Chapter 34 RINGO
The problem with killing is that afterwards, you have to get rid of the body. Multiply that by fucking eight, and things get a whole lot fucking harder.
After Abbey executed Banes and her mum, we held church and voted that getting rid of Tups, Spud, and Moore was best practice too, their bodies being added to the pile that included Smitty and Panda. We needed to clean shop and move the fuck on, so that’s what we did.
And then there was the man we lost who was guarding the shipping containers. We decided to put him on ice until we can arrange his funeral.
I know Abbey was eager to get Bobbi and Tahli back, but she was patient with me, understanding that we needed those loose ends tied up before I could leave.
In church we also voted on roles, since our leadership had just been wiped out.
JD was voted in as my VP, and Vender voted in to take on my old role as Sergeant-at-Arms, with Mex stepping in to take JD’s old role as Road Captain.
The role of Secretary was handed over to Murf, and I couldn’t be more fucking stoked about the team at my back. My fucking team.
By the time all that got done, and we had a small celebration, night was falling, and my wife’s exhaustion matched my own. So we turned in early, ready for this day to be left behind.
Maggie has been giving my men hell. Abbey didn’t want her tied up, but we’ve had to resort to that since the little shit keeps attacking anyone that goes into the container she’s being held in.
We’ve agreed that a container will be made into a bungalow for Maggie as soon as possible. It’ll still be a jail cell, but Abbey wants her sister to be comfortable, hoping that over time, as she gets treated with care, that her sister will start to snap out of this rage she’s in.
I don’t know if it will work, but I’ll give my wife whatever the hell she wants.
“What time will they get here?” Abbey asks as we pull onto my property, my barn and home coming into view.
We haven’t been away from it for long, but everything feels different now.
Maybe because we aren’t in a constant state of flight. That’ll take some fucking time to get used to for everyone.
“Should be within the hour,” I tell her, glancing over at her and feeling my chest warm at the sight of the way her face lights up.
“Why do I feel so nervous?” she asks, those big caramel eyes going wide, and I smile.
“I don’t know, but I kinda feel the same. I guess we haven’t had a reprieve like this since we met.”
She nods, the tips of her teeth making an appearance as she chews on her lip.
“What’s running through that head of yours, Angel?”
She grins, almost mischievously. “How sore are you?”
My lips slowly spread wide at her question, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Not too sore to fuck my wife if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Her smile is stunning as her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and her eyes somehow look like they flare brighter, lighting up her whole face.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
When I pull up the car and shut off the engine, Abbey quickly gets out, clearly fucking eager, so I sweep up my phone, shoot a message to Devon to drive fucking slow, and follow my wife inside my house.
Our house.
We’ve decided to stay here for the time being while the compound is being finished. At church, I ordered that everyone else’s cabins get built and finished before they start on the new President’s cottage. For now, when we need to stay there, we will stay in my shared bungalow with JD and Jols.
I want my club brothers and the Doxies to be settled first. I want them to feel like they have a say. That they belong. That the compound is their home.
Inside my house, I open the shutters and turn on the central heating before following Abbey upstairs.
She’s a lot faster than me, given I’m still fucking healing, but my cock is already hard knowing it’s going to be soaking in her tight hot heat within minutes.
When I step inside my bedroom, I find Abbey already stripping out of her clothes and pointing to the bed.
“Get naked, Mr President. And get on that bed.”
“I thought I was the fucking Dom in this relationship,” I snap, and she giggles.
“You are, but you’re injured and you need to listen to your nurse.”
I can’t help but fucking chuckle, quickly shedding my clothes to do as my nurse has ordered.
As I get comfy on the bed, I watch her get a towel and place it on the edge of the mattress, before she opens the drawer, bringing out the lube and… shit… my fucking flesh light.
“Angel?” I ask, a warning in my tone, and she waves me off.
“Shoosh. Be a good patient and relax.”
I scoff. “I’m anything but a good fucking patient.”
“Well, if you’re not good, then you don’t get this.” She points to her panties, still covering her sexy pussy, and I fucking grin.
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“I aim to please. You just need to trust me, like I trust you.”
That has my brows shooting up, and I can see she’s dead serious, so I nod, doing as she asked, and relax.
She climbs on the bed, positioning herself between my legs, lube in one hand, the fleshlight in the other.
