Never Coming Down

by Deja Voss

  “Sloan, you never told us you were friends with Nurse Hottie,” Heat says as he sneaks up behind us.

  She’s blushing bright red as he offers his hand. I could see them being a couple. They’re about the same age, and she’s probably raunchier than he is. I’ll let him find that out for himself though.

  “Sorry, Heat,” I say. “Nurse Hottie, this is Heat. He’s the chaplain of the club. I’ll let you two talk.”

  I walk away to look for Gavin. I feel like I need to stay by his side before I accidentally tell anyone else about my condition. Plus, this day is about his dad, not me. I want everything to be perfect when he finds out. This situation is obviously not ideal.

  As the crew gathers in the waiting area, we are assured that Moses is stable. He had a cardiac incident that will require a few stents, and likely some lifestyle changes, but he should be out in no time at all. We wait for him to recover from his surgery.

  “You want me to call Goob for you?” I ask Gavin as he paces around. Hank voluntarily signed up for a ninety-day rehab program across the country, and we have been talking a lot lately. I’m glad we’re finally getting along. It took a lot of forgiveness to get over what he tried to do to me, but I realized a lot of his actions were related to his drug use. I’m just glad he’s off somewhere getting help, because we sure as hell can’t do much for him ourselves.

  “You think he needs to know? As long as Dad’s ok, I’m sure it can wait. No need to pile stress on him. He’ll probably want to come home if you give him a reason to.”

  I doubt he would. I think rehab is teaching him a lot about his relationship with his father and how unhealthy it really is. I’ll let Gavin find that out for himself when he gets home in a few weeks though.

  The doctors let us in to see Moses two at a time. Normally it’s immediate family only, but these misfits have their way of getting around a rule or two. Gavin and I go in together and stand over his bed. He’s wide awake and looks much less gray than earlier today.

  “I’m sorry, Gavin,” are the first words that come from his thin lips. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  “I’m just glad you’re ok, Pops. Hopefully this will slow you down a little bit. I can’t be babysitting you all the time anymore, ya know?” If only he knew. There’s going to be a whole new set of babysitting opportunities on his hands, and it doesn’t involve a man with a white beard and a penchant for cocaine and misogyny.

  “You guys go home,” he says. “I know this wasn’t part of your anniversary plan.” I am really kind of shocked by his politeness. I expected him to be kicking and screaming ‘get me out of here,’ by now.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  He winks at me, a knowing smile on his face. “I just want to go to sleep until they let me out.”

  Gavin hugs him, and we leave the room together. He looks so stressed-out.

  “Gavin, he’s going to be fine!” I say.

  “I know. It’s not that. Let’s just go home.”

  It’s dark by now, and visiting hours are coming to a close anyway.

  “I don’t have my helmet, Gav,” I say. “I’m gonna have to ride back with the guys.”

  “Just wear mine,” he says, shrugging.

  “Then you don’t have one. It’s dark and the deer are probably out.”

  “Whatever,” he mutters and walks off into the parking lot, leaving me standing there alone. I don’t know why he’s being such an asshole.

  “Why are you still standing out here?” Clutch asks as the men approach the truck. “Where’d Gavin go?”

  “Everything is fine,” I say. “Just take me home.”

  Gavin:

  I don’t understand why she’s acting so strange. We’ve taken this trip together hundreds of times over the last few months and I’ve never once given her a reason to worry. I understand she feels the need to help my family out, but today I just need her to be with me. The engagement was supposed to be perfect, and now I’m just pissed off and tired. Leave it to my dad to fuck up a good thing for me.

  I’m the first one up the hill but I don’t even stop at the clubhouse when I get back. I go straight to our house. Rosie is clawing at the door by the time I get up the steps, begging to be let outside. I grab a beer from the fridge and head out in the yard with a flashlight, following her around while she does her business. I check on the goats and the chickens, making sure everyone is fed and happy.

  Yup, everyone is taken care of except for me. And Sloan. We just can’t catch a break.

