Chapter Thirty-Eight
Grizz
We decide to have Thanksgiving at our house, just the five of us, the day before.
The club always does big events at the clubhouse for holidays, so tomorrow, we will be there.
Just like we were for Halloween, and just like we will be for Christmas.
Though, this year, we’re having Christmas Eve there too—which is new.
Coyote and Shark are working hard at building more traditions and strengthening relationships.
It won’t happen overnight, but I think it’ll help in the long run.
But Tommy and Kelsey convinced me to do something here too, wanting to start our own tradition as well.
I’m not sure it’ll stick, since we will get an official vote on whether or not Tommy will be our newest prospect this Saturday, but I guess we will see.
And him joining the club doesn’t mean we have to stop doing stuff at home.
Family and food… who can say no to that? Especially Thanksgiving. I’ll eat that food every damn day without complaining.
Kelsey has been feeling better and she insisted on cooking everything today. We all offered to help, but she only took Anastacia up on the offer. So Tommy and I are sitting on the couch, watching football with beers, while Dorothea is in her bouncer, happily cooing away.
A loud laugh comes from the kitchen, and I can’t help but smile.
“They’re getting along well,” Tommy says. “Especially the last couple of weeks.”
“It’s great.”
“Yeah, it really is. Kels didn’t have many friends back home, which made moving easier, but she did have some friends. It’s nice that her and Anastacia get along.”
I take a swig of my beer, before saying, “You think she’s okay with the baby?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “She loves the baby.”
“And how about you?”
Nodding absently, he says, “Sometimes it makes me sad, but I’m happy for you and Anastacia. I appreciate that you let us into your life, Grizz. Maybe we weren’t meant to be parents, but aunt and uncle is a good second.”
I have to take a breath to shove away the emotion. It breaks my heart that he’s forced to feel that way.
“You’re my brother, Tommy. Of course I’ll let you into my life. I trust you with everything. And you two are going to be the best aunt and uncle ever.”
His gaze goes to the baby, a soft smile appearing on his face. “She’s never going to be able to date.”
I bark out a laugh, startling her.
“Shit.” I slap my hand over my mouth, then laugh quietly.
“Between us and the club?” Tommy adds, laughing again.
“You know the girls will fight us tooth and nail on that one. Though, she’s not the only one we have to worry about.”
“What does that mean?”
“Shark’s having a kid too. His girl’s pregnant.”
“No shit?” He huffs a laugh, finishing his beer and getting to his feet. “They know it’s a girl?”
“Nah, I don’t think so, but regardless…”
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “No matter what, we have everyone’s backs.”
I tip my beer to him. “Exactly.”
“You want another?” he asks.
“If you don’t mind.”
He goes into the kitchen and comes back out a moment later with two beers.
“How’s it going in there?” I ask.
“I got threatened.”
“Aw fuck.” I chuckle.
“Next time we need a beer, we need to ask first. Kels actually suggested taking a few at a time, and I told her they’d get warm. She told me to go out to the garage and get the cooler.”
I laugh harder, shaking my head. “At least they’re getting along.”
“Yeah. At least that.”
“Get your ass over here and sit on my face.”
Anastacia laughs, shaking her head coyly.
“I don’t know why you think I’m kidding.” I hold my arms out. “I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting.”
I’ve been on the bed for a while now, waiting for her to come in here and do what I just said. I’ve been thinking about it all day.
“I told you I need to shower,” she argues, but with hardly any fight.
“Fuck no,” I growl. “I don’t want to taste soap. I want to taste your pussy. Come here.”
“Grizz,” she gasps, her lips slowly turning up into a smile.
“What?”
She rolls her eyes playfully, biting on her bottom lip before slowly walking to the side of the bed.
I point to my face. “If you don’t get over here right now, I will do it for you.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“Wouldn’t I?” I raise a brow.
With a sigh, she pulls her shirt off, then her shorts.
“Bra too…”
“Grizz, you know it makes a mess.”
“Bra too,” I repeat, this time more firmly.
With a shy smile, she takes the bra off, dropping it to the floor. Her tits are so full, and I know they’re sore sometimes so I try not to touch them too often, but they tempt me all the time.
I slide down the bed, pointing to my face again.
