“Sorry, love bug, yes, Drea, you may have a popsicle,” I answer, knowing that it’s really her that wants the ice cold treat on a stick.
“Yipee!” She stands up, clapping her hands together in jubilant glee. “Did ya hear that, Drea, we get to have a treat.” She reaches out to grab my hand and roughly starts yanking me to hurry me along.
“I’m coming,” I smile at her as I amusingly inform her. “Let’s go see if the others want one as well.” After I inform her of this, her face falls.
“Do we have’ta, Aunt Kassi?” She sticks her quivering bottom lip out in protest, not wanting to share with the others.
“Yes, you have to,” Rylie superiorly and effectively declares to her daughter. Her crestfallen face doesn’t seem to deter Rylie from giving into her daughter's tearful, dejected squint. I’d totally suck at this mothering gig, because that look upon her face is enough to cause me to want to give into her every desire.
“But, Mom, this is mine, Drea and Aunt Kassi’s time,” she stubbornly protests her mother’s final decree.
“If that’s the case, then you can have make believe popsicles.” Rylie continues to put her foot down. My head volleys back and forth between the two as them continue to argue.
“How am I supposed to do that?” Jayna crosses her arms over her chest, sending her mom a nasty glare.
“Use your imagination, Jayna,” Rylie declares, holding her ground against her daughter.
“Fine, if I share, can I get the real thing?” She places her small fists into the divots of her hips. I have to turn my head so she doesn’t witness the smirk that’s found its way onto my lips.
“Yes, you may.” Rylie smiles, knowing that she’s made her point loud and clear to Jayna. As she runs off to gather the other kids, Rylie looks at me and says, “there’s a lesson in everything. She needs to know there are times when she can’t be pig-headed and needs to share and play nice with others.”
“You’re a good mom, Rylie,” I say to her which causes a shy smile to form.
“Thank you. I work hard every day to teach her to be a good person. Some days are easier than others.” She turns on her heels and follows the gaggle of children as they run into the kitchen in anticipation of their messy, frozen treat. Standing up, I place the baby doll I’d been playing momma with down, and follow in their wake. She’ll need someone to help clean up those messy faces.
17
Kassi
“Harder,” I bellow out as Malibu takes me from behind. I woke up this morning to his tongue deliciously swiveling circles around my clit. I was soaking wet by the time I became fully alert.
“Take it how I give it to you, Kassi,” he says, a dominating, commanding tone in his voice. “This is my rodeo, you’re just along for the ride.” Fuck, I love it when he gets all growly and demanding in bed. I like the unfiltered, no holds barred way he speaks to me while allowing himself to give into the lustful demands of his body.
“Yes,” I stammer out as he hits that button deep inside of me. It feels so good that my toes curl and my breathing rapidly quickens in my chest.
“Chest to the bed,” demands, and I instantly comply, knowing that if I do so, he’ll make it worth my while. As soon as my upper body lands on the bed, his body comes down over the top of mine. His hands go over the top of mine as our fingers lace together. “Fuck, you take me so damn good.”
As his pace picks up in speed, my body begins to float away in a pleasure induced haze. I begin continuously chanting, “Yes,” and “Don’t stop,” over and over again. His relentless powering into me has all cognitive thoughts vacating my mind. I begin speaking in tongues, because I don’t recognize a word leaving my mouth.
