I wait until I hear the water running to open the panel in the hall closet that hides the hot water heater. My palms are sweating as I open the little black box. Libby’s black diamond stares back at me. I hope she likes it. I open the folded scrap piece of paper that I wrote my vows to her on. I was sitting outside of the Liquor Barn; I had stopped off for a bottle of Crown Royal. Liberty had sent a text asking me what I wanted for dinner.
Her text read as follows.
Dirty girl: You want rump roast or a pussy taco to eat tonight?
I knew then I was going to marry her, well that I wanted to one day. I went right then to the pawnshop and bought her ring. I slip the ring into my pocket and close up the panel.
I hear Liberty getting out of the shower so I flop down on the couch with a beer.
Liberty
I shouldn’t be nervous about tonight. Tread has made it clear that he wants me and Kyler to stay. We haven’t really had a chance to get reacquainted though. We’ve traded a few kisses but nothing more. I keep having to remind myself that I just came back. When I’m with Tread it’s as if I never left.
I’m going to follow Amy’s advice and go for what I want—my man. I know she cares for him. I know they have fucked but I can’t be mad about it. I wasn’t here and I am married to another man. Besides, I can tell Amy is truly, madly, deeply in love with Truth. Her whole face lights up when she speaks about him. She gets a sweet look on her face when she talks of Tread, she loves him but not in the same way. They are close and I am secure enough in myself and what Tread and I will have to be okay with their relationship.
I skip washing my hair, dressing in the bra and panties she helped me pick out today. I have on a nude shaded bra that appears as if I’m not wearing anything at all with a matching thong. I struggle with my tight, skinny jeans. They don’t want to go over my fat ass. I hop around as I pull them over my humps knocking myself into the wall and the door.
Tread calls out and asks, “Ye okay in there?”
“Fine!” I snap. It’s his fault I am in here trying to get all sexy and cutting off my circulation. But I’m hoping I won’t be in my pants long.
After that battle I slip on the leather jacket that Baby—Karly gave me. A few fluffs of my hair and a little makeup and I am ready. I’ve never been much on makeup, at least not when I was with Tread, he said it tasted nasty and he liked me without it. And I can honestly say that man spent more time staring at my ass than he did looking at my face. I step into my black heels and strut into the living room.
Tread is tilting his longneck up to his lips and stops mid-drink when he sees me. Primal intensity glazes over his eyes. “How do I look?” I do a half-turn giving him an eyeful of my ass that he has always loved so much.
His words are deliberate. “You look like ye need to be sitting on my face while I lick you from asshole to elbow and then some.”
“That a promise?” I quip.
“Fuck no, it’s a motherfuckin’ invitation.”
“Wanna try out that new bed now?” I tease.
He shifts his dick around in his pants after he rises from the couch. I love that I make him instantly hard. I feel like myself again being here with him. This is where I belong. Marc ‘Tread’ Adams is my home. I step into his awaiting arms and relish being in his hold.
It doesn’t take long for his grabby hands to navigate to my rear. His big hands squeeze halfway into my back pockets. “I’ve got one thing to ask ye. I should’ve asked six years ago Liberty.”
My heart hammers in my chest as he lets go and drops to his knees. “I’ve never been a begging man but I love you and I want you to stay.”
Tears stream from my eyes as I look down at this man—my man, as he says the words I have waited six years to hear. He opens the palm of his hand and shows me a ring. “Marry me Libby?”
“Marc, I don’t know what to say.” Words are failing me.
“Just say yes. I bought this for you six years ago. I even have the receipt to prove it.” He slips the black diamond ring on my finger as I nod yes through my tears.
Amy
Grady and me just arrived at the Roadhouse in time to toast to Tread and Liberty’s engagement. I’m so happy to see Tread with a real spark of joy in his eyes. I think Truth is too. He’s been kind of quiet this evening, his eyes were glued to his computer for hours. I hope he hasn’t changed his mind about us. I don’t think I can take it if he goes back on his word.
