I shake my head, my lips brushing back and forth across his with each turn of my head.
“I didn’t think so,” he smiles to my mouth again.
Big waits a few beats, and we lull into a dense silence. I can’t help but wonder if he is allowing me to adjust to what he said. The air around us thickens with an overwhelming sensation of love and finality. I try to breathe and not freak out from all that I’ve learned in less than twenty-four hours—Big basically buying me from my mom, to truly finding out my namesake, to being locked in a basement with my dog that I missed, to waking up this morning with a man’s hand around my throat. That same man I’m somehow coming to terms with about this seriously fucked up relationship we’re apparently going to try to build. A relationship I think I can do. I dunno. I’ve never done the love thing. I’ve done the monogamy and the relationship shit. But my heart’s never been a factor in any of it. I feel out of my league. Like way, way, way out of my league. Like floating on a raft in the middle of the ocean without a paddle kind of shit.
“Do you think you can handle what I just said?” he finally speaks, and his words are warming, almost soothing, even with his finger still inside me. In a weird way, it almost feels like he’s talking to my soul, not my mind. My soul loves what he had to say, and my heart is swelling with an immense overflow of emotions. But my mind, my mind is telling me to flee, to run far, far away and never look back. To take Harley, my car, Kitty, and never ever return. It’s a good thing my heart and soul feel differently. I wrap my arms around Big, pressing my lips firmly to his mouth, somehow trying to convey my understanding without words.
He smiles wider to my lips and pokes his tongue out to coax me to open my mouth, and I do. Tilting my head to the side, I open, and our tongues collide. We kiss deep and sweetly, conveying our emotions with the delicate and passionate sweep of our tongues. I thread my hands in the back of his hair, tugging it out of its hair tie, and run my fingers through his long locks.
Big breathes heavily to my mouth as he retracts his finger from my pussy and unfastens his jeans. Still kissing him, I hear his jeans hit the floor as he fumbles to release his dick. I feel as his fingers push my boxers to the side. I scoot forward. His hands move to my hips. Pressing his dick to my core, my pussy expands around him, and he thrusts in deep, groaning into our heady lip lock that has left me dizzy.
Big’s hands release my hips and curl around my back, hugging me to him. My thighs tighten around his hips as he begins to move. Gently his cock pumps in and out of my pussy, and I feel every part of him. The way his arms tighten around me. The gusts of air as they expel from his nose. The way his cock jerks when he hits deep. The way he moans when bottoming out in my pussy. Slowly, he brings me higher and higher to bliss, as my walls tighten around his thick shaft, and I hump my hips in sync with his delicious thrusts.
Tearing away from my mouth, he goes to my neck, kissing and sucking. My hands tighten in his hair, pressing him to my needy flesh. My toes curl as my heels dig into the firmness of his hot ass. I feel myself being drawn closer.
Big nips my chin with his teeth. “Fuck, Sugar Tits, your pussy feels so good,” he hotly groans.
“Yes,” I breathe and bite my lip.
I’m so close.
Big latches his mouth onto my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh. Then I feel it. My body quakes, and I hold my breath. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I coil tight, my pussy squeezing Big’s cock for all it’s worth. And then it happens, my body explodes and light bursts behind my eyelids. I dig my nails into Big’s shoulder, holding on for dear life, as he instinctively begins to hammer my pussy, driving my orgasm to an otherworldly plane. I belt out an orgasm cry, flailing in Big’s arms, and he holds me tight, releases my neck from his teeth, and follows me over.
“Fuck!” he roars, propelling his hips like a piston, filling my pussy with his come for the second time today.
My breathing levels out, and I extract my nails from Big’s shoulders. Damn, I’m pretty sure he’s going to bruise. Big takes a deep breath, and I feel his cock jerk once more. I sigh contentedly at the feeling, and he releases me but doesn’t move his feet. He reaches over to a drawer, yanks it open, and pulls out a dishcloth. Turning his hips and leaning, he flips on the gooseneck kitchen faucet and waits for the water to get warm before he dampens the cloth and wrings out the excess water in his closed fist.
