I kiss her and know all is right with us.
ANGEL
The day finally took its toll on us and after we made love, we fell asleep. The light peeking in from the heavily curtained window wakes me up. Benny snores next to my ear as he holds me in his arms.
It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.
Then the fog clears and I remember what’s waiting for us in the bathroom. I nudge him in the ribs and he grunts as he wakes up.
His warm lips touch my shoulder. His voice is scratchy as he says, “Good morning, Mrs. Worthington.”
“Good morning. Do you think you’re ready to go see what that test in the bathroom has for us?”
He moans a little as he squeezes me. “I completely forgot about that. All I could think about was you. And how happy I am you’re mine now.”
I turn in his arms and look at him then run my hand through his dark blonde hair. “I’m happy too. More than I knew was possible. Funny how a little piece of paper makes things feel so permanent.”
He pulls my left hand from underneath the blanket and kisses the wedding set on it. “And the rings help too.”
I nod and bring his left hand to my lips and kiss the one on his finger too. “Yes, they do.”
“Okay,” he says as he looks into my eyes and runs his hand over my cheek. “We’re happy no matter what the outcome of that test is. Okay?”
I nod. “What else can we be?”
“Well, you could get all weepy again. That’s no good,” he says with a frown.
I smack him in the arm. “Hey, I might not be able to help that!”
He rubs his arm, “Ow!”
I raise my eyebrow at him and give him that look that says not to mess with me. “Well!”
“Okay. If you have to cry for reasons I’ll never understand then do it and I’ll try not to laugh at you. It won’t be easy, but I’ll try.” He gets out of bed and puts on the fluffy white robe that’s lying over the chair near him and I get out of bed and pick up the one he pulled off me last night from the floor and put it on.
“Come on, Big Papa,” I say as I hold out my hand for him.
He laughs and smacks my ass. “You come on, Big Momma.”
I shake my head. “Baby, there’s not a woman on the planet that likes to be called big anything.”
He laughs again. “Got ya. Come on, Lil’ Momma.”
So into the bathroom we go to see what we’re doing here. Partying like rock stars or like pregnant people.
My heart’s pounding so hard that’s basically all I can hear as my pulse fills my ears. And I close my eyes as Benny opens the bathroom door. He flips on the light switch and we lean over the counter top and I open my eyes.
“What’s that mean?” I ask as I didn’t read the directions, and he did.
“What does a plus sign usually mean, Baby?” he asks me with a smile.
“Positive,” I answer. “But, is that like a positive sign I’m not pregnant? You know, like this test is positive you are not pregnant.”
He shakes his head. “Come on, Baby. You know what a positive result is. Don’t act dumb.”
His arms surround me and he leans his forehead against mine. I run my arms around him and we just hold each other like that for a long time. Like longer than I ever recall holding anyone like this in my life.
Finally, I can speak without the threat of crying, “Benny, we sure hurry up and do things, don’t we?”
“We sure do, Baby,” he says then kisses my lips with a light kiss. “We sure do.”
Chapter 5
BLAZE
The squeaking of the rocking chair as it moves back and forth over the hardwood floor in the great room makes a comforting sound that’s not only putting our six-month-old son to sleep but also his very tired daddy.
The fireplace is in full blaze and the warmth it’s putting out is making things way too comfortable not to take a well-deserved afternoon nap. It’s quiet since Angel’s in her shop creating a masterpiece of artwork on the gas tank of the bike she’s putting the finishing touches on.
It’s her very first design, and she’s doing all the graphics by hand. We’re taking it to Milwaukie to the Harley Davidson plant next month to see what they think about her design.
It’s too lightweight for me but men like me are not who it was designed for, anyway. Angel designed it for people who weigh less than a hundred and fifty pounds. And are not terribly tall in stature either.
And she’s making it pretty. This first one is designed for a woman. She’s going to make another one of the same body style and frame but use graphics and colors for a man.
To say I’m proud of her just isn’t enough. She’s managed to make a baby inside her while finishing her degree and starting her first motorcycle design. Then she built it with her own two hands. She had a little help from me and a couple of men I hired to help with the heavy lifting, of course.
Then she had our son after twenty-seven hours of labor. To be honest, I’m not sure how she did that at all. She’s like a miracle woman!
After only four weeks of recovery time, she got back to work on her motorcycle while I took over most of the care of little Woodrow Wilson Worthington, we call him Woody. Grandfather came up with the name and Angel thought it would be a great tradition to keep up.
I wasn’t so keen on it, but we’ve learned how to make compromises. I get to name any daughters we might have. Although, Angel said it’s going to have to be a few years before we try for another kid so she can get the horrible labor she had with Woody far out of her mind.
Cuddles comes into the room, jumping and acting like a young puppy which means someone is here. The front door opens and I hear people walking inside. Then Angel’s voice floats out of the entry room and into the great room, “He’s going to be so surprised.”
Picking my head up off the back of the chair where I was resting it in hopes of a nap, I see Angel coming into the room with Gage walking next to her and carrying a little box that seems to be making a cheeping noise.
