by Kayce Kyle
Jenalyn looks over at me and says, “Oh, yes, that sounds good. I’ve got half of a leftover chocolate cake from that new bakery in town. It’s to die for. Triple chocolate sin is what they call it, and the only sin I see is that delicacy going to waste.”
That girl is always eating her junk food, but still has the figure she did when she was eighteen. Of course, I know she keeps lots of fresh fruits and vegetables alongside a variety of cheeses and organic crackers. After I showed her and Justice all the toxic ingredients in processed foods, they both insisted that they would only feed the kids fresh and organic. That being said, they both still keep junk food around because Justice isn’t ever giving up his Mountain Dew, and Jenalyn isn’t giving up her chocolate cake. I’m sure there’s more, but it’s really not my business and at least they’re committed to giving their kids nothing but the best.
“I’ll get the cake out and slice it. I’m going to get the paper plates and utensils out to cut down on the amount of dishes,” Clara tells Jenalyn as Leo begins to cry which in turn causes Carter to chime in.
“Thanks, Clara,” Jenalyn says, as she and Tess both pick their babies up.
“Where’s Cami?” I ask as Jenalyn and Tess begin to retreat to Leo’s nursery.
She points to the baby monitor. “Napping still. I’m going to wake her up here shortly so she isn’t up all night.”
Nodding, I let her know that I heard what she said. Making my way into the kitchen, I begin to pick items from the refrigerator and prepare a spread for us to snack on. Of course, preggo goes straight for the chocolate cake.
Sidney and I begin to munch on the fruits and veggies while Stormie inhales her piece of chocolate cake.
“So, things any better with Mila lately?” Sidney asks. “The two of you seemed cordial at the cookout. Given everything that’s happened, I think the actual fallout has been minimal. I’m just relieved the tension has lessened.”
“You know,” Stormie chimes in, “some days I can’t wait until I’m not pregnant so I can kick her ass for what she did to Joker...then days like today? I secretly laugh inside and mentally high five her ass.”
About that time, Jenalyn and Tess round the corner with their kids in tow laughing.
“I know I didn’t carry or birth Carter, but some nights when he’s kept me up crying, I fantasize about slapping Ace wide awake,” Tess says. “Hell, I work too, he thinks he’s the only one it feels like sometimes, so it’s as if he gives himself a pass. Not cool, and we’ve had several arguments about it. It’s silly really, because those are the very things I used to envy about Jenalyn. I’m just beyond grateful for my son,” she finishes as she kisses his little forehead.
“Mhmm,” Jenalyn mumbles. “I know that one all too well. Justice is still working on coming around to Mila. You know how long he can hold onto things. Hey, he acknowledged her presence at the cookout, I’ll take that as progress,” she says, as she places Cami in her highchair and Leo in his bouncy seat while Tess puts Carter in his.
The storms are relentless and have been for hours now and we’re well into the evening. All the kids have been bathed and fed, and the babies are fast asleep. Sidney wanted to read Cami her bedtime story, so she’s in there now attempting to put her to sleep.
“Anyone heard from the guys?” I ask. “Thought they were going to try and hurry so they could get to us?”
“Eh, I’m enjoying this time actually,” Jenalyn says. “I can’t wait until we know for sure when and where...and if we’re going to get to meet the other ladies from the site.”
“Same,” Tess says, “well, about enjoying my time without our men around.”
“Joker can stay away from me forever at this point for all I care,” Stormie begins, “Between the snoring, his overbearingness, and the fact that he’s a walking inferno, no thanks.”
“Speaking of,” I blurt out, attempting to revert the attention back to the subject at hand while Stormie plots Joker’s demise, “we should log on while all, well, most of us are here.”
Jenalyn’s eyes light up, and Tess’ do as well as she sips from her glass of wine.
We gather around the laptop, and Sidney comes in. She grabs her glass of wine from the counter and joins us. Jenalyn and I fill the other women in on who is who, and how much we enjoy conversing with them. Stormie is the least enthused at the moment, but we all understand as she takes up residence on the sofa and curls up.
