by KB Winters
“That’s a lot of nastiness coming from such a sweet little mouth.” Baz.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
Baz shook his head as he climbed the steps, putting his hand to the small of my back and pushing me inside. “Cash is back so my assistance is no longer required. Want to tell me why you were out here cursing like a biker?”
The last thing I wanted was to involve Baz in this so I slid the postcard into my back pocket and shook my head. “Nope.”
His mouth curled up into an amused smile that reminded of the young man I’d fallen in love with and I felt my knees wobble. I had to lock them to stop his effect on me. “Are we seriously going to do this?” He moved in, invading my space. One hand slid up to my waist and under my shirt, the pads of his fingers slid across my ribcage, teasing me. His other hand grabbed my ass and then, “Yeah that’s what I thought.”
“Hey!” I reached for the postcard he’d slid from my pocket, but Baz held it out of my reach. “Fucker.”
He just laughed when I pushed at him, grabbing my wrists in one hand as his gaze scanned the card. “Is this your asshole ex?” At my surprised look, he explained. “Jack told me.”
Of course he did. “Yeah it’s him. Somehow, he’s already found out where we are. He gets out soon and thinks we’ll be together.” I’d left because he had nine years of parole which meant he was stuck in Connecticut for the foreseeable fucking future.
“Hey, Sweetness. You know I’m not going to let that fucker near either one of you, don’t you?”
I did know and that was exactly why I didn’t want Baz involved. But I nodded because now that he knew Jack was his, I wouldn’t be able to keep him from interfering.
“Now,” he tossed the card on the table and pulled me by the waist until our bodies were pressed so close I could feel his heartbeat. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we?”
I felt his cock grow between us and all I could think about was how it would feel sliding between my thighs. Thrusting into me hard and fast, the way we almost always came together. My body was nothing more than a pool of lust and desire as he held me. My pussy clenched and my breasts hung heavy, my nipples hard and aching. I hissed out a breath when his hips pressed hard into me.
“I can’t hear you Trina.”
That snapped me out of my lust fueled haze. “I told you I’d talk to Jack in my own time.”
“I appreciate that Trina, I really do. But,” he grabbed my ass and lifted me, forcing my legs to tighten around his waist. “That’s not the business I’m talking about. This is,” he told me, brushing his lips against mine so softly I let out a whimper. His lips were soft and warm as they pressed their way down my neck, leaving a trail of wet heat that lit my body on fire.
I moaned. Or maybe I whimpered as his cock rocked onto me and then we were falling onto my bed and his hands slipped into the waistband of my pants, cupping my pussy and letting his fingertips brush against my swollen lips. “Baz.” It’d been too long since a man touched me like this and even longer since the right man had. “Oh Baz,” I moaned as one finger and then two slipped inside. My pussy clenched and flooded with moisture, letting his fingers slide faster and deeper until I cried out and moved against his hand.
“Yeah Sweetness, I want you to come. Come all over my hand, leave it sticky and wet.” He pumped fast and hard bringing me closer and closer to orgasm and then he stopped.
“What the fuck Baz?”
“Sorry babe, I need more.” He yanked down my shorts and panties, pulling off my bra and tank top before standing back to look me over. “Fuck you’re so goddamn sexy.” He dropped down on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, palming my thighs to spread me indecently wide. “There’s that pretty pink pussy I missed,” he groaned, drawing close to inhale the scent of my arousal. He licked me over and over, long and slow from my asshole to my clit and back down. My gaze transfixed by his slow movements, his hungry gaze.
Then his tongue slipped inside me and I floated into another dimension. “Fuck Baz, yeah. Oh yes!” His tongue never ceased to amaze me. He worked me over hard, sucking and nibbling my clit, slurping noises that should have embarrassed me, but only turned me on even more.
Pulling my clit into his mouth, Baz sucked and hummed causing a deep vibration that yanked my orgasm right out of my body. It came hard and fast and violent and Baz wouldn’t let it end, licking and sucking until I let out a keening wail that echoed off the walls. Finally, he slowed and then stopped, laughing but his lips still touched mine, sending another wave of vibrations through me. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy. Sweetest ever.”
