“Tell me later what all you’ve heard,” I whisper in my man’s direction.
“Oh, honey, I will give you no ideas to use against me. That woman in the back seat, she’s a wild one. Unattainable and untrainable, but then she wouldn’t make a great Ol’ lady if she wasn’t.”
“Once upon a time, you felt that way about me too.”
“Still do. You are now, and will always be the top woman in my life and the others look up to you. You are what the new generation aims to be like.” Hmm...he wants something, I just need to figure out what that is and beat him at his own game.
“I’d say you just want to get into my pants, but that’s not an issue,” I tease.
“Baby, the day I entered your pants is the day I never left,” he playfully winks at me.
“Except for those three years,” I remind him.
“That’s not either one of our faults. I pretend those days never happened. If I think about all I missed in little bit’s life, I get pissed off and I choose to live my happily ever after with you instead of staying buried in the past. Your dad is long gone, if I could dig him up and kill him all over again, I’d be a man on a mission. I still wish I’d made him suffer more than he did. He stole my woman and daughter from me, for that, the man will always be the evilest man that ever lived in my mind. I love you; I love Lila and Kingston. You three are my world, and I’ve missed you while we’ve been a part. All of you, I felt like a heavy brick was sitting on my chest and I was unable to breath until I saw you again last night.”
“Okay, you win the award,” I mutter and work hard not to break out in tears.
“What award would that be?” he lifts one of his eyebrows.
“The best husband, Ol’ man and daddy award. We lucked out when you chose me. I love you, Tic.”
“I love you too, Angel.” I swoon with my nickname, he’s always made things better just by using that when he speaks to me.
“Have I ever told you that my life only mattered while we were apart because I had a piece of you?” I question, needing to know he understands that he’s the reason my world turns around.
“A time or two. Doesn’t mean I don’t strive to hear it daily to make your life more enjoyable. When you and the kids smile at me, I know I’m alive, because I can feel the blood pumping through it. It beats for you...the three of you.”
“I can understand that feeling well. Sometimes I look at you and can feel my head spinning with the love I feel for you. You and the kids, y’all are what makes me feel like I can face the horrors of the world and still come out a winner on the other side. Thank you for being mine.”
“Ditto,” His voice comes out choked up, and I can feel the emotions he’s trying to hide. My biker man is trying to be a Billy badass and not let the other men see. He’s holding it all inside and that’s okay, it means I’ll reap the benefits later.
Savanna
“So what are we buying?” I ask Ty. Everyone else is lost in their own little conversations but talking to my man is never a hardship so I don’t mind all that much. Unless it’s about procreating, that’s where I avoid the conversation. The act itself is always a subject worth exploring, though.
“Beer, beer, and more beer,” he replies, giving me a wink.
“And stuff for margaritas,” I remind him. We’ve enjoyed the hell out of them all week and I refuse to drink beer when there’s frosty goodness with tequila available.
“Yes, and probably Fireball and Jack. One of the guys was saying they could out-shoot everyone, so we need to have that as well.” He squeezes the top part of my thigh. “You seem more relaxed. I’m glad you’ve had this time.”
Him implying that I seem more relaxed is his way of letting me know without actually verbalizing that he thinks I was too obsessed with a healthier lifestyle before. Well, I will get back to that as soon as we get back in town, but this time with these women has taught me that it’s okay to loosen up a little. But never mind with that, my curiosity lies in this drinking challenge he’s spoken of. “Who on earth would say that?” I muse. Most of our guys can outdrink anyone I know of, but we’re with two other clubs, and I imagine that they can party hard as well.
He chuckles before saying, “Actually, Wasp mentioned that they had a contest at one of their get-together’s, and one thing led to another, so all of us guys are involved.”
“We better get shit for the hangovers y’all are gonna have then,” I reply. “Or better yet, check to see if Sidney’s got enough IV bags and saline for everyone.”
A puzzled look lines his face. “Say what? Never mind, I probably don’t even wanna know. And, bikers don’t get hangovers, blondie.”
