Audibly scrubbing his face with his palms, Big takes a step back, slipping his barely deflated cock from my mouth. I lick my lips, making sure I don’t miss a thing.
“Jesus … fucking … Christ,” Big stammers breathlessly, dropping his shaky arms to his sides. He retreats a stumbling step backward, nearly tripping on his secured ankles. Not wanting to see him fall, I kneel on the floor to help him out of his jeans and boxers. Lifting his legs one-by-one they come off, and then he stumbles further away, his back slamming against the closed bathroom door to rest there. “Fucking … shit.” He shakes his head this time. “I’m…”
I smile on the inside at my ability to render him speechless.
Tossing his clothes into the hamper, I remove his cut from the sink and hang it over the towel rod for safe keeping. Then I retake my seat atop the toilet until Big can regather his bearings that appear to be unscrewed.
Running his hands through his hair, he throws his bandana off in the process. It floats down to the floor and I leave it there for now. “I can’t believe you… Fucking shit. You’re the…” His heavy lids lift to meet my bemused gaze. This time, the smile I’m withholding surfaces. It’s a damn good feeling when you can do this to the man ya love. “You’re not only the best fuckin’ woman in the goddamn world; you’re the best cocksucker, too. Jesus, I can’t believe I ever tried to keep ya from doin’ that. Your lips…” His head knocks against the door as he stares at the ceiling. He releases a breath and reaches down to fist himself. “Your mouth is like God and the Devil himself made a woman, and that woman was you. Sweet, and so fucking sinful that you could be the death of every man. Only, I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to keep you and die with a smile on my face. Jesus, what a way to go.”
This time, a giggle imparts my lips and I’m the one left shaking my head in amusement. He sounds dreamy when he talks, like he’s half here, half in another worldly plane. It’s kinda adorable.
“Big, do you wanna take a shower before our daughter wakes up?” I speak softly, watching his hand fondle his half-hard dick, his eyes still cast toward the sky, breathing beginning to regulate.
“I wanna…” He clears his throat, then tips his head to garner eye contact. They’re tender when they reach mine. “I wanna marry you, today, now, this minute, forever and ever.”
He almost sounds like a kid, so full of hope and ferocity. Yeah, he’s damn adorable sometimes, and I’d never think to use that word with Big. Except, right now, he’s being that. There’s no other word to describe him. It’s silly to get a marriage demand when I just gave him an earthshattering climax. But leave it to him to do something stupidly cute.
Standing from my seat, I walk over to him until our bodies are flush, my breasts pressed to his stomach. He wraps his arms tightly around me as I look up to keep my eyes on his. “I know your orgasm was great, sweetheart, but let’s just take this one step at a time. We just had a daughter, and we have life to deal with. Getting married we’ll worry about at another time. Yeah?” Delighted amusement clings to my every word as I try to reason with my marshmallow Neanderthal.
Big’s eyebrows furrow, lips thin. “I want to marry you tomorrow, Sugar Tits. Seriously. I know I’m a little…” He thumps the side of his head with his fist, then returns it to my back. “I’m a little out of it. But I’ve never been more sure. You’re it for me.”
Smiling like a fool, I lean in and kiss his bare chest. “I love you, and you’re it for me, too. But let’s take a shower, let your head settle, then we’ll get to the marriage stuff.” I kiss his chest again, right over his heart, savoring the warmth of his skin against my lips. Tipping my head back, chin on his chest, I keep going. “Before we get to any of that, you gotta propose to me properly.” Playfully, I wink, and he scowls.
“I’m not askin’ ya to marry me. I’m tellin’ ya. We’re gettin’ married. You’re mine. Period. My dick belongs to that pussy. You own my damn heart. There ain’t much else to discuss.” I open my mouth to argue with his defiant attitude, but stop when he continues. “But … we’ll take a bath first. I’ll wash you, kiss you, explain to you why we’re gettin’ married, and then we’ll go see Leech.”
Before I get a chance to fight him, Big lifts my shirt over my head and begins to undress me. Taking a step away from him, he gets to work, and every time I open my mouth to say something, he’s standing up to peck my lips. “Big,” I whine after the third time he severs my impending words.
“Stop thinking. Just get naked. I want ya naked.”
Surrendering to his wishes, I allow him to strip me bare, not offering any help in the process. If he wants me nude, he can do it his damn self. Once he’s accomplished his task, he fills the tub with warm water and silently helps me inside. Not realizing how great this would feel, I expel a relaxed groan as he slips into the heat behind me.
His lips touch my shoulder. “Reason number one—”
Smirking, I cut him off with a chuckle. “Big, not now...”
“Reason number one … and you’re gonna listen.” There’s a smile in his voice.
Nodding, I relinquish myself to the onslaught of reasons to marry Big. If only he knew I’d thought about it occasionally. Not that I’ve ever wanted to be married. It’s never been my thing. But I’m not opposed to marrying him, if the time is right and I think we’re stable enough.
Trudging through the ridiculous list, we laugh and cuddle, as he kisses my shoulders, his arms wrapped around my middle, my back melded to his front.
Maybe one day we’ll be married. But for right now, this is all that matters. Him, me, Harley, and our family. The rest we’ll have to see about, and so will you. Now it’s time to wash my man. I’ll catch ya on the flip side.
Peace.
If you’re reading this note, you’ve finished Vol 4, or you’re cheating and reading the last pages first. I know Vol 4 has been a long time coming, but after writing Beyond Her Words and Beyond Christmas the last part of 2015, I couldn’t get to this sooner. Thank you for being patient, and I hope that it fulfilled some of your questions, while giving you more to think about.
I’m sure there were some parts in this book that might have had you going WTF? Like the name Leech. For my clubhouse members and Facebook follows, that name doesn’t come as a shock, because I refer to my daughter as that all the time. Yes, that’s her real nickname. No, I didn’t like it at first. But it’s slowly grown on me. She’s my Leech, and even though my books are classified as fictional with aspects based in truth, I’m here to say that Leech happens to be one of those truths.
It feels weird to me getting to a Vol #4 with this series and still having so much more I want to share with you. My hope is that I can put 1-2 MC Chronicles out each year until I no longer have anything to write in this series. And, if you caught in the epilogue 2 other club names, that’s because they’ll all be tied together somehow. Beyond Her Words and Beyond Christmas are already Corrupt Chaos books, for those who haven’t read them yet. And Penny, one of my clubhouse sisters, gave me the name of Crimson Outlaws to be used as another MC name for another series I intend to intermingle. So bear with me. I’m gonna have a lot more for ya to sink your teeth into in the years to come.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my work.
Peace, Bink.
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