The bitch serving at the bar tonight was more right than I wanted to admit. Faith’s not our kind. But I don’t think I can give her up.
I undress, throw on some sweats, and climb into bed. I pull a sleeping Faith next to me and hold her tightly. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring for us, but we both need to fight to meet halfway again. We can’t give up on us. It was too good between us before all this shit went down. I am going to fight for us.
Chapter 17 -
Ziggy
I have to do it. I don’t want to. I need to get some clothes out for tomorrow. I know she’s in there with Lil Man. God, I hope she isn’t breast-feeding him right now. Well, yeah, actually I do. She’s got a beautiful set and I wouldn’t mind using my tongue on them. Okay, get that out of my head. She’s Faith’s friend and she isn’t ever going to admit she’s attracted to me. Move on, Zig. Move on.
I’ve been standing in front of my own bedroom door for the past five minutes. Why am I afraid to knock? Fuck it. I knock, not too hard and not too soft. I hear her say come in. It’s my cue to enter but my feet are not moving. What the fuck is wrong with me? She can’t have this much power over my head.
I slowly open the door and peek in. Damn! She’s got the titty out and feeding the kid. I knew it. She reaches for a blanket but drops it.
I walk in and the fucking smile won’t leave my face. No matter how hard I try to frown, my facial muscles just tell me to go fuck myself. She glares at me.
“Sorry, Lil Mama, I need to get some clothes out. I’m leaving on a ride early tomorrow. I don’t want to wake you and Lil Man.”
I walk over to the dropped blanket and pick it up and hand it to her. She grabs it and throws it over herself and the kid.
“Can he breathe under that?”
She looks at me as if I just spoke Chinese to her or some shit. “Of course, he can breathe. Do you think I would smother my own child? Really?” God, there she goes again with that sassy attitude. I admire the sassiness in her, but it just makes me want to pick her up and wrap her around me and work that sass out of her.
She stands up and walks Lil Man over to his crib. She lays him down and covers him with the blanket. I can feel the tension in the room between us. I move to the closet to grab some clothes for tomorrow’s ride. I need to get the fuck out of here before I make a mess of shit. I know she feels something for me, but she won’t admit it.
“You want me as much as I want you, Lil Mama. I can feel you when you look at me. I feel you deep in here.” As I say it, I tap on my chest. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She’s just standing there, staring at me. I take a step toward her, as if I am a panther stalking my prey. With each step I take forward, she counters with a step backwards. Soon enough, she’s up against the wall, trapped between her freedom and me. She raises her head and looks up at me. I tower over her.
She shows no fear. I can only feel the need emanating off of her. I am drawn to those lips. I lean down and take what I know she wants to give me. I cup her face in my hands and draw her close, letting my lips brush against hers. I gently bite her lower lip softly, she opens her mouth and I slide my tongue into her mouth and lean in to the kiss. She seems to be enjoying it, until her hands come up and she pushes off me. Then I feel her hand make contact with the left side of my face. Fuck. Me. I want her even more now.
“What the hell are you doing, Zeke?” She acts offended but I know she wants me as much as I want her. I decide to push one more time. I step up and push her against the wall and take her mouth hard and fast. She opens immediately and throws her arms up around my neck and pulls me closer. The feel of her body next to mine is incredible. I knew she was fighting it all along. She’s felt that fire between us as much as I have.
Our mouths fight to feel one another and I begin to walk her towards the bed. I want this woman, tonight. I am tired of the games between us. I want her for my woman.
As we reach the bed, I slowly lower her to it and work my mouth down her neck and then I unbutton her top and free her from the confines of her black lace bra. I use my tongue and trace her hardened nipples with the tip of it. She shudders under me. I lightly bite at her nipples and she moans sweetly into my hair. God, the sound of her turns me inside out.
I continue my ministrations to her heavenly tits and begin to work my free hand down toward her shorts. I manage to unbutton the few buttons on them and pull them off her hips as I continue my assault with my mouth and tongue on her hard nipples. God, she’s beautiful. I want her spread out in front of me so I can just look at her and take her all in.
