by Sky Winters
CHAPTER 7
“I thought you didn’t like my guys,” Calvin said to her as he played with her hair. They had just spent the evening relaxing at his studio apartment. She had been pleasantly surprised at how neatly he kept his place, and she had felt right at home as she curled up on the sofa with the throw covering her bare feet.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she told him. “I despise what you do, but I can’t say I don’t admire how you do it. I don’t even know how you keep those men in line. I mean, what if someone comes after you?”
He sighed and stroked her face. “I am sorry you had to see that the other night with Johnny and Sax, but no one is coming after me.”
“How do you know that? Any day someone could get angry enough to want to retaliate and then what would happen? I mean, I know you are tough enough to handle your own but…what?” she asked when she saw that he was laughing now.
“It’s just amusing watching how worked up you’re getting,” he told her. “It’s kind of cute.”
“It won’t be when they smash your face in,” she said, and she was developing a pout as she spoke.
Calvin was laughing harder by this, and before she could continue, he pulled her to him. “I’ll be fine,” he told her and kissed her.
She hesitated at first, but like all the other times before in the past month, she either could not refuse him, or she was that attracted to him she didn’t desire to. She opened her mouth and received him in the same moment that his hand found her breast. He squeezed gently at first, and then lowered his head to nip her on the peak. She felt the goose pimples stand at attention as he did, and she trembled when he slid his hand up her skirt to feel her throbbing invite. He sucked in a deep breath, and moved to push her skirt to her waist. He bit his lips and moved his hand up between her skin and the cotton underwear she wore. Then, he deftly pulled back and the thin fabric followed him down her thigh. He did the same with the other side, and when she lay exposed, he buried his face where she desired him the most at the moment.
She quivered as she felt his tongue traverse her slow erection, and she sensed the tenderness when it grew ripe and ready for him. He shifted her legs and pulled the underwear to her ankles, and when she lifted her leg out, he kissed her calf, her inner thigh, and then the soft moist spot that had grown red hot and burning with need. He inserted his two prominent fingers, curling them inside to meet her g-spot, and as she shook, he covered her clit with his mouth.
Trisha grew wild, and her heart pounded inside her chest. She dug her hand into his thick mane of hair. Something about the way the stubble on his face scratched her skin made her hornier, and she pressed him further onto her. By this Calvin had grown ripe with need, and he dipped his hand inside the waist of his sweat pants and pulled out his aching member. He turned her onto her side, and with his hand gripping her ass he forced his way into her. She dug into the fabric of the sofa as he moved about inside. She felt the sensations overwhelm her, and she began to grow dizzy. Calvin gripped her breast as he dug into her, and she moaned loudly as he pulled back and filled her again. And again. And again. Their breathing grew wild in the otherwise quiet space, and Calvin somehow managed to slip under her so that she was now on top of him, and her back towards him. He gripped the outline of her ass as she covered him, and as she rode, he moved her hips in a circular motion. He could feel himself growing larger and larger inside her, and before he did the unthinkable, he felt her flood him with her cum. He gritted his teeth.
“Oh, baby, now I am going to fuck you hard.”
He flipped her over on her knees, squeezing her swollen breast from behind. He plunged deep inside of her, and fucked her with wild abandon. As he felt his force rush from him, he pulled her hips toward his penis, and let her have it all.
Her body still heaved after they were through, and then she moved. She turned to face him, a smile spreading over her entire face, and he brought her back to relax on top of him. She curled up there, without saying a word, and it was then that she acknowledged how much he had grown to mean to her. And how much she never wanted to let him go, despite the number of years between them.
“I should have been with an older man all along,” she chuckled.
“Well, your only mine now.”
CHAPTER 8
Trisha stood looking at the device in her hand, her mouth agape and the color all but gone from her features. She knew what the double lines meant, but she hoped something was wrong with it. As if in answer to her internal questions and doubts, she felt the gastric acid rising inside her gullet, and she barely made it to the toilet bowl before the fluid came pouring out. She heaved as she felt like she would spill her organs. After a few bouts she only gagged and yakked, bringing nothing out but air and fright.
When she was feeling slightly normal again, she slid to the ground and rested against the bowl as the tears trickled down her face. Her mind immediately went on Aiden, and then her mother, and how she was already struggling. How would she cope with a baby on the way? What was even worse was that she had no idea how he would take the news. What would a biker, the leader of a gang, be doing with a baby?
“Are you okay?” she heard her mother call from outside the bathroom.
She quickly wiped the tears away and stood up. “Yeah ma. I’ll be right out.” She leaned against the sink and stared into eyes she did not recognize and then her eyes traveled to her stomach. Involuntarily her hand went there, and she felt the spot where her new baby had already begun to grow.
She trudged through the rest of the day after that, and by the time rolled around for her to get to work, her energy level had hit rock bottom. Calvin came in, like he always did, but she wasn’t sure how to look at him.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked her.
“Nothing,” she told him and went about her regular duties. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, and he noticed how frequently she disappeared into the back room. Something was going on with her, and he needed to know what.