“Shit, yes, lose control, Kassi. Ride my cock from underneath,” he huskily speaks, as my hips begin bouncing and grinding back and forth on his dick. He stops moving and allows me to take the reins. I can’t get enough of him, his dick does things to me that I never believed were possible. He’s a perfect fit inside of me, I feel him touching every part of my internal walls. There isn’t an empty part of me that he’s not touching. His thumb goes down to the puckered sphenoidal of my ass as he begins to rub circles and apply pressure, never breaching my forbidden zone. But when he does this, my body ignites with passion. My fingers curl with his as my stomach clenches from the upcoming orgasm trying with determination to break free. “Fuckin’ hell, you just squeezed the fuck out of my dick, Kassi. Do that again,” he fervidly dictates. My body begins to shudder as my walls clamp tighter on his girth. My muscles spasm as my ears begin to roar with blood flow, the only thing I can hear is the rushing and swooshing sound of my heart as it frantically beats. With one of his hands laced with mine, and the other continuously thrumming my ass, I detonate as an inferno ignites deep within my belly and I lose all cognitive thoughts. I come hard, one orgasm after another hitting one on top of the other. I can still feel Malibu seating himself in and out of my opening, I help him find his own release by slamming my hips back into him. It doesn’t take long before he’s roaring out my name.
* * *
Malibu is sitting on the edge of the bed, lacing up his boots as he begins speaking, “We had a good lead on Granger, baby. Rip and his men went to check it out. If it all pans out, he’ll be here and we’ll get those answers we’ve been lookin’ for.”
“I know this is unorthodox and not done, but when y’all are finished with him, I have a few questions I’d like him to answer for me personally,” I rush out, knowing he’s going to be taken aback from my request. But I’m the one who had those nasty ass fuckers’ dicks in my mouth and was probed and felt up as if I was nothing more than a sex toy they viewed as their personal blow up doll. Most of my memories are there, but there are a few things I don’t understand. He needs to supply me with the why’s.
“Baby, after everythin’ you’ve been through, do ya really think it’s a good idea?” Malibu asks, but I can see him considering my request. He knows I need some closure and a little bit of my own retribution.
“I won’t go to extremes, Malibu. But I need to do it so I feel as if I’ve taken back some control of my life. Put yourself in my place and think of what you’d need to move forward,” I implore.
“I’ll talk to Kid and Ryder, but I make no promises, Kassi. It’s ultimately up to them to decide on if it’s gonna happen.”
“But you’ll talk to them… right, Malibu?”
“Yes, baby, I’ll talk to them. Now, come give your man a kiss before I go face the firin’ squad on your behalf.”
“So damn dramatic,” I jokingly imply before launching myself through the air and into his open, waiting arms. Once we break from the kiss, I tell him, “I love you, Malibu.”
“And I love you too, Kassi. More than any words can express. I’m a happy man that you’ve given a jerk like me a second chance. I’ll spend the rest of my days makin’ up my foolish ways to you.”
“You already have,” I inform him, as I lay yet another kiss upon his lips. “Now, go get those stubborn asses to agree to let me talk to Granger.”
“Just talk, right?” he asks, raising his brows in suspicion.
“Yep,” I say, knowing that I’m not technically lying since somewhere on the top of my head some hairs are crossing. He’d see if I did so with my fingers behind my back, so I go with the old saying that if he can’t see it, it’s all good.
Malibu
“Why are we considerin’ this again?” Ryder asks none to happily.
“Because, she says she needs this to move on. Somethin’ about closure and shit,” I respond to his question. “We’ll all be in there with her when it takes place, what could go wrong?”
“Have you not met my sister, Malibu?” Ryder asks, looking at me as if I’ve grown a second head. “She’s infamous about promisin’ one thing, then doin’ the exact opposite. She’s got a bad temper as you know, do ya really think she’s just gonna ask a few questions and be satisfied?”
“Would that be a b
ad thing if she lost it a little, Ryder?” Kid asks him, the first thing he’s said since I told them about her request. “Think about what all she went through, man. If she needs to smack him around a bit here and there, I’m not gonna stop her. She deserves to have her hand meet his flesh.” As I go to disagree with him, he holds up his hands halting me where I sit. “As you pointed out, we’ll be there and on top of that, we’ll make sure he’s bound and can’t lay a finger on her. We’ll keep her safe and let her search for the answers she seeks. If her hand flies here and there, I’m willin’ to turn a blind eye to it.”