I can’t help it, I start laughing at his words because for sure, there’ve been plenty of mornings at the clubhouse after a party when all the guys are moping around, bitching about their aching heads. “I’ll grab some anyhow.”
“Yeah, you girls might need it.” I also text Jenalyn and tell her their plans. She needs to know that we need plenty of greasy food for tomorrow morning. Otherwise, the trip home will be eventful.
I roll my eyes because we’ve been drinking every day and other than the one memorable morning when Sidney gave out those IVs for the dehydration, we’ve been just fine. “Whatever you say, sexy.”
He’s about to say something else when we hear the annoying GPS voice tell us that our turn is up ahead. “Yay, we get to go shopping!” DJ exclaims from the back.
“You’re not showing what you buy to anyone, woman,” Hatch growls out.
“Just my girls, Hatch. Plus, this is research; remember? Trust me, I’ve got enough stuff stored in my brain for several bestsellers already.”
“Then I can retire and be a kept man?” he asks, helping her out of the SUV we brought.
“You got you a sugar momma there, Hatch?” Tic laughs as he asks. “Never thought a biker would sit back and let his woman be the top bitch in his house.” Kori smacks him on the shoulder and he laughs when she does. He begins ducking and weaving as she lets her hands fly loose in his direction.
“Fuck that noise, I’ll work until the day they bury me,” Hatch replies. “But it’s fun to think about even though I have no clue what the fuck I’d do all day long. Better to keep working and shit. Time enough to rest on my woman’s monies when the kids grow up and move out.”
“Handsome, you support me and I’ll support you,” DJ says, grabbing his hand. “Now, c’mon, we’ve got stuff to buy.”
11
Dj
We made short work of practically buying out the liquor store and the guys got it all loaded into the back of the SUV. Now we’re wandering on the sex store side, joking and laughing about the various toys they have for sale. I grab a basket and toss in a multi-colored boa for Ashton to replace the one that was kind of destroyed the other day. “Handsome, look! They’ve got flavored lubes, wanna try?” I ask, coming up to the display of lubes. “Oh, look, strawberry.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ, DJ, do you have to be so vocal?” he grumbles. I ignore him and grab the tester and squirt some on my finger, then stick it up to his lips. When his tongue flicks out before his mouth engulfs me, I realize that I might have bitten off more than I can chew. A playful Hatch means a sated DJ though, so I just grin when he winks at me. “Mmm, I like that one,” he says once my digit is thoroughly cleaned. “What other flavors are there?”
I keep pulling testers and squirting my finger, getting wetter and wetter, soaking my panties with every swipe of his tongue. “You’re killing me, Hatch,” I mutter.
“Foreplay, gorgeous,” he replies. “Now, that last one.”
I don’t see a flavor on this one, but I go ahead and repeat the process and stick it in between his lips. When his eyes widen and a look of horror appears, I glance back to the display and quickly scan to see what I gave him. “Oh my God, Hatch, I’m so fucking sorry!” It’s unflavored lube.
“Pfft, pfft, pfft,” he replies, spitting or attempting to, at least, to get the taste of
f his tongue. “Tastes like Vaseline.”
“How the hell do you know what Vaseline tastes like?” I question.
“Teenage boy, jacking off, couldn’t get it all off my hands, had chicken tenders later.” His answer is short as he continues trying to get the offending taste off his tongue.
I look around the store and see a Coke display. Running over, I grab one out and take it back over to him. The salesclerk is practically in hysterics behind the counter and I’m pretty sure if they have a security camera, they’ll keep this particular one for shits and giggles. “Here, handsome,” I say, opening up the Coke and handing it to him. He nods before tilting his head back and drinking half the bottle.
One loud-ass, biker approved belch later and he’s looking down at me, a grin on his face. “Well, that was certainly...interesting,” he states. “Think I like the strawberry the best, although if I’m totally honest, you’re the best tasting thing I know.” I feel the heat hit my cheeks; I like the thought of being a badass biker bitch, but when my man talks dirty to me, I turn into mush. Not that I’ll tell him that because a girl’s gotta have her secrets, right?
