BABY GIRL III - Love That Just Is (THE ERIK EAD MC EROTICA SERIES)

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by Scott Hildreth


  “FUCK!” she screamed as she stumbled on her feet.

  “Hand print. There’s a hand print on your left cheek” I added, laughing.

  “Fucker,” she said as she turned around. She rubbed her butt as she smiled.

  “Kelli, before everyone gets here, I want to say a few things. Come here,” I said as I walked into the living room.

  She followed me in to the living room, and sat on the couch beside me.

  “There’s going to be a few hundred people here. Some over time, but a lot at once,” I said as I placed my hand on her leg.

  She nodded.

  “We’ve come a long way, baby girl. A long damned way. I’m happy about it. You know you mean the world to me, right?”

  She looked at me, and nodded sharply a few times, smiling.

  “Nobody could ever replace you. You’re weak for me, and I’m weak for you. We’re perfect for each other. I feel as if living one simple day without you would strangle me, Kelli. I don’t even want to think about it. Don’t mistake me being weak for you as me being or becoming weak, I am far from it. Does that make sense?” I asked.

  “I think so,” she answered.

  “Listen. You’re perfect for me. And I am not afraid to admit it. I told you before, and I will tell you again. I will take care of you. For all of what is forever. You, in turn, take care of me. Do you understand?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “Kelli?” I reached for her neck, and placed my hand around her neck, squeezing lightly and playfully.

  My squeezing her neck actually made her comfortable and settled her down. She slumped into my hand and leaned toward me, resting her head on my bicep.

  “Yes sir?” she asked.

  “Do you understand?” I asked.

  Her eyes now closed, she nodded. I massaged her neck in my hand and firmed my grip a little.

  “Kelli, I don’t know if you noticed, but when we were at the Harley dealer, I said we when referencing buying the motorcycle. We offered this. We will take it. We this, we that. I did that for a reason. Did you notice?” I asked.

  Her eyes closed, she nodded, “Yes, I did. I liked it.”

  “Kelli, there is no longer a you and an I. We are an us. This house? This house is not mine. I want you to understand, this house is ours. When these people come, this is our home. Ours. You tell people this is our house, and you do so proudly. I will do the same. Okay?” I asked as I massaged her neck.

  She nodded slowly, her head rubbing against my bicep. Her long black hair draped onto my lap.

  “Are you ever going to disappoint me, Kelli?” I asked.

  She opened her eyes and turned her head toward me.

  “Never,” she responded, “never.”

  She scrunched her brow and looked at me as if I asked her to jump off of a cliff.

  “Okay. I will not disappoint you either. You know, earlier, when we were going at it, that the sex can be rough sometimes. It doesn’t mean I don’t care for you or that I am mad. You know that, right?”

  She turned to face me fully. I let go of her neck.

  “When we got back from the Harley shop?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “Pffffttt. Let me say something please,” she said.

  “Okay,” I responded, “please do.”

  “You know what you have to do to get me wet? To get me soaking. Walk. Pick something up with those sexy hands. Bend over and pick something up. Smile. Cut your sandwich in half. Open my car door. Laugh. Wake up. Take a drink out of your water bottle. Kick Tommy’s or his idiot uncle’s ass. Name it. I want to fuck you always. Erik I’m so serious. Always. You say you own me. You do. And please, never stop reminding me, I love it. But this pussy,” she paused and pointed between her legs.

  “It isn’t mine anymore. It’s yours. I just carry it around for you until you need it. I used to masturbate half a dozen times a day. Since I met you, not at all,” she paused and shook her head.

  “You may think you’re going to out fuck me, make me slap the wall three times or whatever. It’s not going to happen. Ever. Erik, I love you. And I will never intentionally be disrespectful toward you. I will never disrespect you to others either,” she inhaled a slow breath and looked up at the ceiling.

  I started to speak.

  She held her index finger in the air.

  “You could fuck me until I was unconscious. Call an ambulance, and have me hauled to the hospital for a worn out pussy and dehydration. When the paramedics are checking me out and giving me an I.V., you know what I’ll be wishing for?” she asked.

