by Dana Arden
Her legs begin to quake as I pound her pussy into ecstasy. “Come for me.” With a few more thrust, her pussy quivers and chokes my cock and I follow with my own release. We collapse to the couch as a sweaty, panting heap.
Catching my breath, I pull her to me and kiss the top of her head. “It feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from. I’ve missed you and the kids so much in the past weeks.”
She runs her fingernails along my stomach gently making them clench. “We missed you too. Emerson was a mess.”
“I got to see them before the meeting. Xander was a mess. He’s not going to know what to do with himself in the morning when we show up.” I chuckle. “At least I get to make good on my promise to bring you home even though I’m not responsible for it.”
She shakes her head no. “You are responsible for me showing up at the Clubhouse. My intentions were to hide out.”
“What?”
“I figured with me out of the picture she’d disappear. This has been a game for her. When she gets everything she wants, she usually leaves. I still don’t know what her endgame really is.”
I relax against her. “I don’t think we’ll ever know. I’m just relieved that you’re not at the bottom of Pine Lake and tomorrow, my family will be complete like it’s always supposed to be.”
“Me too.” She yawns.
I stand with her hand in mine bringing her up with me. “Let’s go get cleaned up and then break the headboard.” She giggles as she follows me to our room where I proceed to clean her pussy with my tongue extensively.
Twenty minutes later, we’re spooned on the bed with Razz’s ass cradled against my hard cock. She presses her ass firmly against my cock and wiggles her hips making me groan. “Babe, I thought you were tired. If you keep that up, I’m going to give your pussy what she wants.”
“I’m never too tired for your dick, Trigger. My pussy craves your thick cock filling and stretching her out.” She whispers.
“Fuck, babe.” I lift her leg over my hip and my cock finds her wet and ready for his intrusion. I slowly enter her until I bottom out. I make sure each stroke of my cock against her walls is unhurried as her pants ramp up and she’s digging her nails into my ass. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me hard until I cum and you spill inside me.”
I hold her thigh and maneuver myself on to my knees with her still on her side and her leg stretched out against my chest. “As you wish.” I grunt as I cram my cock back into her tight cunt. Fuck slow and steady. If my woman wants to feel me with every step she takes tomorrow, she will and I’ll be a proud motherfucker knowing that I made her walk funny.
I continue to slam into her until she screams my name and cums all over my cock. As I follow her, I hear the faint sound of I love you from her lips before she drifts into oblivion.
Chapter 20
Razz
Stretching and releasing the stiffness from my body, my arm bumps into a hot, hard body at my side. I roll to face Trigger’s strong back and curl my body around him. Cocooning him with my arms and legs, I bury my nose into his back. Dragging my hand lower past his stomach, through his curls and to his impressive length, I squeeze the base of his cock as it grows under my touch. I glide tightly up and down until he’s moaning and fucking my hand.
As he rolls to his back, I straddle his hips, lifting and sliding little by little until I’ve taken him to the hilt. His eyes remain closed as I slowly lift and sit on his dick. I pick up speed and lose myself in the sensation of him filling me until he grips my hips and starts jerking my hips down.
“Trigger.” I moan as I begin to crest over the edge. “I’m close.”
“I know, baby. I can feel your pussy constricting my cock.” He groans.
Within a few minutes, I’m writhing and drenching Trigger with my cum.
“Fuck, babe.” Trigger draws out as he stills and empties inside me. I collapse on top of him with my face plastered to his neck. He rubs my back lightly. “I can wake up like that every day.”
I giggle. “Me too.”
He pats my ass. “We need to get up and get the kids.”
I gradually roll off his body and flop to my back. “Yep,” I sigh, “time to bring our babies home.”
I get out of bed as a loud crack echoes through the room and I jump at the sting on my ass. Turning, Trigger has a cocky smirk on his face. “That wasn’t very nice.” I chastise.
“Maybe not, but my hand print looks delicious on your ass.” He licks his lips.
“I’m going to take a shower by myself.” I huff. “If we had more time, I’d entertain your sudden need to put your hand prints on my ass.” I stalk off to the bathroom and lock the door to the sound of him laughing.
