Linc's Retribution

by Lake, Brair

  For the first time since the incident a little laugh escapes me, causing Cassie to hug me tighter. Her soothing caress on my back helps to release the built up tension. Grateful for her ministrations, I hook my arm round her waist. We may have a battle or two of our own in front of us. But we are going to be alright.

  “Come on Linc, let’s leave them alone.” As we turn towards the door I am shocked at the hungry look on Tabby’s face which is focused on Rayven. Silently he is devouring her. If you look closely you can see the hurt and pain he tries hard to hide from everyone.

  With another look round the room I study Inferno and Baby Blu as they sit close on the bed next to Trax. All of them lost in their own world. Rayven is holding on to Trax’s hand. Her eyes avoiding Tabby. Finally my gaze returns to Cassie who is looking up at me. A small smile on her face. Wordlessly I wish Tabby luck. If someone deserves to be loved it’s the big man. And if Rayven is strong enough to tame the man whore, I will be more than happy to welcome her into our family as a new sister.

  Chapter 18

  “Dam.” The smell of burnt toast was my clue to stay away from the kitchen. This however does not stop me, and like a fool I went direct to Cassie and the kitchen. Something must have alerted Cassie to my presence, because as soon as I was at the door, her gaze turned my way.

  “How’s Trax doing?” It only takes a quick sweep of the kitchen to know that Cassie is not doing very well. The burnt toast lay abandoned on the worktop. A half-drunk mug of coffee was on the kitchen table and Cassie must have been running her fingers through her hair constantly this morning.

  I need my daily fix and without preamble I pull my old lady into my arms sniffing her hair before placing a hard welcoming kiss on her lips. Cassie’s arms hook round my neck to deepen the kiss. “He’s doing fine. Rayven, Baby Blu and a couple of the girls from the club are spoiling him. At this rate he will never get out of bed.”

  “It’s only been a couple of days Linc.” The sound of Cassie’s warm laughter fills my heart. If there’s one thing I want before I die, it’s for Cassie’s laughter to be the last thing I hear. While she continues to stroke my T-shirt, her laughter is replaced with a scowl. “Are you sure Linc, this is what you want?”

  Hazel eyes look me full on. The doubt, pain and insecurity almost kills me. “Yeah, babe I’m more than sure. Now come on lets go make a baby.” Again Cassie’s laughter hits me, this time, it’s not as bright or carefree.

  Neither of us chat on the drive over to the doctor’s office and my concern over Cassie’s silence grows. What if it’s Cassie who walks away this time?

  “Cass?”

  “Humph?”

  “Earlier you asked if I was ready. Are you?” Instead of answering, Cassie continues to look out of the window. For a moment I take my eyes of the road to study her face. Then I see it. The small smile playing round her lips. Her hand spread across her stomach, and an ache hits me in mine.

  Connecting our hands together, I give a slight squeeze. At my touch, Cassie has turned her head towards me. Her smile is full blown and I have to swallow the air which is trapped inside my throat.

  “We’re here Linc.” As she steps from the parked car, Cassie’s head does a sweep of the parking lot. “No changing our minds.”

  With a small jog, I am beside Cassie, locking our hands together again. “No. No going back. This is it.”

  In my short life I have been through a lot. There are things I have done which would shame people. Although everything I have done, has being for survival. I have even killed. Yet at none of those times have I felt the kind of apprehension I am feeling now.

  The last time I had sat in this waiting room, it had nearly ended up destroying the most important thing to me. A doctor’s office is a cold place to be. White walls littered with certificates. The receptionist and nurses are dressed in polyester uniforms of bright colors, which do nothing to cheer the place up. Old magazines lay on the table. Worn, tattered, and covered in who knows what.

  “Linc?” Cassie’s hand is clasped in mine and before I answer her, I kiss the tips of her fingers.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m scared.”

  “Me too Cassie, me too.”

  “Mr & Mrs Davies the doctor will see you now.”

  I am already aware that I have a low sperm count. This is information which was given to us on our last visit. Yet I am still nervous about going inside that room. The room in front of me, holds my fate. On a deep breath and with Cassie’s hand in mine I take the first step forward.

  This time the doctor does not keep us waiting.

  “As I explained the last time Linc, you have a condition called Oligozoospermia. Basically this means you have a low sperm count and because of this, there may be problems with conceiving. I re-ran the tests and the results have not changed.”

  This was not the news I wanted to hear. “What caused the low sperm count and how can I improve it?”

  After my first question it’s not long before we become involved in a deep discussion of both my medical condition and medical history. As we sit there, the doctor explains that my condition could be due to one of several reasons, ranging from a hormone imbalance to a structural problem, which may have being caused by a previous infection or injury.

  As for treatment, there was very little I could take. If further tests proved that I have low levels of gonadotropin hormones I may be prescribed a gonadotropin based drug.

  However as Cassie is fertile our best option at this time would be artificial insemination. The procedure he has in mind is Intrauterine Insemination, otherwise known as IUI. This is a laboratory procedure where they separated fast moving sperm from the sluggish ones. Which are then implanted into Cassie’s womb at the time of her ovulation.

