by Amy Davies
“My dad is a douche. I hate him for hurting Mom and trying to hurt me. He hit Nia.” I have never heard Tucker speak in that angry tone before, but I’m proud of him for knowing what’s the wrong kind of shit to do.
“Very true. Your dad won’t be bothering you and your mom again, okay?” He nods and I move in for the kill. And fingers fucking crossed he gives me his blessing.
I will make her mine regardless, but I want to get his permission.
“Do you know what love is, Tucker?” I sit and wait for him to answer.
“Yeah. Mom tells me all the time that she loves me, but I know that adults love differently. I’ve heard Mom and Auntie Estelle talking about whispers in a person’s heart and something girly about butterflies.” He shrugs again like it’s no big deal. God help him when he starts noticing girls.
“Yeah, something like that. Well, I love your mom, and I want to marry her one day. But I wanted to ask you first—you know, what with you being the man around the house and all.” I wink at him and he smiles brightly.
My heart melts at seeing him so damned happy.
“You want to marry Mom?” I nod. “Does that mean you’ll be my new dad?”
Fuck me sideways and knock me over with a feather.
Licking my lips and calming my racing heart, I smile at him and ruffle his wavy hair.
“If that’s what you want, and your mom is okay with you calling me that. It would be an honor,” I tell him truthfully.
He looks at the ground with a grin on his face. He’s pulling at the trim of his shorts. I can tell he wants to ask me a question but is too nervous to do it.
“Ask me anything, Tucker, and I will answer as best as I can.”
He brings his watery gaze back to mine and my heart aches for this child. Placing my arm around his shoulders, I pull him close and give him a reassuring hug.
“Go on,” I edge.
“Are you okay with being my dad even though we don’t have the same blood? When you and Mom have more babies, will they be your kids more than me?”
What the fuck?
“Tucker, your DNA doesn’t define who you are. That doesn’t even come into any debate. I love you for you. I love you like you’re my own. I would whether you bleed red, black, or green alien blood. You are my son. It’s your heart that makes you the boy you are, and that is the kid that I would be honored to call my son. What you are inside your heart is the type of person you are, not your DNA. Got it?”
He gives me a watery smile and I kiss the top of his head.
“Have you had shit before for having a dick for a dad?” He nods.
“Yeah. I mean, most of my friends have two parents, so some asshats tell me that I’m not loved enough to have a mom and a dad.” He shrugs. “I have her eyes, you know.” He smiles at me, opening his eyes wide so I can see.
Ruffling his hair again, I smile. “Fuck those who say shit, okay? Now you have a pretty awesome dad, and a huge family of misfits at your back. Now, go and play with your cousins.”
He sighs before jumping up and wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Okay, Dad,” he says triumphantly and runs off to rejoin the other kids.
I can’t reply because I have a fucking lump in my throat that would rival a watermelon. I cough but it doesn’t move, so I cough again to clear my throat. I sniff and squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the tears back. Using my thumb and forefinger, I pinch my eyes before clearing my throat again.
Damn, that kid managed to bring me to my knees with one word.
My talk with Tucker this morning plays on a loop in my head as I walk into the shed behind the porn studio. I push through the door and see my brothers standing around while Creep is tied to a chair.
The rancid smell hits my senses and I gag, holding my arm up to my nose.
“What have you guys been doing to him?” I ask Magnum.
He smirks. “Not much, but he did puke when Sarge hit him one too many times. He’s a fucking pussy, but I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“So that’s what I can smell. I thought it was Rookie’s aftershave,” I joke, smiling at him.
“Fuck off, prick,” Rookie bitches with a cocky smile. “Your woman likes the way I smell.” I flip him off, making him and the boys laugh.
“Nah, brother, my woman was just being polite.” I grin at him.
I step over to Creep. His eyes are almost swollen shut, but he still looks up at me and sneers. I smile down at him, happy to see the pain he’s clearly in; his jaw looks broken, thanks to Sarge.
