by Rob Somers
“Babe, you okay?”
He inhales sharply. “Yeah, just that stupid chest pain again. I think I may have overdone it today, is all.”
Connor walks into the bedroom, wearing just his boxers, and I feel my mouth begin to water. Damn, he looks so hot, with his chiseled chest and six-pack abs. What a fucking hunk he is, my husband. He pulls the covers to the side and climbs into bed.
“What a day, babe. What a day,” he mumbles, as his head hits the pillow and before I can say anything in response, all I hear is his snoring.
“Well, I guess I’m not getting any tonight,” I can’t help softly mutter as I lay my head down on the pillow and reach over to shut the bedroom light off. “Tomorrow is another day, I guess.”
Lifting my head up from the pillow, I look around in a panic, feeling like someone has grabbed a hold of my chest and is pulling with everything they have. I look over at Piper, trying to get her attention, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. All I can feel is the gasping of my breath, and I try to move my arms, but can’t move a muscle. It’s like I’m being held down by something. It has a hold of my arms and my legs, and its hand is over my mouth. It won’t let me go. I need to move; I need to let Piper know something is in here with us. I try to move again. My body is pinned down but I see nothing in front of me or on top of me. What is it that has a hold of me?
Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, I am able to let out a scream.
“PIPER!”
I can finally move my head and look at her. She jumps up, looking petrified at my outburst.
“Connor, what’s wrong?” she bellows out in a panic.
“I can’t move, babe. Something has a hold of me!”
Piper looks around frantically. “There’s nothing here, sweetie,” she says, grabbing my arms and pulling me over to her. My body is ice cold, and full of chill bumps. “Connor, you’re freezing! What’s going on?”
Trying not to sound scared, I reply as calmly as I can muster, “It feels like someone has taken over my body.” Just as I say the words out loud, my body goes slack, and I have control back again.
Not knowing what just happened, I try to explain it to Piper, but she only looks at me with a concerned look on her face. She doesn’t understand what I’m telling her. Piper tells me it must have just been a bad dream, but it was something much more than that. Something I can’t explain, but want to. I just don’t know how.
The sun is beginning to stream through the shades. Gathering myself after what I just experienced, I walk down to the kitchen, still feeling a bit distraught. I get the coffee out of the fridge and start to brew a pot, while I try to put all the pieces together in my head as to what just happened. Maybe it was a bad dream. Or maybe there is something here in this house. I don’t know, but whatever it is, it scared me shitless.
Piper walks into the kitchen, fresh out of the shower, her hair still wet. Standing in the kitchen in just her robe, I glance over at her, expecting her to say something to me about what happened earlier, but I get nothing from her. Guess it was just a bad dream.
“Babe,” I mutter to her. “What are your plans for the day?”
She wraps her hands around her mug and takes a sip of the fresh Café Bustelo I just made. “I have a lot of writing I need to get done today. I have to have this story to the editor in two weeks. Why, what are you up to today?” As she asks me, I hear my phone vibrate on the kitchen counter.
Grabbing it, I look down as a notification pops up, letting me know I need to be somewhere in an hour. “Um, I have some errands I have to take care of today. Probably going to be gone for most of the day.”
Piper gives me a look. Ya know, the one that says, “What could you possibly have going on all day?” Before I can say anything else, her phone starts dinging with this annoying sound that is all too familiar. Piper reaches down to pick it up off the counter and, looking at it, starts giggling uncontrollably.
“I’ll let you and Brit talk. I’m going to go shower and get ready.” I get nothing back from her, as she’s engulfed in her phone now that Brit has texted her. I swear, those two would talk all day if they could.
Taking my coffee mug and walking upstairs to shower, I still can’t shake what happened this morning. I need to forget about it, though. I have some important shit I need to tend to today, and cannot afford any distractions.
