by Sam Crescent
He wanted to do nothing more than spread her on the floor and fuck her.
That wasn’t going to happen though.
“What’s going on, Cheryl?” he asked.
“I want to make love to my husband.”
“We can’t.”
She nibbled his lip, making him moan. “Yes, we can. If I tell you a certain man told me there was more to fucking than just sex, what would you say?”
“Who the fuck have you been talking to?”
“Ned Walker.”
He knew Ned picked up the gift basket. “You were talking about our sex lives with Ned?”
“I wasn’t talking about it. It came up—anyway, he was saying how there’s more things for us to try, and I figured seeing as we’d not even given them a try, I want to.” She ran her hands down his chest, to his dick.
The instant her hand touched his length, he was in such a happy place. Even through the jeans, that touch was more than enough.
“What do you think, Butch? I don’t want to lose you, and I know that if we’re not careful, we’re going to lose each other. I can feel you slipping away. I can’t stand it. I love you more than anything else in the world.”
“You’re not going to lose me, baby. We don’t have to do this. We can wait.”
“For what? I need you.” She began to tug on his belt and moving him back so that he sat on the sofa.
He didn’t fight her. The truth was he didn’t want to fight her.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her down onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Her stomach was a constant reminder of the night he fucked her, of when he finally got her pregnant.
Running his hands down her back, he gripped her ass, and she kissed him. He kept one hand at her ass, and the other he sank into the locks of hair.
“I’ve missed this,” she said.
“Babe, this is what has been driving me crazy. I fucking love you, and this for me, this is what I’ve been wanting for a long time.” He pulled her down and kissed her lips. The little moan she gave went straight to his cock.
“I wish you could fuck me. I want you to take me.”
“Soon, babe.”
“I know. I know. I didn’t think you wanted me anymore.”
He slid his hand from her butt to her inner thigh, caressing up until he found her wet slit. “You’re so wet. Never doubt that I want you. You drive me crazy with need. All I can think about is fucking you, being with you. The only reason I stayed away was because I thought you’d want that.”
She whimpered as he stroked across her clit. “Never. I don’t want to lose you. You’re mine, Butch.” She kissed down his neck, sucking on his pulse. “I want to make you feel good.”
He watched and helped her as she sank to the floor in front of him.
Her tongue peeked out, running across her lip, and it made him ache to feel those lips around his dick.
She reached out, grabbing his zipper and sliding it down.
He took over, gripping his cock, running his hand up and down the length. The tip was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
He’d been pleasuring himself in the shower whenever the need arose, but he wasn’t going to take that satisfaction anymore.
“Every time I touched myself, I thought of you.”
She covered his cock with her hand, and he showed her exactly what he wanted and how he liked it. When she licked the tip of his dick, and he watched her taste him, he was close to coming just then.
“This is not going to last,” he said.
“Good. I don’t want it to last. I want to blow your mind, Butch.” With that, she covered the head of his cock and started to take him deep into her mouth.
He moaned as her mouth moved down on his length, sucking him in until he hit the back of her throat. She took her time working him, running her tongue up and down the length until she had him wanting more. Her lips teased him, made him ache. His balls tightened.
“It has been too long since I did this,” she said, lifting up off his dick long enough to talk. He watched her swirl her tongue around the head before down she went, coating all of his dick in her saliva.
She bobbed her head up and down his length, and he tried to think of everything and anything that could stop him from exploding.
It was no good though.
The pleasure of her mouth, feeling her tightening lips around him, he needed it, and as he filled her mouth, she swallowed every single drop, milking him of his cum.
When it was over, he lifted her up, and not caring that she had his taste on her tongue, he kissed her.
“My turn.” Placing her on the sofa, he got to his feet and got rid of his clothes. He didn’t need them.
She laughed, and the sound was sweet music to him.
“I love watching you get naked. All of your ink on display.”
“You should know that after that, I’m not letting you go. Not even for a second. You belong to me, and I’m going to make sure you know it, even if I can’t fuck you.” Kissing her lips, he started to trail them down her neck, sucking on her pulse.
The robe she wore opened up, and he caught sight of her body in the sexy lingerie. Opening the straps, he revealed her pregnant self.
Her stomach was so large, carrying their child, her tits full and ripe, getting ready to feed their kid.
When he looked at her, he saw sheer perfection.
Sliding his hands up, he cupped her tits, pressing them together. He licked across each beaded nipple, tasting her.
“Hello, ladies, I know it has been a long time since I tasted you. I know, she has kept you away from me.”
“Are you seriously talking to my breasts right now?” she asked, giggling.
“Of course. We need to become acquainted once again. I’m not going to take advantage.” Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he relished the sounds she made as he showed her body exactly how much he’d been missing her.
When he got that call today, he knew she was planning something, but he just didn’t have a clue exactly what. He’d hoped to fix this rift between them that hadn’t even been intentionally caused.
