Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
FREAK
Leaving Trixie with a kiss that proved I could make even an ex-club girl blush, and a rolling eyed Ace with a ruffle of his hair, I go first to Bullseye. There I prepare to make my first confession.
“You’re dicing with death asking for a meeting when I haven’t even had coffee let alone breakfast.” He glares at me from behind his desk.
I don’t want to deal with a hangry prez any longer than necessary, so I don’t make him wait. “Toni left still breathing.”
“So I’m aware. Winchester already told me.
” He stands, walks to the window and stares out.
“Been thinking whether I should demote you or take you patch altogether. You disobeyed an order, Freak.” Fuck, I hadn’t realised he’d take it so seriously.
“You’re going to have to explain to the brothers why you’ve let a risk to our safety walk free. I’ll leave the decision to them.”
“I made her promise she’d let me know where she ends up. We can get the local Kings to keep an eye on her.”
He spins on his heels, turning to face me. “You might have minimised the risk, but didn’t erase it. And it all depends on her fulfilling that promise and not disappearing into the wind.”
“My bargaining chip was Ace. He’s her only family. While there’s to be no contact before he turns eighteen, after that it’s up to him.” I shrug. “If she wants to hear from him, she’s got to provide her contact details to me, and behave herself in the meantime.”
He stares as if looking down into my soul. A beat passes, then he shakes his head. “Up to you whether you can make that fly with the brothers. I’ll call church later and we’ll have a vote.”
A vote on my future. I hadn’t seen that coming. Which almost negates the second item on my agenda. If I’m out bad, I’ll have nothing to offer Trixie.
“You’re not removing yourself from my office,” he observes. “Whatever else you’ve got to say, spit it out. I need my coffee.”
Inwardly grimacing, I take a breath. Here it goes. “I’ve asked Trixie to be my ol’ lady.”
He stiffens, his eyes bore into me. He barks a laugh and wiggles his finger in his ear. “I seem to have a problem with my hearing. Could you fuckin’ repeat that?”
“I want Trixie as my ol’ lady.”
He snorts. “You going soft in your old age? Or did you fall and injure your head?”
“I’m completely sane,” I growl. “I said what I said. I need to have her released from her obligations as club property.”
“A whore?” he snorts. “Have you thought about…”
Slashing my hand through the air, I snarl, “I’ve thought about it. Nearly lost my chance as I almost fell into the trap of thinking I deserved better. Until my son pointed out I was as much of a whore as her.”
“Is it April Fool’s Day?”
“I’m deadly serious.” My tone leaves him in no doubt of my intentions.
He stares at me for a few seconds, then barks a laugh. “Church is sure going to be interesting.” He pauses, then asks, “Got anything else to lay on me?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Then get the fuck out of here.”
I waste no time getting the fuck out. Knowing Bullseye will be heading straight for the kitchen, remembering there’s a kitchenette in the bunkhouse where I can at least make my own coffee, I return there.
I start a pot, fill two cups, grab a soda for Ace, then, carefully navigating the stairs carrying two coffees with the can under my arm, I make my way up to Trixie’s room.
I knock, she opens the door. Her eyes gleam, and her hands make gimme gestures toward one of the cups that I’m holding. As I pass it across, she grins. “Is this the old lady treatment, Freak?”
Leaving over to kiss her cheek, I chuckle. “Can’t see much wrong with that, babe.” I glance around. “Where’s Ace?”
Her mouth twists. “Short called him. Trip got upset about something, and Short thought Ace could get him interested in a game or something. He’s such a good kid, Freak. He didn’t hesitate.”
“Ace was a handful at Trip’s age,” I tell her, as I motion her over to the bed.
When she sits, I plant myself beside her, and take a sip of my own coffee.
“He’s learned to control himself better now he’s older, but Trip’s so much younger.
And he’s not had a stable environment until recently so he’s finding his feet. ”
“He’s still giving Dum ‘reading’ lessons.”
I chuckle along with her. Yeah, I suspect Dum’s level of literacy lacks nothing, but he’s a good man and just pretends for Trip. The ploy has helped Short’s adopted son’s reading and speech come on leaps and bounds.
“I’m curious,” I start, taking a sip of my own coffee. “Is it only Dum who can’t read, or is it Dee as well? For all I know he could be teaching both of them.”
Her brow furrows. “It’s definitely only Dum.”
I chuckle. “But how can you tell? They both look alike.”
“You can’t tell them apart?” She snorts. “You’re kidding me, aren’t you?”
My eyes sharpen. “You really know which is Dum and which Dee?”
“Duh.”
Rubbing my eyes, I ask, “Do you think I need glasses?”
“No, I think you need to stop just seeing a prospect when you look at them. Once you see them as individuals, the difference becomes clear.”
My old lady speaks wisely. “They’re just prospects.” I shrug. After she’s predictably rolled her eyes, I raise a brow toward her. “How are your ribs?”
“Sore, but then they will be for a while.” She preempts my next question. “I’ve taken painkillers.”
I finish my coffee, and noticing her cup is also empty, I place both down. “Now it’s time to say ‘good morning’ properly.” I hold back for a moment. She gives me the full steam ahead signal with a softening of her eyes.
Gently I pull her to me, enfolding her in my arms. On the same wavelength, our mouths meet and meld.
Christ. Will I ever get tired of kissing this woman?
