by Vera Quinn
Today when Gracie brought up being a surrogate my heart leaped in my chest. I can’t get my hopes up. I got my hopes up for adoption and every time we were turned down. I know Gracie is in an emotional state right now. Maybe in a few years if she ever brings it up again.
My mind goes back to Rebel. He was in such pain. He has the hell of luck with women. Could be that charming personality. I don’t know who was more hurt by his words today, Gracie or myself. I tried not to take it personally but it’s hard. The what ifs always plague my mind with Rebel. No, Rebel I can definitely live without.
My Antonio is the boy/man I miss. That’s who my mind has always wandered back to all these years. The what ifs. The text he sent back today about being with two club girls did not surprise me at all. Sex is how he always licks his wounds. I just wish he and I could sit and talk for once. We could if just one of us would quit being so stubborn. What’s stopping me? Me. Not anymore.
I jump up off my sofa and rush to the shower. I rush through my shower trying not to think too much. I blow dry my hair and put it in a sloppy bun. I put on minimal makeup, get my sexiest underwear and go to my closet and get my favorite jeans that make my ass look good.
I tell myself I am not doing anything special. Sexy expensive underwear is my weakness. I have more than one drawer full, and I always wear my favorite jeans when they are clean. They are so old they are soft. I grab my snuggest fitting tank. My breasts are not overly big, but I’m not complaining. My stomach is still flat, but my hips are wider than they used to be. I finish my look off with some cute boots. I grab my keys, phone, and purse and I am out the door before I lose my nerve.
I’ve only been to Rebel’s clubhouse once so I hope I can find it. The drive to Quitman doesn’t take long, and I find the clubhouse without any problems. I see all the bikes in front of the building. I look in my mirror one more time, and it is as good as it is going to get. I’m thirty-six years old, and that is too old to be this nervous. I am going to visit my friend Rebel. Nothing more.
As soon as I enter the clubhouse, I hear the music. It’s smoky and loud. There’s some nearly naked woman dancing on the bar. The drinks are flowing, and I see some man with a woman bent over a pool table fucking her from behind. Two other men are sitting there watching, and one of them has a woman going down on him. Nope Dorothy, I’m not in Kansas anymore. I will not be deterred, though. I finally see Rebel at the bar. I make my way over, but some man grabs my arm. “You here to party, babe?” He slurs out.
“No, I’m here to see Rebel!” I yell so I can be heard over the music. I see when Rebel hears my voice. He turns to look at me, and I see the woman on her knees with his dick in her mouth. I can do this.
“Let her go.” Rebel pushes the woman away. She falls back on her ass. He zips himself up “What are you doing here, Jilly?”
“I came to see my friend. I thought we could have a drink.” I say without hesitating.
“You want to have a drink with me?” He sounds surprised.
“We’re still friends, right?” He nods his head yes. “Friends have drinks together.” I walk beside him and sit on the bar stool.
“You come here for Brody? Kaden already read me the riot act today. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He throws back the rest of his drink.
“Not here for anyone but me. Can we have a drink somewhere we can talk and not have to yell?” He looks me up and down.
“You still drink beer?” He asks.
“Two would be nice. I think I’ll need more than one.” He looks at me. He’s trying to get inside my head, but he will never guess what I need to say.
“Now you have me curious, Jilly. Prospect, three beers.” The young man gives him three bottles of beer. He gets up and starts down a hall, and I follow. He goes in a door and holds it open for me. I go in and wait for him to close the door. He hands me an open beer and takes his and puts the other one on a desk.
“What do you want to talk to me about, Jilly?” I down my beer as fast as I can. He is just watching me. I walk up to him, and I run my hand down his face. I look into his chocolate eyes I have always loved. I can see my Antonio hidden under all the pain and the hardness of his life. I run my hand behind his neck and pull him to me, and I tip-toe up to him, and I kiss him with everything I have. I taste the cigarettes he has smoked and the liquor he has consumed but I also taste the man I fell in love with so many years ago, and I want him. “Jilly what are you doing?” He says in his deep voice. I climb his body, and his hands go under my ass.
