Pops

by Screaming Mimi

  Collapsing on the bed next to her, I gave her a minute to come down to earth. “Now who is going to be too satisfied to argue?” She turned to look at me giving me the finger. “I’ll let you recover before we do that sweetheart.” I didn’t catch what she mumbled at first. “What did you call me?”

  “I said you’re a chicken shit, you’re afraid I’m too fragile to take more, so you are giving me time to recover. And I say you don’t get to make that choice for me.” Before I can stop her, not that I really want to, she’s straddling my waist, rubbing her pussy along my cock. “This is my rodeo cowboy.” Reaching between us, she lifts just enough to slide my cock inside her; she’s so tight I’m not sure the “ride” is going to be a very long one. My hands find her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples as she begins to rock back and forth on my cock. Using her hands to help her get the right angle, she starts to bounce slowly up and down. Gripping her hips, I attempt to adjust the pace, but she swats them away giving me a glare, shaking her finger at me.

  Clearly, I’m meant to “pay” for teasing her earlier, little did she know, I was enjoying this tease. The friction she was producing was edging me closer to that sweet spot, where pleasure would overtake me. I could tell she was close too, but she was getting tired. Not wanting to stop our progression, I flipped her over onto her back in one move. She was shocked, then she wrapped her legs around my hips and I picked up the pace. Her moans of pleasure couldn’t drown out the sweet sounds of our bodies colliding in a dance as old as time itself. We fit together perfectly, and if I had my way, we’d never be apart again. Gripping her tits, I used them to hold onto while I pounded into her from above. “Fuck Beth, come with me!” I reached between us, pinching her clit just a little bit causing her inner walls to clamp down on me as she screamed my name once again. I was seconds behind her shouting my own release, and I felt it consume my entire body like fire. Holding myself up, I manage to roll to the side, flopping on the bed to keep from squishing her.

  “Now my love, we should really talk about my test results, and what they mean for us.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  BETH

  I felt my pleasure bubble burst with the words. Couldn’t we have just enjoyed the night together? Did he have to bring up subjects that would result in us arguing again? Looking over at him, I gave him my best, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look. All I wanted to do was curl up next to him and sleep for a few hours, before I woke him up with my mouth wrapped around his cock for round two.

  “We don’t have to, not now, can’t we just enjoy this tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough to talk of serious things again. I want to lie next to you, have you hold me, is that such a bad thing.” He reached over cupping my cheek, running his thumb against my lips. The tenderness in his eyes was almost my undoing; maybe it wasn’t so bad if he was looking at me like that. Then again, maybe it was so bad that he felt he needed to be gentle with me, groaning I leaned in and kissed him.

  He pulled me close touching his forehead to mine, looking deep into my eyes with nothing but love shining through. “Don’t look so worried beautiful, no matter what, know that I love you, and nothing will change that. I want everything cleared up for us, so we can move forward, so we no longer have anything hanging over our heads.” It wasn’t that I didn’t agree with him, I did. Hell, we needed to clear the air and move on with our lives together.

  “I’m with you; I’m just worried I won’t like what you have to say. Then we’ll argue, and I’ll want to punch you again. Do you really want to risk that after what we just did? We could sleep, curled in each other’s arms, and talk first thing in the morning over breakfast, or a blowjob, whichever you prefer.” He grinned at me, pulling me in for another gentle kiss, and I knew there would be no waiting.

  “As tempting as both offers are, this,” he pointed between the two of us, “needs to be fixed. I need it fixed, so that I can keep you in my bed for the rest of our lives. That you will never wonder “what if”, that things will be crystal clear, leaving no room for doubts.” Why did he have to be so damn reasonable? If he was unreasonable then I’d be able to use anger against him, but him being reasonable made me all gooey inside.

  “You’re right, I know you are right; just hold me for a minute before we start this conversation. I want to have a few more seconds of ignorant bliss.” He huffed out a laugh before pulling me against his chest. His smell wrapped around me, comforting as always, reminding me that this man was exactly what I needed in my life. He may not be what I thought I wanted, but he was definitely what I needed. He was someone to call me on my shit, someone to know how to push my boundaries, and someone to love me at my best and worst possible moments. He was all those things wrapped up in a badass biker package, which should still scare me, but it didn’t anymore, instead it made me tighten my grip on him. When he began to talk, the tension in my body heightened.

  “You know when I was with Bart’s mother, things between us were rocky, and well they weren’t great. I wanted more children, and she wasn’t even thrilled that she had Bart. After a while, I finally got her to agree to have another baby, she wasn’t too thrilled with the idea, until she found out it was going to be a girl. Then it was all about getting the cutest clothes, the best crib, her room had to be the perfect shade of pink, I thought she’d finally want more children.” His throat worked against the lump that was clearly there, he was thinking of his little Isabel.