He hated fighting with her.
She was his woman, and he’d move heaven and earth to make her happy. He only hoped that what he wanted would make her so.
****
Cheryl watched as he teased her nipples.
She couldn’t believe it had been eight months since they’d been together, since they’d been this intimate.
Getting pregnant hadn’t been a need or anything like that. They wanted children, but it had become something it didn’t have to be, and in doing so, they’d lost themselves.
She sent a quick thank you in her head to Ned and made a note to thank him when she saw him. Butch bit down on her nipples, and she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop as he soothed the pain with his tongue.
She felt on fire with need. He was driving her wild.
“Please, Butch,” she said.
“You want my tongue on your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re going to get it.” He continued to torture her nipples though, and even though she loved it, it was not where she wanted him.
Whimpering, she screamed his name, and he finally started to kiss down her stomach.
“Now, I don’t know if you can see or hear anything, but close your eyes and think about something else.”
“Butch, stop it,” she said, laughing.
“I’m just checking. Our child is so clever.”
She watched him caress her stomach, and then he was between her thighs. He lifted her legs so one rested on his shoulder and the other on the floor. He grabbed a pillow, moving it beneath her ass to help spread her open.
“There we go. You have such a pretty pussy. I imagine this would win awards.”
“Please stop.”
He licked through her slit, and she cried out. He circled her clit before sucking it into his mouth.
She had
n’t wanted to give herself a climax. The doctor had given her so many books, and she saw orgasms wouldn’t be helpful to her. Since she was close to the final weeks, her doctor had said she was out of the danger zone and they were looking at having a good pregnancy. All the precautions had paid off. As he started to stroke through her slit, his fingers moving inside her, pumping within her, she couldn’t believe how close she came to release, and when he flicked her clit, back and forth twice and she came, she did so hard.
Covering her face with her hands, she couldn’t believe that within five minutes of his expert touch, she’d come.
He kissed her leg. “I’ve been a bad husband.”
“No, you haven’t. You’re been patient with me. I’ve been a bitch.”
“I love you, Cheryl.”
“I can’t believe I came so quickly.” She sniffled, feeling emotional all of a sudden.
He moved up, making sure not to squash her, giving her plenty of space. “My tongue is the best one around, you know that. The moment I touched you, it was over.”
She chuckled and turned toward him. Cupping his cheek, she stroked her thumb back and forth. A day’s worth of stubble already covered his face. She didn’t mind. To her, it just made him look more handsome.
“I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t. We lost ourselves there for a moment, but we’ve got it back.” He kissed her inner wrist. “I’m never losing you, baby. You have to understand that. You, me, our baby, and Michael. We’re all a family.”
“Michael. I miss him.”
“I miss him too. The temper tantrum little bastard.”
This made her laugh again.
“I want to take you out tomorrow,” he said.
“You do?”
“Yes, I want to take you to dinner. I know you can’t do much in the way of walking. I’ve got work in the morning, but after that, are you clear all day?”
“I have such a busy schedule,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Watching television, walking to the kitchen, you know, stuff like that.”
“Sounds like a lot to do for a pregnant woman.”
“It is, but I think I can squeeze you in.”
“Good, wear something nice.”
“I don’t think it matters what I wear, I’ll still look pregnant.”
“And it’s a good look on you.” He gripped the back of her neck, kissing her hard. “How about we try again and see if you can last ten minutes?”
She couldn’t help but take his challenge. After all, they had a lot to catch up on.
Chapter Five
Whistling, Butch placed out the towels as Javier, Mistletoe, and Cruz watched him. He felt their gazes on him as if he was some kind of foreign object.
“You’re in a good mood,” Javier said.
“Of course he is. His wife took my advice,” Ned said, coming out of the office.
“You stay away from my wife. She’s all mine.”
“I miss seeing Cheryl around,” Javier said. “She always kept everyone in a good mood.”
“You shouldn’t start fights, and then she’d be able to come around a lot more.” Butch hummed as he picked up an empty bottle off the floor. The fighters weren’t due to arrive until after twelve, and the morning gym was given to the civilians who just wanted to work out. This was a front for Ned’s fighting business. All of the cops knew what he did, but he kept them in money to keep them out of his business.
“It’s impossible not to start a fight. Half of the guys here want to be hit,” Mistletoe said.
“So you got some last night. Got some pregnant pussy?” Cruz asked.
“You’re just nasty,” Javier said.
“What? You not heard how horny pregnant ladies are? They are begging for the cock, and if they want it, I’m more than willing to give it to them.”
Butch shook his head.
“I need you down at the hospital,” Ned said.
“Why?”
“Punk is trying to sign out, and he can’t leave yet.”
“Why not?” Butch asked.
“They need to keep him in for observation to make sure nothing gets worse. Will you do the honors and check on him?”
“Will do.” He hummed to himself as he left the gym.
