by Jessie Cooke
Bubba looked at Poppy. She was smiling and nodding, but tears stained her face. Bubba smiled at her and then told the judge, “I would like to live with my sister…and you don’t have to worry. I know what it feels like now to think my family is gone. I won’t forget that feeling any time soon. I will appreciate having my brother and my sister back in my life, always.”
“You seem like a bright young man, Mr. Le Blanc. I wish you…” he looked around at them all and then said, “I wish all of you, the best.”
Poppy and Bubba had to meet with the social worker alone after the judge left. Chance sat outside with Sharon and they waited for them. Fifteen minutes passed without either of them saying a word, but Chance finally looked at Sharon and said, “Do you think I should leave the club…for our kids?”
Sharon put her hand on the side of his face. He loved the way her soft skin felt against his rough cheek. “I’m a stripper,” she said with a smile. “Do you think that makes me a bad mother?”
“No. I have honestly never met a woman who was as good of a mother as you are. Our kids are so lucky to have you, baby.”
“Then what would make you think that I would think you’re a bad father because of what you do? Lowlife has been in a club for over thirty years. Do you think he’s a bad father?” Lowlife was one of the Jokers, the former road captain and now mostly retired, but he still came out and rode with them on occasion. He’d raised his children, first as one of the Sinners out of the New York/Massachusetts area, and then as a Joker. Sharon said he had been in the club for over thirty years, but actually Chance had heard it was more like forty. Nothing was more important to Lowlife than his wife and kids, and he raised them in a nice neighborhood, far enough away from the club that the two lives only had to merge when he chose. He was a good father, one of the best that Chance knew. He smiled at Sharon and said:
“No. I would like it if he were my father.”
“Well then…just because the courts don’t believe you deserve custody of your brother doesn’t make it true. I couldn’t have chosen a better father for my children, and I thank God for you every day.”
Chance put his arm around her, and she laid her head against his shoulder. They sat there like that until Bubba and Poppy came out of the judge’s chambers. Chance stood up and watched Bubba tell the social worker goodbye and heard Poppy thank her. Once the woman was gone, Poppy looked up at him with her face glowing and said, “He’s ours again!”
Bubba laughed as Chance hugged him and said, “I’ve always been yours. Man, I missed you guys.”
They walked outside with Chance’s arm around his little brother’s shoulders. As soon as they made it out front Bubba looked up at his brother and said, “You have a Harley?”
Chance chuckled and looked at Sharon. “You mind catching a ride with Poppy so I can give my little brother a ride?”
19
Over the next few days, Chance found he’d created a monster. Bubba wanted to ride the Harley himself, and Poppy had a mini heart attack every time Chance let him get on it to practice. It was so good, though, to have his siblings back. So good that it was going to be hard to let them go. He knew Poppy had to get back to her own home and her life, and he also knew they could all visit each other, but it would hurt his heart to know they were eighteen hundred miles away when he laid his head down at night.
There was one more thing that Chance and Poppy had to do together before she left. They took Bubba out to the club first and Chance introduced him to everyone and then asked Gabe:
“Can he hang out with you today? Poppy and I have to go to Baton Rouge.” They had a meeting with Charles and his attorney. Poppy wanted rights to visit their youngest brother Ollie, and she refused to leave the state until she got it.
“Sure,” Gabe said. Then, to Bubba, “I hear you’re learning how to ride.”
“Huh-uh,” Poppy said. “Not today, not with you. I’ve seen you ride.”
Gabe laughed. “I’m an expert, aren’t I, baby?” He looked at his old lady, Patrice. Patrice looked at him with those intense blue eyes of hers and with a sweet smile she said:
“I’ll have to take the Fifth on that one, baby.”
Gabe flipped her off and she laughed. While they were laughing, Gray had come in. Chance didn’t notice him until he heard him say, “I can teach him.”
Poppy looked surprised to see him and for just a second, there seemed to be some kind of tension in the air between them. Poppy had been spending a lot of time with Bubba, and Chance and his little family, and she hadn’t mentioned Gray. Chance hadn’t been at the club much over the past week, so he hadn’t seen him, but he got the feeling just from that brief encounter that something had happened between the two of them. “I’ll teach him,” Chance said, looking from Gray to Gabe. “You two knuckleheads can teach him how to shoot pool or something.”
Bubba smiled. “I know how to shoot pool…maybe we can go to that strip club…”
“Huh-uh!” Chance and Poppy said at the same time. Bubba grinned at them and Poppy looked at Gabe, seemingly ignoring Grayson, and said, “No gambling, no strippers, no alcohol, no drugs…”
“Jeez, sis, you’re no fun,” Bubba said, playfully.
“That’s okay,” Gabe told him with a wink. “You ever been alligator wrestling?”
“That’s it! He’s going with us,” Poppy said. The men laughed and Chance put his hand on his sister’s shoulder and steered her toward the door.
“He’ll be fine,” he told her.
“He’d better be!” she yelled over her shoulder. “Patrice, you’ll watch them, right?”
Patrice laughed. “Yeah, sure,” she said. “Probably more like patch them up when they get a limb ripped off…” Chance all but pushed Poppy out the door, assuring her that they were all kidding…although they probably weren’t.
