Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Eight
“Morning sex is the best,” Selkie declares as she stretches, arms over her head, back straight, stomach rising in the air.
“Is it?” I tease as I zip up my jeans. “I find anytime sex the best.”
She grins and rolls over on her stomach, her ass inviting me to get naked again.
I kneel on the bed. “You’ve got an exceptional ass.” Then I bite it hard enough to get a squeal from her as she bumps my face with it.
“Get off,” she grunts. “Oscar and Henri probably need feeding.”
“Haley’ll do it,” I reply, caressing the ripe mounds.
“We’ve made a vow to be better parents,” she argues as I settle my weight on her back.
“When did we make that vow?” I murmur into her ear as my hands find their way to her tits. I squeeze them hard enough to make her squeal and buck her ass again, right against my growing erection.
“Maybe we didn’t, but we should.”
I undo my jeans and slide them over my ass. “Okay. I vow.”
“Shit,” she moans as I slide into her. “That’s not a very---”
I withdraw and enter her hard. “Shut up,” I say.
“Fuck off,” she replies.
I wrap my hand in her hair and yank her head back so I can see her face. I’m breathing hard as the tightness of her cunt strangles my dick. “You tell me to fuck off, I savage you.”
“I’m sorry,” she groans as I wrap my other hand around her throat.
“Too late, babe.” I slam into her, not slowing down, not easing off. I grab her around the belly and force her onto her knees, her hands clawing at the sheets as I fuck her mercilessly.
“Christ,” she moans, but she doesn’t tell me to ease up.
“You’re getting fucked baby, nothin’ else, so you wanna come you better figure it out for yourself.”
“I don’t need your help,” she rasps as her hand steals down between her legs.
“So you say.” I reach under her, bring my hand over hers and let it ride as she bucks her body. Her breathing deepens, then she shrieks as she comes. I feel her pulsing as she rubs harder, trying to coax out every last tremor.
Her moans push me over the edge. I grab her hips with my hands and pummel her with my cock. Maybe a minute later I come so hard, I collapse on top of her.
“Holy fuck,” she says breathlessly.
She’s got that right.
After she catches her breath, she struggles so she’s laying under me on her back, looking up at me. Jesus Christ, her after-sex face almost makes me rock hard again. It’s flushed, eye’s half-closed, lips plumped up, hair fucking everywhere.
“How’s that gonna get me to stop telling you to ‘fuck off’?” she says with a sly grin.
She has a point. “That’s not the only way to punish you.”
“Hmm,” she says, then pushes at my chest. “Get off. You vowed to be a better parent.”
I grin at her as I roll to the side. “I’d have vowed anything for that.”
She stands, grabbing the wall as she sways.
I’m suddenly alert. “You okay?”
“Maybe pregnant,” she murmurs as she regains her balance.
Chills go through me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Well, you didn’t wrap it up, dude.” She shakes her head. “Jesus, we’re irresponsible.”
I barely hear her as buzzing starts in my head. “You can’t know you’re pregnant. It’s only been a couple of days.”
“Women know.” She grins as she sees the horror I’m feeling leak onto my face. “Holy, are you easy. Of course I’m not pregnant. I’m a very smart and cautious girl.”
Relief floods me. “Not fucking around with me like that, you aren’t.”
“It’s the sex, genius. My legs are wobbly.” She picks up my T-shirt and wanders out the bedroom door.
While she showers, I make coffee, then pull out a couple of go cups. She’s right about us being better parents. I decide to start right now. I look around the kitchen. No Oscar. I guess I’ll be a better parent when I see him.
When Selkie enters, she’s wearing her freshly laundered clothes. “What are people gonna think?” she says as she takes the mug I proffer. “Wearing the same clothes two days in a row. It’s just not done.”
My eyes drink her in as I take a sip of coffee. “Who’s gonna notice? That’s pretty much your uniform.”
She looks down at her tee and frowns. “I should probably mix it up a bit. Get something with lace.”
As if that would ever happen. “I think lace is out of fashion these days.” I head to the garage.