  “But I was wrong, once Isabel was born, she ignored Bart completely. She’d scold him when he’d come near his little sister, even though that’s the only place he wanted to be. He loved that little girl from the day she came home from the hospital; he was always the one to kiss her boo boos. Diana hated him for it I think, because no matter how hard she tried to keep them apart, they both fought against it. I thought maybe if we had another child, she wouldn’t be so worried about Isabel with Bart, that she’d relax, especially if it was another girl. When I asked her, she seemed extremely happy at the prospect, so again I thought having Isabel had changed her.” Anger was seeping through his voice, and I was positive I wasn’t going to like where this story was going to take us.

  “After about six months of trying and nothing working she went to the doctor to see if there was something not working properly. I went with her in case it was bad news, but he said everything looked good. The doctor suggested that I might be the problem that may be due to my lifestyle that my swimmers weren’t any good. I’m still not sure what lifestyle, but now I wonder what Diana told him.” He pulled me closer to him, resting his chin against my head, laying a soft kiss on the top.

  “The specialist we found was very thorough, he checked me out, ran a bunch of tests, and determined that my sperm count was extremely low. He didn’t even know how we’d been able to have two children already. The odds of us getting pregnant again without a lot of help were slim to none. There’s a part of me that wishes I’d looked further into the fact that we’d gotten pregnant twice with no problem, but I was so crushed that we wouldn’t be able to have more, I just didn’t.” His hands were running the length of my back, but I could tell his posture had changed, he was hurting, the memories he tried to avoid were hurting him.

  “So, I don’t understand, if you had two children years apart with no problem, how was that possible. Please don’t tell me the kids weren’t yours, because that shit would make me want to hunt her ass down.”

  “There’s my fiery little temptress, no, the kids are mine. She was the culprit, when my new doctor looked back at my records he checked my blood work. He found an extremely high amount of some kind of arthritis medication at the time of my test. According to him, the other doctor probably ignored it thinking I was on the medication. I’ve never had arthritis though, and I’ve definitely never taken any medication for it either. The only other conclusion is that she was putting it in my food or drink, or hell, maybe even on both, who knows. She was making sure I couldn’t get her pregnant by reducing my sperm count. What
doesn’t make sense is why, if she didn’t want more children, didn’t she just tell me? Maybe she thought I’d eventually talk her into it, so she figured the only way to make sure it didn’t happen was to drug me.” My anger flared at the thought of that bitch, she’d hurt him so badly over, and over again, no wonder he didn’t trust women for shit. If I ever came in contact with her, her ass would be grass and I’d be a fucking lawn mower.

  “Calm down tiger, she can’t hurt us, not anymore. Although thanks to her antics, it kept us apart, not anymore though. My sperm count is great, perfect actually according to my doctor, he has no idea how the previous doctor didn’t put two and two together. Who knows, maybe he just wasn’t looking in that direction for the cause. So, will you forgive a very stupid old man for not trusting you?” Running my hands up his chest, I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him towards me ‘til our lips met. Nothing else mattered when I kissed this man; the world disappeared into nothingness, only we existed. He consumed my being from head to toe, and I never wanted it to end.

  “I think I can forgive you under one condition, if she ever comes near us, I get to take her out. Don’t give me that look; she took something from you, something important. She doesn’t get to do that and get away with it; she has to pay for that shit.” He laughed at me, before silencing me with a kiss. If he thought I was going to let him get out of this agreement, he had another thing coming. “Do you agree to my condition, or not?”

  “You’re determined in this aren’t you, not gonna let it go, huh? Alright, alright don’t give me that look. I’ll agree to your condition on a condition of my own, you let me say my piece first. It’s a moot point honestly, she’s never coming near us, but I deserve to say what’s on my mind before you beat the hell out of her. Then I’m going to pull up a chair and watch the fireworks, my money is on you, so make me proud baby.” I couldn’t help but laugh at him, I’d say he was over exaggerating, but I knew him better than that by now. He’d do exactly what he said, and probably sell tickets to the smack down too.

  “Good now that that’s settled, how about we get started on that round two we were talking about.” I wiggled against his body, trying to show him what I wanted, what I needed was his hands all over my body. He took the invitation without another word, flipping me on my back, running his nose along my collarbone. His hand found my thigh, caressing circles moving closer and closer to where I needed him. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what he was going to do to my body, what I needed him to do to my body. I arched into his body, demanding more attention, to make him go faster, or just to touch me where I wanted him to. When he slowed his touch, I growled in frustration.

  “Something wrong my love, so demanding, and we haven’t finished our talk yet.” I looked up at him quizzically. He sat up; walked over to his dresser he pulled something out of the top drawer. I tried to get a look at it, but he kept it hidden behind his back, his very naked back. Ok, I’ll be honest; I was too busy eyeballing all of his goodies to pay much attention to what he had behind his back. “You have yet to agree to be mine, all mine, ‘til the end of time. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be all mine?” He kneeled in front of me, bringing his hand from around his back with a tiny black box sitting in the palm of his hand. Opening the lid, he revealed the prettiest engagement ring I’d ever seen in my life. It was a large solitaire surrounded by tiny rubies and diamonds, the setting was done in white gold making it look like it was glowing from all sides.

