by Bijou Hunter
No way would any other man survive doing what Dayton just pulled. I’d have called Mom and told her to bring her gun if anyone crashed on my floor like this. But for Dayton, I pretend he’s sick.
“I get sick?” Keanu asks while I tuck him in bed.
“Nope. It’s not that type of sick. Dayton ate something bad and took too much medicine. Do you remember how Aunt Daisy took too much medicine and walked into the wall that time?”
Keanu nods. “She fell down.”
“Yeah, but she was okay the next day. Dayton will be too.”
“He was hot, and I had my fan.”
“You’re a good helper.”
A smiling Keanu checks to see if Carl is properly tucked in bed.
“Is it okay if Dayton sleeps here tonight? He gets scared being alone when he’s sick.”
“He snored.”
“Yep.”
“Mama, do I snore?”
“Sometimes,” I say, tickling his tummy. “Like when you have a cold or get allergies.”
Keanu likes the idea of snoring. Resting on his side, he pretends Carl is snoring now. I sit on the edge of the bed until his eyes get heavy.
Kissing his head, I leave him and the no longer snoring toy. In the living room, I find Dayton isn’t snoring either.
“You ditched me,” he says, sitting on the floor.
The sight of his long legs stretched out in my small trailer makes me think of a giant in Lilliput. Dayton doesn’t fit in this room any better than he fits in my life, yet I can’t ask him to leave either of them.
Walking to where he leans partly against the wall and half on the couch, I say, “Take off your shoes.”
Dayton only stares at me with his bleary eyes, so I lean down and yank off his boots. Walking to the front door, I drop them next to mine and Keanu’s. They dwarf our shoes, making me think of the differences in my two men. One is a temperamental child in need of constant attention. The other is my three-year-old son.
Returning to where Dayton remains slumped, I sigh and wonder if I should leave him where he’s at and head to bed.
“Now, wait here,” he babbles, reaching for my long skirt and tugging me closer. His hand disappears up the fabric and caresses my inner thighs. “You want rid of me.”
“Dayton, just sleep off this crap, and we’ll talk in the morning.”
“I don’t want to talk. Words smell up my brain.”
I start to laugh at his babble, but the giggle gets stuck in my throat once his fingers tug down my panties.
“Dayton, don’t,” I whisper, torn between letting him rest and the urge to spread my legs a bit more so he can slide his fingers inside me. “Keanu’s in the next room.”
“He doesn’t know to get up,” Dayton says, or at least I think that’s what his gibberish means.
Lifting my skirt, his head disappears under the cloth. I stare at the short hallway leading to Keanu’s room. I don’t want my baby scarred for life. Then again, he’d have no idea what Dayton was doing to me. Though, he might be terrified by the moans I’m hiding behind my hand.
Dayton tugs down my panties and slides them off one foot and then the other. With nothing keeping his lips from my flesh, I lean against the wall just behind me and lift one of my legs.
Dayton doesn’t waste time teasing. His tongue dives deep between my damp flesh and licks feverishly. Before I can adjust to the feel of him thrusting his tongue inside me, his lips discover my clit. Dayton latches on like a man on a mission. Sucking hard, he grips my thighs and forcing my legs wider.
I moan behind my hand while fucking his mouth. I’m close to an orgasm instantly, but I can’t let go. Not when my gaze remains locked on the hallway where my baby might appear at any time.
Dayton won’t be denied my orgasm. His lips increase their painfully wonderful pressure while he finger-fucks me. I cover my mouth with a second hand and cry out behind them. The pleasure blinds me and my eyes clamp shut as I struggle against the kind of sensations no vibrator will ever provide.
I never regain my composure before Dayton appears from my skirt. He stands in an easy motion, even while his fingers pump inside me.
With his other hand, he undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down. His fingers finally relent long enough for him to grab my hips and lift me up. Mere seconds pass before his fingers are replaced by his cock.
“Oh,” I grunt, and my pussy immediately sucks hungrily at his flesh. “The bedroom, Dayton.”