She’s moaning and digging her nails into my biceps. She’s feeling it as much as I am. After I get her shorts down, I go for her lace panties. She stiffens up and pushes me away.
“No. No. Zeke, I can’t do that, not with you. I’m sorry.”
“Look me in the eye, Peg, and tell me you don’t want this as much as me.” I can feel my anger rising and I am trying to keep it down in the pit of my stomach. She wanted me as much as I wanted her a few minutes ago. “Tell me, Peg, what do you really want? I know you feel this connection between us. I know you want me as much as I want you. Why are you pushing me away like this?”
She shakes her head no over and over. I can’t take this shit anymore. I jump up off the bed and slam my fist into the wall, to release my anger over her rejection. Just as I let out a yell of frustration, I hear Lil Man cry out. I woke him up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Peg jumps up and glares at me, and picks Tucker up to soothe him.
I just want to go to them both and put my arms around them and hold them both close. She won’t let me, so I guess there is no need for me to stay around. I think a ride in the morning is just what I need and maybe a bottle of Jack tonight and a warm body next to me.
I grab my shit and head out of the room. I have to just get the hell away from her tonight. I head into the main room to grab some Jack and see what awaits me out there. I need to burn off this edginess I have inside of me. Fuck her if she doesn’t want me. There’s plenty of pussy out there that will welcome a night with the Zig.
I spot a sweet little blonde sitting up at the bar. Score! I walk up to her and I run my hand up and down her arm. “Hey, what’s your name, darling?” I look her up and down and, out of the corner of my eye, I see Peg standing in the doorway. So she’s come to gloat that she doesn’t fucking want me? I can show her she doesn’t mean shit to me.
“So, sugar, you up for some fun with Ziggy tonight, baby?” I pull her off her barstool and stand her up in front of me, pulling her close and running my hands up and down her sweet ass. “What did you say your name was again?”
She laughs at me and tosses her long hair over her shoulder. “I didn’t say. It’s Twyla. Twyla Gentry. I am always ready for some fun handsome.”
I grab her face and kiss her. I have my eyes on Peg. I want her to know I am enjoying what this bitch has to offer. Twyla throws her arms around my neck and then she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I am manhandling her ass and then I reach for the bottle of Jack on the bar and pull it up to my mouth and take a swig. Peg is just standing there, watching.
I start to trail my mouth down Twyla’s neck, and then I reach in and unlace her shirt and pull her tits out of her skimpy pushup bra. I pull one into my mouth and lick and suck it as I watch Peg. She’s not moving. I need to her to get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to do this to her but she’s the one that put the brakes on us, not me. This is for her own good. She ain’t ready to play with the big boys, so she needs to get the fucking message. Go the fuck away.
As I continue licking this bitch’s tits, I decide it’s time to end Peg’s voyeuristic assessment of me. I grab the bitch and the bottle of Jack and yell over to Tank, “Brother, gonna borrow your room for a little bit. Mine’s occupied.”
Tank nods and throws me the keys. He’s looking at me kind of funny but shrugs it off and goes back to his flavor of the night. I tug Twyla closer to let her feel how hard my dick is. She
lets out a squeal.
Damn, baby, you’re fucking rock hard. Is that thing registered as a lethal weapon? If not, it should be.” That just added fuel to the Peg fire. I can feel her stare all over me. I will her to just go the fuck away, but she doesn’t move from her spot in the doorway. I walk Lil Miss Sunshine and my bottle of Jack in her direction. Here goes nothing.
I shove my tongue into Twyla’s mouth to shut up her stupid giggling. I keep my eyes dead set on Peg’s as I carry this bitch to Tank’s room. It’s then I see the tears running down her face. She never blinks or moves as I shove past her with Twyla wrapped around my body. Fuck her!
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Peggy
I can’t believe he did that to me. In front of me, like I was trash. I know he was angry with me about stopping him. He said he wanted to be with me and then, when I said no, he turns to a whore for comfort? Zeke is definitely not the man for me. I’m glad I found out before we went any further.
