I’ve got her laying on the couch, with a heating pad, after having talked to her about how to take care of things, and how often she should check herself. She’s lightly dozing, and I’m thinking of everything, and nothing when Chief comes strolling back in, his arms laden with bags. “I know I didn’t have that much on the list!” I say seeing him walk through the door.
“No, but I picked up a few more things.” Figures, give a man a list and he completely goes off script. He’s different than most men though, most run in and get what they have to, and run out. My man, however, is thorough in everything he does. My face heats thinking of just how thorough he is when we’re in bed together. “What’s got you blushing?” he asks, as he puts the groceries away.
“Um, nothing.” I quickly get out.
“Nothing my ass,” he states, walking toward me until I’m pinned between the counter and his body. “Now, spill it.”
“Just thinking about how thorough you are in everything you do,” I reply.
“I’ll be reminding you of that fact a little later tonight,” he says, a smirk on his face. I feel the blush rise on my face, and duck my head, so he can’t see.
“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.”
“I’m not hiding.” I say, getting myself busy by making bowls of ice cream. I need to keep busy so I don’t have to look him in the eyes.
“I’ll give you this play, this time,” he says, and I roll my eyes at his macho-like manners. Swear, I’m going to have to keep on my toes with this man or he’ll steam roll right over me.
Chief
We spend the day watching movies and hanging out with the girls. Claree spent some time doing her homework/daily classwork, and seems to be feeling a bit better, which is good. I hate the thought that she is in pain. Hell, who am I kidding, I don’t want any of them to feel any kind of pain. Those girls have suffered enough. “I need to put the meatloaf in,” Trinity says.
“I’ll help you,” I reply, standing and helping her off the couch. I love feeling her pressed against me and if that makes me a pussy, so be it. I own that shit. “Do you want me to peel the potatoes?” I ask as we walk into the kitchen.
“That would be a big help,” she replies.
“C’mere, woman,” I tell her. When she walks over toward me, I can see the sass flowing off her and I grin.
“What?” she asks, her voice sounding very sassy.
“Give me those lips,” I say needing to taste her.
“What? Here? The girls are just in the other room.”
“They need to get used to seeing my lips attached to yours. It’s going to be happening frequently, no shame in public displays of affection.”
“Well, they probably didn’t have a good example before,” she murmurs leaning closer.
“Which is why we’re going to give them one now.”
“Your ideas of a good example and mine are completely different it seems.”
“What they need to see is how two people in love interact with each other. We need to let them know that love isn’t supposed to be hidden. Not behind closed doors and not behind a slap. Love is to be treasured and protected. Coveted and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Oh, Chief, you’re full of surprises,” she says to me.
“I prefer the term mysterious,” he says on a chuckle. “Can’t lay out all of my cards on the table.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be the woman who maintains all the mystery?”
“Nah, baby. Can’t let you have all the fun, now can I? We need to learn new things about each other, every day I find something else I love about you.”
She rolls her eyes at me and sits down at the table, picking up a potato and the knife. Guess we’re working on dinner, but later, she’s not escaping the talk I wanna have with her. It’s time.
“I thought I was peeling the potatoes?” I ask her.
“We’ll do it together,” she replies.
“I like that thought, babe.”
Man my woman can cook! Hell, I keep eating like this and I’ll have to add an extra workout or ten to my week, so I don’t start showing the effects of her food. Then again, I know that she’s trying to get the girls to a healthier weight than they both are, so she’s cooking good food, just a bit heavy on the calories. We’ve got dinner done and the girls are fresh from their baths. I could hear Shelby’s giggles and ‘bubbles’ said repeatedly as I scrolled through Netflix.
“Read,” Shelby says, lifting her arms toward me as she comes toddling into the living room. I look at Trinity and she nods.
“I’ve gotta make sure Claree is squared away for tonight,” she says before heading back down the hallway.
“Looks like it’s you and me, Kiddo,” I say, picking Shelby up, and heading towards her and Claree’s bedroom.
“Kitties!” Shelby squeals as we enter her room. Looks like I’ll get to read book two after all. Good, I wanna know what kinda shit they get into this time. I’m nearly done reading, and doing my best not to die laughing at the visual of a cat having a meltdown over the ‘water chamber of death’ when I notice that Shelby is sound asleep. Do I finish? Or go. Curiosity wins out. I continue reading out loud, pretending I don’t notice that she’s fast asleep next to me. When I’m done, still chuckling, just picturing two cats covered in glitter, and another of the cats imagining that his sibling has turned into a ‘bampire’, I lean over and cover her up and give her a kiss.
Back in the living room, I see Trinity softly talking to Claree, so I go into the kitchen and grab a beer for me, and a glass of wine for her. She doesn’t drink often, but for the discussion I wanna have, she’ll probably need it. Liquid courage and all that jazz. Once Claree heads off to bed, I hand her the glass and she raises her eyebrows up at me in question.
“What’s this for?” she asks.
“Wanna talk to you, sweetness,” I state, sitting next to her.