She’s soft, giving, her taste so damn sweet, seasoned by toothpaste and coffee, and those moans coming out of her mouth drive me wild.
My cock lengthens and I subtly reach down to adjust myself.
If she’s willing and not in too much pain, I’m going to make love to my old lady.
I’m nervous, fuck knows why. I’ve fucked more times than I can remember, and while it was years back, I’m not a complete stranger to her body. But, subject to church later, this is hopefully the start of our new life together. I don’t want to disappoint her, something I’ve never had to worry about.
“I want you, Trixie. But not if you’re not ready, or if your ribs are too painful.”
“What ribs?” she answers, moving her body to straddle me, then winces and places her hand to her chest.
“Trix,” I growl, not liking seeing her hurting.
“Just give me a moment.” Which, of course, I do. Then she leans forward and initiates another kiss, one which we both put our all into, tongues dancing, teeth clashing, the whole works. When we finally come up for air, she places her lips close to my ear and whispers, “I want you so much. But…”
“I’ll be gentle and we’ll see what works.
” Nibbling her neck, I’m gratified by the sigh that comes from her.
With shaking hands that I don’t seem able to control, I slide the straps of the nightie – the one she wore during the night and I allowed her to keep on out of deference to Ace – down her arms, then push the rest of the material until it’s bunched around her waist baring her bounteous breasts to my eyes.
With one hand on her back, I place kisses to her shoulder, then continue my caresses until I reach her nipples, there I start suckling, teasing my tongue around her areole.
She makes more of those enticing sounds that are starting to drive me wild.
But as my actions get more fevered, she winces, and I pull away.
“Lie back,” I tell her, then wink when I catch her eye. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
She looks startled, as she should be. I’m not known for giving any one head, and definitely not to the club girls.
But this is my woman, I want to please her, and as for myself, I want to discover how she tastes.
Carefully, using her arms to balance her downward movement, she lies flat on the bed.
I now remove the nightgown completely from her, and relieve her of her panties as well.
I take a moment to feast my eyes. This is the only naked female body I’ll see for the rest of my life.
And fuck me, that thought doesn’t bother me.
That one night we had together, I didn’t take the time to really look at her.
When I rectify that now, she doesn’t disappoint.
She might not be the slenderest I’ve ever had in my bed, but what man enjoys fucking a skeleton?
That pouch above her mound? I adore it. Her breasts are a kind of medium, just right, not too small, just enough for my hands.
She’s soft with curves, not hard and angular.
My dick impatiently throbs. Even the pale red lines, remnants of the injuries inflicted by her ex don’t detract from her.
“Keep still and be a good girl.” That’s all the warning she gets before I force open her legs and plant my face into her pussy, for a second just breathing in the aroma that’s all hers.
If it were possible to get any harder, her perfume would achieve that result.
I’m already addicted, and I haven’t yet tasted her.
I suck her clit into my mouth, loving the gasp that comes. In no rush, I want to draw this out, I tease her with my tongue, knowing I’m ramping up her desire.
She’s already wet, her pussy weeping, I sweep up her honey relishing her flavour, my tastebuds going wild. Wanting more, I press my tongue inside her, using my hand on her mound to still her movements. I take it this is something that she likes.
“Freak, please…”
I’m not quite sure who I’m torturing most. Me, or her. Maybe at some point I’ll have the patience to edge her, but for now I just want to see her fly apart. Replacing my tongue with my fingers and curling them up inside her, I go back to sucking her clit that’s now peeping out from under its hood.
“Freak, Freak…” Her hands are clasping the sheets.
Increasing my movements, I feel her body tensing, I continue my ministrations, knowing she’s climbing higher and higher as I eat her out like a starving man.
Her back bows off the bed, she stills, then starts convulsing, her body pulsing around my fingers as though she’s trying to pull them inside.
For a second I swear she stops breathing.
“Oh, Freak, oh. Fuckin’ hell. Ouch, that hurts. No, don’t stop Freak. Ow, ow, ow.”
With a few last circles of my tongue around her clit, I lift my mouth, look at her face, and rear back, unable to tell if her expression is one of ecstasy or torture.
“Oh, fuck, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Just give me a minute,” she manages to huff out, her arms cradling her body.
I give her the time, watching her intently, as her expression shifts from a smile to a grimace then back again. Finally, she relaxes and starts breathing normally, if shallowly.
I can’t resist asking, “So, was that you faking it?”
She bursts out laughing. Big mistake. “Oh, fuck, Freak. Don’t make me laugh. And what do you think?”
“Well, according to you, a mere mortal man can’t tell.”
“Stop, Freak. Just stop.” Her mouth curves as she tries not to give into her mirth. Once her breathing has steadied again, she places her hands on the bed to support her and gingerly pushes herself up. “I don’t think I can take any more for now.”
Immediately I sober, I have to put her needs first. Though my dick could hammer nails, she’s in pain and needs time to recover.
I hide my disappointment, and just relish in my pride that I’d done something that was just for her.
She surprises me when she slides off the bed, lowers to her knees, and uses her hands to position my legs where she wants them.
Situating herself between my thighs, she pulls down my zipper, takes out my cock, licks it from the stem to tip, then looks up at me with her head tilted to one side.
“I presume you’ll settle for a blow job?”
Would I. “Just get to it, woman,” I growl.