation will be taken and if that includes the death of an individual, so be it.”
“Yeah, and it doesn't hurt that the Sheriff there is a cousin to Mad Dog.” Pred stated as he reached for his beer. “This is good ole boy country, Pops. Looking the other way is the norm there rather than the law all up in your business.”
Nodding in agreement, Reb added, “It's a brotherhood first and family second, and these guys are tight. It's not run disorganized like SoSMC is.”
I sighed heavily at that. I could only do so much. If I pushed Devil too hard, no telling what wild tangent he would run off on.
“Didn't mean any disrespect, Pops,” Pred said.
“None taken, Son.”
I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. The father in me needed to make sure that the boys would be going somewhere safe, and I needed to make sure this MC was legitimate.
“If they are that tight, are you sure they are willing to accept outsiders into their club?” I asked. I was concerned that this was just a riding club, and that was something I didn't think the boys would be happy with. “You sure it's not just a riding club?”
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