“I could say the same thing about yours,” I admit, because fuck she’s got a rocking body. The room begins to fill with steam from the shower as I reach down and pull her form fitting leggings from her lower half. She lifts up her ass in order to help me out, causing her breasts to come into close contact with my face. Not being able to resist the succulent temptation, I grab a protruding nub in between my lips. I suckle it into a flat disc, trapping it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Her hands come up and grab ferociously at my hair, the intensity of her need for me has me ready to take her right here and right now, but I do need to get into the shower before the water chills. Once her pants have been slid completely off of her, she gracefully begins to lower herself down my body—chest to chest, skin to skin, tingles radiate throughout my entire being. Without saying one solitary word, she lowers herself to where her mouth is lined up perfectly with the zipper of my denim jeans. My pants are barely holding captive the hard-on protruding behind the confining, unforgiving material. She slowly and methodically releases my belt from its buckle with steady hands. Closing my eyes at the light touch of her hands on the release of my jeans, I pray that I’m able to attain my sanity. A concept that feels foreign and unreachable as her fingers lightly graze my skin above the waistband of my jeans. I feel a breeze of air as she lowers them down and they fall over the edge of my ass.
“Need to get these boots off, Malibu,” she states, as she reaches down and unlaces them. I assist her with their removal, as my socks then jeans shortly follow afterward. I’m standing naked in front of her with my cock barely touching the tip of her swollen lips. Her eyes pop up to meet mine as she snakes her tongue out from her mouth; she swipes her tongue up the slit of my cock’s head, taking a taste of the precum pebbling there. My fingers reach down and tangle in her long locks as she grabs the base of my dick and sucks the head into her cavernous heat. Opening her mouth wider, she sucks me down her throat, which amazes me each and every time she has done so. Once I’m embedded and my balls hit her chin, it takes all of my concentration of reciting my favorite ball players' scores in order to keep from shooting my load. I’m a man, not a teenage boy receiving his first blowjob. I should have a helluva lot better control over my appendage than I’m feeling right now.
“When I come, it’s not goin’ to be down your throat, Kassi,” I demand as I pull my hips back, hearing the pop of my cock leaving the confines of her mouth. Saliva is trickling down her cheek; taking my thumb, I wipe it off. “Shower, Kassi.” She gives me a lopsided grin as she stands up and stretches her arms over her head, causing her nipples to garner my complete and utter attention. My eyes can’t help but to once again travel to the perfection of her glamorous breasts.
“Follow me,” she sasses as she wiggles her finger in a ‘come here’ motion and steps inside of the shower stall. Never one to turn down an offer such as the one she’s offering; I quickly follow in her stead. As she steps under the spray of water, she arches her hips, pushing her ass out for my viewing enjoyment. Her pussy is on open display, glistening from her womanly wiles and not from the water cascading down her body. “We should get really dirty before we get all nice and squeaky clean.” Her come hither eyes are my ultimate undoing. There’s no foreplay needed for either one of us, she wants nothing more than to feel my steel hard cock probing her internal walls. She spreads her legs wider until her feet are touching the sides of the showers stall. When she leans her body further into the wall, I approach closer to her. Taking my dick in hand, I line myself up with her slicked opening. As my cock head is inserted into her heated chamber, she pushes her hips back, nearly swallowing me down to the base of my dick. One of my hands grabs her by the roots of her hair, and the other clutches her hip. Her head comes flying back, causing her back to arch even further than she’d been. I slowly pull my hips back, leaving only a small portion of my length inside of her; as she goes to protest this act, I slam my full length back inside of her. “Fuck yes,” she cries out as her pussy clamps down on me, causing black spots and stars to dance behind my retinas. My eyes stay open, watching the two of us where we’re joined, they’re enamored with the vision of me tunneling in and out of her weeping, greedy pussy. “Harder, Malibu. Show me I’m yours,” she challenges me. Not one to disappoint my woman’s needs, I once again slam deeply inside of her. One of her hands leaves the tiled wall in front of us as I feel the tips of her fingers grazing my balls. The movement of her hand from my aching nuts to her engorged clit, causes my heart to beat rapidly and the beast within me to become unleashed. My hips pummel her as I periodically add a swivel, hitting her G-spot just right. She mewls and hollers as her hand that was still braced on the wall begins slapping it in succession with my pounding hips.
