Big Daddy

by Alexis Abbott

  The fact that Mayor Hartley is meeting on our turf is proof enough of that.

  We pull up at our clubhouse, which stands tall and proud now that we own the building and have had more than enough support and funds to keep the place in pristine condition. Prospects come from all over the state to see this place, and now, we’ll be even more proud to show it off.

  At least, the outside is pristine. Inside, it’s the same old MC hangout that it always has been and always will be, so long as we have a say in it.

  A few minutes later, I’m sitting not at the conference table in the back room, but at one of the booths in the speakeasy-style bar downstairs. Mayor Hartley sits across from me between Bones and Ironside, while I flank Breaker as we drink local beers in the open. Kate leans behind the bar, overseeing from a distance, even though this is hardly a formal meeting.

  Well, the mayor is under the impression it is, but we know what this is about. He’s here to clear the air now that it’s clear who the winner is in this conflict.

  “Now about these uh, Buzzsaws,” the mayor says, still grimacing at having to use the MC names proper now that they’ve made headline news. “You say they’re dealt with as in, cleaned up? Done?”

  “If you read the report Ironside put together,” Breaker says, wearing his tattered kutte with no sleeves, looking as formal as he does when he rides on the dusty roads. “You’ll see that Diesel’s MC had a pretty simple hierarchy. The big dogs are gone, and we made sure that if there are any pups left in the area, they were prospects who might be worth reforming.”

  “We’re the largest MC in the state now,” Bones says proudly. “If anyone wants to ride, they’ll be hearing from us. And we have eyes and ears from border to border.”

  “That means you’re about to see human trafficking in Wyoming plummet,” I say confidently, assuring the uneasy look I see in his eyes. “That much we can say without a doubt.”

  “There are a few club owners who scurried off who’ll need to come to justice,” Ironside adds.

  “With the witnesses we’re gathering coming forward about what happened to them,” Breaker says, meaning the now-free victims of Diesel’s sick operation, “we’ll be able to start rooting them out too and keep the state’s entertainment businesses as clean as this bar.”

  “I can’t say I know how to speak your language, but it’s hard to argue with the results,” Mayor Hartey says with a tight smile, looking over to the bar that Kate’s pretending to clean while listening in. “And I help my friends. Your soldier problem is going away. I don’t want to begin to tell you what kinds of strings I had to pull to make it happen, but he’s being redeployed, and he’s staying gone.”

  “And the money his senator daddy was threatening us with is safe,” Breaker says, as much to the rest of us as to Mayor Hartley. “This county just busted the biggest human trafficking ring the state has ever seen. It would make you look like a grade-A fuckwad to pull money out of Pine Haven now, and that’s one thing senators don’t like doing unless they can get away with it.”

  “Not like you, Mayor Hartley,” Bones adds with a wink to our resident politician, who just takes a long drink of his beer.

  “Right,” he says tersely. “Well, I have to admit I’m surprised to have gotten a report in writing,” he says as he picks up the folder Ironside handed him, “but this does give me time to look things over. It sounds like you have things in hand better than I could have expected, to be quite honest,” he admits.

  “Pleasure working with you, Mr. Mayor,” Breaker says, showing amazing self-restraint in holding back his smugness. “You’re doing your voters a real favor here. From the sounds of things, they’ll remember that at the polls next year.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he says with a soft chuckle as he stands up. “Pleasure’s all mine. Keep it up, gentlemen.”

  The mayor left us alone, and we all exchanged growing smiles before raising our glasses to each other and clinking them with a laugh of triumph together. That was the last thorn in our side shipped overseas, and now…

  “All we’ve got left is to fill a big ol’ vacuum Diesel left,” Breaker says, clapping his hands together. “And don’t you know it, lucky for us, we’ve got more turncoats turning up as prospects every day. Hell of a week.”

  “You ain’t fuckin’ kidding,” Bones says, shaking his head. “At this rate, we’ll have to open a branch across the state.”