“If you can’t figure it out by now I’m doing it wrong.” I take his mouth again. Our tongues fight for dominance. I am not the scared little girl I was eighteen years ago. I nip down on his bottom lip. I come up for breath. “I want you, Antonio. I came back for you.” That’s all I had to say. Antonio has me backed up against a wall. One hand is on my ass, and the other is trying to undo the button on my jeans. We are both breathing hard, but he stops, all of a sudden.
“Why now, Jilly? Is this because Kevin left you or so you can help Brody?” I rear back and slap the shit out of Antonio. Then I kiss him deeply. He pulls back. “What the hell, Jilly?”
“I’m not whoring myself out, Antonio. I want you because I have always wanted you. Do you want to talk this to death or do you want to fuck me? I’m not asking for forever. I just want right now.” Antonio stops and steps back.
“No.” I look at him like he is crazy.
“What?” I can’t believe I put myself out there and he is saying no.
“I made this mistake with Gracie. I’m not tearing my heart out for anyone else. Not even you, Jilly.” He looks like he is fighting himself over this. “If you truly want us again I am open to the idea but not until I put Gracie behind me. I have to have answers. You know I have always had feelings for you, but you left. I will not jump through hoops for anyone anymore. I am the President of the Demented Revengers MC. I will not change that. I don’t wear a suit. I don’t have manners when it comes to bullshit, and I won’t pretend to. If we start over, I am me, and you have to accept that the same way I have to accept who you are now. You’ve changed, too. Do you understand that, Jilly? Can you live with that? I want you to go home and think about that, and you think hard. I know I shouldn’t have said those things today. I didn’t mean most of them, but I am not a man who is going to apologize for being myself anymore. You have to understand all that.”
I look at Antonio, and I know he is serious. This new man in front of me is part Antonio and part Rebel but full Demented Revenger. I want him, but I have to give him this. He has to know I am serious. Now that I have tasted him again, I don’t want to live without him any longer, but if this is what he needs, I will give it to him.
“Ok, Antonio. I can do that. I will do that, but I am not running from us anymore. Until tonight when I got here I didn’t even know how much I wanted you. I was just coming to have a drink with a friend but the minute we were alone I wanted more. I want everything with you.” Antonio moves closer to me and kisses me softly and moves back.
“I would like nothing more than to bend you over my desk right now but we have to be sure, or we will destroy each other. That is something I will not allow.” Antonio says softly. “I’ll get a prospect to follow you home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I kiss him quickly and we leave out through the door. Tomorrow can’t get here fast enough for a lot of reasons.
Chapter Twenty
Brody
I’ve been watching Gracie all evening since we have been back from mom and dad’s. We had a great meal and celebrated our marriage with all our loved ones. We didn’t get a call back from Dr. Reynolds and Gracie is just on pins and needles. She’s too worried. Shelby played herself out. She has had a bath and been in bed for over an hour. Kaden’s boys kept her running tonight.
Gracie has been unpacking and running all over the house. She finally got into the shower, and I am locking everything up. It’s going to be another long night holding Gracie close bu
t not being able to act on my feelings for her. I told her I would give her all the time she needed and I will, but my cock has not gotten the message yet. I haven’t been this horny since I was a teenager.
It’s not like Gracie runs around in overly provocative clothes. Her sleep shorts are short and when she grinds that sexy ass of hers into me while she is asleep it is almost too much. I had to actually get out of bed last night to get myself under control. I go to our room and get some boxers out and decide to get a shower while Gracie is still in the shower. I guess it is time to take care of this hard on myself so I might get a little sleep tonight.