Suddenly, the power begins to flicker on and off and we can hear the wind and rain pick up as it beats down on and around the house.
“No worries, remember we have a generator if we lose power,” Jenalyn reminds us.
Then our cell phones start sounding off an alarm in unison causing me to panic inside, but I know we need to try and remain calm. It’s a tornado warning for our area and we’re being advised to take shelter immediately.
“I’ll grab some candles and flashlights just in case,” Clara tells us. “Go grab the babies and head to the closet. I’ll wake Stormie up and tell her to go.”
“I’ll help Clara,” Sidney tells us. “Master bedroom closet?” she asks, looking at Jenalyn.
“Yes!” Jenalyn hollers out over her shoulder as we jog down the hallway toward the kids’ rooms.
Tess, Jenalyn and I each race to the nurseries and grab the children.
“I’ve got Cami,” I yell out, while Tess and Jenalyn both grab the boys from Leo’s crib and we race to the closet in the master bedroom.
The kids are crying as we’re scrambling around trying to calm them. We weren’t anywhere near prepared for the utter chaos that ensued next. This night seemed to turn from one nightmare to another.
Chapter Ten
Trinity
Shew, today has been a rough one. Sweet Shelby had an epic seizure while we were out shopping and I’m not sure who panicked more, me or the salespeople. We ended up at the emergency room and her doctor was called in due to her medical history. After he thoroughly checked her out, he upped the dosage on her medication slightly and said that we needed to start over counting the seizures. We have a chart and notate when, how long, and what was going on immediately prior to it hitting. I just hate it for my little girl. The whole thing wears her out and by the time we got home, she was sound asleep in her carseat. She’s old enough for a booster seat now, but because of her condition, we opted to use a carseat. I make my way down the hall to check on her once again.
“Sweetness, she’s fine. She’ll likely sleep the rest of the day and through the night,” Turk says, coming up behind me.
“I know that in my head, but my heart is still feeling helpless watching what she goes through during a seizure.”
He pulls me close, stopping my forward progress, and says, “It guts me too, Trin. Hate seeing one of my girls hurting and not be able to do anything to help.”
“But you did, Turk. You noticed that it was starting and got her out of the cart and onto the floor at the store with her blanket underneath her before I even knew what was happening. Then you panicked a little.”
“Just taking care of my baby girl,” he states. Leaning in, he kisses me. It’s one full of promise and I return the sentiment, still amazed that this marvelous man wants me.
“You do a good job taking care of all of us,” I respond, giving him a little wink. At his chuckle, I know that I’m likely blushing and I go to cover my cheeks.
“Love that about you, Trin. You’re so fucking sexy and when you do little things like that, it puts my mind on other things.” He pulls me closer until I can feel the erection straining against his pants.
“Better calm that down, mister. Claree is due home any minute from school.”
His bark of laughter has me grinning. He’s gorgeous all the time, but when he laughs, he does it from his soul and it’s a beautiful thing to see. “Trin, she’s not home for at least two hours. We’ve got time.” With that, he leads me to our room, closing and locking the door. When I go to protest, he turns the baby monitor on. �
�Now, if she stirs, we’ll hear her, okay?” I nod because what else can I do when he’s slowly stripping my clothes off my body?