He doesn’t hear me or understand while he thrusts into my body, harder and faster.
“Bedroom,” I say again while he yanks up my shirt and exposes my bra. “Dayton, it’s like three feet away. Go.”
Without saying a word, he shuffles toward my bedroom. His pants come off halfway there, and he kicks them aside before stepping into my dark room. Shoving me against the wall, he yanks up my bra and spits on my right nipple. His fingers work at the hard flesh with the same painful frenzy as his hips pump into my body.
No longer worried about Keanu seeing, I grip Dayton’s shoulders and work with his rough rhythm. Fucking against a wall is a new thing for me, but I wrap my arms around his neck and bounce wildly on his cock.
“I want to bite your nipples,” he growls in my ear while his hips move faster. “I want to come in your mouth.”
Dayton slaps my ass, startling me. My pussy reacts by tightening around him and refusing to let go. Dayton leans his head back and smiles. His balls release the heat of his seed into my clenching pussy.
“Best fuck of my life,” he says and turns toward my bed.
Dumping me on the mattress, Dayton grabs my skirt and tugs it off.
“Show me your pussy,” he demands, turning on the light.
“Close the bedroom door.”
“Open your legs.”
Even thoroughly appreciative from being thoroughly fucked, I slam my legs shut. “Shut the bedroom door, Dayton Rutgers.”
Rolling his eyes, he reaches over and closes the bedroom door. When he returns his gaze to me, he gestures at my legs.
“Open them and show me.”
Relenting, I show him my glistening pussy. Dayton smiles at the sight of it and then crawls on the bed so he can remove my bra.
“I’m going to bite your tits.”
Dayton lowers his mouth and nips my left nipple. “Did that asshole see your nipples?”
“No,” I say, closing my eyes while he sucks and bites at the excited flesh. “He fucked me in the back seat of a car with us mostly dressed. You’re the only man who’s tasted them.”
Dayton glares at me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Because you like my tits?”
“They’re mine. I’m going to fuck them too. I’m going to fuck every inch of you. Nothing will stop me. Not even you.”
Dayton is so full of shit, as usual. Even drunk, his teeth entice my nipples more than punish them. Though I admit, he does fuck me so hard I nearly crack open my skull on the headboard. Of course, not shoving a pillow between my head and a hard object was an amateur move on my part.
The best part of our night together isn’t the intense orgasms but holding Dayton against me after he passes out for the second time. His last words before crashing make my heart feel better than any part of my body.
“Loving you scares the shit out of me,” he whispers after coming inside me for the last time. His body rests on mine, and his face snuggles my hair. “But I came back, and I always will.”
Thirty Three - Dayton
The kid quickly recovered from his freak out over losing his toy, so the least I can do is quickly recover from my freak out over his freak out.
Now that I’m sober again, I get started on the plans for my condo. I’ve never believed in waiting, but I waited for Harmony. I also never believed in changing, but here I am again taking the leap for my woman.
JJ walks in through the condo’s open front door. I stand near the balcony, watching men paint the place. Tomorrow,
the carpet will be installed and then the new furniture. As much as I hate getting up this early, someone needs to keep an eye on the progress.
“What’s all this?” JJ asks, joining me.
“I’m redecorating to make it more lady and kid friendly.”
JJ peeks into the second bedroom where the once empty space receives a fresh coat of light blue paint.
“I hired a decorating broad to help me fix up the place. She bought a light for this room,” I say, walking into the second bedroom, “that’ll make the ceiling look like ocean waves. Harmony’s kid likes fish and got dreamy-eyed at the zoo’s aquarium. I figure he’ll dig it in here and stay in his bed rather than jumping in mine.”
“Are they moving in?” JJ asks, looking as if he smells a fart.
“No, but I want to be able to bring her over for the weekend, and I know she won’t leave the kid for that long. This way, I get access to her without having to hang out at the trailer park. Makes me edgy to hang around people I sell product to.”