Such a sweet talker. But, I didn’t need—or want—the sweet talker. Fuck no. I wanted the foul-mouthed dirty talker who could make me come with just his words. “Baz.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me.”
He stood and removed his clothes, letting me get my fill and hot damn the man looked better than ever. There was more ink and more muscles and it all formed one sexy package that made me happy to spread my legs for him. “Whatever you want.”
Perfect. “Hard. Fast. And dirty.”
He gripped my ankles, letting his hands glide up and down until my whole body buzzed with desire. Everywhere he touched heated my skin, bringing me even closer to another orgasm. I knew there was a possibility I was going to hell for this, but Baz was always the one poison I couldn’t resist.
“Hard,” he said as he stroked his cock, his eyes searing through me. “Fast.” His cock slipped in deep, drawing a hiss from me as my body clenched to get used to the way he filled me up but I remembered. Oh, I remembered all nine inches of him to perfection. “How do you want your dirty, Sweetness? You want me to tell you how I’m gonna fuck this pussy until you come all over me?”
His hips moved away from me and he slammed in oh so hard, my next orgasm waited just out of reach. “Or do you want me to make you my dirty girl all over again,” he asked, licking his middle finger and playing at my ass like he used to.
“Yes Baz,” I panted like a horny little hussy.
“Tell me Trina.”
I grinned up at him. “I want all the dirty Baz. All of it.”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned as his thick finger slid slowly into my ass while his cock pumped inside of me, harder and faster, so deep I could do little more than pant and scream as he fucked me so good every inch of my body was on fire.
“Baz, yes! Fuck me harder!” Another strangled groan escaped as he grunted, hips moving like a machine, a piston pumping hard and deep, his finger doing the same thing to my ass. “Baz,” I moaned when he bent over, taking a nipple in his mouth and pulling hard, sucking as his teeth grazed the hard tip. And then I was falling from somewhere high above the earth, shouting and screaming my release as my hips moved in rhythm with his, giving him every fucking thing I had until I did exactly as he said I would. Hard and fast, and so dirty my pussy leaked all over his cock, milking him as he stroked.
“Fuck, Sweetness. So goddamn good,” he grunted as hot, hard spurts of come splashed inside of me, mixing with my own juices. His hips continued to move, slow and deep while I rode out the rest of another orgasm. “Shit baby, I don’t remember you being so orgasmic.”
“It’s been too long Baz, and you never disappoint. Not ever.”
“Damn right I don’t.” He thrust again, shuddering over me. “You feel so good I want to stay right here and fuck you all night.”
I was good with that. Tomorrow the regrets could come but right now, I would revel in the way he made me feel. “Who’s stopping you?”
***
“Uh oh, pizza, wings and soda,” Jack grimaced and eyed the food on the table suspiciously. “These are all my favorite things which means it’s bad news.”
“Hey!” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you saying I only get you good stuff when I have bad news?” Who in the hell knew how he’d take this news but I assumed he’d
be all right since he seemed to like Baz.
“No…but Mom, come on.”
I rolled my eyes at him and finished dressing the salad. “Go get washed up so we can eat. Then talk.” My body was still on fire from spending the afternoon in bed with Baz and I could hardly think straight, much less about all three of us sitting around the table like a happy family. Exactly how I always imagined it yet nothing at all how I thought it’d be with Baz and I fucking like casual strangers and Jack so in love with him he was bound to get his heart broken.
“It’s going to be okay Trina.” Baz’s deep voice reassured me even if I didn’t want it to.
“You don’t know that. He’s excited now because you’re new and cool with your tattoos and motorcycle, but when he has time to think about it he’ll feel differently.” Hell, he’d probably hate me and after what Jensen put us through I couldn’t even blame him.
“How?”
