by D. D. Prince
“Maybe because hopscotch makes me horny.”
“Watchin’ you hop ‘n jump around, then fight for me makes me horny,” he joked.
I turned around and collided with him. “You make me horny. And I’ll totally fight any biker bunny who tries to touch you.”
He stopped in his tracks and sifted his fingers through my hair. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll fight any of them. Watch me.”
“Yeah, I’ll watch. And no, I’m asking yeah about makin’ you horny. Do I?”
“Always have.”
He smiled and bit into his pouty bottom lip. “Knew it.”
“Yep. That morning? Waffles? I watched you grumpily walk away carrying your shirt and decided you had the sexiest back muscles and shoulders I’d ever, ever seen. You make broody-hot even hotter.”
His smile vanished.
“Creamed my undies. Like,” I lowered my voice. “We need to install a mirror on your ceiling, so I can watch how your back and shoulders move when you… you know… fuck me.”
He bent, and I went up over his shoulder and I giggled as he carried me the rest of the way down the hall. We passed Deke, who gave us a smile, “Night Spency, Pippyshortstockings.”
“Niiiiight!” I waved from upside down. And then we were at our door, he was opening it, and I was tumbling onto the bed.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered, throwing his cut and shirt off.
I watched him undo his belt, his jeans, and kick off his boots and then drop them.
“Whyyy?” I drawled out, cheekily.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Because I need to hear it, Sunshine.”
I smiled.
He put a knee to the bottom of the bed and crawled up, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and pulling it until I arched, lifting my back off the bed.
He pulled it over my head and tossed it and then he made fast work of unclasping my bra, throwing it, and reaching down to pull my black Toms off. My jeans weren’t far behind.
I had on a pair of pale lace yellow panties.
“Matchin’ bra and panties,” he muttered. “I like that.”
“That’s how you know you were gonna get lucky. She wears matching bra and undies, she already decided you were gonna get some.”
His fingers hooked them and pulled them down and he reached to the floor into his bag and pulled up a row of condoms.
He yanked one off and dropped the rest of the strip.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve wanted you to be since I turned down those waffles.”
I looked at the condom and chewed my lip. “I’m covered for birth control.”
He startled and looked at me.
“We could… uh…”
He shook his head. “Talk about that later.”
I tilted my head in confusion. But then his mouth was on my breast and my head rolled back and I fell to the mattress.
He put the condom on, lined up, played with my clit a little, getting me squirming, and then slammed inside.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I giggled and dug my black nails into his back.
He pulled out and looked at me with a dangerous look on his face.
“Oh God, that’s so hot,” I told him.
He had a fist full of my ponytail. “You want my cock inside you?”
“Mm hm.”
“Then tell me.
“I want your cock inside me.”
“You mine?”
“Mm hm. Yep.”
“That was fucking smokin’, Sunshine. You fighting the biker bunny.”
“Do not talk about her while your cock is out, Spencer Valentine.”
He slammed it in, making me whimper.
“Who is my cock inside of, Sunshine?”
“Me.”
“Yeah. Because it’s yours, baby.”
“Good,” I started rolling my hips against it. “Hammer inside me, Spencer. Like you did before. Like you can’t fuck me hard enough. It’s so good…”
“Fuckin’ love your drunk dirty talk, Pippa. Fuckin’ hot.”
“Mm. You got me so wet.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“If we’re in a relationship…”
“We are,” he said firmly.
“I want this every day. Maybe twice some days.”
He laughed while inside me and kissed me until I had to gasp for air.
“I have no problem with that. Maybe even three times some days,” he offered.
“Mm. This is gonna be great.” I hooked my feet behind his butt and grabbed his biceps.
He flipped us over so that I was on top.
I started to ride him, hard.
He yanked the elastic out of my hair and tossed it, then grabbed my hair and used it to pull my mouth to his.
“You like to fuck dirty, Sunshine?”
“Is this fuckin’ dirty?” I asked.
“Little bit,” he replied.
“Then, yes!” I exclaimed loud and enthusiastically.
He laughed, and we rolled again and landed on the floor, him first. I giggled and spun around. “Ninety-six me.”
He laughed and then buried his face between my thighs.
“Lookin’ forward to seein’ how dirty you’ll get with me.”
“Oh yeah,” I said and pulled the condom off and threw it and covered him with my mouth.
He groaned, that amazing humming happening right against my clitoris. I moaned with him in my mouth. He seemed to like that.
I started to come. Hard. His tongue was lapping and alternately he was sucking, and his fingers were inside me and doing some sort of scissoring thing that was making me whimper around his dick. I grabbed his thighs with both hands and he popped out of my mouth and I let out a scream of pleasure and collapsed onto him.
My whole body was vibrating. I was gasping for more oxygen, eyes rolling around like googly eyes, probably.
He flipped me over to my back and then reached for the floor to grab the strip of condoms and rolled a new one on, fast as lightning, then rammed back inside and fucked me hard, very hard, making my hips feel tender. Finally, he came, groaning out, “Pippa. Oh baby.”