  “Don’t talk dirty to me like that in front of my girl, Bones,” Breaker grunts, and we all laugh, including Kate, despite herself.

  “Alright, it’s about time we gave ourselves a night off, so I’m calling it here,” Breaker says, standing up and smiling around at all of us. “We’ve done good work, boys. I remember sitting around a very different table with you all a long time ago when we got our reason to split from the Buzzsaws. We drew our line in the sand. Back then, one wrong move would have gotten us all killed.”

  “A few wrong moves almost got us all killed a few times,” Bones adds, and I kick him under the table to another subtle round of laughter.

  “All I’ve got to say is,” Breaker says, smiling warmly at us all, “I’d stage a coup all over again with you crusty bastards.”

  We raise our glasses to that, cheering heartily, and we drink to comradery and good times yet to come before we take our leave. Breaker stays behind with Kate while the rest of us go upstairs, and once we’re out, it was time to split for the night.

  We’d have a celebration and then some on the way. Right now, we all need a little personal time to ourselves...and to our lovers.

  And I have to go see my wife.

  Juliette

  I feel like the grime of my past is washing off me in the hot shower. My hair is completely soaked, and the black tendrils snake down my shoulders and over my chest while I stand with my face directly in the stream, feeling the pressure batter my cheeks before I step back and take a breath.

  This is life. I don’t know exactly when the feeling hit me, but somewhere in this past week of the aftermath of the fight at Diesel’s house, this transitioned into my new normal, or at least got a solid foot in the door. Showering in Big Daddy’s shower feels like being home, in my safe place. And it’s in part because I know he’s on his way home.

  I hear the bathroom door open, and I get goosebumps before I even turn around.

  “Fuck,” he groans at the sight of my silhouette through the glass, and my heart races as I look over my shoulder at the misty outline of his figure approaching me through the fog. I run a hot shower, and the room traps it too much, which makes for an impressive effect as my giant of a husband steps through the mist and into view. “Looks like I have good timing.”

  He puts a hand to the glass and pulls it aside to peer in, and I lick my lips as I bat my dripping eyelashes at him. Big Daddy--or Big Hubby, like I tried to call him sometimes to his chagrin--strips his kutte off and hangs it on the door before stripping away the black tank top underneath and kicking his boots off.

  “Looks like you had a good meeting, too,” I say as he lets his pants drop, and I swallow at the sight of the already half-mast cock hanging between his legs. “And a good ride home.”

  “How’d you know I was thinking of you the whole way?” he asks as he steps forward, dusty body getting moist even before he steps into the shower water.

  “Because I asked you to,” I say with a wink, and he grins. “Good to know you’re listening.”

  “Do I look like I’ve got enough brain cells to think about anything but you on the ride home?” he asks.

  I pause for a beat, then burst out laughing and cover my mouth as he steps into the shower and quickly rinses the grime off himself.

  “You need to stop making people think you’re a dumbass, we’ve been over this!” I tease when I get a hold of myself, bumping my hips to him as soon as he’s in the shower. “People are going to believe it eventually.”

  “I’ve always thought it was for the better that way,” he says, his
voice growing less playful and more sensual as it lowers to a husky growl. “Stay quiet, let people think what they want, and let my hands do the talking.”

  “I’ve been waiting to talk with you all day,” I say as a smile spreads across my face, and Big Daddy grins as he grips my hips and presses a kiss to my lips.

  I feel his tongue dive into me as he walks me back to the cool tile wall of the shower, where my wet black hair gets pressed to the tile while his thick lips brush over my cheek and kiss me over and over. His teeth make their way down to my neck, and he opens his mouth wider to bite me gently as he towers over me.

  I’m totally dwarfed by him, as always. My hands start to slide up his hips and feel his abs, and every time I count them, my hands nearly shake at how hard they are. The simple, primal power this man can wield in his body never ceases to amaze me.