A wide smile covers his face as he looks right at the sleeping baby I’m holding. “Uncle Gage brought little Woody a friend.” He puts the box down where I can see inside of it and I see the thing making the incessant cheeping sounds.
Woody stirs and is fully awake within seconds as he hears the sounds too and has to see what it is. Gage picks the little yellow chick up and holds it out to Woody.
He nearly climbs off me to get away from the thing as he looks terrified. “It’s a baby chick, Woody,” I say quietly to him.
He looks at me as if my words alone make it safe. I’m like a God to this little guy!
I pet the little thing on top of its fluffy tiny head and my son follows me. Then he giggles and my heart fills with that crazy stuff that makes it feel wiggly and full of happiness.
One little giggle out of him does it to me every time. I hope it always does.
Gage is beaming. “I knew he’d love it. What are you going to call him, Woody?”
Angel rolls her eyes. “Gage, he can’t talk yet. He’s smart but not that smart yet. So let’s call it, Yellow Chick.”
Gage rolls his eyes right back at her. “No way. That’s a lame name. How about, Pecker?”
I let out a laugh, “Ha! No. I’m not going to have my son going around calling out, here, Pecker. Has anyone seen my Pecker?”
“Oh, yeah. Didn’t think that one out,” Gage admits.
His physical therapy is coming along great and he’s a hundred percent back to his former self like he was before his wreck. But the mental therapy is taking a bit longer.
Although Angel did have to admit he wasn’t up there in the high points where intelligence was concerned before his wreck. She said it was his muscles and handsome face that got to her, not his brain.
So he may be back to normal for him, anyway.
The baby watches the little chick peeping like crazy and he starts popping his mouth, making a little popping sound. Angel and I lo
ok at each other and we both say, “Pop Pop!”
Gage nods. “I like it. Pop Pop , it is.” He holds his hand up as he’s managed to teach our baby how to high five.
Woody holds up his hand and they both laugh as they do a little baby version of it. Woody laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world and it makes Angel and I laugh too.
This kid has been more fun than I ever knew a kid could be. Oh, he’s also been a horror show. Especially the diapers in the beginning. My God, those were horrible!
Angel really put it to me with those awful things. Seems the smell was so awful it was always about to make her puke. So she’d shout out that she needed help and would quickly abandon me with the terrible task of finishing the diaper change.
She really is a little bit of Heaven and a little bit of Hell, in more ways than one!
But I wouldn’t have her any other way.
Gage holds his hands out for Woody to come to him and as always he does. He loves his Uncle Gage. And their friendship which started right off the bat has been a huge help to Angel and me.
We have a reliable babysitter anytime we ask for one and I think it might be the right time to ask so I can take my wife out on a little motorcycle ride.
As I rock back and forth in the rocking chair, I reach up and pull Angel down to sit in my vacated lap. She giggles and runs her arms around my neck. I kiss her lips as Gage takes the baby and sits with him on the floor to play with Cuddles and the new baby chick.
“What do you say to a bike ride with your old man, Baby?”
She leans her head on my chest and sighs. “You gonna let me drive this time?”
“No,” I say with a chuckle. “You’re going to ride bitch like you always do. And you’re going to like it.” I kiss her lips again and she kisses me back a bit harder.
She pulls back and says, “Damn it, I love your ass.”
I run my hand along her side and over her hip. “I love your sweet ass too, Lil’ Momma.”
She gazes up at me with those deep blue eyes and flutters her thick dark lashes at me. “Can we stop at the Tasty Freeze for an ice cream cone?”
I nod and she smiles. And I have to wonder if just her smile alone will always make me feel this way.
ANGEL
The wind is cold on the sunny yet cold, late November afternoon. I ride behind my husband and use his body to shield my face from the freezing air. But he wanted to take a ride with me and I rarely tell him no to that.
Plus, he said he’d get me an ice cream cone and I rarely say no to that too!
But I find myself thinking back to the summer and I do recall bitching about how hot it was then. Seems I like spring and fall and that’s about all.
It’s hard to believe we celebrated our first wedding anniversary last month. The year flew by. Even being pregnant didn’t make it feel like forever although the pregnancy did feel that way.
Odd how time works.
Benny takes a turn to the left instead of the right and heads away from town. And in no time I see he’s taking us out to a little-known spot, we found when we went riding when we first got together.
The trees get thick and the road narrows as we pull into a small park. No one’s here, like usual. He goes through the entrance and heads to the back of the park where the secluded area is and my heart starts to race because I know what Benny likes to do in this little secluded area we found back then.
He stops the bike and holds his hand out for me to take and get off first. Then he gets off and pulls something out of the compartment at the back of the bike.
“A blanket, huh?” I ask. “Nap time, or what?”
He shakes his head and takes the blanket and my hand and leads me through the thick woods until he finds the spot we found that’s perfect. A tall pine tree shoots up in the middle of the mix of Aspens and looks surreal against the tiny bits of blue sky that can be seen out of the thick canopy of the evergreen.