“And apparently, you think I need to be drunk, for this conversation? I hate those words, we need to talk, they always make me feel like I’ve done something wrong,” she mutters before taking a sip of her wine.
“You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart, but there’s been something weighing on my mind lately.”
“And what’s that?” she asks. I can hear the cautious tone in her voice, and I long to pull her close.
“I wanna tell you where I see this heading,” I start, “because you need to know. We’ve got church tomorrow and I’m claiming you as my old lady. You good with that?”
The look she gives me can only be described as stunned. “Really?” she whispers.
“Yeah, babe, really. And I know you’re planning on adopting the girls and giving them your last name. I want all of us to have the same last name.”
“Turk...what are you saying?”
“I want you to be my wife, Trinity, and I want that before you go through the adoption so that the girls will be ours.”
I see tears well up in her eyes, “Isn’t it a bit soon to be talking marriage though, Turk?”
“Are you mine?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“If you’re my old lady, in the eyes of the club, we’ll be as good as married. There is no divorce between old ladies and their old men. We’re solid, and as far as we go, I see us as forever.”
“But we don’t know everything there is to know about one another.”
“We have a lifetime to learn that kind of thing, sweetheart. Remember when we were talking about being mysterious to each other and learning new things daily? That’s what I was referring to.”
“Are...are you sure?” And... this is where her ex obviously fucked with her head. Why she should think I would question how I feel is beyond me.
“I’m so fucking sure that if the courthouse were open right now, I’d drive us there and get married.”
She starts to giggle before saying, “I think there’s a waiting period.”
“Wanted you to see how serious I was,” I tell her. “What do you thin
k of us finding out when you’ll be able to adopt the girls and having the judge perform our ceremony? We can have a reception at the clubhouse. We can kill two birds with one stone, as the saying goes. You know Nan, and your girls, would be all over that shit. That way, it would be the four of us, our family, on the day we all get the same name.”
By now, she’s quietly crying, so I put my beer down, grab her wine glass, and put it on the table next to my beer, and pull her into my arms. “Why are you crying, sweetness?” I ask.
“I never thought I would have this,” she says, sobbing into my chest.
About this time, Claree walks down the hallway. “What’s wrong, Miss Trinity?”
“I... I’m happy, sweetie,” she says, tears still streaming down her face.
“When I’m happy, I laugh,” Claree replies.
“These are happy tears.”
“How?” she asks.
“Chief and I are going to get married and adopt you and Shelby,” she states.
I watch as Claree’s eyes grow wide before her lip starts to tremble. Fuck. Two crying women. There are no right words here I just know it. Pulling Claree close into a hug, I let the two of them cry. My shirt is becoming drenched, and I make a mental note, to take it off next time these ladies decide to share their joy. Happy tears? Whatever. I just know the guys would give me shit about this, but I’m the happiest I’ve ever been next to the day I patched into the RGMC. I’m claiming all three of you tomorrow at church.”
“You go to church?” Claree asks, dumbfounded.
“Not that kind of church, sweetheart.”
“What other kind of church is there?” she ask putting her hands on her hips. I smile at her moxy coming out to play. It’s good to see her standing her ground.
“The kind where we go over everything going on with our club.”
“Sounds sacrilegious to me, shouldn’t you call it a club meeting or something else?” Claree states.
“You’ll learn about club life, Claree. Now, don’t you have school tomorrow?” Time to get the mini-inquisitor off to bed so I can celebrate with my woman.
“I was just coming to get a glass of water.”
“Do you need any pain relief?” I ask her, worriedly.
“No, sir, was just thirsty.”
“Alright, grab a bottle then off to bed with ya.” She giggles, but I get an elbow to the ribs, from my fiancé. God, I love saying that word with knowing Trinity is attached to the other end of it. I couldn’t picture myself with anyone other than her.
“C’mon, sweetness, time for us to hit the hay.” I see the disappointment in her eyes thinking that all I want to do is sleep. Nope, but we’ll wait until I know that Claree is asleep, so that means a little bit of play time before the main event.
“Turk,” she moans as I continue stroking her with my tongue and fingers. “I want you.”
Rolling over, I sit up with my back to the headboard and say, “Come ride, baby. I wanna see you sliding down my dick, and taking all of me, while I play with your breasts, and kiss you.” The wanton look she gives me is nearly my undoing as she straddles me, so my dick is right at her entrance.
“Never done this,” she murmurs.
“Lots of positions, sweetness, and I imagine we’ll get through most of them.”
“Tonight?” she asks.
I burst into laughter at her question. I may have some serious stamina, but there’s no way we’d work through all the ways I want to take her. Nope. “Not tonight, sweetness. But I’m thinking we’ll get another round in before we fall asleep.” Shower sex. I’ve been wanting it, and tonight I’m getting it, dammit. She just doesn't know it yet.