“You won’t get away with this shit. Smash will come looking for me and he will rain hell down on you fuckers.”
I look at Magnum, then around the room at my brothers.
“Fuck, I think we should let him go. I am not facing Smash. He scares me.” Slide pretends to shake in his boots.
We all crack up laughing and that pisses Creep off more, because he shouts some shit that I can’t understand. But the blood flies out of his mouth and hits my denim shirt and cut.
“Fucker! My woman just cleaned this shit.” I swing and clock the fucker in the jaw. He screams in agony.
“And FYI, cuntface, Smash has washed his hands of you. You’ve been thrown out of the club. What do you think is burning in that barrel?” Magnum informs him. In other words, his Snake Heads MC cut is in there, burning to ash.
I smile and look over at Edge and Slade, and nod toward the chains hanging against the wall.
“Chain him up. I want his arms by his side, and I want him hanging upside down,” I explain.
They nod and get to work. I walk over to the water tank that collects rainwater and pull out a square storage box from beside it, which I place under the faucet.
My vision fades as I faze out while watching the water fill the green box. The man needs to suffer for what he did to my woman and my boy. The pain and torment he put them through is not tolerated by me and my club.
A loud groan gets my attention and my vision comes back into focus. I blink a few times then turn off the faucet. Looking over my shoulder, I see the boys have done as I asked, not that there was any question that they wouldn’t.
“Prez,” I call and nod to the box. He walks over to me and helps me pick it up and carry it over to where Creep is hanging upside down.
I smile and place the box under his head. He screams, which makes me laugh at him. Kneeling to look him in the eyes, I see the fear shining through. I slap his face; not hard, just a gentle tap, but it gets his attention.
“It’s a bit late to look sorry now, Creep. You should have been sorry after the first time you hit my woman and left town. Now here we are.” I dip my hand in the water and flick it at him.
He flinches away, and his begging starts.
“Please, man. I’ll leave. You will never see me again. Hell, I will sign Tucker over to Jodie. Please, just let me leave. Listen, man, I have money. I will pay you to let me go.”
I tut at him, but he keeps pleading. I see a shadow come over me and look up just in time to see Sarge punch Creep again. I almost fall back on my ass, but I catch myself and stand up to glare at Sarge.
“Warning, brother, yeah?” I say, and Sarge just shrugs.
“His voice was getting on my last tit,” he gripes, walking over and leaning against the wall.
“Oh, and what a nice pair of tits you have there, Sarge.” Slide winks at him as he adjusts his crotch, earning himself the middle finger. The boys laugh again, and I see Sarge’s lips twitch a little.
“You guys are fucking crazy,” Creep moans out.
“You fucking remember that for the next few minutes or so, while you’re still breathing,” Rookie adds. He’s sitting backwards on a chair with a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers.
Creep struggles against the chains and I laugh at his attempt. I nod to Edge and he lowers Creep headfirst into the water. I count to ten in my head and nod for Edge to pull him out.
Water runs off his face as he gasps for air
. He coughs and splutters and I smile at him, nodding to Edge again. He’s drowning; his lungs are slowly filling up with water because he’s upside down and there’s nothing from stopping the water going into his mouth or nose.
I hunch down in front of him and he spits at me. Wiping the saliva from my face, I laugh at him, which again pisses him off. He flays around like a dying fish on a hook.
“You need to make peace with your maker, Roy, because you’re going to meet him really soon. Now I will know that your filthy hands will never touch Jodie or Tucker again.”
I signal to Edge to drop him in again. My gaze focuses in on his splashing around for a few seconds, before he stops and little bubbles float to the surface. One by one, they stop, and I know that he’s gone.
Standing up to full height, I keep my eyes locked on the man that caused Jodie so much pain over the last few years. A man that isn’t worth the title of ‘dad’ or ‘father’ from Tucker or any kid.