“So we’re getting some strawberry? I’d like to try it out later, handsome,” I say, grabbing a sealed tube.
“Fuck yeah.”
Deciding that my girls need some of these as well, I toss several other sealed tubes into my basket, including an extra strawberry and of course, my personal favorite, chocolate. I plan to see if I can drive my biker wild later on with my own version of a banana split.
Savanna
“Good grief this is like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory but for grown women,” Ty declares, drawing in my attention. As I look over at him, he’s holding up a purple rabbit. “And what makes them think someone would buy this after it’s been handled by multiple people?” He scrunches his nose, but I double over in laughter. “What?”
“T-that’s the display first of all,” I manage to stammer out through my hysterics. “Here.” I reach over and turn it on and as it begins to shake in his hand he swiftly releases it and it falls to the ground.
“What the hell, blondie?” he inquires, giving me a look of dissatisfaction.
I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness before I bend over and pick it back up. “It’s a vibrator, Ty, not a venomous snake.”
“You stunned me is all. I know what it is,” he muses, “looks sorta, kinda like the one you have, only bigger.” His eyes inquisitively explore the treasure in my hand.
Turning it off, I place it back on the shelf, grabbing one in the box. “No, mine are like this,” I inform him as I grab a silver bullet, turn it on and place it on his arm as it goes to town. Quickly I grab a pink classic vibrator from the shelf, turn it on and place it on his other arm; the box with the purple rabbit safely tucked under the pit of my arm.
“Dammit, Vanna,” he calls me by my name as he jumps backward, “stop using those things on me,” he warns.
Pulling them away from his forearms, I taunt him. “Or what?” I question as I wave them both in his face. “Whatcha going to do, sexy? Spank me?” I begin to smack my own ass with the vibrators as I make sounds usually reserved for the bedroom.
“Savanna Elise Paine, this is your final warning.” He grabs a hold of his junk, rearranging himself. “What has gotten into you?”
“Well, you last night before the flow of the red river began. And, since you’re clearly turned on by my antics with these toys, maybe you’ll get lucky again once more before we leave,” I inform him as I feel a mischievous grin form on my face.
“Oh yeah?” I’ve piqued his interest now. “But one thing I know is you need to stop making those sounds for the world to hear. Those harmonious sounds are reserved for my ears only.”
Setting the boxed vibrator down, once again I grab the display. Now I’ve got three different vibrators crowding my hands as I wield them in his face as I inch closer and closer. “Oh...ah ...yeah,” I moan out as I shake them in his face, teasing him.
“Get those things away from me and my face,” he tells me before turning around and briskly walking away. “You’re in enough trouble as it is now, blondie,” he tells me, looking back over his shoulder. His eyes grow wide as he notices I am hot on his heels, waving the toys around. “Get ‘em away from me.” His fast-paced walking picks up as I begin to pursue him around the store, taunting him with our finds.
“Oh, come on, sexy. You know you want to try these,” I whine out loudly as I chase him up and down the aisles shaking them in his direction.
“Oh, no I don’t. Don’t be lying to these folks in here,” he blurts out. “You just wait, blondie. You’re in some serious trouble.”
I stop dead in my tracks, laughing so hard I need to catch my breath and wipe the tears away. Oh, this big, bad biker being chased around an adult toy store by his ‘Ol lady with both hands full of different colored dildos. You would think I was chasing him around with a highly hazardous petri dish full of smallpox. “Okay, okay,” I begin, “I promise not to harm you with these highly dangerous sex toys.”
He pauses and turns around. “Well, that makes one of us. I promise nothing after this display of defiance,” he replies.
“Oh? In that case, I will stock up,” I say through a wink and watch as he arches a single brow and says nothing but points directly at me as a warning. “What?” I feign innocence now, “I’m sure the other ladies and their men will be grateful. I need an extra set of hands, sexy. Please come help me grab a variety of these from the shelf,” I whine.