It’s not that I didn’t want to be with him, but he scares me. I feel so drawn to him, but he’s not the man I pictured myself loving and having in my life, or in my son’s life. He’s lives a fast life and last night proved to me that I can never trust him.
I hate that man. If I hate him, why do I want him so bad? Lord, help me, I need to get away from this place. I need to think things through. I have nothing left in Alabama, but I can’t stay here and see him every day with other women. Touching them like I want to be touched. Why couldn’t I just let him in, let him touch me? I was burning for his touch.
God that man can kiss. He lit my body on fire. I just need to shake him out of my mind. I need to focus on Tucker and getting my life settled with Faith. I have no idea if we’re staying in Arizona or going onto Kentucky.
I need to talk to Faith. I wish she’d hurry the hell up and get out here so we can go. I’m starving. I need to get out of this clubhouse and away from these people.
As I pace back and forth, waiting on Faith to meet me so we can leave, I notice the girl that Zeke took to Tank’s room with him last night. Oh, Lord, please just let me get out of this place before she says something to me. I don’t want to talk to her.
I sit down on the couch with Tucker; he’s fussing pretty badly this morning. I think he’s starting to teethe. He’s constantly drooling and he’s so cranky lately. I love my son, but it’s so hard to do this alone. I just wish I could get a break for a few hours to just sleep.
I have Tucker’s binky in my hand, ready to pop it in his mouth, and then I hear her. That voice. Trash.
“Well, well, well. Look at you. Ain’t you a good mommy? Your kid’s cute. Such a shame the Ziggy hates kids. Wanna know what he likes?”
I try to ignore her. God, grant me the serenity. Please grant it now. I look at her and try to maintain the smile on my face. I want to get up and slap this cheap whore. She continues to yammer on.
“Well, last night Ziggy decided that he likes it when I suck his cock and use my tongue in a creative way on his piercing.”
I stand up and grab Tucker’s diaper bag. To hell with this girl. I need to get out of here.
She stops me and places her hand on my son. “Don’t you even put your scummy hands on my son.” I snatch Tucker back towards my body away from her.
I see Tank standing at the bar, watching everything unfold between me and this trailer trash. I walk Tucker over to the Neanderthal.
“Here. Uncle Tank, hold him and keep him safe. I have some trash to take out.” He stands there looking at me, and I give him the meanest look I can to let him know I’m serious. He scoffs at me and then holds his arms out to take Tucker.
“Come here, Lil Man. Your mama thinks she’s going take out some trash. I sure as hell don’t see that happening, boy, do you?” He lets out a deep laugh and Tucker smiles at him and snaps out of his grumpy mood. What the heck, Tucker? Traitor.
I slowly walk over to Ms. Trailer Trash as she’s laughing it up with her friend over by the bar. No one touches my child without an invitation. Her friend notices me stalking toward them and elbows her in the ribs. Twyla looks over at me and laughs. Apparently she doesn’t realize I can fight, and I fight well. Looks can be deceiving. I am usually a lady, but not today.
I go straight for that blond hair of hers. I grab her and pull her close so we are face to face.
“Look here, little Ms. Trailer Trash. I don’t give two cents about what you and Ziggy did last night. I don’t care that you sucked his dick, nor do I care if he’s pierced or not. That’s your business. I would kindly request that you keep your skanky sex life to yourself. I also would like to inform you that if you ever lay your nasty, trashy hands on my precious son again, I will lay you out. Do you feel me?” Oh, dear lord, I’ve picked up their disgusting slang.
She tries to pull away from me, but I tighten my grip on her hair and tug her closer. “I said, do you feel me?”
She nods her head yes. I let her go and, just as I turn to walk back to get Tucker, the broad runs toward me, screaming like a maniac. I duck my head to avoid her slamming into me. I manage to grab her around her waist and throw her up against the wall.
“Girl, you don’t want to go there with me. Just back off.”
She tries to grab my hair but I’m too quick. I give her one more warning to back off. She’s stupid and tries to smack me so I double up my fist and punch her in the mouth. She flies back against the wall. She’s got a dazed look on her face and then she slides down the wall. She’s out like a light. “Bitch, I warned you to back off. Next time, you better listen.”
