Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  “I’ll only be a minute. I’m so excited.” She flashes me a smile that gives me a twinge of guilt.

  Christ, she thinks we’re going to Hawaii. I’ll make it up to her, but there’s too much shit going on for us to go far.

  “It’s crazy.” She turns to the fogged-up bathroom mirror. “Like I feel guilty leaving the kids because I love them so much. You know I do, but”—she slathers on some of her delicious-smelling body lotion—“I absolutely know they’re in the best hands. Charlie’s the best mother in the world and David is the best d—”

  “Watch it.”

  She laughs. “Stop it.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, they have a loving family around them along with their cousin.”

  I don’t know if she’s trying to convince me or herself, but my chest hurts at how much I love her. She straightens up and looks at me through the mirror. “Right?” She smiles again and tosses the lotion in her makeup bag.

  I step in and reach for her, tilting her chin up so that she can see the truth in my eyes.

  “Everything is fine. Now get dressed.” I can’t help myself and lean down, capturing her lips.

  The loud vibration of the phone in my back pocket breaks the spell that Eve seems to cast on me daily, forcing me to pull back. I need to get my head in the game. After all, there’s a reason we’re not going to Hawaii.

  “You have nothing to worry about. Our children are beyond safe with David.”

  Her beautiful blue eyes sparkle and suddenly, she cocks her head. “Wait. What does that mean?”

  “It means, it’s time to go, Angel.” I give her a love swat on her amazing ass as she twirls and screams. My phone starts to vibrate again, so I say over my shoulder, “I’m taking our bags out.”

  “Okay, give me two minutes.”

  Looking down at my phone, I expect to see a text from Axel. Instead, I have to fight the eye roll.

  Dewey: Just making sure Eve is okay. She wants to go to Hawaii. Then a smiling sun emoji appears.

  I debate whether to respond. Dewey is ridiculous with my wife and kids. But I know he would die for them so for that reason I text back.

  Me: Don’t worry about Eve. Concentrate on guarding James and Nicole.

  Dewey: They R happy playing with Zack. Sad face emoji. Then the dots appear followed with: Eve really wants to go to Hawaii.

  I almost type no shit with the middle finger emoji. I don’t because I’m the president and I feel shitty enough. Why add Dewey to my list of guilt?

  I type back: She’ll be fine. I’ll check in later.

  As I pocket my phone, I do another look around. Hopefully, we won’t have to be gone long. I need Axel to do this cleanly and quietly.

  Picking up our bags, I head straight to my brand-new Winnebago Revel. I bought it a couple of months ago for times like this. When we can’t go to the airport but need to get away, this is the van and it’s fucking amazing.

  “What the hell is that?” Eve’s voice makes me smile as I come back to the now and turn around. She’s standing with her damn boat anchor slash backbreaker bag, wearing a beige dress that clings to every curve she has. Her legs are on display with high-heeled sandals that have straps crisscrossing all the way up her ankles. The whole outfit is absurd considering where I’m taking her. I figure it’s best if I don’t engage and just state the facts.

  “It’s our new van. Let’s go, Angel.” Opening the door, I motion for her to get her skinny ass inside.

  She stands and stares, her beautiful face full of disgust as her giant bag drops with a thud.

  “That’s not a van. That’s a trailer. You know I hate trailers.”

  “Trust me, vans have come a long way. And I would never buy a trailer.”

  “You’re telling me that we’re taking this to the airport?” Her voice goes up an octave as she waves her hand around like this is the most disgusting thing she has ever seen.

  “It’s a fucking Mercedes for fuck’s sake. Get in.”

  Her eyes narrow on mine. “What’s going on?”

  It’s just my luck that our pain-in-the-ass neighbor walks by with his dog, stupidly waving his goofy arms at Eve. She scowls one more time at me and turns with a fake smile.

  “Hey Bobby.” She waves back.

  “You guys off to go camping?” Bobby stops with his “football dog”—you know, one of those dogs that does nothing but growl and bark at you, making you want to punt them like a football even though of course you won’t?

  Eve tosses her golden tresses over her shoulder. “No. We’re going to Hawaii.” She smooths her hands down her flat stomach.