“Get yourself there, I’m holding on by a thin thread that’s ready to snap, Kassi,” I inform her as I find myself closing my eyes to try and gain some control over my overpowering needs and incessant drive for release.
“I’m there, I’m there,” she chants as she screams out my name. As her pussy attempts to hold my cock hostage, I amp up my push and pull from her tight, unforgiving pussy. I fight harder to enter her as her body reacts to her release, the feeling of triumph when I push through her clamped walls has my balls drawing up. The tingle that lets me know completion is on the horizon races up my spine, pulling my balls up. As my load begins to shoot out of me, I slam my hands on the wall next to hers as I holler out her name. It takes me a minute of standing still, keeping my dick buried inside of her before my synapses begin firing online once again. “Missed this, you and me,” she admits through a small sob, and the guilt of not taking care of her squeezes my chest.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a damned fool, Kassi,” I respond, laying small kisses along her collarbone. “I was drownin’ in self-sorrow so I didn’t look up and see the pain you were sufferin’. I was so fuckin’ selfish, and I hate that part of me.”
“Whatever happened before today, we need to wipe the slate clean and start over. It’s just us now, Malibu. We have to learn to go from a triad relationship to a duo one. It’s a learning curve for us, but I have faith that we can make it out the other side through anything life throws our way.”
“It’s you and me forever, Kassi.” I’ve learned my lessons, they were hard and brutal, but they’re mistakes I’ll never make again. I will trust her no matter who or what tries to come between us and divide us. I should’ve never doubted my woman and who she is. She’s strong, loyal, loving, and truthful. I, however, am a coward who will work my ass off to be the man worthy of all of her traits. Therapy with her has opened my eyes to my misdoings, I’m not the man I always thought I was.
It’s disappointing and discerning to discover this about myself.
I can change.
I will change.
I’ll do anything for her.
I’m the fuckup, not her.
Never her.
“I’ve done some things I’m not proud of, Kassi.” My mind begins to go down the path that maybe I should open up and be honest with her. She has the right to decide if I’m who she wants forever… if she has it in her to forgive me for my misdeeds and betrayal of her trust.
“Me too, Malibu. Clean slate, remember? What’s in the past needs to stay there and buried.”
“But you need to know,” I begin.
She turns around and places a solitary finger over my lips, silencing me. “I don’t care, bury it, Malibu, because I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done. It’s over, done, gone… let’s move forward. Promise me whatever it is, you’ll let it go. I don't want to know, not today and not tomorrow. Not even on our deathbeds do I want a confession. Understand?” She pops her hip out as she asks this of me.
“Are you sure? You may not be able to forgive me if you ever discover what I’ve done.”
“I’ll never pay attention to an ill word spoken about you, Malibu. I love you, and that’s all that matters to me. Do you want a future with me?” she hesitantly asks.<
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“Forever and always,” I promise her.
“Then I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done. Now, that that’s outta the way, you owe me a good scrubbing.” She laughs with a twinkle in her eye.
“Then let’s get you shiny like a newly unwrapped toy on Christmas mornin’,” I announce and am happy to hear the giggles that she produces. God forgive me, but I’ll keep my word and not share this with her, and hope it never blows up in my face.
13
Kassi
I’m not sure what flipped Malibu’s switch but ever since we reconnected in the shower, we’ve been practically glued to the other’s hip. He’s got church today, so me and my girls are putting together a picnic for us and the kids. We’re still on a soft lockdown, so going anywhere isn’t possible, but the property is big enough that we’re heading out toward the back of the lot so the kids can run around and blow off some pent-up steam.
“I’ve got the provisions,” Kaci says, holding up a bottle of wine.