He collapsed on top of me.
“That. Was. Wow-ow-how,” I whispered. He climbed off and lifted me from the carpet and put me into the bed.
“Right back,” he said and went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I smiled into the pillow and closed my eyes. He got back in just a moment later and held me.
“You really do smell good,” I whispered into his chest.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “So do you.”
“I’m sleepy,” I said.
“Go to sleep, Sunshine.”
“I’m teaching a yoga class in the morning. Tracy’s gonna knock on the door at nine.”
“Not likely,” he muttered.
“She will. We planned it. Whole bunch of people are comin’. Even Little John.”
Spencer busted up laughing. “It’s four o’clock in the morning, baby. If someone knocks on this door at nine, it’s for a bomb threat, not for fuckin’ yoga.”
“Bet ya.”
“Stakes?” he inquired.
“Mm, naw. Not hungry.”
He laughed. “What’s the bet, Sunshine?”
“Hm. If she shows, you come do yoga with us.”
He laughed. “Yeah. Alright.”
“If they don’t, I’ll let you fuck me when you wake up.”
He laughed some more. “Deal.”
He cuddled me close and kissed my eye lids.
“I like you,” I told him.
“I like you,” he said, his voice husky. “Like ain’t a strong enough word, Sunshine.”
I giggled. “I more than like you, too.”
He squeezed me and planted a kiss on my forehead.
I nuzzled in. “You sme
ll amazing. Thank you for working so hard to keep me safe, to convince me to try this.”
He squeezed again, but didn’t say anything.
“Moment of honesty?” I asked.
“Always be honest with me, babe. Always.”
“I mean transparency. A moment of transparency? Since I’m drunk and have no filter right now?”
“Hit me,” he invited.
“Sorry, I protested so much. I’ve just been scared.”
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
“I’m still scared. I don’t want you to be a rebound. It scares me that I could hurt you because I’m so messed up after all of that with him. I’m gonna try to be open. Keep being patient with me?”
“I will. Told ya. Leave it all to me.”
I closed my eyes, cheek against his chest, and fell asleep with a smile on my face, feeling all squishy, because a) Spencer and b) Tracy would totally be here at nine. She told me she hadn’t had a hangover in ten years and tied one on weekly.
***
I woke with a start, with a gasp, but was immediately out of the dream because Spencer pulled me close. I smelled him. I felt him. His warmth, his protection. I’d been dreaming of Joe. Of Joe drinking and throwing punches at me, throwing beer bottles against walls. Of babies crying while I huddled in a corner, babies that were his and mine and I was dodging the beer bottles he was throwing at me and then I was running to protect the crying babies in my arms.
“Nightmare?” he whispered, peppering kisses on my face.
“Yeah. He was punching me and throwing beer bottles and babies were crying. So dark in here.” I curled closer.
“I got you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
13
He stared at me from bow pose, eyes somewhere between annoyed and heated, leaning toward heated. I winked and blew him a kiss.
It was me, him, Delia, Laura, Ella, Andie, and Tracy. Oh, and Brady, who hadn’t been invited to yoga, but who had been in the gym when we got in, so he joined in. He set up right beside Andie and Andie looked like she was going to die of embarrassment. Little John didn’t come, not surprisingly.
Jenna and Jojo hadn’t come, either, though Tracy had knocked on their doors. Andie had come, saying Jojo wasn’t coming.
I dragged Spencer along and he looked absolutely miserable, but true to his word, he came.
Delia had set up pots of coffee in the gym and there weren’t yoga mats but the grippy textured flooring to one end of the room was just fine.
It felt great to teach again. Not everyone was a beginner, either. Andie had come to my classes semi-regularly, and Brady was good. Way good. He could teach the class.
Spencer wasn’t good. He was pretty unsteady even at the basic poses I was showing. He wasn’t happy either. He was looking tired and a bit grouchy, but kept his misery to himself and went through the motions. And I enjoyed watching his muscles flex. A lot.
When yoga was done, we all made coffees and went off to shower and dress for the day, carrying our coffees back to our respective rooms.
“It felt really good to teach,” I said as we got into our room.
He looked at me, still sleepy and groggy, but gave me a smile. He put his coffee cup down on the dresser and plopped onto the bed.
“My students heard about what’d happened with the domestic assault and made me feel weird, so I stopped teaching. I’ve missed it.”
He made a face of disgust. “Bitches.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m goin’ for a shower. You wanna come?”
He smiled lazily at me and followed me into the bathroom, bringing a condom with him.
I looked at it. “Um, about last night and the condom conversation. Did you want to discuss that now?” I asked.
He made a face. “How ‘bout later?”
My eyes widened. “You’re freakin’ me out.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Is it something bad?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I couldn’t read his face, though.
“You’re not, like, infected with something?”
He made a face of utter disgust. “Fuck no.”
“Then… if it’s just a matter of testing…”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. All right.”
“That’s all it is?” I asked.
He looked me in the eye and looked away. “Basically.”
Did he feel guilty because he’d been around the block a lot? Was he worried he had something transmittable?