  His greedy hands palm my breasts, and I let my head fall back as I wallow in the sensation he’s warming up in me, teasing out my every little nerve and caressing me into a frenzy of feeling that I’ve already been sensitive to. “I’ve been thinking about you the whole time you’ve been gone,” I confess into his ear as his nose brushes past some of my thick, wet hair and tickles my neck.

  “I won’t be able to focus on anything for a while,” he says, slowly taking a step back and reaching out of the shower for something on the sink nearby. I see him open the switchblade and smile at me menacingly, and I feel my body warming sinfully as I lick my lips. “Maybe I should kidnap you again and bring you with me on the long rides coming up.”

  “I don’t think I’d mind that,” I say, shivering as he corners me in the shower and wraps an arm around my waist.

  Ever so carefully, so practiced as he always was, he traces the edge of the blade along the most sensitive parts of my neck and down between my collarbone as I watched the gleaming steel and felt my skin electrify. His cock slid against my pussy and ground against me, sending a warm, glowing shiver through my body.

  “Are you going to do as I say?” he growls in a low, ominous tone that makes me swallow.

  “Anything,” I breathe, my body quivering.

  “Call me Daddy,” he demands with a malicious grin.

  “Fuck you,” I breathe.

  “You’ll do that too, little girl,” he growls, making my body melt as he squeezes me tight and holds the blade to my throat.

  I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and feeling the glowing pleasure radiating from that spot where his hardened spear-shaft is pressed against my clit. While he speaks, he grinds up and down, and I feel a warm rush of bliss that comes with the “threat.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I finally say, feeling a satisfied pulse from his shaft at that.

  “Good girl,” he growls, taking the knife away from my throat, closing the blade, and tossing it to the rug outside before shutting the door. “Now open up for Daddy.”

  I feel him hoist me off my feet and pin me against the wall, and I bring my hands around to the back of his neck instinctively to hold myself up just before I feel him slide into me. He takes no time, and he doesn’t even need to--I’m already slick and wet, and I have been since I stepped into the shower and knew I’d be here when he arrived.

  “Fuck, fuck!” I squeak as that thick, vein-ribbed girth slides further into my pussy and fills me up so completely that I feel heat blossom from within and send me floating through a dream in a matter of moments.

  Big Daddy wastes no time in rutting into me. I know this look in his eye, he has a primal need he has to work out. I feel that bulging purple crown pushing deep into me, pulsing and throbbing every inch that he drives in me. I can feel our juices mixing as he ruts further into me, and I drag my fingernails across the back of his neck as I grasp for stability.

  I wrap my legs around his waist at the ankles. He’s braced himself, and that iron body isn’t going anywhere. His pelvis ruts freely into me as those heavy, virile balls swing with such a beautiful promise swelling up inside them. All I can think about him bursting inside me, like the same ferocious drive that pushes him to fuck me this way is infectious. It’s like a pheromone in the air through that masculine scent the water tries to wash away, and I bask in it lavishly as I feel the first orgasm sneak up on me.

  My toes clench, and I let out a gasping cry as I feel tension clench in my lower abdomen and spread out like rays of the sun, warming my body in a way the hot water never could. I pant shamelessly for him as he gropes me and kisses me, never letting me have a second to myself as I welcome him into me with hard, fast thrusts.

  He groans, and the husky grunting I can hear from his throat is getting more raspy and less regular. I feel his precome spill into me, and I could almost laugh, I feel so overwhelmingly complete. The bulging crown pulses, and my husband presses a heartfelt kiss to my lips as he comes inside me, no condom, nothing but raw skin against skin and my honey mixing with his with every last thrust. He bucks wild into me as my own orgasm wracks my body so hard that I bite his lip, and he growls in dark laughter as he keeps rutting into me to put every last drop of that thick seed between my legs.

  Those kinds of thoughts don’t come through my mind that often--at least, they didn’t until him.

  “I love you,” I breathe as it comes to an end, even though he’s still hard as a rock inside me. “I love you so fucking much. Daddy,” I add, not wanting to sound like too much of a sap, but he most definitely gets the message as his face practically glows in love.