I get a drink from Lulu and pull up a stool at the bar. Truth is talking to Tread now. Liberty takes a seat next to me, flashing me her ring, a blinged out black diamond. “I told you this would look awesome on you, but that ring completes the look.” I grin and toss back at shot in celebration.
Tread’s friend, Christa takes up the stool on the other side of me and offers her congratulations to Liberty as well. I’m still not sure about her, but I know she went through hell the other night from the bits of chatter I have picked up on. Her and Kurt can’t seem to keep their eyes peeled off one another.
Grim steps up onto a chair and clinks a fork against his jar of shine. Rebel is standing next to him holding a cut—Kurt’s cut. Truth comes over and stand between Liberty and me. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles and relief floods me. Tread follows him over and gives Christa a brief hug, asking about her grandma quietly before Grim starts his speech.
Liberty doesn’t even bat a lash she is so sure of her place in Tread’s life. I wish I had her confidence.
Grim calls Kurt to the center of the room and smacks him on the back roughly and squeezes the back of his neck. “Ride free or die tryin brother. You’d normally get your beat down, but seeing ye are about to do time. I’m going to take it easy on ye. Girls,” Grim calls slipping the black leather vest with Grim’s reaper on the back over Kurt’s shoulders.
Heather, Nona, and Lulu saunter over to Kurt, pulling him towards the stairs as all the brothers hoot and whistle. My eyes dart to Christa who has grown a shade of sickly green.
Chapter 27
Christa
I watch with a sickening feeling vibrating through my core as Kurt is lead to the stairs by three whores. I thought maybe we were building something, that there was a mutual attraction felt. It wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong about a man. I shake my head and suck back my tears as they burn in my throat.
I can’t watch as Kurt goes upstairs to fuck them.
I shouldn’t even be upset.
I don’t belong here.
I should be home with my Gram.
I’m not meant to be a part of this world.
My brother on the other hand belongs. He fits right in, they are his family now. He’s over at his I guess she would be considered his step-mom’s house.
I go to drown my sorrows with a bottle of Jim Beam that is sitting on the bar when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I glance to my left expecting to see Tread but it’s Kurt. He brings his mouth down on mine with an all-consuming kiss. The rest of the room disappears as he owns my lips, claiming parts of me I never knew existed deep within the chambers of my heart and soul. I open my mouth to speak but Kurt holds his finger to my lips. “I’m done with talking tonight.”
He jerks me from my stool and pulls me into him, my rib aches and so does my chest, but I am not about to let my pain interrupt this moment. We walk past the three whores who thought they were gonna show him a good time, they each have a dirty look for me. I don’t know what comes over me but I blow a kiss at them before we’re out of their line of sight.
We get to his door and I am all in, but I need my pain medication first or I won’t be able to fully enjoy tonight. “I just need a moment,” I tell him. I slip into my room and catch my breath as I lean against the back of the door. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. Kissing Kurt was everything I thought it would be and more. I hurry to take my blue pill and rush back across the hall.
Thud! Kurt is on his bed wearing an erection and a smile. My eyes gloss over with lust as I take him in. His hands res
t behind his head against the iron headboard. The bed is barely a full-size but it will have to do. It isn’t like I plan on doing much sleeping in it with him. I feel a bit awkward though. It’s been awhile since I’ve done this whole sex thing and it sure as shit wasn’t with a tattooed Adonis.
“Come here.” Kurt holds his arms open to me and I shuffle anxiously to the bed and sit on the edge with my back to him. The bed squeaks as he sits up behind me, placing a kiss on my neck in the tender spot under my ear.
“We don’t have to do anything. I just want to spend tonight with you.”
I nod. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just been awhile since...” I wave my hand blowing it off.
“How long?” He grins, pleased with this omission.
“Long enough. I feel like such a girl.”
“Nah, sweetheart trust me you are all woman.” His mouth lingers over my ear and he bites the lower lobe between his teeth and sucks. I’m pretty sure my panties have melted away.
Truth
I’m watching Tread as he holds Liberty’s hand while she gets her property tat under her left titty. It’s fuckin sexy as fuck. His name curves to the shape of her boob. Amy giggles and says, “she has really nice tits.” I nod and light up some puff puff pass.
