Chapter 17LovelyMarx #2
He reaches over and gently tugs my lip from my teeth. “I know what you mean. I’ve seen your drawings. I’m sure having a pencil or paintbrush or tattoo gun in your hand feels natural. It’s your gift, Lovely, and whether the memories are good or bad, you’ll always be drawn to making art.”
I nod, as usual the Pres of the DRMC hits the nail on the head. “I like the thought that I could help the women Mad Dog can’t. Maybe doing good could help wipe away the bad.”
Johnny smiles gently. “I think you would be perfect to help Dad, and all those women, make a fresh start.”
We grin at each other, the candle light flickering, making me forget we are surrounded by couples, friends and family until Cove walks straight up to the table, dressed in her black halloween dress.
“The food is ready. Are you ready to eat?” she yells, causing both Johnny and I to jump in our seats.
“Yes, thank you Cove,” Johnny answers, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Thank you Cove, you’re doing a great job,”
“I know!”
She bustles off, hurrying up the other big little kids as they ask the other couples if they too, are ready to eat. We all share smirks amongst ourselves while Pops looks proud as punch, obviously having something to do with the organisation.
“OK, so I’ve seen this done on a movie, can we do a quick round to get to know each other?” I ask Johnny, peeking up at him. He grins so I take that as a green flag. “OK, favorite childhood memory, a food you hate, and if you could choose any super power, what would it be.”
He leans back in his seat, his large, blunt fingers tap on the table as his brow furrows, thinking deeply. I know he’s the type of guy who would put thought into my question.
“My favourite memory would be when Rhodie was born. There’s five years between us.
My mom was trash, an ex club girl that tried to trap Mad Dog.
When that didn’t work out she would leave me on my own for hours on end, out scoring drugs.
She disappeared and I got to live with my dad.
Rhodie’s mom came along not long after. She was the type of mom I wished I had.
Gentle, kind,” his eyes flick to mine, some type of awareness shining through, “ a lot like you actually,” he chuckles.
“Then she was pregnant and I remember thinking that she would have her own baby and love them more than me. I was bad and that’s why my mom was bad.
Molly was good, and her baby would be good.
” I reach across and place my hand over his, squeezing, “Anyway, the day she had the baby, Mad Dog came to take me to the hospital to meet my little brother. I was nervous they wouldn’t love me anymore. ”
He pauses for so long that I decide to coax him. “What happened?”
A smile plays on his lips. “Rhodie was in his crib beside her, and she held her arms open for me. Dad put me on the bed and told me to be careful. I was a big kid so I made sure to be extra gentle. She didn’t care, she pulled me in, wrapped me tight in her arms and told me that she knew I was going to be the best big brother in the whole world and that she loved me so much.
She made dad lift Rhodie out of the crib and I held him, with my Mom’s help.
I have a photo of that moment on my desk. ”
This man, this gruff, grumpy man just turned my heart to mush.
The harsh words he directed at me weren’t in anger or dismissal, but as he said, out of fear.
The thoughts and feelings of a little Johnny reveal more than his words ever could.
This is a man who feels deep and is afraid of never being enough.
For his men, for his family, for me. Well, no more.
I’m going to show him that he deserves everything and more.
Marx
Most people outside of my own family don’t know anything about my shit egg donor.
The older members of the MC before they retired and became snowbirds, or died of old age, they knew.
But my men and their ol ladies don’t know that Rhodie and I are half brothers.
As far as I’m concerned we’re not. I clear my throat and shake off the sadness that always lingers when I talk about my mom, the one who raised me.
Molly, my mom, was the first woman I ever loved, and I know for a fact, with the way I burn for her, Lovely will be the last woman I will ever love.
“OK, um, the food I hate most in the world is corn, and my superpower would be mind control.” I smile at Lovely, trying to lighten the mood.
She beams in the candlelight and I still can’t believe I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to date this woman. Even if I don’t fully trust what the kids and Rider have planned.
“Your turn, Buttercup.” Her cheeks blush at the nickname and I make a note to call her that more often.
