Thirty-Five
I had no idea where to take us, so I just drove the damn camper thing, after taking way longer than necessary to struggle to turn the bastard around on this narrow road. Camille’s giggles at my attempted three-hundred point turn didn’t help me with the navigation, but I got there in the end.
I couldn’t wait until I could ride again, and have her wrapped around me on my bike. We could go all kinds of places, and she could get to experience it the way she always should have. With me. On my fucking bike. It still pissed me off that Reacher was the one to do that first, even if he had been rushing her to me, to stop me doing something monumentally dumb.
“Hey, let’s go there!” Camille suddenly pointed to a sign, and I groaned. She wanted to go to a fucking medieval village. Seriously? I turned to make a joke about it, but she looked so fucking excited that I didn’t have the heart to argue, following the signs to the fucking place.
It was lame, just like I knew it would be, but she drank in every sight like it was the best thing she’d ever seen. She sampled every food offering, and giggled over the stalls selling all kinds of weird shit, and it took me too long to realise what she was doing.
She was living every fucking moment like a goddess. She was absorbing everything like it was her last day to enjoy anything. Maybe that’s exactly what the day was, for both of us.
And hey… once I gave into that urge along with her, I started to see the place wi th new eyes, even willingly going on some tour around a bloody medieval dungeon. It definitely wasn’t the kind of dungeon I’d like to see her in, but we had a laugh the whole time.
Also, married fuck number six was a doozy. There was this little outbuilding that wasn’t part of the tour, but nobody caught us as we slipped under the barrier rope, and went around the back of it. We knew we only had minutes, and we knew we could get caught. While that was a real thrill for me, Camille was still getting used to my exhibitionist side, and finding her own, but she was trying.
I backed her up against the wall of the building, and I fucked her good and hard, fast, frantic, you know, like it was the last fuck. Did I have to keep a hand over her mouth to shut her up? Yeah, fucking right I did. The woman has no idea how to be quiet when she’s being railed, and if not for the sound of someone approaching just as I was trying to finish her off, after me, because I’d been a real bastard and got mine first, it would have been perfect. We were ushered out of there pretty quick, when the security guy discovered us. He wasn’t buying our ‘we got lost’ bullshit, any more than anyone would.
As soon as we made it back to the camper, I dragged my woman down onto the carpeted floor and hauled her jeans back down, using my tongue to drive her into screaming oblivion. Naturally I was hard as a rock after that, so married fuck number seven happened right on the floor of the camper, and it was perfect. Well, even with her worrying about getting carpet burn on her ass.
We lay together on the floor after we’d fucked, just enjoying the time together as we tried to calm our hearts and breathing back down again.
“Married fuck seven is my favourite so far,” I murmured, stroking Camille’s hair back from her damp face.
“Yeah… it was good… I mean, six was hotter than I expected. When that guy almost caught us… I didn’t expect that to be so exciting.”
“See? I told you. Fucking in public places is amazing. It’s always a thrill. Never knowing if some bastard is gonna walk up and catch you… yeah, it’s a buzz. Wait ‘til I fuck you in the clubhouse bar, where any of my brothers can catch us. There’s a little alcove I’ve been wanting to try. I could shove you in there, and rail you up against that wall. Anyone catches us, they’ll see more of me than they ever wanted to.”
Cammy
I t shouldn’t have sounded appealing to me, but I think Stitch was unlocking a side of me I’d never known was even there inside me.
We’d eaten so much while we were out that we didn’t need an evening meal, so we made the bed, and slid between the covers, falling asleep almost immediately.
When I was woken the next morning, it was by married fuck number eight. Stitch was easing his cock inside me from behind, and strumming my clit, and I couldn’t believe it hadn’t woken me sooner, but it was amazing. What a way to wake up. What a way to start a day that might end in heartache.
Stitch’s fingers drove me right over the edge, and my orgasm destroyed the control he had over himself, because he followed me a few thrusts later.
“Morning wifey.”
“Morning hubster.”
“Hubster? Really?”
I giggled. “Just trying it out.”
I felt Stitch kissing the back of my neck, but he was laughing as he did.
“I’m vetoing that one, Camille. Just no. No hubster.”
I wriggled as his lips moved behind my ear, tickling me, while simultaneously sending a shiver down my spine.