“What’s got you more sour than usual?” a customer asked as he downed his shot glass of whiskey.
She was so close to him the breath he exhaled formed an invisible smog over her face, and almost immediately she felt like retching. She rushed to the back and into the bathroom for what felt like the millionth time that night. Upon her return Trisha saw Calvin looking oddly at her, just before he left the bar. She was relieved she wouldn’t have to face him at the end of the night, but her mood wasn’t lightened in the slightest bit.
The was looking at her strangely when she returned. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say…”
“No one asked you anything,” she snapped and cut him off. She spotted Ron coming in then, and she moved towards him. “Hey, I’m not feeling so good tonight,” she told him. She kept her eyes averted so he couldn’t read what was on her mind. “Would you mind if I left early? It’s only about three hours for my shift to end.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” he said. “I got this.”
“Thanks Ron,” she said and hurried to grab her things. The cool night air on her face relieved her somewhat of the nausea. She had just started walking to the corner when she saw him standing across the street. When he saw she had seen him, he skipped across the street and came right before her.
“Are you pregnant?” he asked her.
Trisha’s eyes peeled at the suddenness of his question. And more importantly its accuracy. “Wh-what?” she stuttered.
“I know the marks of it,” he replied. He stood there waiting for her to reply, and she shifted around on her feet and then stared at the pavement. “Did you plan to tell me? How long have you known?”
“I only found out this morning,” she replied. “I mean, I’ve been seeing some signs but I didn’t want to believe it.”
“Wow,” he said and raked his hair with his hands. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” she echoed. She looked up at him then, and she was surprised at what she saw. He didn’t seem at all pertur
bed by the news. As a matter of fact, he was smiling. “You like this news?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?” he asked. “I am just…I didn’t once think it would happen again.”
“Again? You have been trying?!” she asked almost angrily. She didn’t want to think that he had been deliberately trying to impregnate her.
“No, not you,” he told her. She sighed with relief when he answered, but his intentions were not in question now; she was pregnant nonetheless. “So, how do you feel? How far along are you? Should you be around all that alcohol still?” The words flowed from him like water from a tap, but she just stood there looking at him.
“Are you even listening to yourself?” she asked him. “Calvin, I am already struggling to maintain my son and mother, and now there is another baby on the way,” she said as the tears began running down her face again. “I don’t know what I should do, or what I am going to do.”
“Hey,” he said and came over to hug her. She stepped back and held her hands out. “What…what…?” he wasn’t sure what to ask, or what to do as he found himself in extremely unfamiliar territory. “Look, it is a bit chilly out here. Let me take you home.”
She wiped her eyes and looked around. “That’s fine. I think I’ll take cab,” she said and backed away. When she was a few feet off she turned, and Calvin was left standing on the pavement wondering what he had missed. The elation he had felt earlier was suddenly replaced by concern and confusion as he watched her back disappear around the bend. Then he turned and went back into the bar; he needed something strong to drink.
CHAPTER 9
“Hey, you ridin’ today?” Crusher asked Calvin. The man was sitting on his motorcycle with a rag in his hand. He had been adjusting the brakes, and was now rubbing off the grease that had blackened his hands.
“Nah,” he replied and paid undue focus to the simple task of cleaning his hand.
“You sure?” Crusher asked. “Hornets were spotted fishing in our territory. Johnny…”
“If I hear that mother fucker’s name one more time…where the hell is he by the way?” Calvin spat. Ever since he had taken over the club Johnny had been nothing but a thorn in his side. It seemed he was in a permanent state of rebellion since he had wanted to take over ruler ship of the club; a position Calvin would have given to him if he had shown himself capable.
The only reason he had assumed leadership was because his brother had made it out to be an inheritance; something he had to do. But he had grown accustomed to the life, having lived it for several years, and being at the top for a few months. Now, the things he would normally be engaging in were slowly becoming shadows behind Trisha’s news of the baby. Johnny was the last thing he needed to deal with now.
“He’s around back with the guys,” Crusher answered.
“Let him stay there. You and the others can ride; that’s not for me today,” he said and tossed the rag onto the seat.
Crusher stood looking at him for a few seconds before walking off. The man had a distant look in his eyes, one he had never seen before, and he could tell company would not be the thing he needed. “Alright,” he said. When he turned the corner Calvin heard him whistle, then a few murmurs, and later, the sound of thunder as all the engines came to life at once. Calvin watched the cloud of dust that followed them out of the yard, and then took out his phone absently.
Trisha hadn’t spoken to him in days; ever since he had discovered her pregnancy. He slid his hand across the phone to unlock the screen, and dial her number-one he knew by heart. But as usual, it rang and went straight to voicemail. He was not content with waiting on her to show up, and with his heart in his hand, he got on his motorcycle and sped to her home.
The woman who answered the door looked him up and down before responding to him. He surmised she must be her mother, since he had not met her before. “May I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here to…” the words fell short when he saw her approaching.