Letting the hot water run down my body, I rub the shampoo into my hair and close my eyes. As I lather the shampoo and scrub my hair, I can’t help but feel that someone is watching me. I want to rinse my eyes so I can see, but I decide not to, not knowing if it’s Piper, or if whatever it was this morning is here with me again. Feeling vulnerable right now, I’m relieved when I feel Piper’s hands on my chest. I know that touch all too well; it’s one of love and comfort. Leaning my head back into the water, I wash the shampoo out of my hair, then open my eyes and see Piper’s beautiful naked body in front of me. My God, she’s so gorgeous. I slowly run my hands up and down her sleek body.
Needing my wife so badly right now, and feeling my cock growing harder with every touch of her skin, I move my hands from around her waist up to her voluptuous, perfect tits. Leaning in, I take one of her nipples into my mouth and gently begin sucking, circling and swirling my tongue around her swollen peak, which elicits a gasp from Piper’s beautiful lips. Slowly switching back and forth between each nipple, I make sure they both get affection. Piper loves it when I play with her nipples, which shows in her quickening breath and blushing skin. She bows her back, granting me further access, and I’m pretty sure she would come just by my caressing them.
As the hot, steamy water beads on our bodies, I feel her reach down and grab hold of my cock. Slowly stroking me, she leans in and whispers in my ear, “Fuck me, baby. Right here. I need you.”
Grabbing Piper’s leg, I lift it up and place it up on the tile ledge of the shower. Bracing the weight of her body between my arms, I guide my aching cock into her pussy. Her body molds to mine and I begin sliding in and out of her, feeling her squeeze around with me with every thrust. Piper’s body begins to tense as she flings her head back in ecstasy. Energized by the pleasure I’m bringing my wife, I drive deeper inside her, making sure I am seated all the way in her to the hilt, our bodies connected as one.
Her arms wrap around my neck as the rhythm of our bodies move in sync. This is so much more than fucking; it’s a raw connection of our love. I can feel Piper’s orgasm building, and it feels so good to know I can make this happen for her. I can feel my cock swelling up with my own impending release. Holding her tightly against my wet body, I slow my rhythm so we can come together. She squeezes her arms around my neck as I gently tighten my grip around her body, and the climax of our arousal explodes between us.
I tip Piper’s lips to mine and give her a deep and meaningful kiss. As I look into her eyes, she smiles, saying, “I thought you might need that, babe. I know I certainly did,” as she moves around me into the water to clean herself off.
Watching her the entire time, with that little smirk that I know she gets from her father, I smile back at her. As if the grin on my face wasn’t enough to express my thoughts, I reply, “That’s exactly what I needed baby, thank you. I love you.”
Finishing our shower, I pass Piper her towel as I wrap mine around my waist. I hang it just low enough to drive Piper a little wild, and walk out to the bedroom. Getting ready for the day, I put on my jeans and my black Affliction shirt – the one I usually wear when I ride. I slip on my riding boots and make sure my bandana is folded perfectly, to be wrapped around my head. Piper watches me as I finish getting dressed.
“Taking the bike out, I see.”
“You know it, babe. It’s a nice day for a ride.” I look at her with a smile.
My bike is the last reminder she has of the life she asked me to leave behind, but I refuse to sell it. Piper gave me two options: leave the club or lose her. Which is why I can’t tell her I’m not out yet. I can’t lose the best thing t
hat ever happened to me.
Gazing into Piper’s eyes, reassuring her, I kiss her forehead and head to the garage. Opening the garage door, I see the black metallic shining back at me. A 2007 Harley Davidson Street Glide, all chromed out with skulls all over the paint and accessories. I must have sunk around ten-thousand dollars into this bike. It’s my baby, and I sure as fuck treat her like that. Unlocking my gun safe, I grab my pistol – I never ride without it. As a rider, you never know what you may come across. Sliding it into the waistband of my jeans at the small of my back, I look up to see Piper looking out from the garage door.
“Really, you need to bring that with you?” she mumbles.
“Babe, you know I never ride without it.”
Firing up the engine sends chills through my body, I feel free on this hog. The exhaust lets out the loud muffle of a noise, as the sound vibrates through my body, I see Piper shake her head and walk back inside, slamming the door behind her.