“We need to get up at some point, but I wanted to wake you with my cock, since you made it so hard with all that whimpering you were doing in your sleep. You sounded just like you do when I’m fucking you so hard you can’t breathe right.”
Jesus. He was going to have me squirming again in no time at all.
When Stitch suddenly stopped nuzzling me, and reached for the buzzing phone beside the bed, I didn’t realise things were about to change in an instant, but that’s how life works, right?
“It’s my sister. ”
He answered it on speaker, which surprised me, but then I guess he figured if he couldn’t speak in front of his wife, then who could he speak in front of?
“Hey sweets, what’s up?”
There was a pause, and then she spoke, and even though I didn’t know her very well, I could tell she sounded worried.
“Am I on speaker, Seth?”
Stitch groaned. “Yes, but I’m here with my wife, so you can talk, yeah? If my brothers were here, you’d get hell for not using my road name. I’ve told you this before.”
“Will you just shut up for a minute?”
She sounded frightened rather than pissed off, and I know Stitch was instantly on edge, sitting up with the phone resting in his hand. I sat up with him, ready to move if we had to.
“You okay?”
I heard something rustling on the other end of the phone.
“I… there are letters for you. Here at the house. I think they’ve been here a while.” Stitch’s face dropped, and I grabbed his free hand, feeling him squeezing my fingers. Letters. Maybe the very letters he’d been waiting for.
“Uh… from the hospital?”
“Yes. Oh god, Seth, why are there three of them? I’m scared.” From the look on my husband’s face, I knew she wasn’t alone in that fear, because we were both feeling it too.
“Three? Jesus, that can’t be good.” His voice was surprisingly strong, but he shot me a worried look.
“How long have they been there, sweets? I’ve been waiting for something, you know that.”
She groaned, rustling more papers, or maybe the same damn ones that might be about to ruin three lives.
“I just came back today, and they were waiting.”
“Today? What do you mean, just today? You’ve… have you been at the fucking clubhouse this whole time? Without me? Reacher hasn’t been there either, for fuck’s sake.”
She sighed heavily, and there was more rustling.
“You need to come home, Seth. These are probably important, and no, don’t ask me to open them and read them to you. I’m… I’m too scared to.”
Stitch threw back the covers, and slid out of bed.
“I’m getting ready right now. I’ll meet you at the clubhouse as soon as I can, uh… how far away are we, babe?”
“An hour? Hour and a half maybe?”
“Yeah, we’ll meet you there in two hours, tops.”
There was too long a pause.
“You want me to go back to the clubhouse? I just got home.”
Stitch was already sliding into his jeans and cursed out loud.
“Don’t fucking push me on this, Elise. Those letters are the most important fucking mail I’ve ever received. You’re another hour away from the clubhouse. Please don’t make me wait even longer.”
“No. You’re right. I’ll uh… I’ll go back… there. Drive safe, Seth. It could be good news.”
“Yeah, three letters are bound to be good news. Jesus fuck! Be safe, sweets. I’ll see you as soon as I can.”
He ended the call and stared at me, all motion suddenly ceasing.
“Jesus. This is it. Clearly today is meant to be the day we get the answers, babe.” He stood frozen for a moment, so I grabbed his hands and squeezed them, waiting until he met my eyes again. I nodded at him, trying to show him that he could do this, that it might not be bad news, that I’d be with him no matter what. I’m sure he got none of that, but I hoped that the sentiment would permeate the universe somehow and let me keep the man I loved so much.
I released his hands, hurrying him along, until we were both dressed and freshened up, with me behind the wheel, because I was worried he was too preoccupied to drive.
Stitch
N o matter what kind of front I put on, the truth was that I didn’t want those damn letters. Why were there three? Was it bad news and then they’d chased me up when I didn’t answer? Was I supposed to be back there for urgent surgery or fucking treatment? Was it something else?
I had no idea how long the letters had even been there, because Jesus, how long was it since we’d returned to the clubhouse, and with so much happening since, it hadn’t even occurred to me that the letters would be there at my registered address.
Even more curious was why the hell my baby sister hadn’t gone straight back to the house when I went on my impromptu honeymoon. Why the hell did she stick around there without me? Who the hell would she spend time with? Who the fuck had been entertaining her in my absence? If anyone had hit on her or made her uncomfortable, I’d kill them.
“Stop stewing over there and talk to me.”