  I sit on the front porch, just a man and his dog, and soon I see headlights in the driveway.

  “Hey,” she says, shooing me with a wave and walks straight through the front door.

  “Sloan!” I shout after her but she ignores me.

  I follow her inside, up the steps and into the bathroom where she’s running the shower.

  “Why are you being such a weirdo?” I ask her. “You’ve been ignoring me all day!”

  “I don’t know, Gavin. Why are you being such an asshole? You’re acting like everyone is out to inconvenience you or something.”

  “Everyone IS out to inconvenience me,” I say. “I had the perfect day planned, and, as usual, the fucking circus had to come to town and fuck it all up. I don’t understand why things just can’t go the way I want them to. I just wanted it to be about you and me.”

  She frowns at me as she begins to undress, and goes to talk about five times, but nothing comes out.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “Nothing,” she mumbles, getting in the shower and sliding the curtain shut. “I don’t want to be hurtful.” I can hear her start sobbing softly as I turn to walk out.

  “Why are you crying, Sloan?” I ask, pulling the curtain open. “What the hell is going on?”

  “Ziploc baggie, bottom sink drawer,” she snaps. “If it doesn’t inconvenience you too much, that is.” She wrenches the curtain shut tight again before I have a chance to say anything.

  I pull the bag out of the drawer and don’t know what to say. This feeling inside me is nothing new, it’s still my same love for her, but it’s amplified by a million times. I rush to the shower and pull back the curtain, grabbing her soapy body and pulling it into me. I kiss her passionately, running my hands up and down her soft skin, cupping her round ass as the water beats down on us. I trace my fingers over her belly, and she bites her lip and smiles.

  “Does it all make sense now?” she asks. “It’s not just all about you and me, Gavin. You’re going to be a dad.”

  “Thank you,” I say, not wanting to take my hands off of her. I kiss down her neck, and she giggles. “Thank you,” is all I can come up with. She’s given me the greatest gift she could possibly give and I’m a stuttering moron. I cup her breast in my hand and kiss her goose bumped flesh before I take her nipple in my mouth. Her quiet moans turn me on so much, but I have unfinished business to take care of.

  “Sloan, I love you so much.” I pull away. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” I tell her.

  “You’re nuts, Gavin. Why do you do this shit to me?” she laughs. “Always a tease.”

  I run my hands down her stomach and grab her hips in my hands, kissing her right below her bellybutton as she squirms. “I promise, it’ll be worth it. I’ll be right back.”

  “Don’t you go telling anyone now,” she scolds. “I want to be there when you do.”

  “And don’t you go putting any clothes on when you get out of the shower. I’m gonna need you naked when I get back.”

  Maybe today didn’t go exactly how I planned.

  Maybe today went NOTHING like I planned.

  I’m thinking that’s not such a bad thing. Our “fucking anniversary” has already ended up being one of the greatest days of my life, thanks to a bag of plastic pee sticks. Now it’s time for me to hold up my end of the deal. I sprint from the bathroom, out the front door and into my truck. Our engagement party might not be the big event that I had in mind, but reality is; I don�
��t care who’s there for it. It’s always been about the two of us and our love for each other. And now, there’s another amazing part of the equation too. I just gotta keep my mouth shut.

  When I arrive at the clubhouse, everyone’s kind of milling around.

  “Did you do it yet?” Olive asks.

  “You think if I did it I’d be down here by myself?” I laugh.

  “Probably,” Brooks teases. “Maybe it was the kick in the ass she needed to realize she should run away now while she still can.”

  “She’s not going anywhere, you asshole,” Olive says. “She’s easy. As long as he keeps her fed and fucked, he’s good for life. And as her best friend, I’m allowed to say that.”

  “Speaking of, where’s Trixie?”

  “You gonna ask her for some bedroom tips?” Brooks jabs.

  “No, I’m gonna ask her for some lasagna.”

  “I got you covered,” Trixie says, barreling from the kitchen with a silver pan in her hand. “Eunice’s famous recipe.”