“Swear to Christ, blondie, one wrong move and I’m outta here. You hear me?”
I bat my lashes at him and silently agree before I speak, “Fine, that’s completely fine. I, Savanna Elise Paine, hereby promise to never chase my man with rubber, vibrating sex toys ever again.”
“That’s the only way you’re getting me back on that aisle, so you better mean it,” he tells me, as he stands at the end of it, hesitant to walk back down it.
“Scout’s honor,” I promise him, knowing that’s the only way I’m getting help with a bulk supply of these out the door.
Never taking his eyes off of me, he slowly maneuvers his way back down the aisle where this whole game began. Once he’s next to me, he begins to rush me. “Just come on. Hurry up already and hand them to me.” He extends his arms, ready to hold the items, but turns his nose up at them, looking away.
“Such a baby,” I mutter beneath my breath.
“What was that?” he quips.
“You are my baby,” I lie, not having meant for that to escape my lips, but knowing if I don’t quickly change my wording he’ll leave me on aisle three to fend for myself.
“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs back, “that little display of sass you’ve shown today will be handled and properly taken care of later. Red river, blue river, no river, I don’t give a fuck.”
Something about the way he vocalizes his desire to make me pay later has my clit throbbing inside my jeans. My eyes shift back and forth between the goodies in his arms and his own eyes. Wiggling my eyebrows, I rebut, “Promise?”
“That’s it,” he turns on his heel, heading to the register and I follow closely behind knowing I’ve pressed all the right and necessary buttons.
Kori
As everyone spreads out, going their separate ways, I wander over to the movie section. Tic is hot on my heels, he has always tried to embarrass me with pornographic movies, this time, I plan on turning the tides on him.
“What are we doing, Angel?” he leans over my back and whispers in my ear.
“You’ve always enjoyed a good chick-flick,” I tease.
“Hmm...only when you let me do those dirty things to you, pretty girl.” I feel his words flow all the way through my skin to settle deep into my bones. My body involuntarily shivers as his words sink in, memories taking hold, and how much I love when he copies what the man is doing to the woman on screen.
“I really like when you do that too,” I inform him as I r
each back and grab his hand with mine. “Let’s see if there’s anything new that captures our attention.” Not many know that in our bedroom we enjoy role playing, that’s been our secret, one that I firmly believe hasn’t been shared by him. I know I haven’t blabbed to the girls.
“Thorin’ and Strokin’.” I feel his hand leave mine as he picks up one that has a wanna be Thor on the cover. He has his hammer and all, but it’s in a place that I highly doubt the demi-God would ever publicly display.
“My, what a big hammer he has.” I burst out into laughter. It’s just a ridiculous concept, but I bet it is a top seller. “I bet he does some damage to the poor damsel in distress.”
“I bet he hammers home his point.” Tic begins laughing.
“Ya think?” I take the film from his hand and place it back up on the shelf. It’s just too stupid for me to even contemplate purchasing.
“Ooh, Mom does the Milkman.” He pulls it off the shelf and waggles his eyebrows at me.
“Do I need to find you a milkman costume?” I inquire.
“Only if I can bring the chocolate sauce.” He leans over and nips my shoulder with his teeth. His playful side is out in full force.
“You can bring the chocolate as long as it is combined with strawberries.” I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder. He’s licking his lips and I know that if I wanted to, I could take him in one of those closed door viewing rooms and have my wicked way with him.
We keep scanning the area and each time the titles get more ridiculous and scandalous the further down the line we go. ‘Soured Whiskey and Pleasures,’ ‘Swift & Sweet Pleasure,’ ‘Gang Banged by the Bikers.’ Now that last one, takes me a minute to look over. I know the Rage Ryders were wild back in the day, but my curiosity has me wondering if anyone of them trained a woman or women.
“Tic?” I call out his name.
“Yes, Angel,” he replies. His eyebrows are drawn up nearly hitting his hairline.
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