Amy got her tattoo above her right hip bone. She wanted my real name instead of my road name and I gotta say it’s a real turn on. Seeing my name, Grady inked on her skin makes my cock feel like a damn boulder in my leathers. Tread comes over to share my joint and my jar of shine. It’s getting late and the party upstairs is winding down.
Amy’s grinding against my leg to the sweet sound of Lynard Skynard.
Inkman wipes the excess ink from Liberty’s boob and she pops up from the table wanting a toke too.
After Inkman smears ointment on her we head upstairs.
“Send Kurt down,” Inkman calls up after us.
“You won’t see that motherfucker tonight, he’s getting laid,” Tread shouts back at him.
Amy and Christa are at the jukebox picking a song to dance to while Tread and me shoot a game of pool.
This is how shit was meant to be.
I got my girl and my best friend has his too.
Life is good.
Liberty comes over taking Tread’s cue away. “Amy tells me she has a pole! Let’s go!”
Tread shrugs and finishes my jar of moonshine. I put my stick on the table and follow them to my place.
We are sloppy drunk going up the stairs to my apartment.
Inside, Amy and Liberty are grinding on the pole together. Blonde and black hair swirls as their legs get tangled around the post. Tread is sitting next to me on the couch. It’s like any other night we’ve fucked around except now we have fresh ink and claims on our women.
Liberty struts across the floor nearly tripping over her heels until she kicks them off as they fly at our heads. She shrugs her leather jacket off, left in only her bra and her thong. She goes straight to her knees in front of Tread going for his zipper. He lays his head back as she springs his cock free. My cock twitches as my eyes go to Liberty’s mouth on his dick. Amy comes over to relieve me from my torture and straddles my lap.
She’s grinding on me and Tread looks over at us. Before I know what’s happening he’s kissing Amy and his hand is gripping my thigh. I’m about to bust out of my pants. Amy grabs my face pulling me into their kiss. I don’t know whose tongue I’m kissing but it’s erotic as fuck.
The taste of corn liquor and pot is on my lips, as Amy slides down to the floor and starts unlacing my leather pants. Her mouth takes hold of my cock and Tread has his tongue down my throat as he helps Amy stroke my length. Goddamn!
Tread
My cock is balls deep in Liberty’s mouth. One hand grips her hair and my other is stroking Truth’s dick while Amy goes down on him. My body is on sensation overdrive as Truth sucks on my tongue. The metal of his tongue ring slides against my lip. I’m over pretending to be something I’m not.
This is me.
I fucking like sex.
Pussy, dick, man, woman.
I love who I love.
I wanna fuck who I wanna fuck.
Amy is pulling her clothes off and Truth is shedding his pants. This couch is too damn small for all of us. We should’ve gone to my place with my new California King.
Liberty stands and pulls me from the couch. “We need to take this to a bed.”
Amy takes my dirty girl by her other hand, and we all make our way down the short hall to Truth and Amy’s bedroom.
The girls are on the bed going at it leaving Truth and me to watch. Liberty is licking Amy’s tasty cunt. Truth goes to his knees on the bed next to Amy’s mouth. She motions to me to join them with her free hand and I oblige. I drop my jeans and put on a condom. A bottle of lube sits on the nightstand. I squirt it on my fingers and rub it on Truth’s awaiting ass. I go knuckle deep with my finger hoping he’ll be able to take my cock.
He leans back to kiss me. I slide my finger out and the head of my dick in as I brace his shoulder. I smack his tight buns and tell him to relax. He tightens around me and grunts. Wrapping my arm around his waist I pull him closer as I drive deeper in.
His head is laying back on my shoulder and I watch Amy suck his dick while I fuck him, hard. Liberty comes up from her position between Peach’s thighs and kisses me and Truth, coating our tongues with Amy’s essence.
Amy moves and Libby goes down on all fours in front of Truth. He shoves his cock in my dirty girl as Peaches slides under her top half and sucks on her titties. We are fucking like a well-oiled machine as I pump in and out of him, as he pumps in and out of her juicy cunt.