I turn the water on to get it warm and take my clothes off. I pull the curtain back and get in, and I can’t help my hand going to my cock. I stroke my hand from the tip all the way down the shaft. Damn, that feels good. I think about Gracie bending over in those tiny shorts. Stroking myself slow, then faster. I rub my hand over the head of my cock and get the pre-cum that is already coming out of the tip. I work it over the head and to the sensitive vein right under the head. Oh shit, that feels good.
“Shit!” Gracie is standing there with the shower curtain in her hand staring at my cock. I can’t help stroking myself some more. Her eyes are taking it all in. “You see something you like, babe?” She never says a word. She pulls her tank top off in one pull and goes down on her knees. When her lips touch my cock, I almost go off. “Babe, I am too excited for that. I have wanted you for so long, and I am at my limit.”
“Let me help you.” She takes hold of my cock, and her hands are so soft. I take hold of her hand to show her how to grip me. She is hesitant I can see it, but she does as I show her and it almost makes my knees buckle. She bends back down and runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, and I want to grab her hair, but I don’t.
“Are you sure about this, Gracie? I can wait. I’m not pressuring you. I will handle it myself.” She takes me in her mouth. Just the tip at first and then she goes down farther. Damn.
“I’m your wife Brody, and I want to please my man.” That is all I need to hear.
“Babe, I don’t trust myself I want you so much. I’m not coming down your throat before I feel your pussy wrapped around me. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I run my hands over her wet pajamas shorts. I slide them down her legs and help her step out of them. I slide my hand over her slit, and she is already wet. Thank God. But I want to make sure she is ready. I go down behind her and turn her around. I spread her legs and look at her pussy. She has a very neatly trimmed patch of hair, so I spread her lips apart and run my tongue over her clit. I suck it into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it.
I put one finger inside of her tight pussy, and she sucks in her breath. My cock is aching. I bury my face in her pussy and eat like a starved man. I am a starved man. I enter a second finger into her pussy, and I reach for her nipple and massage it between my fingers. I feel her walls begin to contract and I flatten my tongue and press against her clit. It sends her over the edge.
I turn her back around and put my hand on her clit and rub out her orgasm. I line my cock up with her slit and push my cock into her slowly. Inch by inch. I still feel the last of her orgasm, and when she has me all the way inside and is used to my size, I start a rhythm. “Put your hands on the wall babe and widen your legs. She does exactly as I say and I pick up the pace. I slide in slowly and then pull all the way out to the very tip and then slide back in. I reach around and start to massage her clit, and she is pushing back into me. I hold onto her hip with my other hand.
“Oh damn. I’m going to come again. More. I need more.” Gracie yells out. Her sweet voice almost undoes me. My woman needs more.
“Babe, rub your clit for me.” She takes her hand and puts it between her legs. I look down, and I see her hand moving. I can’t see it, but I know what she is doing. I put my other hand on the wall and brace us, as I set a fast pace. Sliding almost out and then slamming back in. I am close. I feel it working up my spine. I know it is not going to be long. “Babe, you need to get there. I can’t hold back much longer. Damn you are so tight.” I give her all I have, and I feel it.
“Oh shit Brody. Damn, I’m coming.” I feel Gracie’s legs give out and I catch her as I erupt inside her. I pull out and push in, and I pull Gracie to me. Damn, I love this woman. “I love you, Gracie. Damn. That was perfect.”
“I love you, Brody.” I pull her to me. I don’t know if it is the heat of the moment but damn, it feels good.
“Thank you, Gracie. I needed to hear that, and I understand if it is the heat of the moment. It just feels so damn good to hear it.” Gracie takes my chin in her hand and makes me look at her.
“I love you, Brody. I promise you I will make you the best wife. I’ll never leave you, and I will never let you down if I have a choice.” I see in Gracie’s eyes she means it.
“I promise you I will always love and protect both you and Shelby.” I want to say if she is pregnant I will love the baby too, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. “Now let’s get this shower finished so I can take my wife to bed and make love to her all night.”
