Finding Patience

by Eden Rose

  “Do you, uh, do you want to watch what’s going on?” I ask him quietly.

  Alexa’s playing on her phone in her hands at the moment ignoring us completely. Like I said before, I don’t want her to know the magnitude of how crazy people can be.

  Brett sucks his teeth a little before letting out a deep breath. “As much as I do, I don’t need you watching it. Or Alexa. Talk to me about anything else. I need you to distract me so I don’t run up there and fuc-kill those guys!”

  I have to giggle when he tries to stop himself from swearing like that. “It’s cute when you correct yourself,” I inform him to ease his questioning stare.

  “Glad you think it’s funny when a biker has to monitor what they say.”

  Shaking my head, I tuck it into his neck to breathe in the unique scent that is him. I take deep breaths of his yummy smelling body to anchor myself from having a panic attack.

  “Why don’t you eat?” He asks me quietly to not disturb Alexa.

  Lying is what I’ve gotten used to when it comes to this question. “I do eat,” I defend myself.

  Brett shakes his head to let me know that he’s not buying it. “No, you don’t. We’ve been doin’ this for almost a week and I’ve never saw you eat anything!”

  “I’m under a lot of pressure. I eat but it’s a strict diet. You wouldn’t understand.”

  “Mommy’s afraid to get fat, daddy. Some mean people keep asking if she is pregnant.”

  “That’s what it is? You’re worried about being fat?”

  The way he asks me the question is almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous for me to feel this way. Men don’t understand the reality of being a woman in this industry.

  So, I let him know that.

  “This industry is hard to be in. If you’re too fat, you’re pregnant. If you’re too skinny, you’re on drugs. There’s no in-between. I got tired of asking if I were pregnant and I decided to watch what I eat,” I inform.

  He shakes his head. “I don’t give a fu-crap what they say about you. I want your curves back. I want that bouncing ass back you had the first time I saw you. I want my woman back.”

  It’s my turn to shake my head. “Quit.”

  Brett’s fingers tighten in my side. “How are we supposed to have more kids and sh-everything if you’re starving yourself?”

  The idea of having more kids has me a little itchy. “I don’t know if I want more.”

  We don’t get a chance to finish our conversation because the All Clear knock is being tapped on the door.

  Sliding out of his lap, I grab Alexa’s hand to take her upstairs to get ready for bed. “You ready?”

  She nods her head. “Yep. You have to do it the right way. Grandpa does it wrong!”

  RABIES

  With everything that has happened today, I want to be with my family but I also want my club here, too. I want them to help us get through this and help us figure out who’s doing this.

  I’m strolling the hallway outside of Alexa’s bedroom waiting for this bedtime ritual that I’ve been told about.

  I’m anxious to get my hands on my woman and sink into her body. She needs to hurry up because I also need to check in with The Bear.

  We need to get this whole mess figured out as soon as possible. The longer my parents are out there lurking, the worse this shit is going to be.

  “Mommy, don’t forget to check under the bed!” Alexa squeals from the bathroom door.

  I’m looking through the doorway to see what’s going on in there, and I see that Patience is walking around with a black bag in her hand a comb. These girls are amazing and they are all mine.

  “There’s nothing down there,” the mother of my child exclaims.

  “How do you know?” Alexa screams out defiantly.

  Patience lifts up the covers to look under the bed again. She reaches her hand under there. “Because there’s no one there!”

  “What about my sheets?”

  The little brat is making her mother work for it tonight.

  Popping my head in the room, I see that Patience’s on the ground with the bag but Alexa’s still by the bathroom. “What’s going on in here?”

  Alexa shakes her head to inform me that she doesn’t want to talk about it.

  “We are checking for monsters. Right, Alexa?”

  “Yes, daddy. Monsters sometimes get in the house and we need to make sure they’re not hiding in my room.”

  My mind whirls. “Why do you think a monster would be in here?”

  “I heard Skin and Andre talking about someone in the house a long time ago.”

  “Sweetie, you never told me this,” Patience states with annoyance. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I thought you would be mad. I stood outside the office because I wanted to watch them work and they talked about it.”

  “How about daddy reads you a bed time story?” I ask.

  My wife all but runs past me but I stop her. “Sit on the bed with us and read the damn story with me. We’ll deal with it in a few.”

  For the next five minutes, I read a story about a train and his friends. Were books always this dumb when I was a kid or are they running out of ideas?

  Tapping out a quick text to the prez, I wait for him to respond.

  ME: hey. I need you over at P’s now

  THE BEAR: im at the kitty. What’s up?

  ME: someone’s been in my girls house and im pissed. Need my brothers

  THE BEAR: all right. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes.

  “Is she asleep?” I ask Patience when I come back into the room after stretching my body. Those little beds suck.

  “Yeah. What’s up with all these secrets everyone has?” Patience asks.

  “Let’s go to the living room,” I suggest. I need to get her out of this room so we can have a conversation.

  Just as we are entering the living room, Andre and Skin are strolling in there with a photo in their hands and my brothers are behind them.

  “Man, this is a fancy house!” Trip announces with wonder.

