I wasn’t convinced it was the best time for out of town visits, but Tommy claimed things were calm at the moment. But a nagging voice at the back of my head kept saying that it had seemed calm the morning of the day when shit went down, too. He’d told me some of what was going on, and hearing that I’d been smack in the middle of a cartel war was unnerving, to put it mildly. Some other things he hadn’t told me, but I’d figured it out anyway. Cartels meant drugs, so that was what they were involved in. That or guns. Or both. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, or if I felt anything at all.
Being in the middle of a crisis with people meant you saw them either at their worst or at their best, depending on what kind of a person they were. I’d seen the Marauders at their best. They’d closed ranks, looked after each other, and trusted each other. I respected them. I might not respect what they were doing, but I respected them as group and as the individual people they were. That had to be enough.
“I already did,” Tommy said, and I wasn’t sure what it was he was referring to.
“What?”
“I fixed the guest bed before I started on this.” He turned towards me. “Wanna test it?”
“Okay,” I laughed. “Now?”
“The kids just left. I think we’ve got at least an hour.”
Not twenty minutes later, Tommy was on his back, and I licked my way up his stomach, through the hair on his chest, and up to his left nipple—giving it a slight bite.
“Come on, Munchkin,” he groaned. “I need to get inside of you.”
I was just as ready as he was, so I took his cock in my hand, held it against my opening, and slowly descended until I was sitting on his hips with his dick all the way inside me. I rolled my hips slightly, and Tommy groaned, clenching my hips in his hands.
“Damn, babe. Do that again.”
I did as he’d asked, and he closed his eyes with another appreciative groan.
“I love your cock,” I mumbled. “You always feel so perfect inside of me.”
Instead of answering, he sat up and slid his arm around my waist.
The last few months, he’d never gotten around to shaving his head, which meant his hair was longer than it had ever been. I liked that, because it meant I could hold on to his hair to keep in place when he was giving me head or kissing me. His hand was tangled in my hair, too, and he pulled me back and kissed his way down my throat. After a light bite on my collarbone, soothed with a lick, he continued farther down to my breast.
I kept rising and falling down over his dick, rolling my hips to make it reach all the best spots. At the same time, Tommy was playing with my breasts and touching as much of my body as he could reach. When his fingertips stroked along my spine and down to my ass, I tore myself from his lips and groaned. My thighs were trembling, not from exhaustion, but because he felt so good inside of me. I was getting closer, and it made it harder to focus on what I was doing with anything but the movements of my hips.
“Tommy,” I moaned.
“Yeah,” he panted. “Just like that.”
When my entire legs started trembling, he grabbed my ass, lifting me up and slamming me back down over his dick. Again and again, until I felt the tight coil inside of me getting ready to release. I let go of his lips and leaned back to make the tip of his dick rub over the perfect spot inside of me.
“Oh, god, Tommy, please.”
“Just like that, oh fuck, Billie, just like that.”
“Fuck, Tommy.”
“Yeah, come on, let me hear it. Just us two here, and I wanna hear you come all over my dick.”
I came, and I was loud. I kept screaming his name along with a few curse words, feeling myself squeeze his dick with my insides, gushing wet.
“Fuck, babe. Oh, shit, I love hearing that.”
By then he was holding me close, his arm back around my waist, and he was fucking up and into me. Relentless pounding, and it meant I was getting there again—or that it possibly just wouldn’t stop—reaching yet another peak.
Tommy flipped us around, holding me down, and kept slamming his hips against me, and his dick as far inside of me as it could reach. Then I felt it, the twitches in his dick that told me he was coming, too.
We lay still, feeling the last of the orgasms ebb out, and then he fell down next to me, just to immediately pull me closer.
“I love you,” he mumbled. “I like this, having our own house.”
“Me, too. It might take some getting used to, but it’s looking better and better.”
After a deep sigh, he turned towards me. “We should probably get dressed before the kids catch us naked. Don’t think Dawg and Edie would appreciate that.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re doing the exact same thing when we have their kids over, so it’s probably just a matter of which set of parents they catch naked first”
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THEY WERE AT THE airport, just Felix and him, and they were waiting for Dwayne. The only time Felix had met him was when they’d been to the zoo together, but they’d talked on the phone a few times since. Or, not a few times, pretty damn often, and the last time they talked, Felix had insisted that his uncle came to celebrate his birthday. He was a few days late, since he couldn’t get time off exactly on Felix’s birthday, but Dwayne had said it just meant Felix got to celebrate his birthday twice.
“There he is!” Felix yelled and started waving. “Uncle Dwayne, Uncle Dwayne!”
“Hey, kid,” Dwayne said as he lifted Felix into the air. “You didn’t bring your mom?” He winked at Tommy when he said that.
“No, she’s at home making dinner. We have a cake, too. For tomorrow. Did you bring my present?”
“Yes, I did. It’s in my bag.” Dwayne gave Tommy a hug. “How’s my little brother?”
“Good.”