  “Daddy loves you too,” he teases, nipping at my neck again before slowly sliding out of me. He holds me, kissing me tenderly, and he caresses my breasts as we lean against the shower together.

  Just me and my kidnapper, looking ahead to a future we can be proud of as husband and wife.

  * * *

  EPILOGUE - JULIETTE

  * * *

  The orgasm wells up inside me as I feel Big Daddy’s tongue lavishing my clit with attention, his hands spreading over my belly as I dig my fingers into the thick winter bedsheets and let out a sharp gasp. My whole body convulses as I feel heat blossoming from my soaking-wet pussy. Big Daddy licks my lips clean as I wrap my legs around the back of his neck and try to press him harder against me.

  He laughs sloppily into my pussy as my helpless body twitches and gets goosebumps. He knows exactly what keeps me going and how to ease me down from an orgasm, and my melted body goes limp at last as I feel a sweet shiver run up me.

  “I love winter,” I sigh as my bare legs slide off him while he stands up.

  “Because there’s nothing to do up here but stay indoors and fuck between rides?” he growls, face glistening in the bedroom light around that bright white grin. “Yeah, it’s growing on me, too. It’s not even the coldest it’s gonna get, either.”

  “We’ll just have to get warmer,” I say, pushing myself up into the sheets and covering myself as the chill in the room starts to reach me again. I wrap the blankets around me until I’m a lump swaddled in black cloth with a face poking out, watching Big Daddy’s nude body clean himself off.

  He wipes his face off with a towel, then does the same for the thick, satisfied cock hanging between his legs. I can still taste him on my lips, and it gives me the same rush it did the first time I gave him oral.

  “What says ‘biker Christmas party’ in my wardrobe?” he grunts with a raised eyebrow as he opens the closet and steps aside.

  “I was about to ask you the same question,” I say.

  “I think you’re good like that,” he says after a quick glance up and down my bed-nugget form. He strides over to my face peep-hole and leans in to kiss me, and I feel my face turn a faint shade of pink.

  “Just roll me through the snow,” I say. “Put goggles on me and strap me to your back on the way to the party. If anyone asks questions, tell them I’m just a cask of bootleg cider.”

  He snorts a laugh. “Save that idea for the wedding. It might make your mom throw less of a fit over the whole idea.”

  “You know Mom loves yo
u,” I say, laughing softly.

  “No, you two have gotten a hell of a lot closer, I think there’s a lot you could get away with that wouldn’t bother her,” he says jokingly, as if we aren’t grown adults.

  He’s right, too. My brother was never very close to the family, so I think my mom was almost expecting it when she got the news that he had passed. I told her it had just been a gang incident. She doesn’t need to know more details, much less that I was there for it. She had been preparing for that news for a lot longer than I realized, and that took some of the sting out.

  Still, Pam had lost her son, and I’d lost a brother. It’s been kind of a wakeup call for both of us. I’ve been making a point to meet up with my mom regularly even after she’s gotten better, and she’s been taking steps to improve her life that I never thought I’d see her do. She’s even trying to quit smoking.

  “Alright, Christmas fashion. For you, I’m thinking what you had picked out for underwear is my only input for the outfit,” he says, holding up the lacey lingerie we picked up on our last trip to Denver before the snow started falling.

  “That’s a given,” I say, nodding and slowly unraveling my bundle to step out toward the closet and start slipping into the expensive black fabric he bought for me. “But I’m thinking…”

  I quickly slip into a thick pair of leggings, a large black wool sweater that hangs low, and a thick gray scarf that I can easily bundle around me so snugly I’ll be downright hot in my clothing shell, and it just so happens to go well with my black beanie.

  “You’re wearing the turtleneck,” I inform him.

  “I knew you’d say that,” my husband says with a warm smile. “Dick.”

  “It’s a good turtleneck, you’re the dick!” I say, correctly, while he pinches my ass as soon as the underwear is on me. “Wear it. And no underwear, if I’m wearing the lace. That’s the deal,” I say with a smirk and a wink.”