Once I’m standing there naked, I reach for his belt and quickly unbuckle it before I unbutton and unzip his pants. Shoving them down, along with his boxers, I see my prize. His dick is hard and waiting, pre-cum causing the head to glisten. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I can’t fit all of him in, but I use my hands to stroke what I can’t get in. I’m getting into it, humming and stroking my tongue along the underside when I find myself picked up and tossed onto the bed. Before I can say anything, he’s laying flat on his back and he demands, “Sit on my face, Trin.” Oh my, this is a new one for us! I carefully position over his face, my mind worrying about the curves that are now right there when he grabs my hips and pulls me closer. With the first swipe of his tongue over my folds, I forget any jiggly parts I might have and pretty much attack his cock. Long glorious minutes pass while I suck and lick and fondle every inch of his impressive dick. Granted, his is the only one I’ve seen, but considering how wet he has to get me before he eases in, I’m thinking he’s above average. And you’ll never hear me complaining, because my man knows what to do with what he’s been blessed with, that’s for sure! I’m lost in my ministrations when I feel two fingers enter me and stroke that sweet spot inside. Holy hell, he’s bringing out the big guns, swirling his tongue around my clit while he pumps his fingers in and out...and I can’t concentrate on his dick any more, dammit! “Come for me, Trin,” he commands and I feel the orgasm that was building wash over me as he holds me by the hips and laps at my juices that feel as though they’re free-flowing. A slight smack on my ass has me looking over my shoulder to hear him ask, “Wanna ride, sweetness?”
I nod my head and find myself flipped so we’re now face-to-face and I’m straddling his hips with my thighs, my dripping pussy pressed against his cock.
“Like this, Turk?” I ask as I raise up and, grabbing his dick, slowly lower myself on it.
“Just like that, Trin,” he growls out. God, I love his growly voice. I set a steady pace but soon, I can feel another orgasm coming and start moving erratically. He grabs my hips once again and starts power thrusting up as I’m coming down and soon, I’m seeing stars.
“Turk!” I cry out as I find my release, my pussy spasming around his cock.
He thrusts a few more times before he stills and I can feel him as he pours himself into me. Spent, I collapse on his chest and his arms come around me and start stroking me as we both struggle to catch our breath.
“Fantastic, Trin.”
“I... uh...I liked that new position,” I tell him, my face buried in his neck.
He tilts my head up so I’m forced to look at him before kissing me and saying, “I did too. Especially liked how you fell apart so quickly in my arms.” By now, I know my face is beet red because he chuckles before saying, “We probably need to get ourselves cleaned up.”
After a rather rambunctious shower where I found that my man has stamina unlike anything I’ve ever heard of before, I fixed us something light to eat and brought it into the den, where he’s watching the news. “What’s going on?” I ask, handing him a plate and a drink.
“Looks like we’ve got some nasty weather headed our way.”
“Do we need to do anything?”
“Thinking it would be a good idea for us to head to the clubhouse as soon as Claree gets home. Can you get some stuff packed?”
“I’m on it, handsome. What are you gonna do?”
“Call Axe and let him know we need to pull our people to the clubhouse. Once I’m off, I’ll help, sweetness.”
I wave my hand to let him know that I’ve heard him but my mind is already focused on what we need to pack. Going into the girls’ room, I pull out a duffel bag for Shelby and get clothes and night pull-ups and some toys packed. Her medicine will go into the diaper bag that I tote everywhere. Next, I get out a duffel for Claree and get her underclothes and personal hygiene items packed. She generally wears jeans, so I grab a few pair of those, as well as the pretty shirts I just bought her. I look around the room and see the charger for her phone and tablet and grab those and put them on top of the bag, then zip it up and carry both of them into the living room. Now that I have them squared away, I can focus on mine and Turk’s clothes. I suspect that he’ll be called in even though he’s supposed to have the next few days off. Any time there’s a threat of weather, he ends up going in, so I pull out several uniforms, leaving them on the hangars, then grab clean boxers, t-shirts and socks, as well as lounge pants and sweats, in case he’s able to stay. I stack his stuff at the end of the bed then go to my dresser. Since we’ll likely be down in the bunker, I opt for yoga pants and oversized t-shirts, but put a pair of jeans on the bed just in case. Shit, I forgot to grab rain gear for the girls! Making a mental note to grab their windbreakers and rainboots, I head into the master bath and pull out the travel bag I keep under the sink and double-check it. It’s still in good shape from our last trip, but I toss in a few razors for Turk in case we’re dealing with generator power, and grab his electric razor. A fresh set of toothbrushes, which I replace for every trip despite the fact it drives him crazy, and I think we’re set as well.