“That’s the question Baz. He might hate me or you, he might hate both of us. Or he could act like every other man on the planet and bury his feelings deep until one day they all come out in the worst possible way.” It was my worst fear, losing Jack. For so long it had just been me and him. Losing that would kill me.
“I call dibs on the extra hot sauce!” Jack slid into his seat effortlessly, grabbing food and pouring soda like it was just any other day.
“How was class?” Baz posed the question looking nothing but interested in the answer.
“So cool. CJ taught us all about how to check the car’s computer with this little machine. But it costs too much for me to get one.” He sounded so dejected I wanted to laugh.
“That’s okay, I think I can afford to have it looked at. But if CJ doesn’t mind helping you guys can do it together.”
“I can do it,” Baz offered up, an angry glare on his face.
“Really? Cool, right Mom?”
How could I look at those big green eyes and not agree? “Very cool.” I half listened to him talk cars with Baz who smiled and added his knowledge, making our son smile. The pizza sat like lead in my belly as they talked sports and books and music, like old buddies. I’d deprived them both of this connection for all these years. Would it be like this from now on, Baz and Jack talking and me on the outside wishing I could get back in?
“What do you think Mom?”
I sighed and stared from one set of green eyes to another. “I think it’s time we had that talk.”
“About my dad?” he asked expectantly, his gaze flicking with uncertainty to Baz who remained stoic.
“Yes, about your father.” I took a deep breath and looked my son right in the eyes. “Jack, before you were born, Baz and I dated for a few years and we were living together for a long time. We wanted different things in life so we broke up and I left town before I knew I was going to have a baby. Baz didn’t know because I never spoke to him again, until I saw him at the diner.” Eleven years ago, it sounded so right, so noble, but now it just sounded like bullshit excuses. I ran away from what could have been because I was scared.
Jack looked at Baz, his voice shaky when he spoke. “Do you want to be my dad, Baz?” He looked so hopeful, his heart in his eyes as he stared at the man who’d helped conceive him.
“Do I want to be your dad? Are you kidding me? I want nothing more in this world.” With his voice laced with emotion, Baz pushed his chair back and held his arms out. His shoulders drooped in relief when Jack stepped into his arms and squeezed him for all he was worth.
The moment would be seared into my heart, my mind and my soul for the rest of my life. I couldn’t change the past but I could change the future and make sure they had the relationship they should’ve had all these years.
Chapter Five
Baz
“The key to a good burger is press the center with your thumb to make sure it gets perfectly done.” Somehow, I was back at Trina’s place for dinner yet again. Tonight we grilled outside and I was manning the grill, teaching Jack the secrets every man knew. Like a real fucking father.
It was surreal.
“What about the sausages?”
The kid looked at me like I knew everything, had all the answers. It was overwhelming but it also filled something in me I didn’t even know was missing. The kid asked a lot of questions and I tried my best to answer them all. After he ripped my heart out when he asked if I wanted to be his dad, I went home and spent the rest of the night making damn sure I could be the man he needed in his life. I woke up the next day and asked Trina if he could spend the day with me. It was sweet fucking heaven ever since. “Sausages are easy. They take no time to cook so it depends on how you like ’em. When we were young your mom used to like them a little burnt.”
“She still does,” he answered with a disgusted turn of his nose.
“Good, because she did all the cooking and that’s still how I like ‘em.” That was true and sad but I had to be honest with the kid.
“Can you make two normal?”
“Sure thing, kid.” Damn that smile gutted me every single time. “Everything is all done so let’s grub.” We sat at the red picnic table in the backyard, me and Jack on one side and Trina on the other, just watching us. She hadn’t said much since I arrived but she didn’t seem sad or angry, just watchful. Contemplative. “Is this your famous potato salad?”
“Why’s it famous Mom?”
“It’s not but in case you haven’t noticed your dad has a hollow leg.” She made the same joke she’d made after every meal. At Jack’s look of confusion, she explained. “Because he can put away so much food.”
His face brightened and he turned to me with a familiar smile that was all Trina. “Like my tapeworm?”