Holding back my snicker on what she perceives as important supplies I disclose, “Uh, just saying, we’ve got the kids, remember?” I leave out the part where I want to point out one of those is her own.
“One bottle with all of us won’t even register in our bodies,” she snaps with a roll of her eyes. “We’re not getting wasted, Kassi, just adding a little grown-up juice to the day and outing. Consider it grape juice if you must.” I start laughing because she’s trying so hard to be serious right now and miserably failing.
“Whatever. Do we have everything we need?” I ask, looking around. Sky unearthed a cooler and had a prospect fill it with ice, so now she’s adding juices and water for the kids. Sadie and Rylie have the sandwiches made and are packing those into the cooler as well. “Ha! Y’all forgot the chips and the cookies.” I walk into the pantry and grab the variety bag so that everyone can get what they want, then spy a package of Oreos so I pick those up as well. Gotta have some fun food to go with the ‘go-go juice’ my twin is insisting we take with us.
“Should we take some fruit?” Rylie questions, looking inside of the fridge.
“Why not? It’s nature’s candy after all,” Sky retorts. I roll my eyes; how the fuck does she know shit like that?
“I think we’re ready,” I state, looking at the controlled chaos.
“I’ll get a prospect to load it all onto one of the ATVs,” Kaci says. “Oh, gonna have them get the frisbees and shit too.” Good idea, we need to tire out these little devils who’ve been locked up and needing to expend some of that restless energy.
“I’ve got sunblock.” Leave it to Rylie to remember that; guess that’s another ‘mom’ thing. A memory begins to surface of a time when poor Jayna got a sunburn that had blisters forming on her shoulders. It was a cloudy day, so none of us thought that something of that severity could happen.
Lesson fucking learned.
“Then let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Kaci cries out. “That way, the men can do their manly biker shit.” A picture enters my mind of them all beating their chests and having a burping contest. It’s been known to happen… more than once, actually. I look over my shoulder and smile when I see Rylie climbing into the four-wheel drive SUV. Being pregnant, Kid would kill us all if we allowed her to drive or ride on one of the utility vehicles. This is as close as she’ll get to driving anything with the top off and wind blowing through her tresses. She’s been put on notice, she can only ride in vehicles deemed safe by Kid. I’m surprised he hasn’t gotten her a tank to drive, he’s that crazy over her safety and it’s quite entertaining the measures he’s willing to take to protect her and their unborn child.
The giggles from the twins ring out as the prospects carefully drive down the trail to our picnic spot. I look around, amazed at what the men have done for us. At some point, they put up a huge wooden swing set and playhouse contraption, and there’s an area with a huge tent for us to relax under while still keeping an eye on what the kids are doing.
“I wanna play!” Jayna says when she sees the playhouse, she begins kicking her feet as excitement to be outdoors begins to take root.
“Me too!” Jake announces when he sees the sandbox off to the side where there are dump trucks and cars galore.
“Y’all wait until we’ve stopped,” Rylie proclaims, using a stern voice that’s only used on her children. They nod but I can see them shaking with wanted anticipation. Once we’ve finally stopped, she says, “Go play, you two.” They grin at her before climbing down and running as fast as their legs can carry them to the objects of their current desire.
“God, I wish I had their energy,” I announce as I make my way to a chair under the tent. Watching them makes me feel old, and I’m anything but.
“Right? If we could bottle that shit, we’d be gazillionaires,” Sky replies.
“I don’t think that’s a word,” Sadie says as she shakes her head in Skylar’s direction.
“We can have Kaci Google it,” I tease. I squeal when a piece of ice flies through the air at me. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?” I question, mock glaring at her. Taking my water bottle, I point the opened end in her direction whereas she gives me a ‘try it’ look. If she thinks I won’t, she’s forgotten about how much I believe in paybacks.
“Google gives me an unlimited supply of information,” she informs me with a sneer directed solely at me.
“And it also causes you to panic unnecessarily,” Sky states, giving my twin the stink eye.