“How does this thing work?” she asks, and I chuckle, reaching out to point at the buttons.
“This controls the vibrations, and this changes up the suction.”
She bites her fucking lip again, her cheeks turning redder as she nods.
“So lube first, and then this?” She waves the fucking thing around, and I nod, biting back a smirk, my fucking heart pounding in my chest with anticipation.
I haven’t even considered using that fucking thing since my cock was introduced to her cunt and what it feels like wrapped around me. But this… having her here with me, wanting to use it, is just another level of fun I wasn’t expecting.
She’s feeling bold, and I fucking love how comfortable she is with me now. To have her trust is like winning the fucking lottery.
I hold my hard, rigid cock up for her while she drizzles lube over it, before placing the tube aside and wrapping her dainty little hand around my girth.
“Ahh, fuck!” I jerk under her touch as she fists my cock, nice and fucking tight, just the way I like it. “Don’t really need that thing, Angel. Your hand is enough.”
She giggles, her eyes roaming over my cock and balls like she is fucking fascinated by them.
“I know, but the idea of this turns me on,” she admits, those doe eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“Fucking have at it then, Angel. Whatever you want and need, I will give you.”
Her smirk is almost wicked as she pumps my cock from base to tip, and I worry I’ve just agreed to something I know nothing about.
Releasing my cock, she starts to feed it into the silicone pussy lips, and perhaps the sexiest thing about this is how she tips her head sideways, getting a good view of my tip disappearing just inside.
Her cheeks are red hot, and I know she’s turned on. I fucking hope this is everything she needs right now. I want nothing more than to give it all to her.
“Like that?” she asks, her gaze jumping up to see me nod before moving back to watch more of my cock slip inside.
Fuuuck. I fist the sheets beside me, gritting my fucking teeth, my cock more sensitive than it normally is when I do this.
It’s her. My sexy as sin wife eagerly sheathing my cock in a male fuck toy.
Lifting my hips a little, I help to feed my cock right in, feeling it hit the end, the fleshy device gripping me, and I grit my teeth as I fight to stay in control as she moves it up and down my shaft a couple of times.
“Now turn it on,” I rasp, and her eyes move to the side as she presses a button.
My hips buck as a gentle sucking motion starts up, my back arching as I fuck up into it.
“Fuck, Angel. I’m not going to last long with you doing this to me.”
She snickers, pressing the button again to increase the suction.
“I want to make you come,” she breathes, and I can tell she really is turned on right now. “I want to make you feel so good, Cam. I want you to know what it’s like when you completely consume me.”
Fuck. She presses the button again, and I arch back, digging my head into the pillows, thrusting up against her hand and the device, ignoring the burn of my wounds as my wife does exactly what she said she wants to do to me.
“Part your legs wider,” she says, and I fucking do, assuming she wants more room, but the next thing I know, her tongue is gliding over my fucking nuts, and a choked sound lodges in my throat.
“Fuuuck!” I yell, and as if that’s not enough, she fucking sucks one of my balls into the hot heat of her mouth.
I buck, thrust, fucking into the thing faster, knowing this orgasm is going to come really fucking fast.
My eyes are squeezed tight as my face contorts until I feel something I really wasn’t ever expecting.
The press of her finger at the entrance of my arse.
“Whoa!” I hiss, clenching my fucking cheeks together, and she fucking tuts at me.
“Relax. It’ll feel good. I promise.”
My fucking eyes are bugging out of my head as I look down my body at her, trying to fucking concentrate, but it’s a bit hard with that thing still sucking my cock in, the rhythm steady.
“Angel. That’s not… I… fuuuck…” I moan as she teases the entrance, running her finger over my perineum, and back to my puckered opening.
“Trust me,” she breathes, and fuck, I do trust her. I’ve just never considered doing this.
I want to though, now that she’s teasing it. I’m fucking aching to have her… shit, I want her inside me.
The fuck.
That’s very fucking new, and something I didn’t know I ever wanted until now, but the idea of her slender little finger slipping inside a place so fucking forbidden, has me ready to fucking nut.
“Okay,” I pant, spreading my legs wider, and trying to relax my fucking clenched cheeks so it’s easier for her.
I don’t know where she’s gotten this confidence from, but I’m fucking here for it. I love that she feels this comfortable with me. I know she’s my match in every fucking way.