“I made another mess,” he grins, holding the dishcloth in one hand and combing his fingers through my hair with the other. I close my eyes, leaning into his tender palm. I could really get used to this.
“Love you,” he pecks my lips, and I smile happily, fluttering my eyes open. He steps back, and his cock slips from my pussy. As I groan, he immediately covers me with the warm washcloth. My hands rest on the counter for support as I tip back a little to open myself up and make it easier for him to cleanse me.
Then shit takes a wild and crazy turn.
I hear a gasp and a woman’s heartfelt cry. Big immediately spins around, dropping the washcloth between my legs onto the marbled countertop. I peer around him to see Marylou standing at the base of the stairs. Her red-rimmed eyes are cast on Big and I, and her hand is covering her mouth in shock.
She makes a strangled sound in her throat, and we all sort of freeze in our own form of shock while Pretzel stands on guard growling three feet in front of her.
“Stand down, Pretzel,” Big commands and he listens.
Pretzel makes a strange evasive maneuver, walking backwards toward us with his eyes still on Marylou. Big bends down to pat his head when my pups stops to stand next to him. Then Big leisurely slides his pants back up his legs, zipping and buttoning them.
Big doesn’t even speak to Marylou before he swings back around, grabs the washcloth, and tosses it into the sink, which makes a loud smacking sound. He pushes my shorts back into place and helps me down off the counter. I wobble a bit on my legs, and Big curls his arm over my shoulder to steady me before he kisses my forehead, right in front of his girlfriend or now ex-girlfriend.
Wow, he really doesn’t seem to care about her feelings whatsoever.
“Biggg,” Marylou’s saddened whine is the first to break the silence.
She sounds awful and so heartbroken. My heart aches for her.
Big doesn’t address Marylou; it’s like he doesn’t even hear her whimpering in pain.
His glittering love-filled eyes shift down to me. He kisses my forehead again and squeezes my shoulder before dropping his arm. “Sugar Tits, go get dressed. We’re gonna go to the clubhouse, and I’m gonna take care of this,” his head tilts to where Marylou is still standing, awestruck.
I don’t know what to do or say. I’m not in any shape to argue, and I didn’t create this mess. He did, so he can clean it up.
“Okay,” I agree, and this makes him smile.
“What?” I tilt my head to the side, wondering what is going on in that devilish mind of his.
“I think I’ve learned how to turn the bitch off,” he admits, like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever accomplished.
Rearing my head back, I place my right hand on my hip. “Ex-cu-se me?” I drawl with attitude, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head, lips pursed.
He knowingly grins.
“Go get dressed,” he orders with an amused, loving tone.
I refuse to move. I don’t care if I have to wait all day he is going to answer me.
“No,” I snap.
The grin turns into a full-fledged single dimple one that makes my heart flutter, and his eyes shine even brighter. Shit, he’s too damn gorgeous for his own good. I look down to his chest. The asshole really needs to put on a shirt; he’s able to give any woman an orgasm just looking at that sexy chest and those thick, rigid abs.
Unconsciously, I lick my lips.
Dammit. I shake my head to rid it of those thoughts and tilt my head back to glare at his face. I can’t think of him this way. He’s being an ass.
“Yo
u’re too damn cute,” he taps a finger to my nose.
Oh hell no! He did not! The blood that runs in my veins turn to lava. I’m about to explode all over this asshole.
I ‘humph’ under my breath and grind my jaw, fisting my hands at my sides, so I don’t coldcock him.
“Calm down and go get dressed, so we can go to the clubhouse. I gotta handle this.” He’s still calm and amused with me.
How is he calm? What the fuck? Big is never calm. He’s always a control freak and demanding. He’s not… he’s like… I dunno… sweet or some shit… weird.
“Tell me first.” I try to control my temper, but the words seethe from between my clenched teeth.
He bends down and brushes his lips to my ear. I shiver. “I turn your bitch off when I’m makin’ you come. I think I’m gonna be makin’ you come a lot more, if I get the easy, laid back Bink. I still love the bitchy Bink. They’re both hot, and I still wanna fuck ‘em both. But shit, when you get all sweet and soft after I make you come, it’s the best fuckin’ feeling in the world.”
