Chapter 13 Void
“Are you nervous?” I asked, tipping my chin down to look at my woman. She was fucking gorgeous in a red dress that showed off her curves without being too revealing. I thought she looked good enough to eat.
For this first dinner meeting with Isabella’s family, we kept it simple. I was the only one attending. In the future, Becca might bring all of us.
She reached for my hand and squeezed. “What do you think?”
“Maybe.” I winked at her. “Not regretting this, right?”
She shook her head, bouncing her thick black curls. “No. I still can’t believe you found my birth mother’s family.”
“And they’re excited to meet you.”
“They are. It’s sweet.” She inhaled and exhaled. Twice. “Okay. Ring the doorbell.”
Isabella Romano had been an heiress. She was born into wealth, and that was obvious as the door opened and we stepped inside what I could only describe as a mansion. Something straight out of a fucking magazine with too much cream and gold in the décor, along with grapes.
It was a good idea that we dressed up for this dinner because the invitation that was sent to Becca said casual, and these people all looked like they were going somewhere fancy, like the opera or a wedding.
I chose a black dress jacket and matching slacks, my best shoes that weren’t boots, and a white button-down shirt. Even my belt was shiny and new. Tell me I didn’t love this woman because I even got a haircut.
Her stepbrother, a biker, was always fucking her every chance I got. What a conversation opener. How would she deflect questions about how we met? This could be a fun night.
Becca lightly smacked my arm, and I focused on the couple who greeted us. They were older, probably in their sixties, but obviously had the money to afford good healthcare. None of that mattered if it didn’t bother Becca.
I only cared if they were kind and treated her well.
The woman, Francesca, smiled as she stared at Becca. Her eyes misted as she reached out her hands, touching Becca’s. “My goodness, you look just like Isabella. It’s astonishing.”
Becca returned her smile with a genuine one. “It’s lovely to meet you both, Francesca and Tony. Thank you for having us.”
“Of course,” Tony replied, stepping aside. “Please come in. Dinner will be served shortly.”
The evening started uneventfully. Polite conversation. Introductions. The type of stilted, stifling shit I hated. But this wasn’t about me. I wasn’t so consumed with my ego that I would take this away from Becca.
She seemed to be enjoying herself, but her smile was a little too forced. No one else noticed but me. And only because I watched her so often, I knew all her mannerisms and expressions. She couldn’t hide them from me.
The dinner, if you could call it that, was fancy shit on big plates with small amounts of food. Lots of colorful parts and hardly any flavor. My stomach growled as I sat there, hoping it didn’t betray me. I really just wanted a big fat steak and a loaded baked potato.
I figured this would be the only time we ever came to visit until I heard a commotion, and someone entered the house.
Whoever it was ran toward us, heels clicking on the marble floors before appearing in the room where we sat discussing art.
A woman who looked remarkably like Becca, only old enough to be her mother, rushed up to my ol’ lady.
“Are you Becca?”
“Meredith,” Francesca scolded.
“Don’t mind her. She’s so stuffy.”
I snorted, unable to hide my humor.
Becca just grinned. “I feel like I should know you.”
“Yes, you should. I’m your mother’s twin sister, Meredith. Your aunt,” she clarified. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Becca, then hugged her close. “I’m so sorry we never found you. We wanted to. I wanted to. It’s my biggest regret.”
Becca spent over an hour sitting beside her aunt as they talked, laughed, and even shed a few tears. My hand rose to my chest as I watched my girl heal and gain closure for a missing part of her life. It was beautiful to witness.
“So, you’ll come? Next weekend?”
“Sure.” Becca glanced my way. “I should warn you that I have, uh, three guys, not just one.”
Meredith looked amused. “Three? Well, I’ve got plenty of room. We’ll lounge on the beach and go sailing. Whatever you want as long as we’re spending some quality time getting to know one another.”
I could see how much the invitation touched Becca. This was just what she needed. “I’d love that.”
“Then it’s settled.”
We said our goodbyes, and Becca clenched my hand as we walked to my Mustang. She only released my hand long enough for us both to buckle in, then reached for me again.
“Void.”
“I hear excitement,” I laughed.
“And happiness. I have family. People who love me.” She blinked, fighting tears for the fifth time tonight. “I know I have a family, but this is Isabella’s lineage. They’re wonderful.”
“All of them?” I asked, hiding a smile.
“Well, the grandparents will take some getting used to. Maybe we could invite them to a biker party in the bar.”
I chuckled at the thought. “Sure. Might loosen them right up.”
“Meredith is wonderful, isn’t she? I love her already.”
“Yeah, she seems nice. And very rich,” I added.
Becca lightly slapped my arm. “Stop.”
“What? You’ve gone your whole life not knowing them. You deserved to be spoiled.”
“Oh? Is that so? How about you, Rev, and Diesel spoil me? For hours.”
“I’m down.” I paused. “Wait. I’m up. Wanna see?”
She giggled before reaching over and palming my dick through my pants, which only made me grow harder faster. “I can see that.”
“I’m thinking you need to show me what a bad girl you can be while I’m driving. I want to see your pretty red lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I drove away from the house as Becca slowly unfastened my belt. She was toying with me, and it only increased my need for her. Her slender fingers dragged the zipper down, freeing my cock before she was bending over me, deep throating my entire length as my hips jerked upward.
“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me, Blackbird?”
“Just make you come, Void. That’s my master plan. Make you come so hard you have to focus on the road, so you don’t wreck.”
“That’s a lot to ask.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll lick every drop clean.”
Groaning, I had to force myself not to watch her head bobbing, gripping the steering wheel as I lightly swayed my hips.
If this was my future, I had zero complaints.
“Later, I want to watch you take Rev and Diesel again. Both in your sweet, tight pussy.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“And marrying us? Marrying me?”
She sucked on the head of my dick, and I nearly slammed my head back against the seat. “It’s all three of you or none of you.”
“You’re perfect. You know that, right? So fucking perfect, little sister.”
“Only for you, big brother.”
We had kinks. So what?
Life was too short not to enjoy it.