He spreads the blanket and sits on it, pulling me down with him. He has me on my back in no time and his body is next to mine as he looks at me. I run my hand along his muscular arm as he holds himself up on it.
“I love the way you look in this light,” he says in a husky whisper.
“You do, huh?” I pull him to me and kiss him.
He twirls his tongue around mine for a few moments then pulls back and looks at me again. He runs his hands through my hair and just gazes at me. “You know you’re extremely special, don’t you?”
“I think you are,” I say and move my hands up over his wide shoulders.
My eyes close as he moves in and takes my lips with his. The instant they touch a fire rips through me and my arms move over his broad shoulders then through his hair.
He pulls me tighter to him and my breasts press against his hard chest. His heart is pounding so hard in his chest I can feel it on my own.
Mine speeds up and matches the pace of his. Heat seems to be whipping through my veins.
When his lips leave mine, I keep my eyes closed, savoring the way his mouth mingled with mine. Loving the taste that lingers on my tongue. Uniquely Benny and me.
I want this man like I have never wanted anything in my entire life. My body is so drawn to his, even now we hold onto one another as if the other is a life preserver in an ocean full of dangerous waves.
My mind spins and my body heats as his lips touch mine again and his tongue touches my bottom lip. I part my lips and his tongue pushes through them and slides along mine.
A pulsing sensation begins in my crotch as he moves his body so I can straddle him. He presses his growing erection to my core. I feel myself growing wetter by the second.
His makes a deep moan, igniting a desire in me I didn’t know could be so raw and powerful. His body grinds into mine and I grind right back. The rubbing back and forth on my leather pants has me shaking with need.
Now he really starts grinding against me and I can feel his hard cock pulsing and growing with every move he makes. His kiss grows hungry and frantic as if he needs me to live or something.
I wrap my legs around him and rake my nails over his back then run my hands over every leather covered muscle and try to memorize this whole thing for a future reference for my daydreams.
I need him now. I need all of him. This making out isn’t going to cut it this afternoon under this tree. And by the way he’s breathing hard and heavy and pulling at my body, I can see he needs me too.
His mouth leaves mine, and he reaches under my shirt and around me to unclasp my bra. “I just want to feel you breasts freed from this thing. They’re so soft and supple and amazing.”
Benny pushes my T-shirt up and takes a tit in his hot mouth as his hand rubs the other and I moan with how it feels. His touch is sending little volts of electricity through me and my insides begin to pulse.
The way he’s sucking my tit makes my stomach clench with each hard pull he makes on it. I groan in ecstasy as I look at the sky through the tree tops, “Benny.” It’s all so intense and unreal.
My body begins to shake as he continues to grind into my core and the way he’s moving has my clothes moving over my clit and I shriek as I orgasm.
His mouth leaves my breasts, and he trails kisses up my neck. “I love you.”
I feel terrible that my body was able to finish in a sweet climax and his is left wanting more. Needing more.
“Turn over. I want to finish you, Benny.”
He looks at me with lust-filled eyes and he makes a low growl as I push him back and move my body over his. I kiss his chest and down his stomach then unbutton and unzip his leather jeans and release the beast inside.
Although I’d like to take a minute or two to admire the long length as it stands at attention for me and the girth of it as it pulses with impatience to feel my mouth, I know it’s cold out and waiting could be uncomfortable for him. So I press my lips to the bulbous tip and he lies back with a loud groan, “That feels amazing!”
And I haven’t really
done anything yet!
As I slide my mouth over him, I run my hands around his cock. Up and down I move them right behind where my mouth leaves.
He tastes like Heaven and the way his soft skin feels as I move my mouth over his hard as a rock cock is a mixture of sensations I like very much.
I find only half of him is fitting into my mouth so I push myself a bit more and take him down my throat. I gag a little then it slips on down and the sounds he makes lets me know he’s kind of enjoying it.
Moving up and down his cock, I run my tongue along the underside and move one hand to touch his balls.
They feel wonderful in my hand as I gently squeeze them and play with the little hard ball-like things inside. They instantly swell in my hand as a bit of juice comes out of the tip of his cock.
I love the way it tastes and moan. Benny moans too and his hands tangle up in my hair. “Your cock sucking skills are amazing.”
A little more juice comes out and I speed up the process and before I know it he’s shouting curse words and his hot juices are shooting down my throat.
His groan of appreciation makes the leaves shake on the trees it’s so loud and deep. I pull my mouth away from his cock and give him a smile. “Now for that ice cream, I was promised.”
He laughs. “I’d have thought what I just gave you filled you up. You sure you have room for ice cream, Baby?”
I get up as I nod and hold my hand out to help him up. “Benny, Benny, Benny, there’s always room for ice cream. Now come on and take your wife to get some of that creamy goodness.”
He gets up and pulls me to him and kisses me with a soft kiss. His tongue thrusts through my lips and he makes a low moan as our tongues run over the others. Then he eases the kiss and says, “I love the way my creamy goodness tastes in your sweet mouth, Princess.”
I have to giggle and feel a blush heating my cheeks. “Me too.”
I wonder if it will ever stop being this good. I hope not!
Chapter 6
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