***
Forty-five minutes later, we’re pulling up to my grandfather’s house getting out of the Tahoe that magically appeared in our driveway this morning. Before we even close our doors, the front door is swung open and the kids are charging outside towards us.
“Razz.” Xander screams and drops to his knees.
I rush to him and pick him up. “Xander, baby.” I swathe him in my warmth as he cries on my shoulder. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go inside.” I attempt to put him down but he holds on tighter. “Okay, I’ll carry you for now, but man you’re heavy.” I chuckle and receive a sniffle in return. Looking over my shoulder, I see Trigger has Emerson in a similar position.
We enter the house to the squeals of the other kids in the house and find Rudy and Queenie along with Nicole in the kitchen. I set Xander down in a stool next to Rudy who pulls me into a hug. When he releases me, I make my way to the cabinet and pull out two mugs and fill them with coffee for Trigger and me.
I set them on the island and Trigger puts the sugar in our cups as I go to the fridge and get the cream. I fill mine until it’s a light mocha color. Sue me. I’d rather have a little coffee with my cream and sugar.
“So,” I mutter, “how did it go last night with your guest?”
Rudy shrugs. “I guess as good as can be expected. Benny became her lap dog. She requested clean sheets even though the sheets that were on her bed were clean. She wanted hypoallergenic pillows. Whatever the fuck they are? She got hypo-sweat-and-man-stink pillows, but they did have clean pillow cases.” Trigger shakes silently beside me trying to hide his humor in the situation. “Buzzard called this morning and told me bitch-face complained about her scrambled eggs and bacon. She’s just being petty thinking if she annoys us long enough we’ll get tired of it.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.” Trigger grunts. “So you stayed here last night.” He questions his dad who nods. “Couldn’t even let Ma have a sleepover without you.”
“Shut it.” Rudy grits. “You’d have been here too if Razz was here. I don’t like sleeping in an empty bed.”
Queenie laughs. “More like he doesn’t want to miss anything.”
“You hush, woman.” Rudy rumbles.
“How were the kids last night?” I direct to Queenie.
“They were good. They wanted to go back to the Clubhouse when Rudy got here so they could be with Trigger.” She side-eyes Trigger. “I told them that he’d be here in the morning and that appeased them enough for them to go to sleep.”
“Have they had breakfast yet?” Trigger asks. Queenie and Rudy shake their heads no. “Y’all want to go to Moe’s.” They nod. “I’ll text Spook and see if they want to come.” He pulls out his phone and types for a few. “They’ll meet us there.” He looks to Nicole.” Do y’all want to go?” Nicole shakes her head and Trigger nods.
The kids rush off after Trigger tells them to get their stuff and they meet us at the door. Queenie and Rudy follow us to Moe’s.
Chapter 21
Trigger
Breakfast was as to be expected when you have a two year old and six month old at the table. Food was thrown as the kids giggled and the adults tried to get them under control. Cyan, my nephew, was the show stopper when he got a hold of Greer’s
coffee cup and swiped it off the table. Greer froze as Spook just shook his head at his son. I can guarantee that Moe’s and its patrons were glad to see us leave.
I relished in the drive home. The kids chatted and sung off tune along with Razz and her screeching rendition ofGrandma got run over by a reindeer. The beginnings of Jingle Bell Rock started but were cut short when we got further down our driveway to what looked like a Harley dealership. At least fifteen bikes as well as Dani’s Excursion and Lily’s car.
“Um, Trigger, were you expecting company.” Razz whispers.
“No, but I guess I should of realized something was up when my dad, mom, Greer and Spook followed us home too.”
“Don’t you think they should’ve let us know they were having a shindig at our place before they started to invade?”
“Razz,” I look at her scrunched up face, “you’ve been around the club long enough to know they don’t need a reason to party.”
“Sure, but I’d have liked to know that I was having so much company. I’ve got a shitload of stuff to do today. We’ve got to get a tree. I have to go shopping again since the presents are still probably sitting in a parking lot in Florida. I have to wrap those presents. Then there’s Christmas Eve dinner at the Clubhouse tomorrow.”