“I get you want easier access to your chick’s pussy, but this still seems like a lot of shit for a kid that ain’t yours,” JJ says, looking around the room.
I walk out of the second bedroom and away from the paint fumes. JJ follows me, stepping over the supplies on the ground. We end up on the balcony where I lift my face to the sun.
“Harmony comes with a kid, and I want her,” I say with my face still upward.
“In the animal kingdom when a new alpha male takes over a lion pride, it’ll kill the offspring of the last alpha.”
“Are you suggesting I kill a three-year-old?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
“Naw, I’m just saying it ain’t natural to look after the offspring of another man.”
“Did your mommy’s boyfriends tell you that?” When JJ gives me a dirty look, I smile. “You’re too sensitive.”
“I’m just saying you can’t even pretend he’s yours. Not when he’s got those slanty eyes and…”
My elbow pops JJ in the nose before my brain catches up with what I’m doing. After a second of internal surprise, I chuckle and pat his back.
“Sorry, man.”
“What the fuck?” he says, cupping his bloody nose.
“I know you don’t understand about loyalty, but you need to catch a hint. People defend what’s theirs. Harmony is mine, and her kid is part of a package deal.”
JJ doesn’t even try to get my point, so I shift to a topic he’ll understand.
“It’s like the club. If you want to be a member, you can’t only think of yourself. You can’t fuck with people connected to the members. You gotta know how to put the group before your needs. That’s something you didn’t get growing up, but it’s what you’ll learn now with the club. Disloyal fuckers don’t get patches.”
“You could’ve told me that without busting my nose.”
“Trust me. This way is better. You’ll remember what I’m teaching if it comes with a little pain.”
“Teach me what?”
“Don’t talk shit about my woman and her kid. That’s personal, and a man reacts to personal shit by lashing out. You’d know that if you viewed anyone as yours instead of an obstacle standing in your way.”
“That’s bullshit,” he says, still wiping blood from his nose.
“I see the way you get whenever you think I might not be putting you first. You can’t think of what I need. You only think of yourself. That won’t work in a club where loyalty is king. You’ve got to be willing to die for those guys. Or take a longer sentence to protect your people. That’s loyalty, not making yourself look good first and worrying about everyone else later.”
JJ frowns at me and walks to the kitchen where he washes off his bloodied face. I follow him and stand against the counter, waiting for him to finish up.
“What will you do if it comes down to protecting the club or leaving your woman and her kid alone so you can do time?”
“Depends,” I say, giving him one of those double shoulder shrugs Keanu does. “If my club takes care of my family, I’ll do the long stretch to protect them. I know my club, and they’d watch out for my woman and kids. That’s not even a question with the Brotherhood.”
JJ balls up a handful of paper towels and presses them against his nose. “I didn’t mean any harm. The kid ain’t yours, and I don’t want a woman pulling a fast one on you. I saw enough of that shit with my mom and the games she played with me.”
As much as I’d like to punch JJ again, I only smile. “I appreciate you watching out for me. That’s the kind of loyalty the club expects.”
JJ mimics my smile, but he’s pissed. Before arriving in Hickory Creek, he was an asshole who smacked anyone that looked at him wrong. Now he’s forced to eat shit from people he’d rather put down with a bullet.
His smile fades when he hears Camden’s voice in the hallway. My brother enters the condo and looks around. Bonn appears a few seconds later.
“Where’s all your shit?” Camden asks, walking to where the couch normally rests.
“Got rid of it. I’m getting new stuff.”
“It’s weird being in here without the dark walls,” Bonn says.
Before today, my condo was painted a midnight blue. I kept the place as dark as possible to make sleep easier in the day. The designer suggested a silver-blue would be soothing to children and appeal to someone with Harmony’s pastel-favored tastes.
“You fuckers are jealous you didn’t think to fix up your condos back when you were romancing your ladies.”
Camden smiles until he notices JJ. I swear my brother can’t fake a single thing when it comes to his handsome fucking face. I bet my sister-in-law is happy to know the man lies like shit.