“Well, my favourite childhood memory would have to be any time I spend with my mom. So, my mom was Blanche’s mom’s sister, way younger than her though.
She went to the Keep to find her and ended up married to my dad.
Anyway, the Keep was always a busy place.
With so many people everyone had to work together to get things done.
My mom worked in the laundry, but every Sunday, after Church, we had a rest day.
Those days were always my favourite. One time, just me and her, we went for a walk along the border of the Keep and found this amazing meadow full of beautiful flowers.
My mom showed me how to make a daisy chain.
I made one for me and one for her and we wore them like crowns and danced in the meadow.
I remember lying on my back and pointing out the different shapes in the clouds.
My mom pulled me into her arms and kissed my head, and gave me a gift, wrapped up in brown paper with a little bow.
At the Keep we didn’t celebrate birthdays, but my mom would sneak me a gift every year.
That year it was a little set of coloring pencils and a pad.
I did my first drawings that day.” She beams at me, the happiness radiating off her.
I make a note to make sure to not only find out her date of birth, but to throw her the biggest fucking birthday party ever.
She never had birthdays at the Keep? Well, for the rest of our lives we will be celebrating the day Lovely Landry graced this earth.
“Your meals are served!” Cove booms, clapping to get our attention, as if her fog horn voice wasn’t enough.
Jovie places two plates of spaghetti bolognese in front of us. Lovely claps her hands and wriggles in her seat. “I love spaghetti bolognese! It’s my favourite,” she sing songs.
My eyes meet Pops over Lovely’s shoulder and he flicks me a wink.
Well played old man, well played. Lovely dances in her seat out of pure joy and I commit this to memory.
The whole thing is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
We eat our meal in companionable silence, murmuring things here and there, little snippets of conversation, then returning to the flavors bursting across our tongues.
“That concludes our service for tonight. There is no dessert because grown ups don’t need it.” Cove announces, and like a well oiled machine the kids come bustling out to clear the tables.
I’m surprised to see Judge and Kaia’s twins, Jackson and Annie-Bella helping out, although I have a feeling it’s so Jackson can keep an eye on Judge. I’ll have to have a word with the brother to see how he’s doing in the near future. I’ll table that for after the hit.
Lovely thanks the kids and I notice she has a spot of sauce sitting on that fucking glorious cleavage that’s on show.
I want to lick it off her pale skin. Fuck, I want to lick more than the sauce from her cleavage.
I want to suck the cream straight from her pussy.
Fuck it! I need to calm down. My zipper is digging into my cock and if I dont get him under control he’ll have a permanent zipper print on him.
Although, would that heighten Lovely’s pleasure maybe?
“Ladies and gentleman, allow me to introduce Baaaad - wait, what’s the name again?
” Cove semi whispers the last part to someone hiding behind the curtain that is blocking the kitchen from the main area.
“Really? That’s the name you chose? I mean it’s not bad, but it’s not great either.
You sure that’s the name you want to go with?
” Cove loudly whisper argues with who I can only guess is Rider.
“Baaad Bikers Club!” Rider yells from behind the curtain before throwing an arm out and flinging back the curtain. Savage, Tank and Flack step out in front of our tables, all holding instruments.
“Oh, fuck me,” I murmur under my breath. I try to ignore Lovely’s giggling and clapping and enthusiasm, but I’m not sure I can.
“Hey daters! Let’s dance off that spaghetti!” Rider announces, before sitting down at a drum kit that has materialized out of nowhere.
He lays down a couple of slightly out of rhythm beats, while Savage and Flack play their guitars.
They’re trying to keep beat with Rider, and they find it momentarily before Tank starts singing.
Or at least tries to. I have no idea why Tank got the gig, especially when we have fucking Chef who has the voice of a goddamn angel.
Rider mean mugs Tank, almost drumming harder to drown him out, but that doesn’t seem to do anything to dissuade him.
He’s right in the throes of singing “I wanna dance with somebody,” which is a sight to behold in itself.
Tank, the big, blonde bastard is singing and dancing like his life depended on it.