  “Really? Interesting ride to the airport,” Bobby the nosy dick snickers as his dog starts barking in a loud, annoying tone.

  I take a breath. Punching Bobby would only prolong getting the fuck out of Dodge. Instead I say, “Good seeing you, man. We’ll be back soon.” I place my hand on Eve’s back. She looks up at me with a confused frown.

  “Okay, well, you two have fun. Have no fear. I’ll personally watch the house while you’re gone. Do you need me to get the mail?”

  Again, I take a breath because what the hell? It’s not like we’re close with him. I try not to get too close to anyone who isn’t family. And by family, I mean my club, the Disciples.

  “You know what they say.” He tries to look cool as his dog runs around like a lunatic wrapping the leash around his ankle. “The first thing criminals look for is mail piling up…” Bobby clears his throat and looks down at his tied-up ankles. It’s obvious the dumb fuck just realized he’s talking to one of the most dangerous men on the West Coast. I may live in a fantastic neighborhood, but I’m far from law-abiding and good.

  “Okay, well… have a good time.” He nods, almost tripping on the leash to get away from us.

  “Bye.” Eve smiles and turns her big eyes on me.

  “What? I was nice. He’s lucky I didn’t pull my blade on him for being a nosy prick.”

  “Jason.” She sighs as if I should know all this. “I’m trying to make us normal here,” she hisses as she swishes past me and steps into the van. I cross my arms and watch the play of emotions on my wife’s face. New-car smell turns Eve on. Her eyes sweep the posh setup, and I motion toward the back. “It has a toilet and shower.”

  “Mm-hmm.” She looks over at a mounted TV in the corner.

  “Well?” I demand.

  “It’s fine to get us to the airport.” She plops into the front seat crossing her legs and putting on her giant black sunglasses.

  We’ve been driving in silence which is fine since my mind has eighty things bouncing around. I’m fucking wired. I hate giving up control. I trust my brothers to get the job done. That doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.

  Eve is busy typing away on her phone, completely ignoring me. With her legs crossed, she swings one back and forth as if she’s going to have tea with the Queen. If shit wasn’t going down in the club, we would be going to Hawaii. I did arrange to have my cousin David and his wife Charlie watch my kids so that Eve and I could spend some time alone.

  Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and let the Bluetooth take over. I’m sick of Eve and her silent treatment. I should have fucked her in the bathroom, released some poisons, cleared my mind enough to think.

  “Anything you want to listen to?”

  At last, she glances up, a frown still on her face. “Nope, you choose. You’re going to decide everything anyway.” She recrosses her legs and goes back to her phone.

  “Perfect.” I scroll up to my Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits playlist and start blasting it. We’re almost out of LA, headed toward the mountains. I almost laugh as the guitars start playing and her hands freeze midtype. Eve despises Zeppelin.

  Her eyes shoot my way. Badass plays in my head as my fierce Queen scowls with an I want to stab you stare. My cock hardens.

  “Are we taking a small detour?” she screams over the music as she points with her phone at the change in scenery outside her window.


  “You could say that.” I don’t need to yell. My voice carries.

  With a dramatic flair that only my wife has perfected, she tosses the phone into her purse and sighs as she props both heeled sandals on the dashboard and slowly spreads her legs apart.

  I raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles back innocently, her hands sliding down her leg as if she needs to check her sandal. I breathe through my nose as I try not to slam us into the semi ahead of us.

  “Blade?” she purrs. My lips twitch at her choice in names. She calls me Blade when she’s trying to make a point. “Are we on the lam?” Her hands stop caressing and sort of linger as the question takes a moment to register, my throbbing cock making it hard to concentrate.

  “The lam?” I shift so that I can change lanes more comfortably. “Clarify the lam.”

  “Oh. My. God. We are.” Her legs drop down as she twists to face me.

  “Everything is fine.” I look into my back mirror to make sure that black sedan is only a harmless black car. “We’re not exactly going to Hawaii, yet.”

  “Unbelievable.” She throws her arms up and crosses her legs. “So that’s why you had David and Charlie babysitting? Not because we’re getting away?”