  “Shit! Who knew Rabies actually had a woman, much less a rich one?” Slice exclaims with his normal flippant attitude.

  “Bastards,” I mutter under my breath.

  “What are they doing here?” Patience asks with her head shaking. “I can’t have this many people in here. The paps would have a field day with all this!”

  For the next several minutes, all of us lay everything out there. I know that the emotions are high because Patience’s trying not to cry while she looks at her body guards with betrayal. Then it’s my turn to get upset when she shows me the pictures of me fucking random bitches.

  It was at that moment, that the Skin shows us the pictures of the person that Alexa was talking to.

  PATIENCE

  Secrets.

  We all have them.

  However, it sucks when you find out that someone you care about is keeping a colossal one from you.

  Finding out that my body guards and Brett have talking about this intruder that I never knew anything about, hurts worse than anything else that I’ve heard. Including the firework show that The Lucifer’s Lair MC put on today at the cabin.

  “Who’s in the damn picture?” I demand without even looking at Brett or his brothers. I’m looking past them to my body guards.

  Or should I say my old ones?

  Brett and his brothers take a look at the picture and growl. “It’s my fuckin’ father. He’s the one that’s been talkin’ to our daughter!” He screams.

  “We need to put everyone on lock down. Rabies, you need to pack up the girls and get to our clubhouse ASAP.”

  “What?” I ask at the same time as Skin and Andre.

  “We take care of our own and you are now one of ours. We need to make sure you’re safe.”

  I shake my head just as one of the other brothers steps up. “According to my woman, she’s got a tour comin’ up. We tried to get tickets for her and our son but you’re
sold out!”

  Normally, I would be flying over the moon from hearing that, but today I’m not. “Sorry. I’ll try to figure something out but I’m going on my tour. There’s no way I could cancel.”

  “That’s right. She can’t cancel because if she does, it would be career suicide,” Kate informs everyone.

  As usual, the little skank is wearing revealing clothes with her switch of the hips.

  Brett’s got my hands stuck in between his and I think we are both drawing the strength off the other one right now. “No offense, baby, but I care more about your safety than a god damn concert.”

  “His dad had found you this easily, how easy would it be find you again? In a highly popular concert!” The Bear states with a little more hardness than I thought he was capable of.

  “No!” I shout. “I’m a performer. I perform. You take me off the stage and people forget about me… I can’t have that. I worked too damn hard, fuck!”

  Flip, one of the brothers that I actually like, nods his head in understanding. I like that he gets why I feel the way I do when it comes to this shit. “She’s right.”

  “I don’t want my fuckin’ wife and daughter out in public right now. No more coffees with friends, no more shopping at the places you love. There’s no more of any of that until we find my dad. He can charm anyone. We can’t have him poaching you guys or anything.”

  “No! That’s why I have body guards,” I point to the guys standing out of the conversation. “That’s what they do.”

  Brett shakes his head violently and grasps my fingers tighter. “I need to know that you’re okay. I need o know that our daughter is too. I need to know everything you do and when you do it. Why? Because you’re my girl and I need you.”

  *

  RABIES

  I’ve got my tongue all over Patience’s pussy right now. I’m bringing her close to that elusive orgasm that I bring out of her each time I touch her and she’s sputtering. “Please! Please!”

  Chuckling, I lick her from her asshole to your clit and then back down again paying special attention to her pussy hole. She’s so fucking wet right now that my tongue is just gliding over her so easily. I love that I get her this turned on.

  Her fingers pull on my hair to get my mouth to stop moving on her but I’m not ready to give up on getting her to come a second time. I love when she’s come so hard that her thighs shake around my head. It’s the biggest compliment.

  She’s right on the breach of her second orgasm and she’s crying out for me. “Please, Brett! Please! I will do anything if you let me come!”

  Taking my mouth off her I smile an evil smile because I know exactly what I want from her and she’s not going to like it. “Anything?” I taunt while shuttling my finger in and out of her tight hole that has her pussy muscles flexing around me.

  “Anything!” She cries with desperation.

  I suck her little pink clit in my mouth and I suck it hard. Patience squeals while thrusting her hips up to my meet my face. To get me to focus on her clit more.

  Knowing that she’s almost where I want her to be at, I take my mouth away again much to her pleading for me not to. “Anything?” I taunt one more time.

  Her pussy flexes, tenses and does it all over again on my finger telling me that she’s about to come. She’s so close that she’s chasing it. I love that her body is so easy for me to manipulate and pleasure all at the same time.

  Patience’s thighs squeeze my head with my mouth hovering over needy, greedy pussy. With my tongue poking out, I seep through her puffy lips and flick her clit. I’m not going to give her exactly what she wants because I need her to beg me for it. I need her to know that I have her just as much as she has me.

  “Please!” She screams.

  Now, it’s my turn to see how desperate she is to come. Grabbing my dick that’s pulsing against the mattress, I pull on the head to make sure that I’m ready to fuck her. I know I’m ready, I just want to make sure that my dick knows that it’s our turn now.

  Catching her off guard, I push through her resistance of her thighs and smother her body with mine. My teeth latch onto one of the puffy nipples that are straining for my attention. I don’t wait for her to beg me again. I give us both what we’re wanting and that’s my dick to be so deep inside her body that she screams so loud from being full of my dick.