  I smiled and shook my head, knowing where she was headed with this.

  “I would be wishing you were in the ambulance fucking me for the ride to the hospital. You will never out-fuck me. Ever. We don’t need to talk about this anymore, but you should know this about me by now. I like fucking you. I like it a lot. I’d rather be fucking you than talking to you, that’s for damned sure. Most of the time, anyway,” she laughed as she finished speaking.

  “Now?’ I asked.

  “Fucking,” she smiled.

  “When everyone gets here?” I asked.

  “Fucking,” she giggled and started rocking back and forth on the sofa.

  “At the restaurant? Mall? Car? On the steps? Kitchen? Oh, here you go, at your father’s house? Dealership on the sales floor?” I smiled.

  “Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, and fucking. Is that right?” she counted on her fingers and bounced in the sofa cushion.

  “Nope, one more. Fucking,” she laughed, shaking her hands at me, her fingers extended and spread apart.

  “Fuck me,” she said as she stood up.

  She straightened her dress, raised her eyebrows, and waited.

  The sound of a car coming up the driveway interrupted our conversation. She turned and looked out the window toward the driveway.

  “It’s Heather and Teddy,” she squealed as she turned and ran toward the door.

  Neither of them had been here since we moved in to the house. They had helped us move in, but decided not to come back until we were settled and had our party. I hadn’t expected them this early; but knowing Teddy, he wanted to help set up the party as much as possible.

  Kelli stood at the door, holding it open. I suspected as she normally sees Teddy and Heather three or four times a week, she wasn’t as excited to see them as she was to have them see her – at her new home.

  “So, did you get all of your furniture…” Heather started to ask as she walked in the door.

  She and Kelli both squeaked as Kelli moved from the doorway. They both turned and ran into the living room, squealing and looking at the furniture.

  “Well, fuck. Guess we ain’t huggin’ no more. Sis, my ass. Bone shoulda named you something else. Maybe ass-hat. Yep, ass-hat woulda been better,” Teddy winked at me as he walked through the door.

  Kelli turned around and ran toward Teddy, jumped and wrapped herself around him as he stood in the entrance. Her legs were wrapped around his thighs, and her arms around his shoulders.

  “Sum bitch, Kelli. Now that’s a hug,” Teddy said as Kelli let go and fell to the floor.

  “Doc, how the hell are ya, brother?” Teddy said as he walked my direction.

  We shook hands and I hugged him.

  “Love what you done to the place,” he laughed as he looked around, “where you keep the cold beer?”

  “Kegs are out in the shop. They delivered them this morning before we went to the Harley dealer,” I answered.

  “Couldn’t make it work, huh?” Teddy asked, shaking his head.

  “No, too damned high. Twenty-two on a Street Glide. And it was a 2013,” I responded.

  “Why fuck. He’s a fuckin’ mental midget. I hate that fuckin’ shop. You know they fucked up Buster’s bike in 2010. Fried the motor before he got off the lot. Know what they told him?” he asked.

  I’d heard the story of Buster having the motor on his bike rebuilt a hundred times.
He no more than got out of the dealership and half a mile up the highway before it flew apart. The dealership did nothing to assist in the repairs of their work. They responded that it was a high performance motor, and they didn’t warrant high performance motors.

  “No, what?” I asked.

  “Fuckers told him it was a hi-po motor and they didn’t repair hi-po motors. Why fuck fellas, you’re the ones that made it a hi-po. It was bone stock when it went in, came out a hi-po. I’m afraid I’d have had someone’s head on a stick over that deal,” he shook his head and looked around the house.

  “Love the place, Doc,” he nodded his head as he looked around the room.

  Kelli and Heather ran from the living room up the stairs.

  “I just had Kelli go to that place on Rock Road and pick out whatever she wanted that day you and I went to the bar last week. They delivered everything that afternoon,” I said as I looked around.

  “Surprised your weird ass let her do that. You’re odd as fuck, Doc. Especially when it comes to houses,” Teddy laughed.

  “Now where’s that beer?” he asked again.