Once they were in the car Chance said, “So what’s the deal with you and Grayson?”
Poppy didn’t take her eyes off the road, but she cocked an eyebrow and said, “What do you mean?”
“It just seemed like there was some tension there.”
She sighed. “No tension,” she said. “Grayson just thought…he wanted something different than I was looking for.” Chance started to open his mouth again and she said, “Nope. That’s all I’m going to say.” He smiled and kept his opinion to himself. He was glad she wasn’t going to pursue something with Grayson though. He still thought his sister needed someone closer to her own age, and much less experienced than Grayson was.
The rest of the drive to Baton Rouge, they talked about the kids, their plans to get the whole family together that year for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Poppy’s plans to enroll Bubba in a private school in the middleclass neighborhood she lived in. Chance had a feeling his sister and little brother might have to spar a bit, before they found a common ground between a teenage boy and his way overprotective sister. But he had faith that she was up for the task, and Bubba still had that good heart he’d been born with, even after everything…so in the end he believed they’d all be okay.
The drive went quickly thanks to the conversation. When they pulled into the parking lot of the little diner, Chance thought about the day he’d met Charles there. So much had happened since then that it hardly seemed like only two weeks ago. When they got out of the car Chance could see Charles sitting in a booth next to the window. His blue eyes watched them all the way into the diner and when Chance glanced at his sister, he saw that she looked disappointed, not to see Oliver sitting with him.
Charles stood up and greeted them and once they’d all sat down and had their coffee, Chance’s always to-the-point sister said, “Are you going to let us see him? He should know his siblings. Please don’t make us fight for this too. We’ve had to fight for too much in our lives.”
Charles patiently waited for her to finish and then he said, “I need to get through this divorce, and the custody hearing. I don’t think any judge will balk at giving me full custody…but
I do think this is going to be a huge adjustment for my son. All the evil things Marlene had done haven’t affected him until now. She’s his mama, and he already misses her. I’m struggling with what to tell him about her not coming home…I need you to understand that introducing siblings at this point would just be another mini trauma for him.”
“Trauma? You saw me with him that day. He liked me.”
“He thought you were a nice lady, yes. But he’s not even four years old, Poppy. Imagine how the conversation about you being his sister would go.” For a change, Poppy was silent. When Charles didn’t go on, Chance said:
“I understand what you’re saying.” Poppy shot him a glare, but he ignored her and went on, “But, if you can please just keep in mind that the last thing we want to do is hurt him. We just want to know him, and we will gladly give you the time you need and him the time he needs to adjust. Just don’t forget us, okay? And please don’t write us out of his life?”
Poppy’s facial expression softened slightly, and she turned her eyes back on Charles’ face and said, “Please. We know none of this was your fault, but none of it was ours either. Our family has been broken for so long. Please help us put it back together.”
They walked out of there that day with a promise from Charles to keep in touch and play it by ear depending on how Oliver was responding to everything. It wasn’t the immediate affirmation that Poppy wanted, but by the time they made it back to New Orleans, she had decided she could live with it. They found Bubba in one piece, and while Poppy took him back to the Quarter to get some dinner before they went back to the hotel for one more night, Chance headed home to his family.
The sun had just gone down when he got there, so he was surprised to see that all the lights in the house seemed to be off already. He parked the chopper in the garage and went in through that door that led to the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, he smelled something amazing and realized how hungry he was. The light over the stove was on, but that was it, and he didn’t see whatever it was that smelled so good.
He went through the swinging kitchen door into the dining room. There he saw the table was set for two. A bottle of wine was chilling in a silver bucket and a candle glowed in the center of the table. The plates had silver covers over them, but whatever was underneath smelled amazing. “Sharon?” He walked toward the living room, getting slightly worried that things were so dark and quiet. Where were Sharon and the kids? “Baby? Are you here?”
He got as far as the hallway that led down to the bedrooms, and saw that the light at the far end of the hallway illuminated a path that had been laid out, of rose petals. He smiled and followed them to the end of the hallway and the closed door to his and Sharon’s bedroom. “Baby, you in there?” She didn’t answer so he turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. The rose petals led to the bed, and in the center of it was his old lady, illuminated by candles that burned along the top of the dresser. She was wearing a dark red teddy that barely covered anything. It had a plunging neckline and three thin, satin laces that held it closed down the front. It was cut up high on her thighs and since she was lying on her side with one leg bent back, he could almost see the smooth lips of her pussy. Her long, brown hair was ironed straight and hung across her bare shoulders like silk, and by the time he made it from the door to the bed, he was already as hard as a rock. “Damn, baby…you look…fuck…amazing.”
She smiled and lifted one hand. There was a piece of paper in it. He took it and held it close to one of the candles on the bedside. On it was written, in his beautiful old lady’s handwriting, “Sharon can have sex today, signed, Sharon’s doctor.” Chance laughed and said:
“I don’t want to make any false accusations here, baby, but I’m not so sure this note is legit.”
“It’s legit,” she said. “I saw the doctor today and got the okay. He didn’t put it in writing, but you’ll have to trust me.”