I turned to look at my gorgeous wife, sitting behind the wheel and effortlessly driving this huge piece of crap like it was a piece of piss. It was an unwieldy bastard, particularly on some of these stupid little roads, and truthfully I hated driving the damn thing. I missed my bike, and I missed that sense of freedom that you can only get from two wheels.
“Sorry. I was just wondering why the fuck Elise didn’t go straight home when we left. Why stick around without me?”
Camille shrugged. “It’s not her fault she missed the letters, Stitch. Isn’t she entitled to live her life how she wants to?”
“Not around my fucking brothers, no. You’ve seen what they’re like. She’s… she’s innocent, babe, she’s too fucking pure for those bastards.”
Camille was giggling. “You talk like she’s some virginal teen who’ll naively get deflowered by one of the men you love like a brother.”
I slammed my hand down on the dashboard.
“If they have, I’ll fucking kill them. I don’t even care who it is. Nobody touches my damn sister.”
“Wait, Stitch, it’s not up to you. She’s not a kid. What is she, twenty something?”
“Twenty fucking one, Camille. Too young for the depraved shit those fuckers are into. Jesus… What do we have there, let’s see… hmmm… well we have the sick fucker who enjoys group sex and setting fire to people, the one who treats women like whores, just to prove his name is ironic. Oh… the child-star turned fucking porn-star, I don’t know… which of these fine examples of men is good enough for her? No. Fucking. One.”
Camille rolled her eyes. “Don’t come at her about this. If she’s interested in one of your brothers, it’s not your place to stop that happening.”
I curled my hand into a fist.
“Not. Happening. I’m their fucking VP, and I’ll kick them out of the club. No… that’s not enough. I’ll fucking castrate them, then kick them out. Oh… or maybe I should stitch their mouth too. I mean, what’s a suitable penalty for fucking my sister?”
Camille ignored me for a minute, concentrating on the road. Wow, from the motorway sign I just saw, we were already getting close. Forty minutes to go, maybe.
“She’s too good for a man like me, babe. That’s all I’m saying. We may act like we’re not just barbarian criminals, but essentially we still are.”
“Maybe we women like a bit of barbarian in our men.”
Cammy
S titch gagged dramatically, and set me off giggling again.
“I’m just saying, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Stitch.”
He started tapping away at his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Asking Reacher who the fuck has been near my sister in my absence.”
I reached out and batted his phone out of his hand, knocking it onto the floor somewhere by his feet, while he let out a curse and started scouring the floor for it.
“Think about what you’re doing, Stitch. Your grown sister deserves her privacy. You go snooping and all you’ll do is piss her off. Do you really want to be pushing her away right now?”
He shoved a hand through his blonde hair and cursed.
“Can you maybe not be right quite so often, babe? You’re showing me up. I used to be the calm one. The one who stepped in and defused trouble between brothers, and now I’m the one raging and being an ass. I swear, this isn’t me.”
Then he started rummaging for his phone again.
“The other question, dear wifey, is why she sounded reluctant to go back there. I mean, you caught that, right? She didn’t want to go back. If one of them hurt her-”
“If they did, you can stitch their balls to their mouths for all I care, but make sure you listen to her first, okay?”
“Jesus, I fucking love you. That’s a great idea, too. Maybe I’ll just threaten them all with that, if they even look at her. That should put a stop to any interest in her.”
He was even more of a caveman with his sister than with me, and it was a shock, but then maybe his response was more extreme right now because of what awaited him back at the clubhouse. Maybe it had nothing to do with his sister and her virginity, perceived or otherwise. Maybe it was just easier to focus on that right now.
“So there isn’t a single one of them you’d be happy to see Elise with?”
Stitch let out a curse and dropped his phone again just as he found it.
“Crap, will you stop distracting me, woman? Got it. Bastard slipped under the seat.”
Ten minutes later we were on the slip road, leaving the motorway and heading into town. Another five minutes and we’d be at the clubhouse. Our future, whatever it might be, was waiting just past a set of heavy steel gates, and as I reached them, and we waited for the prospects to pull them open, Stitch grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed it tightly in his .
“This is it, babe. Whatever happens now, I’m so thankful for the time we’ve had together.”
“Don’t try saying goodbye to me yet, asshole. You’re not getting rid of me that quickly.”