“Now, ride, woman,” I command, cupping both breasts, and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She’s so fucking responsive to my touch, and words, and it turns me on, more than I ever thought possible. Lifting up, she slowly sinks down on my length, and I see her shiver, as my piercings hit every spot inside. Leaning in, I take one nipple in my mouth, and nip and suck at it, as she starts to move. Fuck, she’s killing me, I know it, because I already feel like I’m gonna come. Grasping her hips, I plunge myself deep inside of her, and set a punishing pace. As she rises, I lower my hips, then we come together with a slap of skin, that is driving me wild. “You gonna come for me, woman?” I ask, my breath coming hard and fast.
Her body is writhing on me and she’s added a swivel when she comes down and I know I’m hitting her clit. Must. Get. My. Woman. Off. First. Determined not to break the man code completely, I move one of my hands down into the wetness, that’s covering me, and dip my thumb in before stroking over her clit. A few strokes later, I feel her as she detonates over me, her orgasm causing a ripple effect down my dick, that would be painful, if I cared to think about it, but all I’m focused on now is chasing my own release. “One more time, beautiful? Come again,” I demand.
“I... I don’t know,” she replies, her voice breathy. Flipping us, I raise her legs until they’re laying against my chest and thrust faster in her molten heat. Fuck. she feels good. Again, I move my hand between us and stroke her clit as I pound into her. Feeling the ripples, I know she’s about to come again, and I move faster, our bodies now dripping with sweat, and frenzied in their quest to reach heaven. “Turk!” she cries out as she shatters beneath me. My own orgasm is right behind hers and I bellow out her name as I sink fully into her depths. Mine. Now and forever. Mine.
Chapter Six
Chief
As we’re sitting in church, I can’t help but think back to the night before, and the shower, Trinity and I shared.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I... I want to try this,” she replied, sinking to her knees. I know my girl has never done this before, and well, I’m not on the small side. Plus, I’ve got the piercings. Willow sure as hell never liked giving head, so it’s been years.
I stand there, as she takes me in her mouth, and do what I can not to thrust down her throat. She may be innocent in this, but holy shit, she’s working me over like she’s been doing it for years. My hands go to her head as my fingers wind their way into her hair. Fuck, if she keeps this up, I’m going to blow my load sooner, rather than later. “Sweetness?”
“Hmm?” Fuck, the hum just about sent me over the edge of no return.
“You keep that up, and I won’t be able to do what I’ve been fantasizing, ever since seeing your ass sway in front of me.” Her eyes popped up to mine, and I could see the passion flaring. I reach down and pull her up off me, before turning her toward the wall. “Bend down, baby,” I say as I run my fingers through her folds. She’s drenched, and not from the shower, I haven’t even touched her, other than washing her, and it was more clinical than sexual. I was working up to that, until she dropped down, and sucked my dick. “Hold on, sweetheart, this is gonna be fast.” Yeah, it is. She’s got me so worked up, I may embarrass myself. Hopefully not, though. Gripping her hips, I plunge inside and hear her moan. This is a new angle for her, and one I’m hoping will get her off fast. Or, at least faster than me.
“Earth to Chief. Yo, man, ya there?” Hatch’s voice interrupts my very pleasant thoughts, and I scowl at him, and flip him off. “Jeez, thought with you having a woman, you’d be more pleasant now.”
“I’m always pleasant, motherfucker,” I say, a snarl on my face. I’m grateful my brothers can’t see the raging hard on that is tenting my pants right now. All from remembering last night. In fact, I’m surprised he could even get up seeing as I took her to bed after the shower and we started all over again. He flips me off and I’m about to reach over and smack him when Axe comes in the room.
Eyebrows raised, he asks, “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing, Axe,” we say in almost unison. I give Hatch a fuck-off look and direct my attention towards Axe, so he can begin.
“Alright, where are we on the truck stop situation?” he asks Smokey and Law. Law nods at Smokey who opens up a folder he has in front of him.
“It would be a good investment with a little bit of renovating.”
“What kind of renovating?”
“I’d like to expand the store part and there’s an upper floor that’s not being used at all that has been plumbed in that we could put a few coin washers and dryers for the truckers, as well as three or four showers. It’s hard for them to pull into a laundromat, so this will be a good financial investment. Plus, there’s a basic kitchen that we could add on to and put in a small diner on one side. We were thinking, this would be a good thing for Chef to run, have a kitchen of his own, instead of working for others. On the other side, we could expand with a basic convenience store and items they won’t be able to purchase along this stretch of the highway, but maybe add tools or clothes, that kind of shit. Oh and the backlot of the space is big enough, we could put a truck parking area for when the truckers have to pull off and rest. We can put cameras and shit in that Bandit can monitor so we can make sure we don’t end up with any lot lizards. We’d kill a lot of birds with one stone because they’d likely eat, do their laundry, shower and then gas up.”
“Would we be able to stay open while these renovations are being done?” Axe asks.
“Don’t see why not. The gas pumps would still be operational, and most of the work is upstairs and off to the side. We can tarp that part off if we need to,” he replies.
“We’ll need to add security, while the place is opened up like that, make a note of things to add to the list of needs. What’s the cost?” Yeah, we need a bottom line. I know it’ll end up being profitable, but we need to make sure we don’t empty our coffers waiting for that to happen.
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