“Really? Well, you are the fashion expert,” she replies as she follows.
When we’re on the road, I head toward the clubhouse, but she shakes her head. “We gotta get my car out of impound.”
“It’s gonna cost us more to get it out than it’s worth.”
“Not us, me,” she says as she crosses her arms and juts her chin.
“Okay, you,” I correct.
“First, it’s my only means of transportation, and second, I might need to borrow some cash until I get my check… in the mail.”
“How about we go to the clubhouse first, grab the kids, take them for food, then get the car.” I think back to how long it’s been since I’ve eaten. “I’m starving.”
“Then the impound will be closed and I won’t be able to get it until tomorrow.”
I groan. “How does that matter?”
“I don’t know,” she exclaims. “I just don’t know.”
I take the small victory and drive to the clubhouse. Inside, it’s so quiet even the crickets aren’t chirping. “Where’s everyone?” I say to no one.
Selkie seems to think the remark is addressed to her. “I don’t know. Maybe your boss took them on a job. It seems like something he would do.”
“Right. I forgot. You’re Hangman’s daughter.”
She laughs. “Sure, if he fathered me when he was 10.”
“It’s possible.” I do the math in my head. “How old are you exactly?”
She frowns. “Thirty. Two years ago. I’m still coming to terms with it.”
She’s older than me by three years. But does that matter? I decide it doesn’t.
“And you are?”
“Younger,” I tell her.
“Younger as in I’ll have to get Henri to call me Selkie when you’re around?”
I grin. “Younger as in I’ll turn 30 in a couple of months.”
Haley distracts us from our discussion as she comes out from the kitchen, her kids following her. “Hi!” she says in her usual upbeat manner. “How’re you guys?”
Guess she hasn’t been updated by the events of last night. “Where’s everyone?” I ask.
“The guys are on a job,” Haley says. “The only one left behind is Hash to hold down the fort.” She glances around. “Don’t know where he went.”
“And Henri and Oscar?” Selkie says. “King and Coyote dropped them off here last night.”
Haley shrugs. “I don’t know. When I got here all the kids were here, then I went outside to check on the horse. When I got back they were gone.”
“I wanna change my name, mom.” Henry interrupts. “It’s a girl’s name.”
“You talked to them?” I ask Henry. Henry, a shithead, doesn’t listen to anyone, leads his brother astray, but he’s all I got right now.
“Yeah,” Henry says. “That girl’s name is Henri and she’s gross. I don’t want the same name as her.”
Haley sighs. “We’ll talk about that later, Hen—big guy. Right now, I think Eight wants to know where Henri and Oscar are.”
Henry tilts his head like he’s thinking or maybe he wants a bribe before he gives up the info.
“They all went out together. Hash and Max and Brielle and Ash and Sean and Oscar and that girl.”
“Did they say where they were going?”
Zack nods. “On a boat.”
Selkie furrows her forehead. “What’re you talking about, kid? Where’re they going to find a boat in Sagebrush?”
Henry says, “They said they were going to find a sailor to take them on a boat.”
I rub my face. “Could you be a little more specific?”
“They said they were going to find a sailor.” He enunciates slowly like we’re stupid adults.
Then I realize I am a stupid adult. “Hash’s taken them to Sailor Jerry’s.”
Selkie narrows her eyes. “Who is Sailor Jerry?”
Haley giggles. “Not who. What. It’s a tattoo place. Hash manages it.”
Selkie looks confused. “Why would he take them there?”
I feel dread in my bones. “Hangman was talking about getting the kids inked so anyone who tried to mess with them would realize they’re with the Jury and back off.”
“No,” Selkie says in disbelief. “He wouldn’t do that, would he?”
Haley and I exchange uneasy glances. “Probably not,” she hedges. “At least not without getting permission from the parents.” She glances at me for reassurance. I have none.
“Aren’t three of them his?” Selkie exclaims.
“I wanna tattoo,” Henry pipes up.
“So do I,” Zack says.
I look at them, then Haley.
“You better go,” Haley says, the same panic in her voice that I’m feeling.