I can’t wait any longer. “Strip.”
This time I don’t turn away. This time I keep my eyes on hers. When she removes her tee, I remove my cut. Her bra goes, so does my shirt. In unison our hands go to our hips, our jeans pushed down as though in a choreographed dance.
“On the bed,” I instruct when all our clothes have disappeared. I’ll take my time with her later, but now I want to do what I’ve been dreaming about, slide inside her perfect cunt.
She’s on her back, but not lying flat, she’s propped up on her elbows. Her teeth are biting her lip, and her tongue comes out to soothe the slight hurt. I doubt she knows she’s doing it, but each action is turning me on more.
“Bend your legs and spread those thighs. Give me some room to work.” Christ, I can smell her arousal as I place one knee then the other on the bed, and stalk toward her.
She’s obeyed me. Oh, I doubt she’ll always be so compliant, but for now I’m sure she’s feeling the same as me, wanting to be joined as close as humanly possible. First though, I want a taste of her. Want her essence on my tongue, want her screaming out to the world.
I groan as my tongue meets her cream, she moans, and her hands clasp the sheets as I get to work. I’ve already learned her and now remember just the pressure she likes. I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, her taste messing with my brain, sending endorphins through me, making my spine tingle and my balls throb. Soon, though, her hips close around me, her stomach muscles ripple and she’s screaming her orgasm out loud.
Reaching to the bedside table I take out the condoms that are always there, stocked up as one of the duties of the prospects. I slide one on, longing for the day when I’ll take her bare. Put a baby inside her. Too early yet, but one day.
She feels unbelievably fantastic. Her cunt grips my cock just right, her reactions couldn’t be more perfect. When I’d fucked other women before, there was always something missing, something elusive I couldn’t find. As I thrust inside her, I realise what it is, that however intense our sessions will become, I won’t be just fuckin’, I’ll always be making love to my old lady.
Knowing I won’t be able to last long, I swivel my hips, making my ass muscles flex so I’m hitting that all important place inside her. Using my fingers on her clit, when she starts coming, I’m right there with her, this time, my roar mingles with her screaming.
I stay, relishing the feeling of our two bodies being joined, something not even a day ago I thought I’d ever feel again. Eventually my cock softens, and I lose contact with her. I move so I’m lying on my side, and pull her into my arms, holding her like I never want to let her go.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, softly. “I should have come to you, told you.”
“Beth, I’m going to say this once, and then we’ll move past it, okay? Sure, I had a few days in jail, and more than a few moments when I thought life as I knew it was over, but I’m out, I’m free. Yeah, if we were then where we are now, then I’d spank your ass if I wasn’t the first person you came with any worries you had, major or minor. But we were. I couldn’t have said I do anything for you, it took that sight of you walking into danger to show me what I hadn’t known I already felt.” I pull myself up on one elbow, looking down at her. “You hear me? From now on, you always come to me, or one of my brothers if I’m not around. Promise me, Beth.”
There’s no hesitation in her response, “I promise.”
I believe her. The corners of my mouth turn up. “So,” I toy with her hair, twirling it around my finger, “what have you been doing while I’ve been away? Hmm? I wonder how many transgressions I can count?”
She stills in my arms. “I’ve been good.”
“Good? Hmm, I doubt that little girl. Somehow, I think your ass is going to be very sore later.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. One for sure. You haven’t sucked me off yet. Don’t you think you should greet your man properly?”
“Oh. How remiss of me.” Her face splits into a wide grin. “Will you go easy on me if I correct that now?”
“Depends how good it is,” I tell her, having difficulty keeping the laughter from my voice. “You’re going to have to try really hard.”
Of course, with Beth, it’s very good.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Beth
I’m amazingly going to have a lifetime to learn everything about Ink, but fast I find, once having determined something, he doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet.
