by KL Myers
“Oh, Gauge, leave Trixie alone,” Mom yells. “She’s just curious about the little human lying on the floor.”
Just as I’m about to tell my mom what she could do with her curious dog, my attention is quickly directed to the conversation Lex is having with Rylee.
“You’re kidding. That’s how you and Braedyn met?”
“Yep, if it weren't for my crazy ex-boyfriend trying to kill me, I would have never met Braedyn.”
“Hold up,” I call out. “What’s this about you almost being killed? Mom, you said he ran her off the road. You didn’t say he tried to kill her.”
Braedyn immediately takes over the conversation at that point. “Yeah, I was headed home from Scott’s house only to find Rylee’s car flipped over in the ditch on the side of the road.”
“Wait, how did that happen? I want to hear this whole story. Mom told me you were in an abusive relationship before Braedyn, but never that he tried to kill you.”
Rylee continues, “So, I was at my best friend’s wedding, and her husband was friends with my ex. He wasn’t happy I was there with someone else, so when I left, he chased me down and slammed into my car.”
“And he didn’t care to see if you were hurt or not?” I want to punch something right now, I’m so angry at the situation.
“Oh, he stopped, all right,” Rylee says. “He stopped long enough to tell me he hoped I died right there on the side of the road. Then he left as soon as he saw your brother’s truck coming down the road.”
“Yep,” Braedyn says. “I got out, only to find Rylee barely conscious, with a broken arm and banged up pretty badly. Knew the minute I saw her I was a goner. There was just something about her that grabbed hold of my heart and wouldn’t let go. I’ve never been that crazy about a woman since Brooklynn.”
“Ah, that is so sweet,” Lexie says.
“Sweet?” I bite out. “How can that be sweet? Rylee’s left for dead on the side of the road, and that is sweet? You all talk about this like it’s a fairy tale happily ever after.”
“No, you dickhead,” Lexie says, exasperated, and everyone laughs. “It's sweet that Braedyn found her and fell in love with her on the spot.”
“Now, hold up,” Braedyn says as he raises one hand. “I never said I fell in love right there on the spot. Just that I felt a connection to her.”
“Oh, really?” Rylee huffs. “So you’re saying you didn’t love me from the moment you set eyes on me? So now the story is changing, cause that isn’t what I remember from all those months ago when you were professing how much you loved me and when you knew.”
“Now, hold up, babe, that’s not exactly what I said.”
“Go ahead, Brae, let me see you back your way out of this one, brother. I think you’ve just opened a can of worms you shouldn’t have opened, not with the woman who just gave birth to your daughter,” I tell him
“Whose side are you on anyway?” Brae asks.
“Hey, I’m on the side that gets me laid tonight, and at the rate you are going, regardless that you have to wait six weeks, I don’t see a single blowjob coming your way for that whole time.” I can’t contain my laughter any longer.
I never thought I’d see defeat in my brother's eyes, but right now he knows he is in the doghouse. Doesn’t matter if he is right or wrong about the timing. What matters is, his woman, like any other woman, wants to know that it was love at first sight.
“So, Gauge, was it love at first sight for you and Lexie?” Rylee asks.
“No way am I answering this right now. I happen to like my cozy bed with Lex wrapped in my arms, and it won’t matter what I say or how I say it, somehow it will be misconstrued and I’ll be sleeping in the doghouse with my brother, and that ain’t going to happen. Sorry, ladies, that is a topic of discussion for Lex and me to have while we are naked and I’m buried balls deep in her pussy.”
“Gauge,” my mom exclaims. “Must you be so crude?”
“Oops, sorry, Mom, forgot you were within earshot of this conversation.”
I’m enjoying watching my brother try to get himself back into the good graces of his wife. Seems that giving birth to a child somehow screws not only with your hormones but your common sense. It’s a little harsh for Rylee to get so angry with Brae over something as trivial as when the exact moment was that he knew he loved her. Hell, she doesn’t speak to him all night, and no matter how much he grovels, she won’t give in.