“Your ride is waiting.” I chuckle when she laughs, but crawls onto the bed.
Being playful with her… it’s my favorite thing. I only let my close friends see this part of me, and I never thought I would be comfortable enough with a woman for this. But seeing her laugh, knowing it’s because of me… nothing beats it.
“I know what you’re doing,” I grumble as she moves at a snail’s pace.
“Me? I’m not doing anything,” she says, batting her eye lashes.
With a growl, I lunge for her and pull her over me, gripping onto her ass to shove her up to my face. I dive in, sliding my tongue into her. She cries out, her fingers digging into my scalp.
Every time she rocks on my face, I hold her in place. I don’t want this to end. I want to savor her all night long.
Of course I know that won’t happen. She gets so sensitive after she comes and doesn’t like me to keep going. But I could give her a break… then go again.
“Grizz, that feels so good,” she moans, her fingers raking through my hair.
I wish I could see her better. Watch the curve of her back, or her thick thighs around my face.
I imagine her long, dark hair cascading down her back, and something about that is so fucking sexy.
Her pussy swells, which tells me she’s close.
It’s such a giveaway. She can never hide it from me.
I moan as I lick her sweet cunt, suck on her clit, and make sure she knows how much I’m enjoying this.
Her body shakes, gasps getting closer together.
My dick is so hard, I may come just like this.
I wouldn’t care if I did, either. I want her to see what she does to me.
I want her to know that I love her just like this, that I am so damn attracted to her that it makes me crazy.
“Oh, god... Grizz! Yes, right there…”
My dick is throbbing, and I can’t stop licking her.
Her pussy flutters, gushing as she comes and drenching my face and beard.
She rides my face hard. I can’t breathe.
But if I’m going to die, this is how I want to go—with my girl’s cunt on my face, crying out my name and telling me how good I make her feel.
Thankfully, I do not die. She sits back, resting her ass on my chest and I suck in air. She’s gasping too, her tits leaking.
“Angel, fuck,” I groan, swiping at her nipple and licking the milk away.
She laughs, running a hand through her hair.
“Now I really need to shower.”
“I’ll allow it.”
“Oh, you’ll allow it, hm?” Playfulness dances in her eyes.
“That’s what I said, Angel. Though, I wouldn’t be mad if you stayed here.” I nip at her thigh, and she yelps. “I could lick you some more.”
“No way.” She shakes her head, then looks over her shoulder. When she turns back to me, she’s grinning.
“What?” I ask cautiously.
She scoots herself down my body, until she’s over my thighs. Before I can argue, she frees my dick and sinks onto me. I almost erupt right there.
“Jesus fuck!”
She rocks her hips forward and backward slowly. I hold onto her, trying to hold onto my sanity, too, but she makes me lose my mind. I’m so fucking hard and needing to come that there’s no way it’s even a minute before I do.
With a satisfied smile, she stands and offers me her hand.
“Come shower with me.”
“You think I can move after that?”
She rolls her eyes, urging her hand toward me. “Come on. Before the baby wakes up.”
With a huff, I get up and we hurry across the hall and into the bathroom, naked. We do that often and laugh about it. It’s unlikely Tommy or Kelsey would come down here and see us, but there’s still a chance of it.
I’m in the middle of washing my hair when Dorothea starts to cry.
“Shit,” Anastacia mutters.
“I got it,” I say, quickly rinsing my hair.
“You didn’t wash up yet.”
“Well, neither did you, and you wanted this shower.”
I kiss her quickly, then get out and dry off as fast as I can. I throw on a pair of shorts that I grab from my dresser, then get the baby. I try to soothe her, but she’s hungry—that much I can tell. We’ve learned what her cries mean, and this one definitely means she’s hungry.
When Anastacia is awake, she likes to feed her herself, so I do my best to occupy Dorothea while she finishes up.
The rocking chair in the corner of the room barely fits my ass, but I carefully sit on it and rock, running my finger along Dorothea’s chin and cheeks.
“You are the sweetest little baby,” I tell her softly. “You’re so beautiful, and so sweet. And you’re going to grow up to be amazing just like your mama.”
Her crying lessens, but she’s still upset. I keep talking to her, hoping my voice will soothe her at least a little. That’s what I live for now, after all.