That night after I’d been rescued, I’d slept in his room, and he all but had me moved in from that point. A lot of my clothes have already been bought back from the house, and I admit to getting a pang of pleasure when seeing them hanging alongside his in his wardrobe. I’ve not slept in my own bed either. For a man who once told me he didn’t spend the night with bitches, now he doesn’t seem to want to spend even one alone.
I’ve no experience of living with someone other than my mother but am quickly getting addicted to going to bed with a man and waking with him beside me. The hours in between, well, as can be expected, we spend many making love.
Suddenly I hear him clearing his throat behind me, the sound breaking into my thoughts. “Hey, babe. I was a Marine, remember. I don’t expect you to do that shit for me.” I swing around to where he’s lying back on the bed, watching me folding some clothes I’d just put through the laundry.
I peer at him and shrug. “Mine needed doing, no bother to throw yours in. You can return the favour another day.” I’m discovering more each day about the man who’s claimed me, and so far, everything I like.
There’s a knock on the door. “You decent in there?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, come in, Mom.”
“What is it?” Ink says fast, sitting up.
I’d also picked up a vibe when Mom walked in, something is most definitely on her mind. “Is Con… Dan, okay?”
Her lips purse for a second. She waves toward the seat where Ink had once spanked me and hopefully will soon do so again. I suppress a grin at the memory as Ink says, “Help yourself.”
“Dan’s doing fine, but he is what I wanted to talk to you about.”
We’re both quiet while she draws her thoughts together. I shoot Ink a concerned look, and he sends one back to me.
“I need you both to answer a question. Is this serious between you two?” She looks at Ink.
Ink huffs a laugh. “Are you asking me what my intentions are?” At her small nod, he holds out his hand to me, and I put the last of the folded clothes down and walk over to join him. “It’s as serious as a fuckin’ heart attack, on my part at least. Beth’s it for me.” He pulls me down to sit beside him and kisses me sweetly.
I hold the eyes of my mom. “I’m serious about Ink. I love him, Mom.” I realise I haven’t actually told him, but we’ve expressed our emotions in other ways instead. When I glance at him, he mouths back, I love you too, Beth.
Mom seems to need convincing for some reason. “You’ll always look after her?”
Ink’s brow creases. “Of course I will. I love Beth. Not only has she got me, she’s got my brothers.”
“A family.” Mom smiles. “I may have been speaking to Mel. She’s explained how it works.”
There’s still a little residual awkwardness between me and some of Ink’s brothers. Not that they still blame me, now they feel guilty for not believing my version of events. But things are getting easier, and I think we’ll get to the place where I’m accepted in the same way as my friend. That’s what I want. It’s mismatched and not perfect, but it’s just as Mom’s said Mel described it. The club is a family.
“Connor will be alone,” she states.
“It’s how it has to be,” replies Ink quickly. A worried look my way. It’s the only way to keep Connor out of the clutches of Alder. I, too, hope she’s not going to be difficult. “You know this, Patsy. If anyone thinks he might not be dead, they’ll be watching you and watching Beth.”
But that doesn’t seem t
o be what she has on her mind. “I know that Ink. I’m not going to do anything to jeopardise his future. But that doesn’t mean I can’t work something out. I’m not tied here, I can work anywhere. And Beth, you’ve got Ink and his family.”
“You’re going with him?” Ink’s quicker on the uptake than me. His hand rests on my arm, as if telling me to consider it and not dismiss the suggestion immediately.
I do take a moment. “Mom, have you really thought about this? If you do. It will be hard, impossible even, for us to stay in contact.” I’ll lose my mom? I didn’t expect her to suggest that. My first thought is panic, what will I do without her? I’ve lived with her all my life. She’s been there every day, my rock.
Ink’s hand starts caressing my arm, the gesture, as it’s meant to be, is calming. “Think of your brother, babe,” he says carefully. “He’ll be on his own. He’s younger, hell, he’s only just old enough to buy himself a drink, and he’s not had the best influence for the past few years. He needs love, support and stability, else he might end up throwing this chance away. You’ve got me. This might not be forever, once Connor’s settled into a new life, has new friends, maybe a girl of his own, maybe your mom can come back home.”
