The Arrangement: (Sacred Sinners - Mother Chapter Prequel) (Sacred Sinners MC- Mother Chapter Book 2)
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Whatever. Crazy man. “You only say that after you come inside me.”
He shrugs before rinsing the soap from my locks. “Well, yeah, I love that shit. But it’s not why I’m sayin’ it. I’m thinkin’ when I get back from this run we need to handle this old lady business.”
Huh?
Playing like I don’t know what he’s talking about, ‘cause I don’t, I keep it light. “What old lady business? You got another bitch I don’t know about?” I know he doesn’t. Blimp is forthcoming about all his exploits. If he screws a whore on Sunday, you can bet by Monday morning I’ve heard the entire play-by-play down to if she spits or swallows. Have I forgotten to mention that when he bangs other bitches he forces them to drink his spunk? Yep. That’s a thing. Fucking and dick sucking until he spills down their throat. The gentleman in him allows them to spit after he’s unloaded, but he refuses to pull out. Blimp loves painting a woman’s insides with cum—takes pride in it. I find it hot when I watch him do it with other women. Most of them can’t get enough.
Blimp kisses my shoulder a second time. “No. I’m thinkin’ we’re good together. Maybe we should… ya know.”
“No, sexy, I don’t know,” I lie, worried I’m reading into crap I shouldn’t be. “My brain is fucked out of my head. There’s nothin’ left. That’s what happens when you force me to come like that.” Which is true. Mostly.
He nips the cap of my shoulder playfully. “I like when ya squirt.”
Like it? If I’d let him do it every time, he would. He loves it. Probably too much.
“I know ya do, but it makes a huge mess. And I can’t stand for like five hours afterward.” Also, true.
“Worth it, though. You know I’ll handle the sheets and all that shit before we get some sleep.”
“I do know that.” He’s the kindest man after a wild sex session. Always has been. Even when we were in our prime, he was considerate. The older he’s gotten, the more it shows. I love that about him. It’s a huge reason why I’ve been with him all these years.
Using the wall to brace himself, Blimp lowers us to the shower floor. My legs stay wrapped around him as his stretch out. That naughty cock twitches as it cuddles up to its favorite partner. “Sweetheart, look at me for a minute.”
I do, but keep my arms draped around his neck. My droopy, sleep deprived eyes meet his equally tired ones as water drips from his beard down his front. “Yes?”
Blimp brushes the apple of my cheek with his thumb. “Let’s not lie to ourselves.”
“O-kay?” My stomach somersaults in trepidation.
Blimp’s face softens to the cuddly bear version of the man I adore. “I love you. You love me. We’ve loved each other a long damn time even if we don’t say it… Been through a lot together. Seen a lot together. Done a lot together. Yeah?”
Holy. Shit.
Tongue tied, I nod like an idiot.
“Don’t ya think it’s about time you’re my old lady and my slut? Things won’t change. I’m still gonna bang who I want. You’re still gonna do what you want. But we’re gettin’ a little too old to dance around this any longer. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Where is this coming from?
“I… I don’t know.” And I don’t. I can honestly say I’ve never considered this an option before. We do us. It works. End of story.
Blimp’s lip twitches as if he’s trying hard not to laugh at the befuddled expression written across my face. “Have I been readin’ shit wrong for years?”
Um… I guess not. “No.”
“Then there’s love here, true?” he tests.
Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep after that last orgasm? ‘Cause we’ve never talked like this before. Not about feelings and stuff.
“Yes…I love you.” I’m apprehensive. He’s the only man I’ve ever loved. Apart from Jade, Blimp is my best friend, my lover, and the person I trust most in this world.
He drops a quick kiss to my upper lip before carrying on. I’m too shocked to do more than stare as water cascades down my spine. “And I love the hell outta you. So, I wanna put a property patch on that back.”
A property patch like Bink? Like Pixie? And Debbie and… all the Sacred Sisters? Fuck.
“Umm… Do I gotta wear a cut?” Like them.
Blimp massages those mitts up and down my biceps before gliding them up my shoulders to my throat, where he curves his fingers around it in a dominant display of ownership. “Yes. You gotta wear one.” His thumbs stroke the underside of my jaw.
I swallow against the pressure. “Then nobody will ever touch me again.”
His brows furrow. “Why?”
“’Cause men won’t touch another man’s old lady.” That’s the way of the biker world.
“They will if I say they can. Your pussy has been mine for years. Sharin’ it has never been an issue before. It won’t be an issue if we do this,” Blimp assures, and I believe him.
If things won’t change… then maybe.
“Can I think about it?”
“No.” Blimp’s forehead wrinkles in confusion, like he wasn’t expecting me to want time to consider things. Those all-seeing eyes trace my face, trying to read me before he drops the next bomb. “I already told Gunz to order a cut in your size.”
This man… this insane, beautiful man. Ugh.
“You’re joking.” I heave a sigh.
He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I’m not. I’m plannin’ on growin’ old with you one way or another. Might as well make the shit official.”
What was he thinking? Grow old with me? Since when? I mean… I kind of always knew we would. But not formally.
Not sure what to do with these revelations, I yank on his beard as I pretend my insides aren’t going haywire with the news. “You’re a jerk.”
That stupid lip twitches. “Yep. But I’m your jerk.”
“Fine…” I roll my eyes dramatically as I keep a tight hold on his beard for leverage. “I guess I agree to this. But the minute this goes south, and you piss me off, I’m burning that motherfucker in a bye-bye Blimp bonfire and never speaking to you again.”
A bright smile surfaces that has my heart beating extra fast. “Or… I’ll fuck you ‘til you forget why you were mad at me in the first place, just like I’ve done for the past two decades.”
Damn jerk, always knowing the right thing to say.
“Ugh. I hate you sometimes.” To show him just how much, I yank those lips close enough to skim mine. His beard tickles my chin.
“Love you, too, babe,” he whispers there before slamming our mouths together to seal our fate. And what a fate it is. With him by my side, our life will never be boring. Bring on the cut. I’m Blimp’s old lady now and a club slut forevermore.
The End.
AUTHOR NOTE
Readers,
Thanks for reading this simple short, part of the Mother Chapter series. It’s a small, less dramatic taste of what’s to come in the series.
Hold on … ‘cause you’re gonna be on the ride of your life…
Peace,
Bink
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