Bubba
Bubba
Standing in the doorway, I smiled at Darcie, who was reading to our children. Charlie was already asleep, his brown curls smashed to his forehead. He’d been fighting naps all week, saying he was too big for them. Yet by the time it came to bedtime, he was so tuckered out that he fell asleep first. Darcie finished the book and smiled at the girls.
“Let’s be quiet so we don’t wake up Charlie,” she whispered. They giggled and nodded.
Stepping into the room, I lifted Hannah into my arms. She snuggled her head into my shoulder and patted my beard. Darcie smiled at me, walking hand in hand with Grace. We stepped into their room, and after several kisses and ensuring the night lights were on, Darcie and I slipped out. Now that Hannah was almost two, the night time routine had gotten easier.
“Come with me,” I whispered, taking her hand. Tomorrow, our home would be filled with family and friends in town for the charity ride, so I wanted to steal a moment alone with Darcie before then.
Leading her outside, I watched her face as the new section the guys and I had finished earlier came into view. Darcie gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth. It was no secret she loved being outside on the deck, so we’d added a pergola and draped it with lights. There were curtains on the sides so we could block out the sun or have some privacy. Inside the frame was a round bed big enough to fit five adults, three kids, and several animals.
“When? How?” she asked, spinning around, her eyes wide with delight.
“We have our ways. We can still surprise you.”
She laughed, the sound lighting up the night. “I love it.”
Retaking her hand, I pulled her over to the bed, and we climbed on. I let two curtains go but kept the ones furthest from the house open so we kept a breeze.
“This is cozy,” she said, snuggling into my chest.
I chuckled, enjoying this quiet moment with her. The two of us lay there, looking at the stars for a while, in no hurry to move from our relaxed state.
“I’m surprised none of the others have sought us out,” Darcie whispered, turning and staring at me.
“That’s because I challenged them to a game and won. I get you for the rest of the night, baby.”
“Oh? Do I get a say?” she teased, sitting up.
“Of course. But we both know you want to be here with me.”
“Hmm, I have missed my grumpy ginger.”
I scowled. “I’m not grumpy.”
“Sure.” She patted my cheek, much like Hannah had earlier. I caught her hand and pulled her closer. Her breath caught, and she fell onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my body.
“Do you want to hear my plans, or would you rather tease me all night?”
“All night, eh?”
“Your sassy mouth has only gotten sassier.”
“Probably from all the cock.”
Snorting, I brushed her hair back. “I love everything about you.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
“I couldn’t imagine it any other way, baby.”
“Show me,” she purred, lifting her shirt over her head and revealing her breasts to the night air.
“Gladly.” Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked. My hands gripped her backside, and I pulled her closer. Darcie moaned, her legs straddling my lap. Her flimsy sleep shorts provided me with the perfect access. Slipping one hand inside, I stroked my finger across her clit. Her back arched, bringing her nipple closer to me. Swirling around her wetness, I rubbed between her folds before arching my finger inside.
Darcie’s moan deepened as I plunged into her, my mouth continuing its torture on her nipples. I alternated between them, biting, licking, and blowing cool air. She swiveled her hips, riding my thick digit. Sometimes, the battle between feeling her wrapped around me or watching her chase her pleasure was a hard one. Tonight was one of those nights.
“More, Waylon. I need more,” she whimpered, deciding for me.
I pulled my fingers from her wet pussy and licked them. Darcie’s pupils dilated, and she lunged forward, unzipping my jeans and releasing my cock. Her hand wrapped around it, squeezing it hard and sending pleasure racing up my spine.
“Damn, baby,” I cursed, reaching for her. She came easily, smirking as I yanked down her shorts and lifted her so she could ride me. Full of sexual confidence, Darcie sank down onto me and took the length of me in one motion.
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking forward.
I locked my hands on her hips, letting her direct the tempo. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I was mesmerized as I gazed over her. I always struggled with where to stare—her eyes, her breasts, or the junction of our bodies. All in all, my wife was a goddess, and I couldn’t lose wherever my gaze landed.
“Fuck, Queen.”
She smiled lovingly when I referred to her as such. She didn’t often get to don her MC name anymore, but she hadn’t stopped being the queen in our lives. She just ruled a different kingdom these days.
“Yes, yes, yes. Ahh, I’m coming,” she shouted. Her head dropped back, and she tightened her hold on me, her nails digging into my arms. The feel of her pussy spasming was all it took for me to lose my edge of control.
“Fuck.” With one last thrust up, I spilled into her as my balls emptied themselves. Darcie fell onto my chest, her head nestling beneath my chin. We lay there in the twinkling lights as we caught our breath, the sounds of the bullfrogs loud in the distance.
“I think this is my favorite place now.” She sighed.
“Good. You deserve a proper throne, Queen.”
She lifted her head, beaming at me. “I do. Don’t I?”
Laughing, we cleaned our mess and redressed. It was tempting to stay out there all night, but the kids would wake up and wonder where we were in the morning, and I loved waking to their smiling faces.
I once believed my life was set with my two brothers, the tattoo shop, and my bike. I fought against my attraction to Darcie, believing I wasn’t good for her. Thankfully, she hadn’t let me get away with it and pushed all my buttons until I admitted how much I wanted her… needed her. And now, I had more than I ever imagined possible.