“Your what?”
“Mom says I have a tapeworm in my belly helping me eat so much.”
I had to laugh at that. “Yep, exactly like that. Let’s show her how we do it.” With a determined look, Jack and I ate like it was our last meal. It was fun, watching Trina watch us like two aliens who’d landed in her life.
Finally she’d apparently had enough of our shenanigans, pulling away the platter of meat and two bowls filled with food. “If either one of you eat any more food I promise I will make you regret it.”
Jack giggled and Trina glared but I just laughed. They were silly and ridiculous and I was having the time of my fucking life. “I’m stuffed Jack, how about you?”
“Couldn’t eat another bite,” he patted his stomach with a conspiratorial grin.
“How about we hit up Two Scoops for dessert?”
“I love chocolate and mint chocolate chip!”
In all my life, I’d never seen someone so excited about ice cream and I loved it. “I want one of those hot caramel sundaes. What about you Sweetness, what are you having?”
She sighed, gathering every ounce of patience she could find within her and grinned. “Frozen yogurt.”
“Ew, Mom. Gross.”
“Yeah, Sweetness, totally gross.”
She stood. “I need to change while you two piglets deal with this,” she gestured to the table and sauntered off, my eyes glued to her long legs and round ass.
Even with my son right beside me, my cock twitched with the need to slide deep inside her again. “Ew, Dad. Gross.”
Dad. He called me Dad. “What? She’s beautiful.”
He glared, arms crossed over his shirt. “She’s my mom.”
“She’s not my mom,” I told him as we gathered dishes and tossed plastic forks and paper plates in the trash. I didn’t have to wonder what Jack thought about it because the kid had no filter.
“It’s okay if you want to date her. You treat her nice and I think she likes you too.”
“You do?”
He nodded, blonde hair flopping over his eyes. “Yep. She does that tiny smile thing with her eyes when she looks at you.”
“You’re making that up.” But I couldn’t help but laugh at the kid scrunching his eyes up. “What you’re doing doesn’t look lik
e you like me, it looks like you’re having a seizure.”
He laughed as we finished putting food away and went inside where Trina waited for us, looking good enough to eat in a little summer dress. “Are we ready?”
With a quick nod, we all took off down the street, making the short journey to the ice cream shop owned by Trudy, the ol’ lady of one of my CAOS brothers. I was surprised to find Dagger there with their three kids. I took Jack to meet the oldest boy Teddy, while Trina placed our orders inside.
“So, a kid huh?” Dagger hit me with that sly grin he always wore as we watched Teddy and Jack take turns on the lone skateboard between them.
“Yep. Found out she was pregnant after she’d left my ass.”
“Why is she back now?” Fuck. I thought all about that little shit brick Jensen and told Dagger about it. “Said she thought I might be dead by now, only came back to get away from that prick.”
“That kid makes them both family. She know that?”
I shrugged because I had no fucking clue. We hadn’t bothered talking about it, probably because we were both eager to avoid that particular argument. “She knows I’ll protect them both.”
Dagger stared at me, eyes hard and determined. “We’ll protect them, you mean.”
I nodded because that’s how it worked, whether Trina wanted it to or not. “Thanks Sweetness. You know Dagger?” She took the seat across from us, enjoying her frozen yogurt.
“Trudy’s husband, right? Nice to see you again.” She was stiff and uncertain, telling me she had no plans to get used to my club.
Dagger sent me a look and I knew exactly what he was thinking. A woman who wasn’t okay with the club wouldn’t last long with a man whose life was the club. “Yeah I know.”
Dagger stood and frowned. “Incoming,” he whispered and walked away. Fucking coward.
“Hey Baz, you sexy devil, where the hell ya been?”
Oh no. This pass-around was the most persistent of them all, never taking no for an answer and no issues with trying to steal someone else’s guy. Bleached blonde hair, big fake tits and long, scrawny legs tottered my way and I didn’t have to look back to know Trina had also noticed. “I’ve been around.”