Don’t get me wrong, I kind of like seeing him be her whipping boy; she says jump, and he asks how high. She asks for something, and he is like Flash Gordon, there one minute and gone the next, only to return with whatever it was she wanted.
After several hours of watching this, I start to feel bad for the guy. “Braedyn, got a minute to chat with me? I need some fresh air.”
Braedyn rises from where he sits by his wife and follows me outside. Once we are both settled in the rockers on the front porch of my parents’ home, I speak up.
“So, not sure you know, but that Colt guy, Rylee’s ex, he is in the same cell block as I was. Didn’t know it at the time, but if I had, I would have given him a beating to remember. That being said, it’s not like it’s too late for that to happen. When Mom told me Rylee had an abusive ex, I thought about calling in some favors, just never got around to it. Your wife is a doll, not a mean bone in her body, and that shit doesn’t sit well with me knowing someone hurt her.”
“Trust me, if I could have beaten the shit out of him myself, I would have, but the cops had him picked up and booked before I even got a chance to find him myself. You could really make that happen?”
“For you, brother, I could make anything happen. I’ve still got friends on the inside. Friends who are going to be there for a very long time, so adding a few more years to their sentence for inflicting some pain on a woman beater, they wouldn’t think twice about it. The question to you is just how bad you want him to be when all is said and done.”
“What do you mean, how bad do I want him to be?”
“Well, do you want him breathing or not?”
“Fuck, Gauge, I don’t want to be responsible for ending someone's life. I mean, yeah, he was a dick, but I’m not God. I don’t get to decide whether someone lives or dies.”
“Oh, but you do, brother; every day you go to work, someone's life is in your hands. You choose whether they live or die by the attention you provide to them.”
“Yeah, but I’m saving lives, not taking them, and it's still not in my hands. I do what I can, but ultimately God decides whether what I’m doing is enough to save the person or not.”
“OK, I understand. So you’re saying if Colt ended up with a couple of broken bones, you wouldn’t be upset in any way. Maybe a message to forget about Rylee and to never look her up again?”
“Yep, that is something I could live with, Gauge. I don’t want him anywhere near her or our daughter once he gets out.”
“Consider it done. Now, let’s get back inside before you end up moving back in with Mom. Your wife isn’t too happy with you tonight, and you need to make that shit right. Just fess up and tell her it was love at first sight. Don’t you think it’s easier to say the words than to tell her she is wrong? Dude, you need to learn to pick your battles, or your balls are going to be blue for a really long time.”
Making Things Right
THE DRIVE HOME from my parents seems to take forever. The tension rolls off Lex, and I have no answers as to why. Riding on a bike makes it very hard to hold a conversation without having to yell, so I figure we’ll address the issue once we’re home.
Once we’re inside the house, Lex drops her jacket on the chair and turns to look at me. “Gauge, isn’t there something we can do to that Colt guy? We both have connections.”
“Red, I don’t want you anywhere near your connections. You walked away from that past, and that is where it needs to stay. You got me?”
Nodding her head, she replies, “Yes,” but I can tell she doesn’t like the ans
wer at all.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I have connections, and I will do something about this.”
“Thanks, Gauge, I know I’ve only know your sister-in-law for a short time, but I feel like I’ve known her my whole life. She’s got one of those personalities that make you feel welcome, and I’ve never had a sister or even a best girlfriend. It’s kind of nice, you know?”
“I’ll deal with this later in the week. But for right now, Red, tell me more about your childhood, because you seemed to have left some out of our earlier discussions. What kind of kid doesn’t have a best friend?”
“The kind of kid whose dad is on the wrong side of the law and who never knows who is really your friend or who is there for something to benefit them. I couldn’t trust people. Dad always told me not to.”
“That’s kind of fucked up, Lex. Kids should have friends. Hell, even I had best friends. We didn’t always make the best decisions, which usually ended up with me in trouble, but at least I had friends whom I shared those bad decisions with.”