Knowing how Rider rode the brothers in the run up to Pops’ Christmas surprise, it probably does.
“Would you do me the honor of allowing me this dance?” I ask Lovely, standing in a fluid movement, holding my hand out.
She blushes beautifully before taking my hand and letting me lead her to the makeshift dance area.
The band, Bad Whatever the Hell they called themselves, change up the tempo, playing something a little slower.
The kids rush out from wherever the hell they’re hiding, shoving tables and chairs out of the way to make more room for everyone else.
“What is this place?” Lovely asks, eyes wide at the commotion.
“Would you believe it’s the kids’ secret clubhouse?”
She stares up at me like I’ve lost my mind, before blinking twice. “Pops?”
“Who the fuck else?”
She opens her mouth to say more but she’s drowned out by Rider’s drum solo.
The fucker is playing like he’s on a god damn spiritual journey, eyes closed, head swaying from side to side.
What started out as vaguely sounding like “I can’t help falling in love” now sounds like three campfire songs got into a fight.
Tank, the poor bastard is doing his best trying to keep a semblance of rhythm, but they’re failing miserably.
“I, ah, requested this version. It’s their experimental phase,” I say, trying to cover for them.
Lovely throws her head back and laughs, the movement mashing her glorious tits to my chest. I can feel her hard nipples poking me through the thin cotton of her dress and my shirt.
Her head snaps up and she stares at me in shock, before pressing her pelvis forward a little more, trapping my hard cock between our bodies.
“Is that-”
“Ignore him. He’s like this every time you’re near.”
She mouths the word “wow”, her plump pink lips hanging open in a silent “O”.
Because I’m fucking horny and now embarassed, I misstep.
To stop both of us from stumbling I plant my boot down heavily…
on Lovely’s foot. She sucks in a sharp breath and when I lean forward to look down I smash the top of my nose into the top of her head.
“Ah shit!” We jump apart, both of us feeling it. “Fuck are you OK?” I check Lovely’s delicate foot before feeling her head for bumps.
She’s standing stock still, not saying a word, and when I’m finally satisfied that nothing is broken I chance a glance at her face.
She’s beaming at me, joy shooting out of her like fucking rainbows and butterflies.
Her soft, small hands cup my face and next moment her lips are on mine, pressing, sipping, kissing me.
For the first time, Lovely has initiated physical contact with me and I think I’m going to blow my load right here and now.
Her tongue softly licks across the seam of my lips and I allow her entry.
Our tongues gently explore, taste, tangle with each other.
Gripping her face gently in my hands I angle her head just right, allowing me to deepen the kiss.
I need more, just a little more. One moment more, two moments more and then we break apart, breathless.
“Take me home, Johnny. I would like to -” She stares at me, wide eyes full of excitement, a hint of fear, and a lot of determination. “I want to try, with you,” she whispers.
Nodding, I take her hand, leading her toward the door and away from the claps and hooting and hollering.
I scoop her up, bridal style, and stalking to the ATV I set her down in the passenger seat gently.
A loud as fuck boom explodes out from behind us and I throw myself over Lovely, protecting her with my body.
“Shit!” the kids all yell in unison.
“Sorry everyone, just a misfire!” Pops shouts.
I whirl around on him but before I can summon the words another loud boom pierces the evening air and glitter comes flying out at us from a trash can.
Lovely lets out a loud whoop, staring up at the sky, where clearly, against the twilight the words “M4L 4 Eva” is written in fireworks.
I admire them with Lovely as they fizz and drip out of the sky.
Looking toward my family they all grin, offering thumbs up and whistles and words of encouragement.
Lovely’s hand finds mine, entwining our fingers as my gaze finds Elio, the corner of his lips tipping in as close to a smile I’ve ever seen on him.
I give him a nod of thanks and then help Lovely back into the passenger seat, taking my place in the driver’s side and peel away from the madness.
“Best. Date. Ever,” Lovely whispers, her hand on top of mine which is resting on her thick thigh.
A snort escapes me, but as we pull up to our cabin, I can’t help but agree.