I walk over to Tank to get Tucker back. He looks amused.
“Well, Lil Mama. I never expected that from you. I’m impressed. Say, next time I need some muscle, I am gonna give you a call to back me up.” Okay, so I kind of like this guy.
I grab Tucker, and just as I am heading for Ryder’s room to go get Faith’s lazy butt out of bed, I see her walk through the doorway. She looks awful. Like death warmed over.
“What did I miss?” she asks.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle. Come on, let’s go eat.”
I tell Faith that I will drive since she looks like crap and she might fall over.
I offer to drive since she looks like she might fall over.
“You okay, hon?”
She shakes her head. “Not really. I woke up nauseous and puked twice.”
“Faith, sweetie. When was the date of your last period?”
“I know what you’re thinking, Pegs, but there is no way that I can be pregnant. I’m late but I’ve been so stressed out and you know that when I stress out, my period gets whacked. I think I am just upset over what happened with Ryder yesterday and I didn’t eat much last night.”
“Faith, let’s stop at the drugstore and pick up a test, just to be sure.”
She huffs out a loud breath. “Whatever.”
I pull into the drugstore in town and tell her to wait in the car with Tucker. “Shit, Peggy, I told you I am not pregnant. I don’t know why you want to waste your money on this.”
I know she’s torn up over finding Ryder with that bitch yesterday and then finding out about a son and with his little freak out. I can’t say I don’t blame her for her mood, but this has to be done.
“Okay, hon, you can sit there and deny the possibility, but if you are pregnant, Ryder has to know as soon as possible and you need to start prenatal care. It’s important for a healthy baby. I am only looking out for you, Faith Anne.”
“Okay, Peggy Sue, go buy the test and I will take it. Are you happy now?”
I shut the car door and slip off inside the store to purchase a pregnancy test. After finishing up in the store, I get back into the driver seat and hand her the bag with the test. She sits up and rolls her eyes. I am starved and I need to feed Tucker soon.
I certainly don’t want to go back to the clubhouse right now. I hope that Ms. Trailer Trash has left by the time I get back and Zeke isn’t back yet. I don’t think I can face him. I turn
to Faith; she’s got the box out and she’s reading it.
“So what do ya say we head over to that diner we saw on the way into town? I don’t know about you, but I am starving. I also need to feed Tucker soon.”
She nods and we head over to Lily’s Diner on the other side of town. Faith lays her head against the window, still looking sick. Poor girl. I remember how bad I was hit with morning sickness. It was rough and I hate that she’s going through this, even though she’s in denial right now.
We pull in to the parking lot and I notice Ryder’s motorcycle across the street at the gym. I think I need to get Faith inside quick. I unfasten Tucker and grab his diaper bag.
“Come on, let’s get inside and get this over with.”
She clutches the bag tightly to her chest and leads the way into the diner. They aren’t too busy so I take a seat in the back. I don’t want Ryder spotting us from the windows.
“Did you read the directions? Basically all you do is take the lid off the tip and shove it into the urine stream and let it sit for three minutes. One line it’s negative and two lines, well, it’s positive. I’d go in with you, but I have to feed Tucker.”
“Yeah, I can do it. Be right back.”
Chapter 18 -
Faith
I walk into the small bathroom at the diner. I don’t think she noticed but I saw Ryder’s bike across the street at the gym. How did you get to this place in your life, Faith? I hear my father’s voice in my head.
I lock the door and pull the box out of the paper bag. “Find out if you’re pregnant in five minutes or less. Almost sounds like I’m at a drive thru window,” I say to myself and look in the mirror. “Well, you ready to change your life forever.” If someone was to walk in on my right now, they would think I am the craziest chick in the world.
I walk over to the stall and close the door. Who knows who has a key to these bathrooms? All I need is for someone to walk in while I’m peeing on this fucking stick. “‘Best time to take this test is first thing in the morning.’ Well, that’s not going to happen. ‘Hold the test into your urine stream for 20 seconds.’ Disgusting!” Oh, suck it up Faith!
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