“What happened to your nose?”
JJ glares hard at Camden. “He elbowed me.”
“How come?”
“Lover’s spat,” I tell Camden who frowns darker.
Even smiling at how I’ve pissed off both men, I wish I didn’t love fucking with people so much. My life would likely be a whole lot simpler. And no doubt duller too.
Thirty Four - Harmony
Dayton puts on a casual smile, but I know he’s up to something, and I’m worried as hell about what that something might be.
Opening the door to his condo, he waves me inside. I hold Keanu’s hand and shuffle past Dayton.
The few glimpses I’ve gotten of his condo over the years made me wonder if he was into the occult. Everything was dark and gloomy. Dayton never impressed me as emo, but who knew what he was like behind closed doors.
Now the walls are a lovely light blue. The once blocked windows reveal the condo’s view. Beneath my feet, I notice he’s carpeted the entire entrance and family room.
This is not the condo of Dayton Rutgers. No, it’s where a stylish woman might live when she wasn’t spending weekends doing something trendy.
“Why did you change stuff?” I ask like a moron.
Dayton shuts the door and joins me at where the galley kitchen’s island overlooks the living room.
“It was suited for a bachelor, but I’m a taken man now.”
“Oh, really,” I say, tugging at his shirt with my free hand.
“I wanted to make it more appealing to you, so you’d sleep over.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
Dayton squats down next to Keanu. “Bud, I made up the extra room for you. That way, you can stay close to your mama.”
Keanu doesn’t understand ninety percent of what Dayton just said, but he smiles anyway.
Standing up, Dayton gives me a proud smile, and I know he’s up to something. He takes my hand and tugs me toward the second bedroom.
I figured Dayton decked out the room with a bed and a few toys. No way did I consider what he put together.
“Wow,” I say, wide-eyed as we enter the sea-themed room.
The treasure chest-style double bed is covered with a blanket with different anchor designs. The walls are ocean blue except
for the one covered in LEGO boards. My eyes try to take in all the details, but I’m overwhelmed.
“Wow,” I say again.
“Glad you like it,” Dayton says and then leans down and looks at Keanu. “How about you? Think you could have fun in here?”
My baby is more freaked out than I am. He doesn’t know what to look at first, but I catch him eyeing a bucket of LEGOs next to the board-covered wall.
“Can he play?” I ask, feeling like a kid myself and sounding pretty childlike.
“Sure, that’s why it’s here.”
Keanu looks around and then at me, but he doesn’t play.
“Isn’t this room beautiful?” I ask him.
Nodding, Keanu whispers, “Wow.”
I nearly burst into tears at the sight of his little face so filled with excitement. Barely holding myself together, I walk with him and sit on the floor next to the boards.
“Let’s build something,” I tell him.
Keanu looks in the bucket, still nervous to touch the toys. While he’s grown up with toys and fun, this kind of extravagance is something we’re both unfamiliar with.
I glance back at Dayton and try to show him how much this means to Keanu and me. We’re rarely put first by people, but he changed everything in his home for us.
I mouth the words, “Thank you.”
Dayton smiles like the cockiest fucker in the world. If I didn’t know he was a stone-cold killer, I’d think he was the sweetest man in the world and perfectly suited to fatherhood. The reality is far from that fantasy, but right now, I’ll let myself dream.
Keanu builds a house on the wall and giggles when I pretend like my person falls off.
“He can’t walk,” I say while he shows me how to hold him.
“Like this, Mama.”
“Oh, I get it. Hey, can Dayton play with us?”
Keanu looks back at Dayton and pats the floor. I doubt the sexy man has any interest in playing LEGOs, but he goes along with the game. Sitting on the ground, he takes a few pieces and snaps them together to make a Harley.
We play on the floor of this magical room for nearly an hour, creating a village for Carl and the new LEGO figures. Dayton names his guy, “Champ” and has it ride his lame motorcycle creation.