  “I have a bunch of imports in the fridge and in the shop,” I said, pointing into the kitchen.

  “Do I look like I drink imports?” Teddy said as he raised one eyebrow.

  “We’re going to the garage,” I screamed up the stairs as Teddy and I walked past the stairway.

  “Okay,” a half audible tone came from upstairs.

  “Man, them girls is something else, huh?” Teddy asked as we walked outside.

  “Jesus, Kelli is opening up. She’s a different person since we moved in here,” I laughed.

  “Shit, Doc. Act like you didn’t know that little gal was a handful. That’s why you like her. She’s gonna give you a run for your damned money,” he chuckled as he slapped me on the arm.

  “Shit fuck, Doc,” he said as he opened the door to the garage.

  “What?” I asked.

  “God damn, you buy two lifts?” he asked as he looked around the shop.

  “Yep. I had them delivered a few days ago. Kind of nice having a place to store the bikes for the winter. I figured I could tinker with them on the lift for off-season. Figured I’d buy that Glide. Fucking bastards,” I said, thinking about the over-priced Harley dealer.

  “I’d like to light that place on fire, I’m tellin’ya,” Teddy shook his head as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.

  “You and I agree on that one,” I laughed.

  “Band gonna be back there?” he asked as he pointed to the rear of the shop.

  The house that we had purchased had an attached garage. Additionally, it had a detached garage or shop beside the driveway that was forty feet wide and sixty feet long. It was large enough to have farm equipment in, but there was no need. It served me perfectly to keep my motorcycles in, and have an occasional party.

  “Yeah. I figured they’d get set up in the rear of the shop. Hell, it’s still eighty degrees outside, we can open the doors and let them play,” I responded.

  “Get that kid from down town? Timmy Jonas?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Kelli talked to him. He lived there in her building, and she didn’t even realize it. He’s good to go,” I said.

  “Well brother, should be a good time. So, you settled in yet?” he asked.

  “We’ve got it all moved in. Hell, Kelli has every damn thing in place. She’s amazing like that,” I responded as we walked toward the rear of the shop.

  “No, I mean having a girl live with ya, Doc. You adjusting all right?” he asked as he took a drink from his bottle of beer.

  I stopped and looked around the shop. My feelings should be difficult to explain, but my response came easily as we walked together.

  “Teddy, I love that woman. Being with her is where I belong. It may seem strange to you, or for you to hear it, but it’s true. Living here with her has allowed me to exhale. For once in my life, I feel like I can let my guard down. I can be myself around her. Hell, I don’t even know if I know who I really am. I think I’m finding out,” I shook my head and laughed.

  “I’m doing and saying things that I never would have guessed. I’m not trying to impress her, or win her heart; hell that’s done. But I see myself and what I am doing - it just seems strange. Strange and kind of comforting,” I stopped and turned to Teddy.

  “Doc, right is right. And wrong’s wrong. Pretty much. So, if it feels right, it is. Guy don’t need him a sheep skin from college to know that. If it’s right, let it be. Don’t seem weird to me. Hell, don’t you dare say a word, but I’m thinking about asking Heather to marry me,” Teddy said as he rubbed his beard with his left hand.

  “Holy shit, Teddy. Well…” I paused and thought.

  “Well what? Don’t matter, Doc. Don’t matter if it’s been a month since I met her, six months, or six years. It’s either right or wrong. There’s always what we think and then there’s what we know. I know this - I love that woman. Ain’t much sense in trying to tell myself anything otherwise. I look at it this way - it’s my damned job to keep her happy. Marryin’ a girl is making her dream come true. So if it’s inevitable, just as well get it over with,” he said as looked down at the floor.

  “I was just thinking, sorry. I agree with ya, brother. It’s no shock to me. Hell I’m happy for you if you two get married. It’ll sure make Kelli jealous,” I looked at the floor and thought of things changing between Teddy and I.

  “Like how I did that?” he raised his eyebrows and took a drink of beer.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Used a big word for ya,” he responded.

  I squinted and shook my head, not quite understanding his question.