“Get rid of his body. Burn the thing for all I care. I’m going to find my woman and get all kinds of wrapped up in her. Disturb at your own risk, boys.” I wink and walk out of the shed, back toward the clubhouse to find Jodie, leaving any thoughts of Creep back there.
A new day, a new life. Onwards and upwards.
Thirty-One
Jodie
I flex Opal’s ankle to the side and then push it forward, checking the full range of the muscle.
“Oh yeah, right there, Doc,” Opal pants out, overselling it. Rolling my eyes, I add more pressure and he hisses in pain, making me smile at him.
“What the fuck, babe?” He sits up on his elbows, scowling at me, and I give him a sweet smile before walking around the table.
“You were being an idiot. There is nothing sexy about having physical therapy, honey.” I cup his jaw, moving my fingers in a scratching motion.
His eyes close slowly, his face relaxing more, the pain forgotten. I lean in and kiss his lips, loving his whiskers tickling my lips. His hands come up, one around the back of my head, holding me to him, and the other snaking around to cup my butt.
With a pull, he has me lying over him. He’s shirtless again. For some reason he likes to torture me while in his PT session and not wear a damned shirt, but I have to admit I think he should walk around shirtless all the time.
I rest a hand on his chest, loving how his heated skin feels beneath my fingertips. The slight layer of sweat seeps into my skin and my senses, making me want him more.
It’s been over a week since Roy tried taking Tucker, and so far, things are settling down and getting back to normal. Tuck hasn’t shown any signs of having any lasting issues with what went down with Roy, and that’s the main thing.
We all need to move on and make the most of each day that we are alive.
I adjust myself on top of Opal so I’m completely lying on him. Chest to chest, hips to hips. My hands rest on either side of his head, while his hands are cupping my ass, squeezing, and grinding me down on his erection.
“I need you, baby. But I want to fuck you in the pool,” he tells me. I look into his eyes and see they’re blazing with desire, and who am I to turn down the sex my man wants, when I want it just as bad.
“Well then, what are you waiting for, honey.” I climb off him and walk out the clinic doors, toward the pool. I hear him chuckle behind me, but that chuckle dies when I pull my work tank top over my head, leaving me in khaki shorts and a bra.
I drop the top and unbutton my shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down. Then I look over my shoulder at Opal, who is charging toward me.
“I suggest you get them off now, baby, before I rip them from your delectable body.”
I screech and drop the shorts, running for the water. One side of the pool has steps. Next to the steps is a small square section that is shallower than the rest, with the small pressure waterfall that hits one side of that.
My feet sink into the water in the shallower section with Opal hot on my heels. He slams into me, flush against my back. His hands go to my hips and he rips, literally rips, my thong from my body. A squeak escapes and he chuckles next to my ear.
“I warned you, babe. Now hands on the wall, foot on the step.” One hand is around my waist and the other slides down the back of my thigh, guiding it to where he wants it.
He kisses the back of my neck and I arch my head, giving him better access. He does those slow, agonizing kisses that drive my body wild. His stubble scrapes across my skin, no doubt leaving little marks in its wake.
I feel him drop to his knees behind me, and I don’t have time to react as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue laps at me, sliding against my clit, then into my entrance, before dragging back up to my clit and sucking on the little bundle of nerves like a starving man.
“Oh, hell yes. More,” I pant out. He has one hand on the curve of my ass, and I can only imagine the other one is wrapped around his cock. My nipples are hard and my breasts ache with need, just like they always do around this man.
“You taste so fucking good, babe. I could eat you for every meal and never get my fill of you.”
“Then eat away,” I tell him, because besides having his cock in me, I love what his tongue does to me. Who would have thought that a small muscle could cause so much pleasure?
He chuckles against me and goes hell for leather on my pussy; licking, sucking and even biting my pussy lips. I cry out his name as he inserts two fingers inside of me, and that sets off a rocket of an orgasm.
But Opal doesn’t wait for my climax to fade. He stands and slams into me, causing me to cry out his name again. The water is pouring down over us, making it seem more sensual and beautiful at the same time.