  “And the success rate?”

  “Well you’re both young and health and as I have already stated, Cassie is fertile so we’re looking at a range of ten to twenty percent, per cycle.”

  “And if this does not work?”

  “There’s donation via an unknown donor or adoption.”

  “Cassie.” The news from the doctor may not be the best, but it was more than I had anticipated. There was a distinct possibility I could still father a child and from the expression on Cassie’s face, I think the excitement may have shown in my voice.

  “Take this literature with you. Read it and discuss what you want to do.”

  Fuck, due to my stupidity I have wasted three months of our lives. “Thanks doc. We will be in touch for the referral.”

  I decide a small celebratory lunch is called for and instead of heading back to Comfort Springs I drive to Gonzales and have lunch at one of their seafood restaurants. A couple of calls later I have us booked in one of the hotels for the night. Angel at the studio is re-scheduling my clients and the other artist are happy to cover any walk-ins. Inferno and the club has also being informed that we will not be back till sometime tomorrow.

  “Linc are you mad?” Cassie may be trying to deny it, but she is as excited as I am. The sparkle which has been missing is back and like myself, there is a goofy smile on her face. A face which I will be kissing soon.

  “Lunch then bed.” By the end of lunch we have studied the literature provided by the doctor, leaving my head spinning.

  “Linc, IUI might not work. And it’s going to cost a fortune. What if we fail?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Look Cassie, let’s give it ago. Statistically it could take between six months to a year. We can do that.”

  “What about the money.” I may not have got the all clear from the club, but this was more important. So I tell Cassie about the interview with the TV Company and the possibility of doing a reality show based on my art.

  “That has the cost covered Cass. The studio gets publicity, boosting our profile and clientele and we get a baby.” Cassie’s hair is in my hand as I play with it. Her face is animated and I know she has to be as excited as I am. This morning I had given up on the idea of bei
ng a father. But now that dream is closer than I could have wished for. The odds may not be the best, but they were still there.

  “Linc I never thought I’d say this. But you are crazy.”

  “Shake your head as much as you want Babe, but we’re having a baby…… Now come on lets go practice.”

  DCMC

  “Shit Linc. What kind of room is this?” I owe Angel one. It was on her recommendation that I had chosen this hotel, and now I see why. The room is made for sin. Mirrors cover the ceiling and the far wall. The bed has neither a headboard nor footboard. It was large and circular covered in satin sheets.

  “Dam it Linc come look at the bath,” following the sound of Cassie’s voice I enter the en-suite bathroom. Fuck, the bath is sunk into the ground, and this time all the walls are covered in mirrors. I might just have to change our reservation from one night to two. The image of having Cassie naked in the bathtub watching in the mirror as I fuck her. Has my cock rock hard.

  “Fuck Cass, we should have foregone lunch after all.”

  DCMC

  Shit, my heart is pounding so loudly I am sure Linc can hear it in the en-suite. While I stand in front of the full length mirror. Unable to believe such a room exists, I discover my panties are wet just from the thought of watching Linc as we have sex.

  The touch of Linc’s hands at the hem of my top as he stands behind me, brings me out of my day dream. Linc’s hands are sure and quick, pulling the material over my head. Indigo meets hazel as our eyes lock in the mirror. While his hands move up to cup my breasts, weighing the plump heaviness. The kisses he bestows on my neck are gentle at first. Which change when he gives the skin a quick nip.

  “Undo your pants Cassie and push them down. Show me your pussy.” Not even bothering to resist, I have my pants and underwear kicked off. The only item of clothing I am left wearing is my bra.

  Again our eyes lock in the mirror. Arousal is spiraling through my body. Linc pushes his cotton clad hips against mine, letting me know he’s not unaffected either. “Touch your pussy Cassie. Spread your legs and let’s watch as you finger fuck yourself.”

  The air catches in my throat at Linc’s command. Without hesitation, my fingers obey Linc’s orders. Shy at first, I push two fingers between the plumb flesh. “Rub your clit Cassie, rub it hard.” I am unsure which is turning me on the most. That I am touching myself, that Linc is watching me through the mirror. Or that I am watching my reflection as I touch myself.

  “Harder Cass. Rub harder.” As I continue to rub myself hard, my eyelids drift down and it’s not until I feel the hard tugs on my nipples I realize Linc has removed my bra. “Watch Cassie, now put two finger inside yourself and tell me what you feel.”

  Linc’s eyes are blazing with lust as I thrust two fingers into my tunnel, letting my body fall against Linc’s for support. “I’m wet Linc. All slippery and tight. I can feel my muscles contracting against my fingers.”

  “Good Girl. Now thrust harder.” Again I do as Linc asks. My gaze never leaving my reflection, as I watch my fingers disappearing in to my pussy. Soon, I begin to thrust my fingers long and hard. The sensation I am creating, causes my knees to buckle and I do not think I can stand much longer. The dual sensation of my fingers trusting in my pussy and Linc’s fingers tugging on my nipples while the both of us watch, sends me over the edge.