Backing the bike out of the garage, I give the throttle a little turn. Knowing I’ll have to deal with her anger later, I put it out of my mind for the time being, and take off down the driveway and out onto the street. For now, I’ll just enjoy the freedom of my ride and the sound of her on the open road.
It’s been a little over a week in the new house, and there hasn’t been a single day that Connor has come home early. They really must be working his ass off at the shop. But it’s finally Friday night, and I’m looking forward to spending the weekend together, just the two of us. I’ve just finished making dinner for me and Connor; spaghetti made with homemade marinara sauce, which my grandmother gave me the recipe for, before she passed away. As I open a bottle of Cabernet, I glance at the clock to see it’s already seven o’clock. My cell starts buzzing on the counter, and I smile, seeing Connor’s face lighting up on my phone.
“Hey, babe,” he says softly, when I pick up. “I’m gonna be late again tonight. They have me working a double shift. Harry called out sick and they need someone to cover for him. I figured we could use the extra money since we’re planning a vacation soon.”
I sigh, disappointed. “Are you serious, Connor? You have worked late every night this week. Don’t you think enough is enough?”
“Babe, I’m sorry, but they need me to cover.”
“Fine. I’ll just call Brit and see if she wants to come over to enjoy this spaghetti dinner and bottle of wine I just opened.” Attitude laces my voice, and he knows I am fucking pissed at him.
“I really am sorry. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I love you.”
“Love you too.” I hang the phone up quickly, before he can say anything else.
After downing that glass of wine in two gulps, I give my bestie a call.
“Hey, bitch!” Brit spews out when she answers the phone. “What are you up to, girl?”
Still pissed, I say, “Well, I’m sitting here, staring at a bowl of Mommom’s sauce and spaghetti that I made for Connor and I to have for dinner tonight.”
“Let me guess. He’s working late again, isn’t he?” she blurts out, knowing our situation all too well. “I have no plans, girl. I’m on my way over. Do I need to stop and get anything?” Brit asks, knowing I’m going to say no.
“Well, it’s going to be one of those nights, so you might want to pack a bag, ‘cause you’re staying the night here.”
She knows if we’re drinking, I won’t let her drive home. Call me overprotective, but I don’t want to chance losing my best friend.
“Do you have any Crown Apple over there, or do I need to stop and get some?”
“You should probably get some, Brit. It’s gonna be a long night.” I giggle a little because I know Brit can drink Crown Apple like water, and if we’re going to have a girl’s night, she is definitely going to need more.
Thirty minutes later, I hear the front door open. Brit screams out, “The party is here, bitch!”
Looking up from the couch, after drinking my fourth glass of wine and feeling tipsy already, I see Brit with her bag and, of course, her Crown and cranberry juice.
“Thank God you’re here. I was beginning to think I was going to be alone all night.”
“Girl, please. You know when I say I’m coming over, I’ll be here. Now, get up off your ass and heat this spaghetti up for me. You know I love Mommom’s homemade sauce and meatballs.”
As I’m fixing Brit a plate, I hear the ice fall into her glass and the sound of her opening a fresh handle of Crown Apple.
“Oh, this is going to be a good night, girl. We are gonna get fucked up and do stupid shit,” Brit says as she does a little dance with her bottle.
There are three things this girl loves. Dancing, sex, and Crown Apple. Brit had been dating my brother for a while, but they decided to “take a break,” as she says. Taking a break for her means drinking, dancing, and finding some random guys to fuck.
“Please tell me you have some Fireball here. I could so use a shot right now.”
“Of course we have Fireball here, Brit. It’s in the freezer, as always.”
I open the door for her as she scurries over in her Uggs and sweatpants. “Got all dressed up for me tonight, I see.” I roll my eyes as I take in her appearance. This girl would wear these damn boots in the middle of summer if it wouldn’t make her feet sweat and stink. Brit looks at me, and then down at her boots.