“Talk to me?” I implored.
He turned the shower on and left the condom on the counter. He dropped the track pants he had on (he was commando underneath) and climbed in.
“I’d rather fuck you. Talk later.”
I peeled my clothes off and climbed in.
His eyes traveled the length of me and his expression darkened as he licked his lips. “Come here.”
I approached him, and his mouth was instantly on mine, his hands weaving through my hair.
“It’s okay if you’re worried you’ve been around the block. We’ll both get a test. It’s a good idea when you get into a new relationship.”
He nodded, and his head moved in as he went for my mouth.
I broke away just an inch. “And since I’m on the pill, we’ll be good after a test to lose the rubbers.”
He nodded again and put his hands to my boobs.
I was getting a weird vibe off him. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Maybe I was overthinking. He was acting the way I acted when I didn’t want to talk about something. So, I decided to let it go. I knew how awful it was to be pushed when you didn’t wanna be pushed. It didn’t stop me from worrying, though.
He reached out of the shower curtain for the condom.
***
We both fell asleep for an hour after the shower. It was Spencer that woke me up, though.
“It’s noon. Go for breakfast and then head home?” He was dashing hair off my face. He put his mouth to my throat.
“Okay.” I stretched.
“Delia and a few of the other women make a massive spread after these parties. We’ll pig out, head back, go to the clubhouse for a bit, then Ella’s folks’ for cards?”
“Sounds good.” I sat up, pulling the blankets up. “Um, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“Nothin’ much. Ella’s for dinner. You were plannin’ on coming, right?”
“I do Easter dinner with my family.”
“Oh. All right.”
“Would they object if you came to my parents’ house for dinner instead?”
He smiled. “Don’t think so.”
“We’re having the whole fam damily.” I laughed. “My Mom and Dad and Phil, my aunts Chris and Rachel. Uncles Ben and Rick. Mrs. Shubert from next door, a couple cousins. Some of them have kids. We do a huge Easter egg hunt outside in my parents’ backyard, too. Mom is a great cook. It’s a feast.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great! I’ll call my Mom.”
“I’ll send a text to Ella’s ma.”
“You have Ella’s mom in your phone?”
“Yeah, we stayed there a few months until we fixed Deke’s Roadhouse, remember?”
“Right. Do you think their feelings will get hurt if you ditch their dinner to come with me?”
He shook his head. “Nope. They’ll be stoked that you ‘n me are together. How are your parents gonna be?”
“Mom will be over the moon, as you already know…”
He laughed.
“Don’t ever admit that you heard that, though. She would just die.”
His shoulders shook with laughter.
“Dad’ll be happy I’ve moved on. He’s a lot like my brother. You already know Phil loves you.”
Spencer kissed me and went to our bags to get clean clothes out.
***
Jojo was quiet during breakfast. So was Deacon. Rider and Jenna ha
d left early, apparently taking a detour to the family cabin for the day.
“Oh!” Ella got excited. “We need to do a couples’ weekend there soon, now that there are three sets of couples.” She clapped her hands.
Jojo got up from the table, scraping her chair back and stormed off.
Ella winced. “Oops.”
Deacon leaned over and kissed her, “Don’t. She has to get over shit. Life goes on. We can’t walk on eggshells.”
“Don’t be like that,” Ella leaned in and gave him attitude.
He looked the other way, annoyed, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.
Ella rubbed his back and kissed his bicep. He leaned in and kissed her temple.
They were too cute together. A split second of annoyance at one another and then they were showing public displays of affection.
“So, did that prospect get kicked out?” I asked.
Deacon made a face of displeasure. “No. It’s his second strike with his charter. George said the Prez there, Blotto, gives ‘em three before he turfs them.”
“What about the bunny with the broken nose?” Ella asked.
“I didn’t break her nose, did I?” I asked.
Deacon grinned. “Yeah. You did.”
I gasped.
“She got taken to the hospital. Delia told her she’s no longer welcome here on her watch,” Deacon added. “Most of the members don’t piss Delia off so doubt any of them’ll invite her back either.”
Spencer leaned in and kissed me. “Slugger.” His eyes were twinkling.
I felt a little guilty.
I pushed the food around on my plate, lost in my head for the rest of the meal.
“Hey?” Spencer waved his hand in front of my face. “Don’t feel bad. She had it coming. She had a break already, so it probably made it easier to break again.”
“I’m not a violent person,” I whispered.
“She is. I’ve seen her scrap with other bunnies, twice. She would’ve gouged at your eyes if given the chance so don’t think about it.”
I swallowed down a mouthful of orange juice. He pulled me close and I inhaled his scent through his black and white checked flannel. He kissed the top of my head.
Shortly after, we said our goodbyes to the non-Aberdeen people who were still hanging around, and headed back.
Our convoy back home had an extra car (Laura’s) one less couple (Rider and Jenna) and one extra biker (Brady), who had shoved four big hockey bags, half a dozen boxes, a cat carrier with a tiny white kitty in it, and a massive television into the bus. He was moving to Aberdeen.