Felix talked most of the drive home, and once at the house, he pulled Dwayne through the house to show him his room. Travis, who’d apparently seen the car, came by ten minutes later, and the two kids kept Dwayne occupied until the dinner was ready.
After dinner, Tommy grabbed two beers and took Dwayne out to the back yard after promising Felix and Travis they could play with him tomorrow again. That he’d be there for the entire second birthday party.
“How the fuck did this happen?” Dwayne asked. “A year ago, you were single and all about your club, while I was engaged with a steady job. Now you have a house with a back yard, a very steady girlfriend, and a six-year-old kid.”
“You’re still engaged and have a steady job,” Tommy answered with a shrug. “How’s that going, by the way?”
“We broke up.”
“What? When?”
“A month ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Thought it was better to tell you in person. It wasn’t a big deal, to be honest.”
Dwayne and his fiancé, and Tommy was embarrassed to admit he couldn’t remember her name, had been together for about three years. He’d just barely met her, and about the only thing he knew about her was what she looked like and that she worked as something fancy on Wall Street.
“What happened?”
“I realized I hadn’t seen her in two weeks and… I don’t know.” He went quiet. “I had no idea where she was most of the time, she picked up calls in the middle of the night, some other suspicious things, and then I realized that the idea of her cheating didn’t bother me much.”
Tommy tried to imagine Billie cheating on him, and a red-hot rage rose in him just by thinking about it. So he nodded.
“That should bother you.”
“I know. We broke up.”
“Was she? Cheating on you?”
“I don’t know,” Dwayne shrugged. “And I don’t care. She’s moving out, and I don’t even know to where or to whom.”
Amelia, Tommy recalled, her name was Amelia. It probably didn’t matter anymore, though. Billie interrupted them when she came outside with a phone in her hand.
“Dawg called. They’re al
l on their way to Wrench for a kid and women free evening to get ready for the second birthday party tomorrow. He said you should bring your brother and some steaks.”
Wrench had bought a house earlier that year, and since he didn’t have an old lady or any kids, and wouldn’t ever bring any women in general to his place, they’d started hanging out there when they felt like a pure guys’ night.
Tommy looked questioningly at Dwayne, who nodded with a smile before emptying his beer. “Sounds like my kind of party.”
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Tommy was drunk, but not stupid drunk the way Dwayne was. His blood brother had hit it off with his club brothers within thirty minutes, and they’d had fun until Wrench’s neighbor had come out yelling about getting her beauty sleep. Bull’s comment on her really needing it hadn’t helped calming her down.
After dropping Dwayne on the bed in the guest room, he continued into the master bedroom. Billie was sleeping, and he tried to stay quiet when he went into the bathroom. It apparently didn’t work, because the light was on, and she was sitting up in the bed when he exited.
“Did you have fun?” she asked with a small smile.
“Yeah. Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, for a sniper you can be loud when you try to drunk-sneak.”
“Lucky thing I stayed sober when I did that, then.” He got into bed next to her, pulling her down with him. “Love me?”
“Yes. How did Dwayne get along with the others?”
“Dwayne got along with everyone. He’s one of those guys everyone loves,” he mumbled. “As long as you like me best, I’m fine with it.”
“What?” Billie laughed. “Hang on, does this have something to do with Dad being suspicious towards Dwayne?”
“Clyde was on to him? He’s so lucky he never tried.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered.”
“Why? Because you were so into me?”
“No, sorry, I wasn’t.” She threw her leg over him with a big smile. “I am now, though. Very into you. How drunk are you?”
“Not that drunk. I mean, I’m drunk, but I’d be up for some fucking.”
“So Dad was right about him?”
“Yeah, he jerked off in Leah’s guest room after seeing you work out once. He was totally crushing on you.” He sniffed her hair. “I’m not gonna get any, am I? That’s not why you asked how drunk I am.”
“No, I was more wondering if I should use ear plugs. You snore when you’re drunk.”
“Cheeky bitch,” he mumbled and pulled her closer to rub his hard-on against her. “I got a boner now.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“What?” he laughed and gave her cheek, neck, and shoulder kisses. “You’re gonna leave me like this?”
“I’m not having sex with you while your brother is here. No way. I’m too loud, and I don’t want him to hear it.”
“Since when are you a prude?”
“Since you told me he jerked off after seeing me work out.”
“That’s over a decade ago.”
“Still not doing it. It’s weird.”
Tommy laughed and turned her around. “So I guess I don’t have to worry you’ll switch brothers.”
“You weren’t worried about that.”
“No. I wasn’t worried about that. Not even a little. I know you’re not bailing on me.”
THE END
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About the author:
Lina Andersson was born and raised as far up north as you can go in Sweden. The long, dark winters were made for reading and writing, which is pretty much all she ever did. In her early twenties, she packed up her husband and son and moved to the slightly warmer climate of southern Sweden, where they still live, more than a decade later. When she’s not writing, she’s an avid gamer and film geek.
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