“Well, my childhood was different. I played with cousins and family. Went to school and came home. No extracurricular activities. My God, prom was a disaster. I actually went to prom with my third cousin, because all the boys were afraid to ask. Bobby made sure of that. You know, all I ever wanted growing up was to be normal, have a pet like most kids. When I asked for one, what I got was a fish.”
Pulling her into my arms and holding her against my chest, I ask, “What kind of pet did you want, Red?”
“I wanted a dog or a cat, something that would snuggle with me and love me back. Not a fish. You know those little dogs, those teacup terriers? I wanted one of them so I could dress it up and have tea parties with it and take it everywhere with me.”
I can’t see Lex taking a dog with her everywhere, well, at least not as an adult, but maybe as a child. Making a mental note, I know I have to find us a pet. It won’t be some little rat with fur, but I’ll find us a pet that she can be happy with. Me, if I had to choose, it would be a German Shepherd or a Rottie, but I know that’s not Lex’s style. It has to be a small lap dog with fierce loyalty and strong intelligence. We don’t need a yapper making a mess everywhere and just running around all day playing with any Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes to visit.
After weeks of looking, I finally find the perfect dog. When I walk through the door holding on to a bundle of black and white fur, Lex shrieks with excitement.
“Oh my God, tell me that isn’t what I think it is?”
“Well, if you think it’s a puppy just for you, then yes, you’re right. If you think it's my replacement, than the damn thing is finding a new home before his feet even hit the carpet in ours.”
In my arms, I hold the cutest black and white Siberian Husky. The dog has so much character, even I fell in love with it. One beautiful blue eye and one faintly gray eye. It doesn’t take long for us to name this pup, because the minute I set him on the floor, he is gone. We look all over the place for him and can’t find him. Where the hell did that dog go? It's not like we have a huge home that he could get lost in. We have a bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen, and laundry room.
About the time I’m ready to give up, I hear squeaking and whimpers coming from between the comforter and sheets on our bed. That little shit headed straight to the bedroom, jumped up on the bed, and burrowed himself in for the night.
“Red, I think we need to call him Houdini. What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect and fitting for him.”
That is how Houdini gets his name, and he definitely lives up to it. That dog finds ways in which to hide in our home that never cease to amaze me, but come ten o’ clock at night, he is right up on the bed waiting for Red to snuggle with him. It gets to the point that we have to lock him in the bathroom if we want any alone time, because that fucker is right up there close and personal when I want alone time with my woman.
Houdini’s life almost becomes short-lived the night we come home and find that he has gotten into my silk Shibari ropes and chewed them to shreds. It wouldn’t be so bad if that was the only destruction he caused, but there are play toys strung out all over the bedroom. Lex finds a cock ring and her anal beads chewed to bits, and my floggers are lying halfway under the bed, soaked in slobber. I’m ready to give him his pilot's license and let him fly, but Red stops me.
“He’s only a puppy, babe. He’s going to be curious, and he didn’t know better. These things can be replaced; we just need to be sure that we do a better job of putting our stuff away at night.”
“He’s getting a kennel, and from now on when we leave the house, he goes in there. You feeling me, babe? Not going to give in on this one. That shit is expensive to replace in bulk, and I had those custom made.”
The little guy knows he is in trouble. His little legs are back kicking, trying to push himself away from me as I reach down to grab him. When I hold him in one hand as I scold him, Houdini yips and whines but takes his punishment like a champ when I lock him in the bathroom for the night.
I can tune his little whimpers out; after all, I’m still pissed, but not Lex; she has a heart of gold and is feeling really bad for the little guy being locked in the bathroom. I know the only way I’m going to get any sleep tonight is by pleasuring my woman into exhaustion. Otherwise, I’m going to give in and let the little shit out.
“Don’t stop,” she cries as my fingers slip further inside her. My tongue is licking her clitoris as my fingers fuck her, driving her to her first orgasm.
“I’m not done with you yet, woman.”