“Might be years.” I bite my lip. Might be forever. Am I selfish wanting her to myself? Until Ink, I haven’t really considered moving away from home. Of course, I’d been toying with the idea sometime in the future, but never for one minute did I think she’d be the one to move out. I’ve had a comfortable existence. But Connor, I can see how he could need her. Much more than I do myself.
“Ink’s on the right track. I am worried Connor might fall in with the wrong crowd if he’s left to his own devices,” Mom says. “I don’t want to leave you Bethany, you’re more than my daughter, you’re my best friend and I won’t deny I’ll miss you. But Connor’s my son. We’ve been doing some soul searching these past few days, and he’d like to go to college and make something of himself. I fear he’ll find it hard on his own.”
“What about the house?” The home where I’ve lived all the life I remember. The house with the beautiful yard.
“I’m sorry, Beth, but I’ll have to sell it.” That she’s replied so quickly shows how seriously she’s been thinking about this.
“Sell it to us,” Ink says fast. What? I turn to him. “That’s if Beth’s agreeable, of course.”
“It’s got a big yard,” Mom says. “Needs upkeep and maintenance.”
Ink isn’t put off. “That’s what prospects are for.”
My mouth drops open. He shrugs, unrepentant. Seems like this life might have benefits I hadn’t realised I’d signed up for.
“It’s a big house. A family house.” Mom seems to want to make sure Ink understands what he might be taking on.
But he just shrugs. “We’ll have to have a big family then.”
Kids? Again, I turn to him in surprise.
But he simply says, “Told you I wanted everything, babe.”
I think it was that statement that convinced Mom she’d be leaving me in safe hands. I put on a brave face, but it was the hardest thing I’d ever done to try to be positive about her leaving my life. My problem is, I’m twenty-seven years old, Connor just twenty-two, and his knowledge of adult life tainted by living with Phil. He’s no idea of how to fend for himself, and I share Mom’s worries, that left to his own devices, he might take the easiest path which isn’t necessarily the right one.
When I’d told him I knew of their plans, his face had brightened when I gave him no other indication than I was fine with the idea. There’s no doubt the fear of him starting afresh had eased once he knew he wouldn’t be alone. That had given him a new confidence.
A day later, the clubhouse is on its best behaviour when Agent Caruso comes calling. Of course, us women weren’t supposed to know what was going on, but Connor had been so worried about what might happen, he’d needed someone to confide in, and naturally that was Mom and myself.
Ink had later enlightened me simply that it had all gone as planned. Connor has wiped his slate clean as Caruso would be getting a pat on his back for getting eight kilos of heroin off the street. While at first he was annoyed that he’d returned to find Phil Foster dead, when Connor was able to offer up Alder and what he’d learned about how the drugs came in from Mexico, he agreed Connor had done enough. As a result, the feds are going to help him get settled with his new identity in a new town. I was relieved that his new papers would be officially prepared. While the Satan’s Devils had suggested they’d sort out his new identity themselves, I didn’t really know Cad’s skills or connections, and had worried there’d be a chance his new identity might not stand up to scrutiny.
Of course, Mom would have to change her name as well, but she was keeping her first name, and just changing the last to Forster. They’d agreed to use the name Connor had already become.
The next few days pass in a whirlwind. Ink and I spend a lot of time at my house, packing up bits Mom wants to take. There wasn’t a lot apart from her clothes and her sewing machine of course. Steph, with her knowledge of Wit Sec had advised her to leave personal possessions behind, anything that might connect her with her old life. So, I became the custodian of the family photographs. I found myself not envying her.
Of course, we also attend the funeral that we’d somehow found time to arrange.
It might not have been my brother in that box being solemnly carried into the crematorium, but I am in mourning.