My stomach does a flip, and my clit somehow sparks at his words, as my mouth goes dry. I like that idea. I like that idea a lot, but I’m not gonna tell him that.
“Can you handle that?” he whispers to my ear, wafting his warm breath across my sensitive flesh.
I can’t say anything without sounding like a moron, so I nod instead. This is the most surreal two days of my life.
“You gonna go get dressed so we can go hang at the clubhouse? I got some shit to do, but I can’t leave ya home. I need ya with me.”
I nod again.
Big kisses my cheek, stands up, smiles, and pushes his hand to my shoulder. It’s his way of guiding me in the right direction.
In a weird daze, I walk past the couch and up the hall to the bedroom, with Pretzel on my heels the whole way. Entering into the bedroom, I drop my ass on the bed and wrap my arms around my belly, looking down at Harley.
“Daddy is…” I can’t think of the word to say to Harley. Amazing? Wonderful? Surreal? Shit…. I have no idea.
“Daddy loves us,” I say aloud, instead.
Pretzel sits on my feet as I shake my head again to clear it from all these weird feelings and thoughts. It’s time I focus on something else, like trying to eavesdrop on Big and Marylou in the basements living room talking. I’m nosy. Get the hell over it.
“What do you mean?” I hear Marylou sob, her voice cracking.
“Like I said, it ain’t gonna work.” Big is hard, but not harsh with his words.
Marylou belts out a strangled cry, “But I love you.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. You’re a sweet girl and all, and I don’t wanna hurt ya. But that woman back there.”
I assume he’s pointing to the hall.
“She’s my world, and she’s carrying my daughter,” Big explains with a level tone.
I have to hand it to him; he’s holding back his temper quite well. It doesn’t take much to piss him off, and he’s handling a crying woman more delicately than I would have ever thought.
“She’s what?!” Marylou wails. “But you sleep with other women all the time. Why can’t I be one of them? Big, please, I won’t get in her way.”
Holy shit, she is seriously agreeing just to be his whore. What is wrong with all these women? Don’t they love themselves more than this? More than becoming some man’s play thing? I could never do that shit. I get that he’s hot and the mother chapter’s president. That doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. It’s about the man, not the title. That girl is young, and she’s got a bright future ahead of her. She doesn’t need to turn into another Linda. Marylou’s too sweet for that. I hope Big sets her ass straight.
“I used to sleep with other women all the time. I ain’t gonna do that shit no more.”
Marylou whimpers, and he keeps on talking, “That woman’s my heart, and I just got her back. I’m sorry, babe, but you gotta jet. I’ve got more lost time to make up for, and we’ve got some family shit we gotta do. I’m not tryin’ to be an asshole. You’re a nice girl. We had fun. But that’s over for good. I told you from the get-go this was only temporary. I keep my word. And I just told my old lady I wasn’t gonna touch another pussy. So I ain’t.” Big is cut and dry, allowing no wiggle room. His words run deep, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Shit, I am totally pussin’ out.
Big’s talk with Marylou runs longer as she tries to convince him to give her another shot. I leave him to it. Normally I would be all up in her face about this. The poor girl is heartbroken, and there is no way I am going to try to mend my man’s past fling’s heart. That’s his job. Or he can send her to Runner or Mickey; I’m sure they can occupy her for a while.
I stop listening and sluggishly walk to Big’s closet. Inside, it’s still in disarray from Big’s rampage. I try to step over the mess, and I find a pair of men’s shorts with a drawstring. I pull them on and tighten the string around my waist, under my belly. They’re still loose, but they’ll do for the time being until I get back to the clubhouse to change into my own clothes. Big is a huge man, and it’s not like I could put on any pairs of his pants. He shops in the big and tall section. My inseam is like a 28 or 30, and his is at least a 38. That’s just a guess because I haven’t checked his Levi’s to know.
Coming out of the closet, Pretzel raises his head from the floor, his ears perking up. That’s when I hear the distinguishable tone of Gunz’s voice funneling down the hall.
“Where the hell is she?” he demands. Then I hear footsteps as they stomp down the hall on a mission. Gunz turns the corner into the room, his eye assessing the door before he darts to me, as I stand in the middle of the room.