  “We’re getting away, Angel.”

  She shakes her head and squints as her pouty lips part. “We’re laying low.”

  It’s not a question, so I don’t answer and maneuver us into the carpool lane. I’m done feeling guilty. And I’m through walking on eggshells.

  “Take off your panties,” I demand.

  “Excuse me?” she yells as she rolls her eyes at me.

  I turn down the music, flipping on The Killers. She decided to tease the beast; now he’s alive and done waiting.

  “Legs on the dashboard. I want to see that glistening cunt.”

  A small whoosh escapes her mouth as she blinks at me. I can read her like a book. Always have. She’s trying to decide what she can get away with.

  “No Hawaii?” She frowns as I set the cruise control.

  “Panties, now. I won’t say it again,” I growl. Her eyes narrow. She wanted a different answer, yet with the grace of a ballerina, she lifts her hips and removes her slip of pink panties.

  “Legs up and spread them wide.” I look at the open freeway, the silver pavement glistening in the afternoon sun. Besides us and a couple of trucks, most of the 14 Freeway North is clear. Her heeled sandals make a small thud as she spreads her legs open.

  “Take your dress off.”

  “Jas…” she puffs out as she glances out the darkened passenger window.

  “Now,” I say as I unzip my jeans and take out my hard cock.

  She licks her lips as her eyes fasten on my face and dip down to my dick. I cup my balls so that my cock thickens and expands. A small moan escapes her.

  “Dress, baby,” I say as her chest rises and falls in quick gasps.

  She nods and shimmies it off tossing it to the floor of the van.

  Glancing up at the open road, I zero in on my Angel who sits in all her glory, naked, long legs propped up on the dashboard in nothing but her heeled sandals.

  “Yeah, that’s a good girl.” I stroke my cock. I’m ready to pull over and jerk myself off on her. Let my warm cum soak her face, breasts, pussy. I grab her left ankle, swiveling her toward me.

  Her big blue eyes are like slits as she watches me place her leg on my shoulder. The other leg I spread wide on the dashboard almost touching the steering wheel.

  “Holy shit,” she hisses as I jerk her naked ass to the edge of the seat.

  “Don’t move.” I look up at the road and hear her raspy moans. I drive letting her wonder my next move. A car speeds by and Eve sits up.

  “Don’t,” I say, holding her ankle. “I’m not kidding, Eve.”

  She slinks back into the leather seat like a Queen deciding that she’ll let herself be worshiped. And slowly, she opens her legs wider for me.

  “That’s it. Now I want you to take your two fingers and fuck this cunt of mine.”

  “Jason—” she whispers, eyes huge.

  I cock my head and breathe in her fucking coconut scent. “I think we both know that Jason is gone. You wanted Blade.” She swallows. “I’m here.”

  Nodding, she bites her bottom lip. Her chest and cheeks are flushed with excitement.

  “Finger-fuck yourself now.”

  “Oh God,” she rasps. “Maybe you should pull over.” Her voice sounds hopeful.

  “I’m not going to say it again.” Our eyes lock, and I see the battle in hers. There’s only so much pushback I’ll allow. After all, I’m the fucking king.

  “Do it.” My eyes take in the road then focus down at her pink and glistening pussy.

  She takes a breath, and if I wasn’t so jacked up, I’d probably give her some encouragement. But I’m done. All things have led to this moment. And now I want to watch my wife fuck herself. Her fingers start to obey. In and out, they glide into her slick pussy.

  “That’s it, Angel.”

  She tilts her head and widens her long legs more and I can smell her excitement.

  “So fucking beautiful. You’re dripping on the seat.”

  “Do you like this Blade?” she almost purrs. “Does it turn you on?”

  “Yeah… watching you fuck yourself always turns me on.”

  Looking up at the road, I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and reach down to my rock-hard cock. I don’t stroke it but hold it tight, and it stands thick and proud. Eve moans as she moves her two fingers in and out, her eyes on my cock.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You’re thinking about my thick cock stretching that small cunt, aren’t you?”