“That sounds great.” I wash and clean her, and she does me the same way. By the time we are done, I am hard and ready again. I know this is going to be the best night of my life. Building a family and a new life.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gracie
Last night making love with Brody was the best of my life. I am sore from all the lovemaking last night. Brody was energized this morning and went for a run. I just made breakfast and Shelby is busy eating her oatmeal. I am almost scared of what might happen I am so happy. I have not ever known such happiness.
I’m thinking about the difference in my life from just a week ago when the phone rings. I look at it, and it’s Dr. Reynolds’ office. I had almost made myself forget. I know I need to take it, so I swipe the screen.
“Hello,” I answer. “Yes, this is Gracie, Gina. Oh, ok. Thank you.” Well, the wait is over. I know now. My mind is deep in thought, and I hear the back door open.
“Who are you talking to, babe?” Brody asks. I realize I still have my phone in my hand up to my ear. I swipe it off and put it down. I look at Brody, and I know I need to tell him.
“Dr. Reynolds office called. I’m pregnant.” Brody never skips a beat. He has me in his arms and is holding me.
“It’s okay, babe. We knew there was a chance. We will do this together, but you need to call Rebel and let him know. Probably Jilly too. I’m surprised she’s not here yet.” I’m shell-shocked, but I know Brody is right. I send off a text to Jilly and then one to Rebel.
“Are you sure Brody? Do you want to do this? If you don’t think you can, please walk away now. I love you, but I don’t want to destroy us. I’d rather it happen now.” I know I am a whining idiot, but I can’t help myself.
“Not getting rid of me, babe.” I hear a knock at the door, and Brody opens it to Jilly and Ms. Audie.
“Ms. Audie was drinking coffee with me when I got the message. It’ll be okay. We got you, babe. Did you text Antonio?” Jilly asks. Brody and I both look at her. She usually calls him Rebel. She just shrugs her shoulders. “Let’s go tell Aunt Gladys, so she doesn’t feel left out.” I look at Brody for his input. He nods his head yes. I go to get Shelby out.
“Let her finish eating. When we’re both finished, we’ll join everyone.” Brody says. Makes sense.
“Okay. See you in a few.” I give Shelby a kiss and then give Brody a kiss. He surprises me by popping me on my backside. I jump, and everyone laughs. Jilly, Ms. Audie, and I walk out to the street, and I can hear a motorcycle getting closer. I think it is Rebel. We are crossing the road and I am watching to see if it is Rebel and Jilly is talking away. It seems like everything goes in slow motion. One minute Jilly and Audie are talking and the next the motorcycle is bearing down on us. Jilly pushes me out of the way. I fall but not before I see the motorcycle hit Jilly and throw her in the air. She goes flying
like a rag doll. I don’t know where Audie is, but the motorcycle drives away. I get on my feet and make it to Jilly. I hear yelling and realize Audie is yelling for help and before I know it Brody is there with Shelby on his hip. Gladys takes the baby and Charlie has the phone calling someone. Then I see Rebel coming down the road, and he is there trying to help Jilly. She is bleeding. I hear sirens in the distance. Brody is trying to talk to me, but I can’t hear him, or it just isn’t registering. The ambulance is there, and they are putting Jilly on a stretcher, and then they have her in the ambulance. What happened? Why?
“Babe, let EMT check you out. They need to make sure the baby is okay.” That gets my attention. Brody is beside me trying to get me to let the EMT examine me. The first ambulance is gone with Jilly. Rebel is beside me now.
“Did you say she is pregnant?” Brody nods his head.
“I sent you a text.” Is all I can say.
“I got it. I was just making sure. Gracie, let them check you and then we can all check on Jilly.” That’s exactly what I do. I need to get to my friend. I must get to her. She has to know she will be Surviving for Tomorrow.
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Surviving, One Day at a Time
Demented Revengers MC: Quitman Chapter Book Two
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