  “Good luck, man,” Brooks says to me, patting me on the back. “If she says no, tell her she knows where to find me if she needs some consoling.”

  “Don’t think I’m gonna let you keep hitting on my wife,” I warn him.

  “She’s not your wife yet. I’m just having fun watching you squirm while I still can.”

  “Hey, Gavin,” Trixie says with a wink. “You’re glowing.”

  “Yeah, he totally knows,” Olive laughs.

  “Knows what?” Brooks whines. “Are you pregnant?” he asks, patting at my stomach.

  “I’m getting out of here.”

  I rush from the house, lasagna in tow, my heart beating through my chest. It’s time to show Sloan I’m more than ready to spend the rest of my life with her.

  Sloan

  It’s really not like him to get so uptight about a change in plans. Maybe he’s upset about his father. Maybe he’s having a bad day. Maybe it’s just my hormones and I’m being extra sensitive.

  Right now, though, I just want him to get back here and ravish me. I know that’s not my hormones talking. Everything about him turns me on. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The moonlight shines through the windows, lighting up the room. As I wait for the sound of truck tires, I run my hands up my thighs, the tops slick with anticipation of what the rest of this night is going to bring.

  I hear his heavy footsteps on the steps and I trace my hands up my sides, cupping my breasts with my hands, twisting my nipples until they are perky little nubs.

  He’s standing in the doorway, out of breath, his hands on his knees.

  “What the hell, Sloan,” he laughs. “Did you get started without me?”

  “What was I supposed to do?” I tease, running my fingers from my breasts down to my stomach until I’m cupping my folds, my wetness coating my fingertips. My eyes never leave his. I smile deviously, throwing my head back and gasping.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Sloan,” he growls.

  “Are you gonna come over here? Or do you have more errands to run?” I circle my clit, rubbing my throbbing bud with increasing pressure.

  “There is one more thing.” He smiles. “Here,” he says, whipping something out of his pocket and tossing it on the bed next to me.

  “This is how you’re going to do this?” I laugh as I open up the box. I know exactly what it is, and of course I’m going to say yes. The elegant gold ring has a single pear cut diamond. It’s so simple, but so perfect. Just like the naked man currently kissing my thighs.

  “You’re not even going to ask me?” I ask, clamping my legs shut.

  “Fine,” he says, parting my thighs with his warm calloused hands. “Sloan, will you let me be the only man who gets to lick your pussy, ‘til death do us part?”

  “Yes,” I squeal as he buries his head in between my legs, tracing my lower lips with his tongue. His beard tickles my most intimate places as he blows his hot breath into my moist pussy. What do I care if he can’t ask the most basic question of all time like a normal person? He knows how to make me scream, and as he pokes his tongue deeper and deeper into my hole, working my clit with his thumb, I explode onto his face, moaning in bliss.

  “Get up here and fuck me,” I beg.

  “Gladly,” he growls. “God, you make me so hard, future Mrs. Boden, mother of my child.”

  It sends chills down my spine when he says it that way. That, and the fact that he’s kissing on my neck, his thick cock inching its way to my still-throbbing pussy.

  “I hope you know that just because I’m making you an honest woman doesn’t mean I’m going to stop pounding you like a dirty girl,” he says, pressing his lips to mine as he grabs my hair in his fist.

  “I certainly hope not,” I gasp. Every time he slides into me, it feels like the first time. I have to spread my legs wide to take him all in, and before long, he’s drilling into me with that primal need, tugging my hair harder, until I am a screaming, writhing, cumming mess. Feeling his warm explosion inside me as he groans in my ear drives me crazy to this day.

  I know I’ll never get tired of that.

  “I love you so much,” he pants, planting kisses all over my face. “You are the only woman I will ever love like this for all eternity. You are the only one, Sloan.”

  He rolls over and kisses my belly and I jump from the tickle of his beard, my body still on fire with passion. “And you too,” he says into my belly button. “Whoever you are.”