I interlock our hands and squeeze. “We’ll get it all done. Don’t fret.”
“Fine.” She huffs. “Let’s get this show on the road. The sooner we get in, the sooner everyone will leave.” She crosses her fingers and looks to the roof of the Tahoe as if praying for patience.
Once the kids are out of their seats, they are racing to the door. They bust through the door and Emerson screams. She shakes her head vigorously and covers her mouth. Razz takes off for the door and I follow trying to figure out what Emerson’s so excited about.
Rounding the corner of the foyer, I collide with Razz’s back as she comes to an abrupt stop. A fucking huge Frasier fir lite up like the tree in Times Square with teal, purple and silver balls is sitting against the window in the living room. My mouth drops and I’m speechless. Underneath, it is loaded with presents.
“What the fuck?” Razz mutters under her breath.
Dani, Greer, Lily and my mom stand beside the tree and yell surprise. Razz and I are still motionless. We’ve only been gone two hours max and they’ve managed to get a tree, decorate it and put an obscene amount of presents under it.
“Where the hell did y’all get these presents?” I bellow.
Razz looks sheepishly up at me and I shake my head. “If these came from Florida then they got them from the house as well as my shopping trip the day I was kidnapped.”
“Jesus, Razz. Did you buy all of Toys‘ R’Us?” I ask teasingly.
She blushes. “I wanted them to have a big Christmas this year with everything that went on and I might’ve gone a little over board.”
“I’d say.” My dad says from behind us. “Poison and Banshee were winded just from carrying them in the Clubhouse so the girls could wrap them.”
I look around the room to see Poison and Banshee. I take a double take at him. His once dark hair now resembles a calico cat. It’s multicolored with brown, blonde, red and faded orange.
He glares at me and flips me off. I can’t help but laugh at his stupid ass. I yell one word across the room to him. “Lily!” That gets me a double finger salute. Poison smirks beside him and shrugs.
I bring my attention back to the tree to see that the women are missing and that includes my woman. Before I can go on the hunt, Ryker saddles up beside me and hands me a beer.
“It’s a little early to drinking don’tcha think.”
“Nope, I was up most of the night handing tape and wrapping paper to Dani instead of sinking deep inside her just so you’d have a Christmas tree with some presents under it.” He says gruffly.
Shrugging off the thought of him humping my cousin, I respond. “I’d say I was sorry, but that would be lying and since I’ve got kids that look up to me, I can’t.”
He chuckles. “So since you’ve got kids now, you think you’re all grown up.” I give him a chin lift. “Hmmm, we’ll see about that.”
“As stimulating as this conversation has been, I think I’ll go find my wife.” He chuckles as I head to the kitchen where the women are huddled over the island with their heads together. “What are y’all doing?” They jump and I know they’re up to no good.
Greer looks at me blankly. “Nothing. What are you doing?” She sasses.
“I came to check on Razz.” I crowd behind her and place by chin on her shoulder trying to see the piece of paper she’s semi-covering with her hand. “What’s that?” I whisper in her ear.
“Um, last minute Christmas presents. We’re going to go out later today and try to find them if they aren’t sold out.”
“Mmhmmm. Why do I get the feeling that you’re not telling me the God’s honest truth?”
“Well, you see,” she stammers, “I didn’t get gifts from Santa to set out so we thought since everyone was here and the kids would be plenty occupied, we could slip out for a few hours.”
“So,” I take in all the women, “all of you have presents to get.” Greer scowls while the rest of them nod. “And your solution is to leave a bunch of bikers with the kids.”
“Yes, jackass.” Greer snorts. “We aren’t exactly going to take them with us. The whole point of Santa gifts are that they are a surprise.”
“I understand, but what I don’t understand is why I can’t go along with your husbands. I mean it’s not hard to find a sitter around here.” I point to the living room.
Razz coughs, Greer and Ma glare, Dani shakes her head and Lily looks at her hands on the counter. They are up to something.