“I just don’t want her doin’ nothin’ that’ll set her back none. She’s worked hard to find herself again.” She’s strong and has tread her way through wave after wave to find solid ground again. I don’t want anything to cause her to backpedal and have to find that lifeline once again.
“Come to think on it, maybe we should offer her a baseball bat,” Ryder mutters as he sulks in the corner of the room. “He needs to feel just a bit of the pain she went through. If she ain’t got the stomach to do it, I’ll do it for her.”
As I go to argue that she’s my woman and it’s my right to do it on her behalf, Kid’s cell phone begins to ring. “It’s Rip,” he states before accepting the call and putting it on speaker. “Talk to me,” he answers.
“Package is secure and enroute to you. Should be arriving in 0800 hours. See ya shortly, brother,” Rip advises before disconnecting the call.
“We need to let the others know that we’ll be having a delivery later this evenin’. Send out a text alert to the officers that we need to meet in an hour from now,” Kid directs Ryder who then begins furiously tapping on his phone. “We’ll let Kassi go in first, I don’t want her seeing all the blood that’ll be drippin’ off this fucker once we get our hands on him. That’s a trigger we don’t need her to witness.” Since I agree with him, I nod my head then walk out of the door. I need a shot, maybe two. My hands are twitching and my body is vibrating as I begin to mentally prepare myself for Granger’s impending arrival.
As I make my way to the bar and grab a shot glass, Kassi comes to join me. “Everything okay, Malibu?” She has a nervous twitch under her eye when she’s full of nerves. I raise my thumb up and apply pressure there, something I’ve done since the day we met, it seems to help the nerves settle a bit.
“Everythin’ is peachy, Kass. I promise, we have a delivery expected tonight.” Leaning over, I whisper for only her ears to hear, “you’re up first, baby girl. Only contingency is that we’re in there with ya. Understand?”
“Yes. Thank you,” she says with a hitch in her voice before tossing her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly to her. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will be.” Wanting to add a little lightness to the dark, I inform her, “your brother wants to give you a baseball bat.” She tosses her head back on her shoulders as she laughs. It’s a beautiful visual to see, her face is glowing with happiness. “Let’s grab a bite to eat, we need to fuel our bodies for our extra-curricular play time later.”
“I need sugar,” she playfully says, batting her eyelashes at me. “We’ve got donuts.”
“As long as you at least drink some damn juice, Kassi, I won’t complain,” I promise her. I’m a stickler when it comes to her health and well-being. We eat a lot of protein, good carbohydrates and lots of fruits and vegetables. My ma was always conscious when it came to the food that entered my body, it’s something that I’ve kept with me as I went my own way in life. It’s ingrained in me, and now, I share that with her. Don’t get me wrong, I have my days where I eat sweets and bad things, knowing that if I deny myself, those sweet treats will dance in my head and I’ll eventually give in and engorge them in one sitting. I’d rather give myself something special here and there than crave it on a daily basis.
“I will, and we’ll go for a run around the compound later.” She’s lying, she’s not a runner unless there’s zombies following her. She’ll last all of two minutes before flopping to the ground, screaming about being hot, out of breath and all that jazz. She’ll lift weights with me every day, spar with me in the ring, but if you mention the word exercise in any capacity, she freaks the fuck out.
“How about we hit the gym instead.” I give her a second option to appease her. She brightly smiles at me and sticks her hand out for a shake. I take her hand in mine, but instead of shaking on it, I pull her into me and lay a scorching kiss on her lips.
“That’s how we should seal our deals every time,” she breathlessly says as we break apart.
“Couldn’t agree more,” I say, more than willing to adopt that concept. Anytime I can get her lips on mine, I’ll jovially agree to. “Let’s go eat.”
* * *
She’s glistening with sweat as she does her fifteenth deadman’s squat. Her tank top is soaked through, and her nipples are standing at attention. Her face is red, the concentration plastered on her face as she counts her reps is amusing, but I don’t laugh… it’d only serve the purpose of pissing her off. “Ten more, baby girl, you’ve got this.”