This is the last formality before Connor and Mom leave for pastures unknown, and this is the first occasion since the decision had been made that I’ve allowed myself to think how much I’ll be losing. I’m going to miss them both. Over the past few days, I reconnected with my brother and have regained more of the relationship we had when we were younger. As for Mom, she’s been there all my life, and what’s a girl supposed to do without her mother? She won’t even be at the end of the phone. All contact is prohibited.
The coffin is symbolic of the loss that’s about to happen in my life, and I’m not acting as tears start to fall as I listen to the brief service. The officiant talks about my brother’s life, a complete fiction about a young man with so much promise taken from us all too soon. Mom sits beside me, squeezing my hand as if she too is sad for how her life will be changing.
Ink’s sitting beside me and stands with everyone else as we watch the coffin soundlessly slide away until it’s hidden from our view. Mom turns to me with tears in her eyes. Then we’re in each other’s arms and weeping.
“My sincere condolences.”
The deep voice makes us jump, and I feel myself tense as mom turns.
“You’ve never been sincere about anything. I doubt you’re starting now.” Mom steps back from me and rounds on the speaker, quietly hissing, “What the hell are you doing here, Alder?”
I’m proud of her in that moment, she might be small, but she’s standing up to the man. I look around for Ink, but he’s no longer here.
Mom continues, pausing only to dab a tissue at her eyes, “Have you any idea who did this to my son?” She waves to where the coffin is now hidden behind curtains. In a moment, or perhaps when we’re gone, it will enter the furnace and whoever’s body is inside would be gone forever.
“I don’t know.” My attention snaps back to Alder, his deep voice sounding chilled. “But I’ll do what I can to find out.” He too stares at where the coffin has disappeared. “It’s a fucking shame Phil couldn’t be here. He was close to Connor.”
So close he condoned him being beaten and killed. And Alder need look no further than a mirror to see who was responsible for the supposed death of my brother.
“Any news on Phil’s accident?” Mom asks politely, her tone suggesting as he’d lived on the wrong side of the law, his death was predictable and while she could cry an ocean of tears for her son, she wasn’t going to waste any on her dead ex.
Alder appears slightly more interested in who caused Phil’s death, than C
onnor’s. “It was no accident,” he growls. “Someone took him out and cost me a fucking fortune when he did it. I’ll find out who’s responsible, eventually. I always do.” It sounds like a half promise, or a half warning. “He, or they, stole from us.”
I start to feel uneasy, and look around for Ink, but he’s still nowhere to be seen. Has he made himself scarce, so Alder doesn’t notice him? I’ve no proof, but I’ll always wonder if the Satan’s Devils had a hand in Phil’s death. At times like this, maybe keeping club business from old ladies makes sense, I’d rather not know. The bigger worry is whether Alder knew the Satan’s Devils had the drugs Connor had stolen from him, but so far, there had been no indication whether he does or not. Phil’s dead, and his close confidants died along with him. It’s quite possible he doesn’t know, but of course, still a risk. I hope Caruso is able to arrest him soon.
Alder’s staring at the closed curtains, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, then he turns back to us. “Well, it’s been nice getting reacquainted Patsy. Unless you hear from the dead, I doubt we’ll cross paths again.” He moves forward and threatens in a low voice, “No one gets away with stealing from me, not even a ghost.”
“Hey, babe, sorry about that.” Ink comes up and puts his arm around me. “Needed a piss. Friend of the family?” He nods toward Alder, seeming unconcerned.
“No friend of mine,” Mom says.
Alder raises an eyebrow, then, with a smirk, walks smartly away.
“Where have you been?” I turn to Ink. “Pissing, really? That was Alder.” I emphasise his name, stressing it was a bad time for him to make himself scarce.
He leans in and speaks into my ear, “I know who he is. That Alder’s here suggests he’s suspicious. Must admit some bucks just changed hands, and the coffin is in the cremator now.”
“Don’t they always burn them immediately?”
“Just wanted to make sure, Beth. Didn’t want to take a chance of Alder having the opportunity to examine it. Now, though, he can’t.”
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