Razz presses her ass against my dick and purrs, “how are we supposed to get surprise Christmas lingerie for our husbands if they are with us? Shit, Trigger, you’re ruining yours and their,” she waves to the living room, “Christmas night lingerie nookie surprises.”
Well, fuck. She’s got me there. I step back from her and adjust my hardening cock. Not the time or place, buddy. “Alrighty then, y’all have fun and Razz,” I say over my shoulder as I exit the kitchen, “make sure it’s purple and crotchless.”
They don’t even wait for me to be through the entryway before I hear them scurry to get their purses and then the kitchen door slams shut.
I stride over to Ryker, Spook, Chase, Poison, Banshee, and my dad who seem to be having an intense conversation. Just one day of no heavy shit would be much appreciated.
“Hey, I thought y’all might want to know that we have babysitting duty as the women just jetted out the door to go shopping.”
My dad rotates his head to the tree with its abundance of gifts and sighs. “What the fuck else could they need that isn’t already under that damn tree?”
“Don’t ask me. They were very secretive and gave me some shit about Christmas lingerie, which I’m sure they’ll get now. The whole scene smelled fishy.”
“When it comes to Greer, there’s always an ulterior motive.” Spook grunts. “Then add in Dani and Razz, and there’s no telling what the fuck they are up to.”
Chase groans. “Shit, Lily conned me out of my credit card this morning. The presents under our tree are just as bad as that,” he motions his head to my tree, “and there’s no possible way we need more shit to be scattered around the house. I step on fucking Legos every day and Sienna’s babies are just as bad. Try sitting down in your favorite recliner after a long day and have a doll’s arm probe your ass. It’s not the relaxation I’m looking for.”
“I’ve got four kids and I’m proud to say that our tree doesn’t have quite as many,” Ryker adds, “less clean up and less shit to put away.”
Spook just shakes his head. “I don’t give a flying fuck what Greer buys for the kids as long as they’re happy. Money can be earned, but happiness can be easily taken away.”
We tap our beers together and I silently contemplate what the
fuck else Razz needs for the kids that she doesn’t already have.
Chapter 22
Razz
We pile into my Tahoe as Greer hollers something about Merry fucking Christmas bejeweled assholes. Yes, we’ve decided that at the exchange of gifts tomorrow night that all the men at the Chaotic’s including Poison and Banshee are getting the infamous Razzle Dazzle jeans.
Don’t shake your heads at me. It wasn’t even my idea. You can show your disgust to the matriarch of this crew. Queenie.
She’s managed to sneak in all the guys’ rooms and get their jean sizes. We figured we’d make a quick trip to Cumming Towne Center, clear out Old Navy of some men’s jeans and go to Michael’s to get the necessary jewels and Bedazzlers. Oh and while at Old Navy, we picked up some pretty pink polos for the men.
We can’t have them slacking in the fashion department.
The only issue we encountered was whose house was going to be bejeweling central for the next few hours. Mine was definitely off the list as it was crowded with bikers and kids. Queenie’s was too close to mine. Lily’s wouldn’t have enough room for us to spread out. Greer offered but then decided against since Spook would just come home when the kids started getting cranky. So, Dani’s house it was.
After two hours of hustling around to get the necessities, here we are laid out in Dani’s living room floor surrounded by jeans and jewels. I’m on cloud nine. I love this shit. I love plastering these shining gems. The excitement that radiates us as we sit here emasculating the men in leather is exhilarating.
Kid in a candy store excited. Nope. Surrounded by shiny diamonds as they fall through my fingers like sand. Yep.
I can’t say for the others, but my cheeks hurt from the broad smile that hasn’t left me since we piled into my Tahoe.
“Okay, ladies.” Queenie claps her hands. “We need to find a motto for all the men. Lily, you’re going to be our wrapping and tagging expert. Dani, you and Greer will be the ones searching the internet for catchy phrases for each man’s jeans. Razz and I will be the bedazzling experts, but if Rudy asks, she did it.” She arches an eyebrow at me.