  “Where are you going?” I ask as he jumps up and rushes from the room. I follow him down the hallway, down the big open stairway and into the kitchen, trying to keep up.

  “One more thing,” he says, heading for the oven. I already know what it is by the smell filling the house. That’s my man, wearing nothing but a pair of oven mitts, wielding a pan of pasta. “Happy fucking anniversary, Sloan.”

  I can’t stop laughing. “I’ll get the forks.”

  Gavin:

  “You know you can share her with us?” Olive teases. “We’re not going to try and kidnap her.” It’s our first day home from the hospital, and everyone has been showing up in droves to stop by and see the newest heir to the Mountain Misfit throne.

  “I don’t know,” Trixie laughs. “I might not be able to control myself.” She holds her finger out and Evie reaches for it. “I think my biological clock just started ticking again. This is one cute fucking baby.”

  Everyone’s been busting my balls since we brought Evie home from the hospital.

  I can’t explain it. I thought my love for Sloan was the strongest I’d ever felt, that I would ever feel, but this is a totally different story. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I can’t put her down. I can’t keep my hands off my beautiful wife-to-be and I can’t keep my arms off my perfect daughter. It’s like the second I stop touching them, I feel like this is all going to go away, that I don’t deserve this, that something or someone is going to try and take this away from me.

  It makes me feel so complete, being able to protect them and provide for them.

  “How are you feeling, beautiful?” Olive asks Sloan.

  “Tired and fat,” she sighs from the couch. “It feels good to be home, though. And it was totally worth it.”

  I personally think she’s prettier than ever. Watching her body change as Evie grew inside her was fascinating to me. We were really fortunate with how smoothly her pregnancy went.

  Rosie has grown to the size of a miniature pony, and she’s about as obsessed with Evie as I am. She follows us around everywhere, wagging her tail, watching our baby’s every move with fascination. Every time she even lets out a little cry or coo, she comes sprinting to make sure everything is ok.

  “Do you even get to hold your child, Sloan?” Trixie laughs.

  “As long as he doesn’t start lactating, I’ve got the competitive edge in that department. You know I wouldn’t want it any other way, though. How many women get this lucky?” She sighs. “Why don’t you let the girls play w
ith her for a little bit, though, Gav?”

  “Yeah, Gav!” Brooks says from the living room doorway. “Come out and play with us! Your other children are starting to feel neglected.”

  It has been awhile since I went out with the guys. I’ve never felt like I was missing out on anything this whole time, spending as much time as possible around the house, but the open road is definitely calling my name. We only have a few excellent months of riding weather here, and before I know it, the summer will be over.

  I kiss Evie on the forehead and assure her I’ll be back soon before I pass her off to Sloan.

  “You sure you don’t mind?” I ask her.

  “Go on, Gavin. We’ll be perfectly fine here. Go have some fun,” she encourages. God, she’s so perfect. Even though her face looks weary, her eyes are young and radiant. I know she’s going to be an amazing mother just by the way she loves me.

  “You’re awesome.” I sneak a quick kiss and head out into the midday sun.

  Lined up in my driveway is my whole crew, motorcycles rumbling and ready to go. They cheer as I appear on the porch.

  “Oh elusive one!” Heat calls out. “How’s it feel to be a dad?”

  Honestly, it feels like nothing else in the world that I could even describe.

  “Scary as hell,” I laugh. “She’s not leaving the house until she’s at least thirty-five.”

  “Now you know how those poor old guys felt when you showed up at their houses to pick up their daughters on your bike.”

  “Over my dead body,” I tell him. The thought of Evie running around with a guy like me gives me anxiety. “The only bike she’s allowed to ever get on will have a pink basket and a bell.”

  “You ready to ride, old man?” Brooks asks, tossing me my helmet. “Sloan made me promise you’d wear this.”

  “I think she kinda likes having me around,” I say, smiling.

  “It’s too bad,” he laughs. “I have a thing for single moms.”

  “You better watch your mouth, asshole.”

  “Hey, you’re not married yet. I’m still allowed.”