Liberty looks back over her shoulder with wide eyes as she realizes I’m balls deep in Truth’s tight ass. Seeing her eyes on me I cum, hard and pull out. Sweat is dripping from my forehead. I’m overheated and need a moment. I head to the bathroom to shed my condom, cleanup, and catch my breath. That was intense. I splash some cold water on my face when a soft knock taps against the door.
“Marc,” Libby calls to me.
I open the door and she steps in with her arms wrapped around her heaving chest. I’m afraid that I might’ve just ruined what we’re getting back.
“Hey,” I say pulling her against me.
“Hey,” she whispers and kisses my cheek. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve gotta tell you I wasn’t expecting it, but I liked it.”
“You did?”
“I did,” she admits. “I like Truth and Amy too.” She smiles and I kiss her knowing that we’re gonna be okay.
Her eyes are intense as we stare at one another. I love that she accepts me as is, no questions, no judgments.
“Now that the fucking is out of the way. I need you to take me home and make love to me.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I take Libby in my arms naked and all, and carry her home, to my—our bed. I spend the rest of the night showing her how much I adore her.
Chapter 28
Sunshine
My son—I don’t know if I still have the right to call him mine. I’ve never been his mother. Not in the ways that count. I gave him away. I gave away the only part of me that ever mattered and for what? He’s suffering so much. They have to keep him in a coma due to his extensive burns. He has chemical burns.
When Romeo told me that Paul cut out Patrick’s tongue for not stopping me when I left, I nearly lost it.
How do I live with myself knowing that I brought this on him?
I can’t even look him in his eyes to apologize. If he ever opens them again…he is still in critical condition.
If he lives will he forgive me?
I can’t forgive me.
I can’t even cry for him.
I don’t deserve to.
The only thing holding me together is the fact Paul, my no good husband isn’t dead yet. Romeo let me know last night that the bastard is being kept alive so I can confront him. He’s a gift from
Grim, apparently. I don’t know that I can face Paul. He made a fool of me and now look what he’s done to my precious boy.
I wanted to give Patrick a good life.
I wanted him to be loved.
I wanted him to have what I didn’t.
He’s suffered more than any person should. The road he will face will be so fucking hard. But I’ll do anything to make things right. I’ll be by his side, if he’ll allow me to be.
I leave my number with his nurse in case there are any changes, but I plan to come back, every day.
Grim
I’m at Slim’s old fishing cabin by Chelle and Rebel’s house waiting for Romeo and Sunshine. It’s time to end this cocksucker. I didn’t handle shit with Sunshine the way a real man should. I let her down as her husband. I haven’t laid eyes on her since I was in prison. I feel like a schoolboy ready to get his fingers wet in virgin pussy for the first time. Not because I want her. I’ve not allowed my mind to go there—to think about her like that. I lost that right.
I have a good woman, Foxie. She’s the one person who has never given up on me and loved me even when I didn’t deserve it. I’ll never disrespect her by cheapening what we share. I never thought I’d live this long and now that I have…I want to grow even older and more gray with her. I want to be those two crazy old coots sitting on the porch swing, sipping moonshine.
Romeo comes flying down the gravel driveway on his chopper with Sunshine riding bitch. Guess Rebel gave him his bike back. I wanted to destroy it but Foxie told me I’d regret it if I did. That woman is usually right, so I try to listen half the time.
Sunshine’s blonde hair blows behind them as the sun catches on the chrome. I have to squint to see them. An odd feeling washes over me. Something about seeing Romeo and Sunshine together just looks…right. They motherfuckin’ fit. It should make me angry but it makes me chuckle. Life is a funny fuckin’ bastard.
They slow to a roll next to the porch. Rebel, Chelle, and their brat pack are at church. They attend services every Sunday. How Lil Bit talked Rebel into going I’ll never know. But I like it, looks good for the club and helps with our local business. And it gets them the hell away from here while we get rid of Paul, Sunshine’s sorry excuse of a husband.
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