  She drops her head to the side, her face flushed as her lips start to move. “Yes,” she whispers as her fingers speed up, going deeper.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes dart to mine and I can tell she’s close.

  “This is for me, understand, Angel? You come for me.”

  “Oh God.” She pants, her stomach muscles tightening as her legs and sandals press hard on the seat and dashboard.

  “Easy, Eve.” It’s harsh because I need her focus on me.

  “I want… I’m ready to cum.” Her fingers are rubbing that plump clit hard. I check the road and so does she.

  “Eyes on me.”

  “Oh God.” Her wet fingers use that magical rhythm I trained her to use.

  “Fuck that cunt and cum for me, Angel.”

  She screams my name as her glorious pussy contracts and pulses.

  “Come here, Angel. You did good.” I breathe in and out as my eyes dart back to the road.

  We’re getting near the mountains.

  Her legs drop and she instantly, happily crawls over to me. “I love you so much.” She sighs like a contented kitten.

  “Christ, Angel.” I exhale, watching her spectacular ass. My hand is like a magnet seeking metal. All I want to do is grab her and fuck until we both can’t walk.

  Unfortunately, unless I want to pull over on the side of the freeway, I’m going to have to wait. My knuckles crack as I clutch the steering wheel tighter, exhaling all her scents so that I can concentrate on the road rather than my Queen and her delicious cunt.

  “I said… I love you.” She grabs my cock and exhales her sweet warm breath onto the tip.

  Reaching down, I wrap my hand at the base of her hair. The softness of it always reminds me of sunshine and silk. A gasp comes out of those perfect lips as I jerk her head back.

  “Angel.” I look away to make sure we are still in our lane, then down, where I’m greeted with a pair of blue eyes that are on fire.

  “Blade,” she hisses as her pouty lips form a small smile.

  “We need to wait until I can find a spot—Jesus…”

  My grip on her golden tresses loosens because are you kidding me? I have my Angel on her knees, naked besides her heeled sandals, tracing the rim of my cock with her tongue. Fuck yeah, I loosen my tight hold.


  “Make sure you keep eyes on the road.” She peeks up at me, a mischievous grin on her face. Her warm lips wrap around the tip and start to suck.

  I glance out the side window and see nothing behind us. “Suck, baby. Try to take all of me.” The monster is out.

  “I can’t—”

  I grab the back of her hair and guide her up and down hitting the back of her throat.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Angel. Suck all the cum out of my cock.”

  Her wet saliva drips down my tight balls. My stomach is tightening up as adrenaline pumps through my blood. I blink as my eyes come into focus. The speedometer can’t say 100 miles per hour, can it?

  “Christ.” I let my foot off the gas as my wife continues to suck and jerk me off. “I need to pull over.” I gaze down at her and grunt as I watch her try to deep throat half my shaft. Up and down, her head bobs.

  “Jesus,” I growl as I lift my hips so she can take more of my cock causing her to gag and saliva to drip down her chin.

  I need to be responsible. I have kids for fuck’s sake. My eyes dart around as I try to find a spot to pull off.

  “Fuck it.” I swerve us onto the brush and gravel. Eve’s head and body flow with the bumps, her hot mouth and hand working in perfect rhythm as she sucks and jerks.

  The music has faded, and all I hear are Eve’s moans and sucking. I have no idea where I’m taking us. All I know is my balls are rock hard and my swollen cock is preparing to explode, orbiting me into nirvana.

  “Holy sh—” That’s all Eve manages to get out as she frantically tries to swallow all the cum that I’m emptying into her mouth. “Are you kidding?” She raises her head, lips red and looking like she just got collagen. “That was a ridiculous amount of jizz I swallowed.”

  I slam on the brakes and pop the van into park. Reaching for her so that she can straddle me, I decide the steering wheel is my new best friend as it pushes on her lower back, forcing her full ripe breasts to caress my face.

  “Look at these fucking tits.” I stare at her hard, dusty rose nipples. My fingers dig into her hips as I latch onto one and suck.

  “Blade…” she moans but arches closer. I reach up and cup her breast, sucking on it so hard she starts to rub herself on my cock.