“So good. So tight and warm and wet, Jodie. Shit,” he pants out, slowing his pace. “I want this to last, baby. I want to take my time with you today.”
“Me too,” is all I can get out. One of his hands slides up the front of my body, cupping my breast and pinching the nipple. “Oh God.”
“On your knees, over the step,” Opal growls out. I look over my shoulder at him and see his eyes are even darker than before.
I go down on my hands and knees for him, making sure to stick my ass out for his viewing pleasure. The slap comes as a shock to me, so I yelp, and Opal laughs. Looking over my shoulder at him, I bite my lip and he growls.
“You like that, baby? Me spanking that sexy round ass of yours. Damn, I want to fuck this tight ass one day,” he tells me as he pushes his thumb into my forbidden hole. No man has ever taken me there, but if I trust anyone to do it, it would be Opal.
“One day,” I promise, and he hisses as he pushes his steel shaft into my pussy.
He fucks me with slow, deliberate strokes, in and out. He hooks his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside that makes me squirt for him, which he loves. Every single time.
Opal pulls out of me quickly and sits in the shallow water, before pulling me onto his cock before I can even suck in a new breath. I’m panting hard, just like he is. We always have a good workout when we have sex.
“Ride me,” he tells me, his voice thick with lust. With one hand on my hip and one on his cock, he guides me down onto him. I take him to the hilt and moan as he hits deep inside.
“You’re so deep like this,” I moan, circling my hips, and he moans with me.
I’m facing away from him, riding him, rocking back and forth at a slow pace, drawing out my pleasure and his. He reaches around me and strums my clit, pinching it every so often.
He kisses the side of my breast, sucking on the skin. The pleasure is taking over. My eyes are almost rolled into the back of my head, my heart is racing, and my skin is prickling with the need to come.
Sex with Opal is always like this; hot, sweaty and explosive. Thank fuck it’s only us here today and my neighbors are far enough away to not hear anything. My body tightens and I know I will climax soon.
“I’m close. Oh shit,” I pant, and Opal moves in for the kill. He found out that with one f
inger on the perfect spot on my clit, applied with enough pressure, will make me come in seconds, and that’s what I do, screaming his name.
“Come for me, Jodie. All over my fucking hard cock. He wants it, give it to him,” Opal hisses, his large hand gripping my hip. “Yes,” he grinds out.
My whole body locks up as my climax takes control. My nipples tighten beyond pain, and my pussy spasms like it never has before. And I squirt. I see my cum shoot out of me as Opal lifts his hips and goes even deeper. I scream as my orgasm intensifies, and I squirt again.
Being like this makes me more sensitive, and again, he loves it. He knows that if he touches my clit now, I will squirt again. When I have an everyday orgasm, it’s like my body has let out this huge amount of relief, but when I squirt, my body whole body comes alive. It’s crazy intense. I don’t squirt during every orgasm. It needs to be very physical and rough, like when Opal pushes hard on my clit or fucks me savagely.
He slams into me a few more times before he’s screaming out my name and spilling his seed inside of me. We settle against the wet tile wall and breathe heavily, trying to catch our breaths and calm our racing hearts.
“It never gets old with you, babe. I don’t think it ever will.” He gently kisses my shoulder and his stubble tickles my oversensitive skin. I shiver.
“Come on, let’s shower, then you can take me to this coffee shop you keep ranting about.”
I turn and kiss him, pouring everything into it.
“I love you, Opal.”
“I love you too, babe.”
He smiles and it knocks the breath out of me. He looks happy, content. I have never had a man look at me the way Opal does, and that is something that I will never tire of.
Opal opens the door to Coffee Cove for me, and I smile at Kenny behind the counter. He comes around to meet us and pulls me in for a hug. I can feel Opal’s gaze burning into the back of my head as this hunk of maturity hugs me.
“Hey, darlin’, not seen you in a while. How’s the baby mama doing?” Kenny asks, pulling away and leaning against the counter.