“There you are,” he sounds relieved, as he makes his way the last few feet to me, and wraps me in a bear hug. I lay my head to his chest, wrapping my arms around his middle and closing my eyes, relaxing against him.
He kisses my hair. “When I heard Marylou was here, I got worried.”
I snort a laugh; I can’t help it. I laugh because I know he wasn’t worried about me. He was worried about Marylou and what I might have done to her since he already knows the damage I inflicted on Linda.
“I didn’t hurt her,” I mutter to his chest.
“I know this now, but I didn’t want Big havin’ to peel you two apart.” Gunz rubs my back in a loving gesture, which makes me sleepy.
I shake my head, “I wouldn’t hurt her. I let him handle it.”
“I know that now,” Gunz explains as he releases me. Holding at arm’s length, he scowls when his eyes catch the marks on my neck. “What the fuck is that?” he runs a finger over the tender flesh.
“I got a little carried away,” Big announces, coming into the room and walking around Gunz to stand next to me. He throws a possessive arm over my shoulder, tucking me into his side, forcing Gunz to let me go.
Ummmm… alright… so this isn’t the time for this possessive shit. It’s just Gunz.
Irritated by this, I try to move away, only to have Big’s arm tighten over my shoulder. His fingers curl over my arm and makes me turn into him, my front to his. His other hand reaches up and brushes across the same marks that Gunz is angry about. He grins at them, like he’s happy they’re there. Then his fingers move from my neck into the side of my hair, combing through it. I lean into his palm, and Big pulls me forward using his other arm that’s wrapped over my arm, his palm flat in the middle of my back. My feet bump his when my stomach presses to his crotch.
Inhaling deeply, I sigh and get an overload of Big’s delicious, soothing scent at the same time. My legs wobble just as Big leans down and presses a tender kiss to my forehead.
“It’s gonna be fine,” he says to my forehead, but I get the distinct notion that he’s not speaking to me, he’s talking to Gunz.
“Then you can’t be fuckin’ markin’ her,” Gunz replies, agitated.
Yup, Big was talking to Gunz.
“Listen, I get that this is gonna be an ad
justment, brother. But you’ve got to calm the hell down. We got her back here. She’s stayin’, and we’re gonna work this shit out. Me markin’ her neck ain’t gonna make her leave.” Big presses a finger under my chin, tilting it, so my eyes meet his. “Right, Sugar Tits?”
“Right,” I lazily mutter, still drunk on the scent of him. Fuck, I’m still drunk on the whole morning.
“What the hell did you do to her?” Gunz is worried. I know he’s not used to this side of me. To be honest, I’m not even used to it. I’m usually wired for sound.
“She came three times. That’s what I did to her,” Big growls to Gunz, to prove his point.
Gunz chokes on his spit from shock and coughs, clearing his throat. “Alright, brother, alright. I don’t wanna know that shit, so I’ll be going. Don’t forget Church at five. And another party tonight to finish out Brew’s weddin’ weekend,” Gunz says. I feel his hand squeeze my shoulder before he leaves without another word.
My eyes are still entranced with Big’s and are blinking rapidly. I think I need a nap. Good food, lots of orgasms, drama, and being woke up before I wanted to get up means I definitely need a damn nap.
“Sugar Tits, you look tired,” Big assesses my face, looking a little concerned.
“I am,” I mutter, feeling like I might fall asleep standing up. Who would have guessed this weekend would have been so draining? Oh, right, I did. Damn, I’m exhausted.
“Let’s get you a nap.” Big presses a hand to the middle of my back, steps to the side, and pushes me toward the bed.
I climb in, and he pulls the covers up over me. Crawling up beside me, he pulls me to him, cocooning my head to his bare chest, arms around me, lips to my hair.
“How’d the Marylou thing go?” I whisper to his fine ass chest and poke out my tongue to taste it.
Big hotly grunts. “You do that again, and I’m gonna roll you over and have my way with you,” he warns, seriously.
Oooo, I love that idea. I go to run my tongue against his warm flesh once more only to be stopped when Big growls that deep potent growl that seeps into your every pore and makes me insta-wet.
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