  “Inevitable. Used it a minute ago. Was kinda proud of myself. Hell, Heather has me readin’ shit damned near every night on a Kindle. Crazy little girl bought me my own. I’m gonna try and use one new word a day – well, might not be new, but it’ll be new to me using it,” he laughed.

  I shook my head and smiled. Before I could say a word, he spoke.

  “Circumspect. That’s a sum bitch there. Had it in a book I was reading last night. Had to look that fucker up,” he tipped his bottle up.

  “Being aware of all the shit around ya, Doc. Being aware. Circumspect. Hell, I’m circumspect,” he laughed.

  “Reading books is good for you, Teddy,” I laughed, “who says bikers are a bunch of dummies.”

  “Hell I never heard that one before,” Teddy laughed.

  “Grab a few beers, let’s go inside,” I said, wondering what the girls were doing.

  As we turned to walk to the refrigerator, I noticed the girls walking through the door into the shop.

  “I’m so excited, how much longer,” Kelli asked.

  “For what?” Teddy screamed across the shop as we walked toward the door.

  “Till everyone gets here,” she laughed as she walked toward me.

  “Hell Sis, party has been cancelled. Didn’t you hear,” he laughed.

  “Timmy is gonna show up, he said he was. He and I will have our own party,” Kelli laughed.

  “Timmy Jonas is comin’?” Teddy asked with a surprised tone, “hell, he’s fuckin’ famous. Who rounded him up?”

  “I did,” Kelli answered proudly as she raised her finger in the air.

  As Teddy hugged Heather and reached into the refrigerator, he spoke.

  “Call em’ back Doc, tell em to come. This mother-fucker’s gonna be a party to remember,” Teddy stated.

  “Our party,” Kelli said as she put her arms around my waist.

  “Ours,” I confirmed.

  I liked the sound of that.

  Ours.

  GENE. “Well, if I asked you to guess, what’s your best guess?” I asked.

  “Hard to say, Mr. Parks. Could be six months. Might be three weeks. It’s just a number that we can’t define. There are no assurances. With the dialysis, maybe six months,” the doctor responded.

  “Th
at an educated guess, Doc?” I asked.

  “Yes sir. I wish I had better news. And with your age and your blood type, a donor is pretty close to being out of the question,” he said.

  Doctors don’t sugar coat a damned thing.

  When I was in the military, I always wondered what would happen if I was shot. It was a constant fear of mine. My blood type being AB negative made me a candidate for dying if there was ever a circumstance that I needed blood and needed it fast. As I stepped out of the gown and began to get dressed, I wondered if any amount of money could buy me a kidney.

  “Doc, hold up a minute,” I said as I raised my hand.

  “Doc, you know I have more money than most. Does that help?” I asked, hopeful of an affirmative answer.

  “It helps, Gene. But, having your blood type, and at your age, it’s just…well, there are people that have waited years. You don’t have years. I’m sorry we don’t have better answers for you,” he said as he looked up from the floor.

  “Anything else?” he asked.

  I shook my head slowly from side to side, “No sir.”

  I had lost one kidney just before Kelli was born. I was damned near forty years old at the time. They attributed the loss from being exposed to Agent Orange during the war. They explained then that I may lose the other at any time. I liked to imagine the chemical company that made Agent Orange never suspected that it would kill all of the foliage in the jungle but not kill the soldiers, sailors and Marines that were in the jungle.

  That God forsaken war was going to kill me one way or the other.

  “Thanks, Doc,” I said as he opened the door.

  Having between a few weeks and six months to live puts things into an entirely new perspective. What was important now seemed unimportant. What isn’t or wasn’t important all of a sudden becomes so.

  My mind raced.

  Life is a mystery that will go unsolved. It is not to be figured out, it’s to be lived to the best of our abilities. I have no regrets and nothing to be ashamed of. To me, I have solved life.

  Being without regret.

  Receiving fire in Vietnam never made me worry about dying. In the war, death was something that crossed my mind from time to time, but it wasn’t a constant thought or concern. Now, having the knowledge that death was inevitable was not something that set very well in my stomach.

 

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