  “It...it’s beautiful, yes I will be yours, all yours. As long as you will be mine, all mine, from now until the end of time.” Placing the ring on my finger, he grabbed me by my hips, yanked me to the edge of the bed before he slammed home inside me. I moaned in ecstasy, then he started moving and I lost all ability to formulate words. It was more a series of moans, groans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure as he pummeled my pussy. He tweaked my nipples with his teeth, before gliding his hand down to flick my clit, setting me off like a rocket. It wasn’t long before he followed me into outer space, my name on his lips as he came crashing back down to earth. He rolled over onto his side, pulling my back against his front, curling into me before kissing my neck.

  Drifting off to sleep I knew my world was right again, I had the man I loved, and he loved me back. Our baby would have a father who loved it more than anything else in the world, and who would keep our child safe no matter the cost. It might not be the happily ever after for everyone, but it definitely qualified in my book.

  Four Months Later

  BETH

  “Hold still and stop fidgeting, I almost have this last button done. There, all done, you can look in the mirror now.” Bliss had been fretting over every detail of her wedding for the last four months; it was my job to make sure she made it to the ceremony without a break down. She looked beautiful in her simple white gown; she’d made sure it was short, so she could ride off into the sunset on the back of Bart’s bike with him. I wasn’t so sure that was safe for her or the baby, but her doctor gave her the go ahead, as long as it wasn’t a long ride with no stops.

  “Oh my God it looks great, I was so worried that it wouldn’t look as good as it did when I tried it on in the store two months ago. Yours looks amazing on you too, thank you so much for agreeing to be my maid of honor. It’s not awkward for you is it, I mean since you’re now engaged to my dad and all. You’ll still be my best friend won’t you, oh God I’m going to cry again. Why didn’t anyone tell me that being pregnant made your eyes water so damn much?” I hugged her to me giving her a reassuring squeeze. The dress she picked out for me was a longer version of her own in a shade of yellow. I’ll be honest and say I felt like a yellow squash in it, but it made her happy, so I didn’t really care. It wasn’t about me, it was about her, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she was happy.

  “Breathe sweetie, everything will be fine. You look amazing and the man you love is waiting for you outside, so no more weepy face, come on.” Dabbing a napkin under her eyes to catch the tears, I took out the small compact of powder applying just a little under her eyes. “There, good as new, here’s your bouquet, let’s get this show on the road missy.” No sooner did the words leave my mouth, that there was a knock on the door.

  “Are you decent in there?” Castor’s voice came through the door loud and clear causing both of us to giggle.

  “Should we make him wait, or should we go?” I left the decision up to Bliss, because even though I knew this is what she wanted, I wanted her to make the choice on her own.

  “Come on, we can’t keep our men waiting.” Bliss looped her arm through mine and we started for the door.

  Pops

  When they walked out of the room in the back of Holland’s, they stole my breath away; both of them were visions of beauty. Bethy looked like she was a goddess come to life, and Bliss looked every bit the blushing bride. For a moment, I wanted to keep them just like this, all to myself, but I had to share them with the world. Bliss was meant to be with Bart, there was no denying that, but Bethy, I might be able to whisk her away as soon as the ceremony was over.

  “You two are a vision. Where’s Jesse, wasn’t she supposed to be your bridesmaid?” Bliss looked down, disappointment in her eyes.

  “She was supposed to, but I haven’t heard from her since last week. Is Matt out there?” When I shook my head no, her eyes began to tear up. “Pops, I’m worried about her and Matt; neither one is sharing what is going on. What if something bad happens to them, and we could have helped.” I heard the front door crash open before Jesse came barreling around the hallway.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry I’m late, please forgive me. See I’m here, I even got my hair done and the dress you got me.” Jesse looked pleadingly towards Bliss, and when Bliss opened her arms to her friend, she stepped right into them without a second thought. Hopefully, Jesse would open up soon to Bliss, or Matt to Bart about what was going on. It had obviously been going on for a while, whatever it was
, and they weren’t handling it well on their own.

  “Alright beautiful, I hear our music; I think they are trying to tell us to hurry up. Bart is probably getting impatient for his bride.” Holding out my arm, she placed her small hand in the crook of it, reminding me of when she was younger, so much that emotions hit me like a ton of bricks. I may not have had her when she was little, but I watched her grow into the woman she is now. She was strong, she was brave, and I was incredibly proud of who she’d become.

  Bethy and Jesse went out before us, Holland, Bart’s best man, and Matt, his groomsman were both waiting right outside the door. Both men took each woman’s arm and headed toward the archway where Bart was standing with the preacher. There was a part of me that wanted to drag Bethy away from Holland, but I tamped it down, knowing it would only be a few minutes before I’d be able to hold her next to me.

  “Before I take you down there and hand you over to him, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Of both of you, but especially of you, you’ve come so far sweetheart. Thank you for giving me the honor of walking you down the aisle, you don’t know how much that means to me. I’m proud to call you my daughter, but after this it’s legally binding, you can’t get out of it, so if you’re having second thoughts, tell me now and we’ll hop on my trike and get you out of here.” Smiling, she patted my cheek with love in her eyes.