She rolls her eyes at me before saying, “Shh… don’t talk or I’ll lose my count.” A chuckle escapes me before I can call it back. “Asshole,” she mumbles out quietly as she does another squat.
“Nine more,” I announce, trying to help her keep her count.
“Shut it!” she bellows as she begins breathing heavily through exertion. “Whoever said working out is fun, is one stupid fuck.”
“But it keeps your mind and body strong, baby.” When I finish stating this, she gives me a menacing glare. “You can do this.” I try to encourage her each step of the way, if it were up to her, she’d have already called it a day and then walked the fuck away. “You wrap up these reps and I’ll bath you then give you a full-body massage as an incentive and reward for finishin’.” It’s both beneficial to her and myself… I get the chance to have my hands roaming up and down her body and she gets to relax and enjoy her muscles being kneaded into submission.
“How many do I have left?” she huffs the question out.
“Seven, baby.” The crestfallen look on her face reminds me of that baby chicken screaming out to all who’d listen about how the sky is falling. I begin counting her down as she rises. She has the barbell laid on her shoulders as her body begins to waver, getting in front of her, I begin yelling out encouraging comments. A steady, yet determined look takes hold of her; her face contorts to full concentration mode as she sets a new record for herself. A smile corrupts my face as she quickly makes it through to the final set.
“Done. You, mister, owe me a bubble bath. Get to finding my ass a tub and let’s get this pampering started,” she states as she marches over to her bottle of water, basically rips the cap off and instead of swallowing a sip, she douses her body. I watch as it streams down her bared stomach and gnaw on my bottom lip.
“Meet me in the jacuzzi room, woman.” I turn and walk away with a smile on my face. The bubbles I promised her… yeah, they’re from the jacuzzi that’s tucked away behind a locked door here in the gym. I already warned the others to stay away… this was a play I’d already had planned out. Our clothes are already in there waiting for us, along with some strawberries and champagne for her and beer for me. I plan on occupying her mind for hours to come.
18
Malibu
I’m already stripped down to my birthday attire and have a glass poured for her before she makes her way into the spa area. Candles are lit around the room, giving it an iridescent flare. The strawberries are already cut into small chunks and placed on a small platter. I tried to think of everything I could do to make this a perfect romantic setting. Not usually the way I do things, but she deserves a well thought out plan and execution. She deserves rainbows, flowers and all that romantic shit you read about and watch on television. When I said I’d strive each and every damn day to make her feel special and loved, I’d meant it.
“Malibu,” she says
in awe as she takes in the surroundings. “You did all of this for me?” A tear leaks from her eye as she questions me on this.
“I’d do anything to make you happy and show you how much you mean to me, Kassi,” I divulge, showing my emotions through my actions, words and facial expressions. “This is just the beginnin’ of provin’ my worth to you, Kassi. Now, why don’t you remove those sweaty clothes and hop on into the tub.”
“Looks heavenly, don’t mind if I do,” she contently sighs as she says this. I intently watch as her clothes begin to come off one piece at a time. As soon as the last article of clothing is removed from her body, I lift up my hand to help her step into the jacuzzi. The steam coming from the top encompasses her foot as it enters. This is one of those times I wish I had a camera to capture the image. Just her foot surrounded by the cloud of steam is sexy and sinful. My dick jumps to attention, but I pay him no mind as she gently slides down into the steaming water. I jumped that notch up as high as it could go, knowing my woman likes things extra hot. The soothing sound that escapes her as she relaxes into the water sounds inviting; instead of standing there ogling her, I step in and join her.
“Come here.” I wiggle my finger indicating that I want her as close to me as she can get. A smile graces her face as she scoots her way over toward me. I pull her into the embrace of my legs and wrap my arms fully around her. I’m surrounding her in me, there’s no escaping my tight hold on her. Her head flops back on my shoulder and we just sit there, enjoying the silence and feeling. “This is where you belong, Kassi. Right here, next to me.”
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