  Thrusting all the way in, it’s my turn to groan because her pussy is milking me. I set a punishing pace with my balls slapping against her ass. They’re heavy and ready to blow all over her sexy body.

  “Baby,” I moan through my teeth gritted.

  “Uh huh,” she mumbles through her moans that pierce my ears.

  Patience sounds like a kitten in heat with her desperate mewls. “You gonna come?” I ask her.

  She nods her head from side to side. “Good!” I answer while slowing down.

  The pleas that she shouts out are almost humorous. I would have laughed if I didn’t just deny my own orgasm to myself. I’m a sick bastard but I have to get her to see that I don’t want her to leave on tour.

  “Don’t go on tour.”

  Our eyes are transferring energy back and forth while we both fight our pride. “For fuck’s sake?” She demands.

  I take a deep breath. “Don’t go on tour. I can’t deal with you bein’ gone for six months. I just got you back!” I beg.

  She shakes her head. “I have to go on tour. It’s been planned for over a year. Every concert hall is booked full.”

  My girl is greedy as she tries to move her hips to a entice me to continue fucking her. “No. I don’t want you to go.”

  “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t go!”

  Patience’s face is taut with anger but it’s the frustration in her eyes that throw me off balance every time. “I just got you back after five years and we’ve got a life to plan,” I tell her with forcefulness in my voice.

  Her hands push my shoulders so I slide off of her but I don’t move. If she gets enough space between us, she’s going to run. “You can’t be fucking serious?”

  I growl at her. “I am fuckin’ serious, Patience.”

  “You wait until the day before I leave for my tour and while we’re having sex to pull this shit? This stupid relationship jealousy?”

  Her words burn me as they penetrate my heart and soul. “So I just have stupid jealousy? Is that what you’re trying to say? My feelings of having my wife travel all over the world don’t matter to you? I don’t get a say anything you do? What about our daughter?”

  The minute those words fly out of my mouth, I knew I made a big mistake.

  PATIENCE

  One minute I’m on my way to a powerful orgasm and in the next minute, I want to kill Brett for this bull shit he’s trying to pull. Now, he’s going to insinuate that I don’t parent Alexa? Fuck him.

  I push him up by his shoulders until he moves enough for me to slide out from under him. His dick is still hard but I fight the moan that’s bubbling up in my throat over it.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” I demand while stomping over to my pajamas that are lying next to the bed where they were shredded off me earlier this morning.

  “My problem,” he probes as he follows my action, “is the fact that these fuckers are jackin’ off thinkin’ about you and that sexy body!”

  I fight the urge to giggle. “You joking with this shit?”

  He has to be joking if that is his major problem he has with me touring. “Men jerk off to the thought of a woman and not to an actual woman,” I instruct.

  My stomach grumbles but I place my hand over it hoping it’s not too loud. That would be embarrassing!

  “Not my wife!” He growls.

  Now that I’m dressed, I feel like I have enough space between us now and don’t have him staring at me. He’s made a comment before about not staring at naked women. I think it was just a play to score. “You’re being fucking crazy right now!” I blurt out.

  Brett walks around the bed
and grabs me by my shoulders. Trying with everything that I can, I fight being pushed against the wall. The minute my back is pressed against the brick wall, I know I’m a goner.

  His breath fans over my lips gracing me with the presence of having such a strong cologne of cars, grass, pot, cigarettes and alcohol. It’s almost too strong but I still can smell my dinner almost being done.

  “It’s crazy for me to care?”

  My mouth open and closes a couple of times while I try to think of something to say. I’m all out of words but I can’t give up my tour. It will ruin my reputation and everything that I have worked for.

  “Brett, I know…”

  His hand comes off my arm and his fist flies past my face into the wall next to me. The blunt force has me yanking my body away from him so quickly that I have whiplash. “Are you crazy?” I scream at him, trying to get to the other side of the room to hear if Alexa has woke up.

  Brett’s left hand flies over his hair as if he’s trying to get his hair back into some sort of a style. The man is so infuriated but he’s so fucking hot! What is wrong with me?

  He whirls around and stares at me with the haunting eyes of a man who’s trying to fight demons that are larger than anyone else’s demons. “Crazy? There’s that fuckin’ word again! You think you can just run off on tour and leave us here? You think you can just go do whatever the fuck you want and you don’t have to answer to anyone? I should have known. I should have known that the woman I married five years ago was long gone. You’re just a woman in her body.”

  Brett storms past me and grabs his keys before leaving me. I’m staring at his back while he thunders down the steps of my mansion until he’s slamming the front door. I listen for the tell-tale sign of his Harley starting and then listen as he peals out of the driveway.

  My knees give out and I can’t hold my body up anymore. This is worse than finding out that he was dead. I know he’s alive but he left me. He left us.

  He left Alexa and I.

  I have no idea if he’s coming back but I know I have my tour tomorrow.

  I cover my face with my hands letting out a sob of despair.

  The sobs have dissipated but now I’m feeling thirsty. Strolling through my house until I’m in front of my fridge, that’s when I see the letter haphazardly thrown on my table.