“Bitch, you know I love my Uggs. They’re the most comfortable pair of shoes I have.” We both chuckle a little as she snatches the bottle of Fireball out of my hand. “Gimmie that shit, and grab two shot glasses,” she rifles off at me.
“What the fuck do you think I am, your fucking servant?” I laugh, as I grab two shot glasses from the cupboard and put them on the counter, Brit starts pouring our shots, filling them all the way up to the rim of the glass. Holy shit, this is going to be a long night, especially if she keeps pouring shots like this. Brit slams her shot quick and fast, and walks over to the microwave to get her food. I’m not quite as quick as her when it comes to shots, and shake my head as I drink mine.
Sitting at the island in the kitchen, watching Brit scarf down the spaghetti like she hasn’t eaten in a week, I start venting to her about how late Connor has been working.
“It’s like, I don’t see him until we wake up in the morning. And that’s only for a short while, as we both get ready for work.” I’m explaining this to her, trying to be serious, as she looks up with spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, taking a long slurp like she is a fucking kid eating it. “Not to mention, it’s been a week since we have had sex.”
Just as I finish saying my last word, Brit spits her spaghetti out of her mouth all over the island.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Pipe? What the fuck? You’re newlyweds, you’re supposed to be fucking like wild rabbits.” She wipes the sauce from her chin, and rolls her eyes like she always does. It’s her signature move. “I’m not even married and I got laid last night.”
“Brit, you’d better watch it. You don’t know where these guys have been.” I give my little piece of advice to her, but I know it just went in one ear and out the other.
“Listen, Pipe,” she says, as she fills her mouth with half a meatball. “I don’t fuck every guy I go home with. Most of the time, I just suck him off or he goes down on me. Then I toss the dude’s number away.”
If my brother knew what she’s been up to, he would flip his fucking lid. Yeah, I know they aren’t technically together, but when you love someone like I know he loves Brit, it makes you do crazy shit.
Pouring the last of the first bottle of wine into my glass, Brit leans back on her barstool with a mouthful of meatballs. “Damn. That shit was good. That woman sure knew how to cook.” She swallows the last of her food, and rubs her stomach. This girl is crazy. Brit gets up from her stool and heads toward the freezer. This could only mean one thing.
“Shot time!”
It’s now rolling into ten o’clock, and both Brit and I are freaking tanked. We’re sitting
on the couch, flipping through the TV channels, trying to find a good girly movie for us to watch. Suddenly, Brit pops up from her food coma, like something bit her, and looks me dead in the eyes.
“Let’s go dancing!” She smiles and gives me that side fish lip thing she does all the time.
I don’t know what else to call it other than duck lips to the side. Again, another one of her silly facial things that she does. It cracks me up when she does this shit; she’s like a little kid sometimes, and I love it.
“Brit, you are wearing sweatpants, a flannel shirt, and Uggs. Where in the fuck are we going to go dancing with you dressed like that?” I say this, hoping she would change her mind. It doesn’t work, apparently, as Brit hops up and runs upstairs. I know she’s going right to my closet. This girl has more of her clothes at my house than I have in my own closet.
Walking through my bedroom door, I see Brit is already sifting through my closet, so I take a seat at the end of the bed, just watching this girl do her thing. She is looking through all the hanging shirts. “No…no…no…no!”
It’s funny to watch, yet sort of annoying. Throwing myself back onto the bed, I mumble, “Oh, would you just pick a shirt, Brito!”
She finally grabs one she likes and rips off her flannel shirt, throwing it on my bedroom floor. She’s picked out this cute pink tank and a pair of my shredded jeans. You know, the ones that we pay over a hundred dollars for that are torn already.
“I’m guessing we are headed to a country bar, huh?” I get a little excited myself, as I love going to country bars and dancing. We really aren’t into the club scene, so the country bars work just fine for us. Especially considering we are two country girls living in New York.
“Get your ass dressed, bitch!” Brit throws a similar tank at me. “You should wear this one. We can be twinsies tonight,” as she gives me her duck face look again.