Chance leaned down and kissed her softly. His body was warm all over and his cock was already pressing hard into the front of his jeans, aching to get out. “I trust you,” he said, with a smile.
“Good. Go into the bathroom then and take off all your clothes.”
“Okay…Where are the kids?”
She laughed. “With my sister.”
“Oh…” He kissed her again, deep this time, and she had to physically push him back to get him to break the kiss. In a breathless voice she said:
“Go.” She looked so good and she had him so horny already, that it was hard. But he went. When he got into the bathroom he saw there were candles burning in there too, lighting the new tub he and a few of the guys from the club had put in. It was bigger than the old one and it had jacuzzi jets. He had to put up a new door anyway, so he’d had a few of the prospects from the club help him put that in to surprise her with when she got home from the hospital. She loved it, but Chance hadn’t tried it out yet. He glanced toward the mirror and smiled again. Written in bright red lipstick there was a note that said, “Take off your clothes and get in.”
He stripped, quickly, and had just settled down into the tub and pushed the button for the soft jets when the door opened. Sharon set her phone down on the counter and pushed a button. Suddenly, the room was filled with the song she danced to at the club regularly, the one she’d been dancing to the first time he met her. As Chance sat in the tub full of bubbles, she began to dance. She had a boa around her neck and as she slowly moved her sexy body to the rhythm of the music, she used her hands to slide it back and forth across her neck. When the tempo of the music changed, she slid it off her neck and held onto it with one hand, letting the other end of it fall to the floor. With her other hand, she reached behind her and picked up the part that was dangling, and as he watched and tried desperately not to touch himself, she began to slide that boa back and forth between her legs, still moving her body in time with the music.
He groaned when she dropped the boa and he realized she’d worked the crotch of that teddy to the side. He could see her pussy and it glistened under the lights. She smiled and licked her lips and then deftly flicked at one of the ties on the front of the teddy, the one at the very top. Her already ample cleavage popped out even more, and he groaned again. Turning her back to him, she danced some more, swaying her sexy, round hips back and forth. He reached out to touch her, but she stepped just out of his reach, teasing him and making him want her more desperately.
When she turned back to face him, she’d undone the second tie and now he could see all of her breasts, except for the hard nipples that were still covered by the lace. They were pressing into it though, looking like they were about to cut it open. Licking her lips again, and still moving in a sexy manner, she flicked the last tie open. The little teddy split apart and slid off her body, leaving her in nothing but a sexy pair of red leather boots that reached up just above her knees. She propped a leg up on the side of the tub and his mouth watered as he watched her slide the zipper down on the boot. Her pussy was so close to him he could smell her arousal, but as much as he was dying to reach out and touch her, he made himself wait. She propped the other boot up on the tub and gyrated her hips while she unzipped that one. Finally, she stood before him, completely, and breathtakingly, beautiful. The song she’d been dancing to ended, and another one started as she threw one leg over the side of the tub, and then the other. Chance expected her to sit, but instead, standing up in front of him, she put her hands on the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy.
Chance didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She smelled, looked, and tasted so good. He ran his tongue up and down between her lips, loving the way she moaned when he did. He licked and teased her for a while before finally doing what he knew she loved best, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it into his mouth. Sharon had her fingers wrapped up in his hair and he had both of his hands on her gorgeous ass, holding her in tightly so that he could devour her. He tortured her clit before sliding his tongue up into her opening. She c
ried out and while he moved his tongue in and out of her, she rocked her hips into his face and moaned and whimpered, calling out his name every so often and turning him on even more. He was lost in her, all his senses engaged, when suddenly she let go of his head and moved back, and then swiftly folded her legs and dropped down into his lap. Without missing a beat, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and lifted her hips so that he could guide his cock up inside of her. That initial feeling of her pussy gripping onto his shaft nearly sent him through the roof. It had been so long…and he’d missed the way she felt so much.
Sharon sat down flat against him so that every inch of his cock was buried inside of her, and she continued the sexy kiss, rocking slowly back and forth and causing deep, primal sounds to rumble out of his chest. She taunted and teased for a while, moving slowly, and then faster, up and down, and back and forth. Chance was patient, enjoying all the sensations until all at once he felt her body stiffen, and she threw her head back and in a throaty whisper she said, “God, I love you!” He felt the rush of warm liquid against his submerged cock and he let her ride it out…but the second he felt her begin to relax, he gripped onto her hips with both hands and began to pound into her. There were no kids at home, no one to hear them, so they both made so much noise that their voices echoed loudly off the bathroom walls. Water splashed up over the tub and onto the floor and every so often Chance’s head would slam back into the porcelain tub. But he had found his rhythm and he wasn’t about to stop. Sharon’s beautiful, full breasts bounced up and down in front of him and when he caught one in his mouth, he tasted the sweet milk that coated his tongue. Something about that was so erotic that he just exploded, without warning. It was the kind of orgasm that made a man want to call every other man he knew and brag about it. He wouldn’t, because what he did with his old lady was special, and private, and he didn’t want any of his friends thinking about her that way…but at that moment he wanted to climb on the roof and shout out to all of New Orleans that being inside her tight pussy was the closest to heaven he thought he’d ever come.