He pulled his car keys out of his pocket. There were times like this that he missed his bike. When he first got to Vegas, he owned three different bikes, and each had been stolen. He was sure Ned had something to do with it, but rather than argue with the miserable old bastard, he decided to get a car.
Since then, his car hadn’t been stolen. He could probably get a bike now. He owned a house with a garage, but seeing as he was out of the house so often, he didn’t want to put Cheryl at risk.
He was a paranoid sort.
Still humming to himself, he opened the car door and stopped at his name being called.
Javier had followed him outside.
“Hold up,” Javier said.
“You want to go and pay Punk a visit?”
“Nah, I’m good. I wanted to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“You know what about. Have you given it some thought?” Javier asked.
Butch rubbed at his chin. “It’s not my call.”
“You’re not going home. You know that, I know it. Why can’t you just accept that it’s time to move on?”
“You’re asking me to throw my club away. I can’t do that.”
“Why are you still loyal to them?” Javier asked. “I get that you had to be punished, but when is enough enough?”
“Look, this is not your call. It’s not my call.”
“So you’re just going to head back to Fort Wills when they finally decide to get their heads out of their asses?”
“This is why you’ll never be good enough to join the MC. You need to learn to deal with the hierarchy of the club. I do as I’m told to do.”
“No, you’re sitting around rather than face reality. You’re as good as any Prez. I’ve met my fair share of them. I’m not some civilian here, Butch. You have what it takes to be a leader.”
“I’m not talking about this now.”
“You’ve thought about it though.”
He let out a breath and stared at his friend. Javier, Mistletoe, and Cruz had told him over the years that they would be willing to join any extension of an MC so long as he was Prez. When he told Cheryl about their idea, she thought it was a good one, and one he should have spoken to Lash about. He never brought it up, even though he’d wanted to. Lash was a good guy, and they’d talked plenty on the phone.
“Look, I think it’s a good idea, okay? Starting a brand-new MC is not what I want to do. The Skulls know their shit. I’m a brother there, and I’m not going to turn my back on them.”
“We’re not asking you to turn your back but to show them you can create a chapter right here. That’s what I’m suggesting. You got to stop acting like you’ve got to stay punished. You’ve done your time, paid your dues, and showed your loyalty. We’ve got your back, Butch. Just like you’ve had ours all these years.” Javier sighed. “See you around.”
He watched as Javier headed back into the gym.
Ned had brought up something similar a few months ago. Like always, Butch put off the topic of conversation.
Pulling out his cell phone, he stared at Lash’s number, and he was so tempted to dial.
Only he stopped himself, pocketed his cell, climbed behind the wheel, and headed back to the hospital.
The drive this time didn’t take him as long. When he arrived, he parked as far away from the door as possible and walked the short distance. He needed the time to clear his head.
He never liked hospitals. Nothing good ever came from being near them. As far as he was concerned, too many people died in them.
When he entered the hospital, no one stopped him as he made his way to Punk’s room. The nurse was on the way out as he entered.
“Are you family?” she asked.
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br /> “A friend.”
“Oh, well, we had an incident, and we had to call security.”
As she talked, Butch looked past her shoulder to see Punk was in fact cuffed to the bed.
“It’s fine. I won’t let him out.”
“We don’t want him causing any more trouble.”
“He won’t.”
He walked past the woman and sat down on the chair beside Punk’s bed.
Punk still hadn’t talked, and Butch wasn’t about to make the first move. The kid was full of aggression and rage.
“I don’t want you here,” Punk said.
“Ned sent me to talk some sense into you.”
“Sent you? You’re the reason I can’t help my mom. Why did you have to go and stick your nose where it don’t belong? My life doesn’t concern you.”
“True.”
“You’re an asshole.” Punk pulled on his arm, but it was useless.
“I’m sorry about your mom.”
Punk snorted. “What the fuck do you care? The money I was earning was to take care of her. To pay for her medical bills. Not mine. This is just fucking … you know what, I don’t fucking need this. I got to fight that Christmas fight. You’ve got to let me.”
“It’s not going to happen.”
“Why? What makes you boss? I thought the infamous Ned Walker made all the decisions.”
Butch smiled. There was a time he was exactly like this kid. Especially the young part and thinking he was invincible. It took a few smackdowns to learn the truth, that was for sure.
“What the fuck you smirking at? You think this is funny?”
“I’m not laughing at you.”
“I fucking hate you and everything you stand for.” Punk rattled his arm again, and Butch saw the fight drain right out of him.
“Are you done now? Do you think I can talk?”
“Sure, go ahead and talk. Doesn’t mean I’m going to listen.”
Butch listened to the silence that filled the room. The buzzing of the hospital staff outside the door. The calm.
“I hate hospitals.”
“Yeah, well, welcome to the fucking club.”
“You sure like the word fuck.”
“It’s my word, deal with it, fuckhead.”
Again, Butch smiled. He wondered if Michael was turning out this way for Alex.