I’m coming out of the bathroom when I see him walking into the room, a concerned look on his face.
“It’s coming in fast, Trinity. I’ve got Hatch, who was already heading there, picking up Claree. We need to get out of here in the next ten to fifteen minutes.”
“Look and see if you want anything else,” I tell him, going into our closet and pulling out yet another duffel bag. This one is ours so it’s much bigger than the girls, at least. “If it’s good, go ahead and fill it, I need to grab the girls’ and my windbreakers, and also my chargers and electronics.”
“I’m on it, sweetness.”
Within mere minutes, we’ve got everything else packed up and he goes and gets Shelby. She’s still passed out, which is good. She hates storms so maybe her seizure had a silver lining. I don’t know.
Once at the clubhouse, Turk motions me to go on inside saying he’ll get Shelby. I grab what I can before he can object and haul ass inside. I know we’re going downstairs to the underground bunker and am glad that after the last tornado came through, the guys made the decision to get it set up better so the prospects don’t have to haul shit up and down the stairs. When he comes in the door with our daughter in tow, I follow him down the hallway where the steel door is that leads to the basement bunker. Again, I am grateful that when they were looking for a place for a clubhouse, they bought this property, because it means that we’ll all be safe and sound during whatever weather is coming. Maybe a bit cozy, but we all get along.
Downstairs, I notice we’re the first ones in so I follow Turk to ‘our’ area which has a full-size bed for us, a crib for Shelby, and a twin-size bed for Claree. Nothing fancy by any stretch of the imagination, but it’ll help keep my alpha man happy having his girls close at hand. He lays Shelby back down and I put our duffels under each of our beds before I turn and say, “What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing yet, sweetness. Wait until everyone gets here, I’m sure Axe has a plan.”
“Okay, then I’m gonna make a post on the site since we may be out of pocket for a day or two.”
He grins before kissing me then says, “You do that, Trin. I know this is important to you women.”
I nod, already getting my laptop out of its case. Sitting on our bed, I open it up and go right to the old ladies site.
Scrolling through, I don’t see anything from anyone else that really needs addressing, so I start a new post that says, we’re about to get some extreme weather with possible tornadoes. If anyone else is in Texas or even the panhandle area, please batten down the hatches. We’ve got a generator and are all going to be here in our bunker, but there’s no guarantee we’ll be able to check in. Please stay safe ladies. We’ll be back as soon as we can!
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nbsp; Lizzie responds: We’re due to get some heavy winds and rain, for those of you in the Lone Star state like the rest of us, please take cover, and check in, and let us know you are all safe, and accounted for. Love to you all.
Bristol responds: My thoughts and prayers are with you all. Please stay safe and like Lizzie said, check in at your earliest convenience.
Ashton responds: Please, let us know if there is anything we can do to help. Your families and you, will be in our hearts, and we will pray that everyone is unscathed by this natural disaster heading your way. Love and peace to you all.
Chapter Eleven
Skylar
I’m spending this morning in bed, trying to get rid of the headache that I can feel coming on. I’ve tried to read a little bit and watch tv to no avail, nothing seems to be able to hold my attention right now. This lets me know that when this headache hits full force, it’s going to be a bad one. Joker and Cage know how bad they get sometimes and are more than happy to pick up the slack when I can’t get out of bed.
Instead, I open the laptop and discover that most of the ladies are enduring bad storms of one degree or another right now. We’re not expecting anything that I know of. I hope they’re all okay.
I hope that you all are taking shelter and any necessary precautions. Be safe and please check in to let us know that you’re all okay when you can. You’ll all be in my thoughts and I hope to hear from you soon. I type a post, letting them all know that we’ll be thinking of them.
“How are you doin’, baby girl?” Cage asks, walking in the room and gently sitting on the bed next to me.
“I can’t focus on anything right now. Posting a little note to the rest of the girls is about all I could manage. Apparently, some of them are starting to get some bad storms their way and have to take shelter,” I let him know, handing him my laptop and burrowing back under the covers.