“Mama, it’s okay,” she said as she hurried down the hallway. “What are you doing here?” she asked him. She stood uncomfortably with the grocery bag across her midsection.
“Do you mind?” he asked as he held his hand out so he could to assist her.
She shifted on her legs and then nodded. He took the bag and followed her inside. Her mother was still sneaking looks at him, but she never volunteered an introduction. It took him by surprise when she ambled over to him.
“Are you the man who got my Trisha pregnant?” she asked directly. She stood there looking at him as she waited for the answer.
“Ma!” Trisha replied as she tried to shut her up.
“I want to know, because you already have a child without a father, so I want to know if this one will do better,” she said, as she folded her arms across her chest.
Calvin stood there, looking from one to the other and not knowing exactly how to respond. “I..” was all that came from him, so stricken was he with embarrassment.
“Well?” the woman asked as she looked him over. “You seem like a capable man, despite those ugly marks on your skin. Do you have any more children?” She was referring to the one tattoo on his forearm that was visible now that he wasn’t wearing a jacket.
Calvin had never undergone an inquisition but he suspected now what one must feel like. “No, ma’am,” he replied, as if choosing his words. “I had one.”
Trisha’s eyes went to him then, as he spilled information she had no knowledge of before. “Ma, just leave him alone,” she defended again. The woman made one last sweep before walking off, just as Aiden came running in. Calvin watched her leave with the toddler, and then he returned his attention to Trisha.
“I didn’t know you had a child,” she told him, as she turned her back to unpack the small parcel of groceries.
“There are many things you don’t know about me,” he replied and made his way over to her. “And even more you didn’t even bother to ask,” he said as he insinuated their unborn child.
“There is nothing to talk about,” she said.
“I think there is,” he said and forced her to face him. “Do you think you have to do this alone?”
“I think I might,” she told him, her voice suddenly getting shaky. “Look at you, and the life you live. It was a mistake to get so caught up, and now we have involved a baby into things and I…” She sighed, as the words died in the air. “I just don’t want to do this.”
“Are you hinting at something?” he asked accusatorily. He could tell in her voice she had been contemplating an abor…he couldn’t even bring himself to think the ugly word.
“I just think it would be better if…”
“Don’t even think about it Trisha,” he almost shouted. “This is my child too! My child! You have no right to do anything without talking with me. You don’t have to want him, but I do.” He was getting more emotional than he had ever known himself to be, and he could feel the fire growing to enormous proportions within him.
“So, what do I do?” she asked, tears coming to her eyes.
“Nothing,” he replied. “Just let me handle this.” He walked off then and she followed him to the door.
“What does that mean? Handle what?” she asked.
He stopped when he was in the hallway. Then he turned and looked at her, and she could see the hurt in his eyes. “Just don’t do anything without me.” And then he turned and walked away.
She stood there watching him as he opened the door to the stairwell and disappeared inside. She felt her mother come up behind her, which meant she had been listening all along too.
“How old is he by the way?” she asked.
“Ma,” Trisha replied in an irritated voice. “Just leave it alone.”
She followed her daughter back inside, and closed the door behind them. “I hope he was wrong,” she said.
Trisha pretended not to hear her, but she was already feeling ashamed of even having thought about it.
CHAPTER 10
The following days she was plagued with a sense of guilt and increasing anxiety. Her nausea had abated, if even for the moment, and she appreciated it. She was half expecting Calvin to show up later that night. But he didn’t. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Johnny enter, and then some of the other men. But no Calvin. Immediately she thought that he must be angrier with her than she had assumed. She held her head down and was overly attentive to the glass she was wiping.
“Hey!” she heard someone shout. “Refill?” The man was banging his glass on the counter and seemed to have been trying to get her attention for some time.
“Sorry Reg,” she said and moved to the man.
“What’s got you so out of it?” he asked when she got to him.
“Just family issues,” she replied. She poured the drink without another word and he didn’t ask. She kept watching the door, but her hopes were constantly dashed when each time the door opened it admitted another person she was paid to serve.
What she couldn’t ignore was the weird looks she kept getting from his men. They didn’t say much, but they were less rowdy than usual. And that didn’t change for the following three days. On the third night since he had visited her home, she had all but given up hope of seeing him. It didn’t make any sense to her why he would have gotten so passionate before, only to disappear after. She didn’t need another day to make up her mind about what she needed to do, and come the following day she had a necessary trip to make.
Her feet dragged behind her as she crossed the busy intersection. Her mind was swirling when she got to the door to the doctor’s office. She stood there, rooted to the spot as her heart thumped in her chest.
“Are you coming in?” the security guard asked as he held the door back.
She looked at him blankly, almost as if she was looking right through him. Then she stepped back, and started sobbing as she hurried back to the corner. Her eyes were so wet with tears, and the sound growing louder in her head the longer she stood there, that she was blinded to everything else around her. She wheeled madly around when she felt someone touch her, and she blinked rapidly to clear the mist.