“Whatthefuckever,” Kaci responds, none too happily. I turn my head in order for her not to see the smirk that’s formed on my face. She and her Google searches have landed us at the hospital a few times with ‘undiagnosed’ by a doctor that she took upon herself to self-diagnosis. If that makes any sense… in other words, my sister believes she can diagnose every symptom we seem to have at the clubhouse. We all try to humor her and let her think she’s got the right of it, but then we all snicker when she turns her back. She’s crazy as fuck sometimes, but I love her regardless.
“This was a good idea,” I profusely announce. “It’s not too hot, not too cold, we’re still protected, and the kids can run off some of that pent-up energy.” The guilt that consumes me over the situation that isn’t of their making brings tears to my eyes. I can’t believe their lives have been put on hold because of some pansy ass motherfuckers. “Y’all, I’m sorry that my mess is making it so we can’t go out and about, continuing on with our lives in a normal capacity.” I watch Cash crawl out of his mother's lap and toddle over to the sandbox. He plops down in the middle of what Jake has been building. He bursts into laughter and Jake falls over to smash the other ‘thing’ he had constructed. Great, two sandy boys. Glad I don’t have to bathe them.
“Stop that shit right now,” Sky advises. “You’re our sister and we’re all family. If this is what we have to do to stay safe, I’m all for it. They’ll find that guy and take care of shit and once they do, we can go back to life as normal.” Of course, I can’t help but wonder what is considered normal in our life? I don’t ask it, but the thought is still there, simmering in the back of my mind.
Leaning back in my chair, I watch as the kids take on the world in their make-believe minds. This is what family is supposed to be about.
Malibu
We’re still no closer to finding Granger. It’s like he vanished into thin air or something, but I highly doubt that fact. We just haven’t found the particular rock he managed to crawl under is all, but we’ve put the word out through town that we’re interested in finding him, so I’m hoping that Kid calling church today means there was success by that proclamation through word of mouth. Kassi is more like she was before Fern died; open, loving, trusting. My guilt over how I got the information I need eats at me every night; I’m sure if my brothers knew, I’d get a beatdown from every one of them, especially from her brother. I’m trying to do what she asked and just focus on the here and now, but when the late hours of the night come, while she’s sleepi
ng, nestled in my arms, it all comes rushing back to the forefront of my mind. It’s like a plague that I can’t escape and I’m losing sleep and feeling the tiredness of the depravity through the daylight hours.
“You okay, brother?” Kid questions me as he comes up to where I’ve been sitting in solidarity at the bar, nursing a beer.
“Yeah.” My one word answer causes him to raise a singular brow at me. He’s not buying my load of bullshittery. Not that I blame him, I’m not doing a good job at hiding my feelings from any of them. Not being able to share my fuck ups with them is starting to eat a hole in my chest.
“How’s Kassi doing? She seems a lot more like her old self these days. I know it was hard for her to tell us all of that shit, and I hate that both of y’all were betrayed by Fern the way you were, but she needed to remember what happened that night when all’s said and done.”
“I hadn’t really thought about it like that,” I admit. “But I guess you’re right. Fern didn’t just turn her back on Kassi, she did on me as well. If she had just been honest about what Granger was up to, maybe she’d still be alive. She didn’t trust us enough and that kills me, brother.” I’m beginning to recognize there’s a lot about Fern that I didn’t know, and that pisses me the hell off. She was always the one spouting about how there needed to be no secrets between the three of us, but she was the one holding a detrimental one from all of us.
“She didn’t trust any of us enough, Malibu. She could’ve told y’all, she could’ve told Rylie or hell, any of the other old ladies or even one of us guys. We would’ve protected her and gotten Granger out of the picture.”
“Her lack of belief in our abilities ultimately cost her her life and we nearly lost Kassi as well,” I growl out, frustration tinging my tone.
“But Kassi’s okay now, brother. Focus on that fact because we can’t change the past no matter how much we wish we fuckin’ could.” Fuck, he’s saying the same thing the therapist has told the two of us; now if I could only get my head and heart to wrap around that and jump on the same fucking page, that’d be spectacular. “Ready for our meetin’?”
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