I used my belt to loop around her hands to tie them tight to the headboard of our bed. Thanks to Houdini, the rope I’d normally use is no more, and I’m not really in the mood for cuffs, so I improvised. Leaving her spread open on the bed, I climb up her body until my cock is resting on her lips.
“Lick me, Lex, lick the pre-cum from my tip.” Her tongue darts out from between her lips and laves over the tip several times before I can’t take it.
“Open your mouth wide. I’m going to fuck it.”
Her lips open, and I slide my shaft down her throat, enjoying the feeling of her choking slightly as the apa hits the back of her throat. “Relax, Red,” I tell her. Her eyes become hooded as she recalls the first time I said that to her. The back of her throat relaxes and opens for me, allowing my cock to slide further down the back of her esophagus. I can feel her swallow around me, and it’s fucking wonderful. Lex rolls her tongue around the tip each time I pull out and then runs it down my entire shaft as I plunge back in. Her mouth is everywhere, licking, sucking, and biting. She works my cock until I can’t take it anymore and I’m exploding, dumping my creamy load down her throat, while she swallows all of it, every last drop.
My cock barely goes soft, even after one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve had, and she is nowhere ready to pass out yet, so my work isn’t done. Leaving her tied, I reach for the silver and black beaded clamps with dangling hearts. Licking her nipples first so they peak, I place the clamps on each one, adjusting them until the bite of the clamp has her balancing on the edge of pain and pleasure. She moans as I begin to toy with her clit, pinching the little red nub between my two fingers and squeezing. From there, I slide my hand further down her mound until my finger reach the tight rosette of her ass. When I press down with my middle finger, Lex moans again in anticipation. She loves anal play. Her pussy lips are swollen, begging for my mouth to pay them attention. I work her core over and over again, bringing her to the edge of release and teasing her into a mind-numbing state, then backing away. I have her wanting and begging for release by the time I’m done. When I can tell she can’t take it any longer, I release the clamps, allowing the blood to circulate and finally allowing her to come. Her cries of ecstasy fill the house, her pussy throbs and ejaculates all over my hand.
As if that isn’t enough, she is begging for my cock, wanting to feel it inside her. Grabbing the lube from the drawer, I
lather myself up and impale her, the tight warmth of her ass wrapping around my shaft and holding tight as I rock in and out of her, chasing my own release.
We are both fully exhausted and spent by the time I release Lex’s arms from the headboard. Wrapping her in my arms, I hold her as we both fall asleep, exhausted from the multiple orgasms we shared and both of us completely sated.
We wake to the pounding on the front door and the whining of Houdini from the bathroom. Lex dresses to take care of Houdini, while I head to answer the front door. To my surprise, Braedyn is there, still dressed from work, so I can only assume that when he got off, he left the station and headed straight to my home.
“What’s up, dickhead? It’s only seven in the morning. You do know that some of us are still asleep at this hour?” I ask.
“What did you do, Gauge? Rylee got a call last night from her friend Bailey. Apparently, Colt was killed yesterday. Did you have anything to do with that at all? You need to be straight up with me.”
“Nah, man, I had nothing to do with that. I haven’t even had a chance to make any calls yet, so if he’s gone, it's of his own accord. If he was as big of a douche as you said he was, he probably pissed someone off all by himself. I swear I had nothing to do with that.”
“You’re sure, swearing on our mom's life that you had nothing to do with it?”
“Swear, Braedyn. I’ve been so busy with work and our new little puppy that I haven’t had a chance to make any calls.”
“Puppy? You got a fucking puppy?” As if on cue, the sound of four little feet making their way down the hall echoes through the room. Ruff,ruff, Houdini starts barking at the stranger standing in our living room.
“Easy, boy,” Lexie calls. “Morning, Braedyn, why are you here so early?”
“Cute dog, Lexie, just thought I’d stop by on my way home to chat with Gauge.”
“Coffee or breakfast? I’m going to make some for Gauge and me. I can make extra if you’d like to stay.”