  “On the bed Cassie. Lie on your back and spread your legs wide. By the time Linc joins me on the bed he is naked. His broad chest begging for my touch. His large cock, thick and bouncing, pre-cum leaking over the edge. In anticipation of what is to come, I lick my lips, wetting the dry skin. “Later Cass. This one’s for you.” Fuck, even Linc’s words are enough to give me a tremor of an orgasm.

  Tenderly he lowers his head down and begins to suckle on my neck. His large body inserting itself between my legs. “Watch Cassie. Watch your face until I tell you different.” My mind is no longer mine and obediently I do as he demands. I watch Linc lower his head down as he takes a nipple into his mouth. At the same time, my hips arch up to his, seeking relief from the tension which is gathering in my lower body. The throb from my clit, pounds in time with each suckle, and pull Linc makes against my nipple.

  Still I watch Linc’s head and hand. The hand which is now tugging and pulling on my other nipple, inciting my neck to arch backwards, whilst my hips continue to thrust forward.

  “Linc!”

  “I know Babe. Me too.” When Linc is satisfied that my breasts and nipples have had enough loving, he moves his mouth and tongue down to my pussy. “Linc, Fuck!”

  “You still watching Babe.” Yeah, I am still watching, I am incapable of removing my eyes away from the vision of Linc’s bald head between my legs. His tongue is driving me crazy with the way it’s lapping against my flesh. When he blows against my clit, the warm air of his breath leaves me shivering.

  “Play with your nipples Babe. Pull on them hard.” The vibration of Linc’s voice makes my stomach clench. Decadent. I am sprawled on a bed watching as my husband mouth fucks me and I’m loving it.

  “More Linc, more tongue.” Linc does not ignore my instructions and soon his tongue is thrusting into me. “Fuck yes. Babe yes.”

  “Cassie if you cum, I will tan your backside.” Linc’s threat does not help as another shudder racks through my body. One moment I am flat on my back, the next, straddling Linc, and his cock is inside me. The swiftness of his thrust has my eyes opening, and I find myself watching my reflection in the wall mirror. Fuck

  “Watch Cassie. Watch my cock as it goes in your pussy only to come out again.” Quickly I look down at Linc, only to discover he is watching us in the mirror above. This time I raise my eyes to the other mirror. Memorized at the vision of Linc as he begins to thrust inside me. The knowledge that Linc is also watching has me almost over the edge. “Fuck Cass you’re so fucking wet and hot I’m going to burst.”

  “Linc I’m not going to last.”

  “That’s OK Cass, we can go again.” Linc continues to thrust into me. Long hard slow thrusts. Thrusts I attempt to speed up by thrusting my hips against his. “That’s it Babe, take me in. Take all of my cock in. Oh Fuck. Cass, it’s fucking fantastic.”

  With one last hard thrust. The nerves in my body cannot take anymore and I explode. At my release, my juices coat Linc’s cock just before he erupts and empties his semen inside me.

  Exhausted I lean forward to kiss the man I love on the lips. “Love you Cass.” Sleepily I respond with my own vows of love.

  Chapter 19

  “Morning Inferno, how’s Trax?”

  “Morning Cass, he’s spoilt. Tabby’s kicked Rayven out of his room, Baby Blu’s has being banned from the Club. And the whores have being warned not to go near him. Shouldn’t be long now before he’s off his lazy ass.”

  “OK Cass, that’s everything we need. Ready.” Still unsure how it happened and how it was we were still going camping. But camping we were going.

  “Ready, see you later Inferno.”

  Before setting off for our camping trip Linc had called into the club to finalize some business with Inferno and now we were ready to hit the road. And it looks as if camping is not the only thing we will be doing. Attached to the panniers was a fishing kit.

  Straddled across the bike reminded me of the slight aches I was still experiencing between my legs. After booking into the hotel, Linc had refused to leave the room until it was time to check out. Gonzales will never be the same for me and each memory will always bring me out in a blush. Linc had rode me hard and long. Thank fuck business at the club had kept him away for the last couple of days otherwise I doubt I would be walking for a long time.

  The hours soon sped by as Linc takes a leisurely ride to Lake Maurepas. After Trax’s attack things were a little down at the club and I know Linc has been pre-occupied with club business. But since our visit to the doctor’s, this has become one of my favorite weeks in a long time.

  Even Linc‘s mood is lighter than it has being for a
while. We both know our problems are not over and we still have a lot in front of us. Three months ago, three words and Linc’s actions nearly destroyed what we have. Now, anything was possible.

  “Everything OK there Cassie!”

  Squeezing my arms tight round Linc’s waist all I can do is nod. After a while we have left early morning traffic behind us and now the highway has started to pick up. Linc handles the Harley with expertise, weaving through the traffic. For lunch we stop at a Biker Bar and enjoy some of the local cuisine. Linc has catfish and I have bass.

  Midafternoon, we arrive at the cabin which Linc has arranged for us to use.

  “Linc?”