Chapter 31
*~* Cannon *~*
The rec room was crazy last night with everyone drinking and using our pregnancy as an excuse to abuse the free bar. Neither I nor Barbara drank much. Me because I just don’t and Barbara because she’s having our first baby. Man, I am so excited about it.
I had the riot act read to me last night though by Barbara. I am not allowed to become an overbearing, overprotective monster. She has made that very clear from day one, though I don’t know why she would think that.
I suppose offering to carry her upstairs, asking if we could still have sex, and following her into the bathroom to see if she was okay didn’t help with that conclusion. What can I say? She’s my woman, and she’s carrying my first child. One of many, I hope.
She’s awake early this morning and in the shower.
I’ve been banned from joining her as she said she wanted to be up and at ‘em. She told me about Jamie and Molly’s idea for a second practice, and I told her to go for it.
I think she’d be darn good myself. If she falls pregnant this fast, I don’t know how much time she’d spend off work under the Family and Medical Leave Act.
It’s amazing what you have to learn when you go into business.
Not that my current employees are likely to be getting pregnant anytime soon.
Though I think we need to start looking for a receptionist at the crem.
It’s getting busy enough now that the guys are too busy to be running to answer the phone every five minutes.
Hearing the shower shut off, I wait for her to reappear before I get myself ready for the day ahead.
It’s damn early, I have to admit, but at least I’ll be up early enough to get first dibs on the breakfast food.
Watching as the door opens to the bathroom, I slip my legs off the bed ready to dive in there.
Instead of that, my mouth gapes open and I slip off the side of the bed, landing hard on my naked ass.
Standing there in biker boots and a pair of black leather boy shorts is my babe. Hotter than that, though, is the Bitter Slayers MC cut she has on over her naked upper body. Her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and she rocks the look of a fantasy biker bitch.
Walking over to me, she stands over me while I still haven’t fully recovered from this exquisite surprise. “What’s the matter, stud? Never seen a girl in her biker gear before?”
I don’t answer in words as I don’t have any.
I don’t have a voice even if I had words.
Grunting and growling, I stand up before her, take her ass in my hands and lift her high enough that she has to look down into my eyes.
Burying my face in her cleavage, I slobber and snuffle like a dog searching for its treats.
She must like this, as she throws her head back, sighing.
Squeezing her tight ass cheeks, my hands find a zipper in the shorts.
Looking up at her, she gives me a look that says, ‘What are you waiting for?’ That’s all I need as I open the zipper and part her pussy lips just enough to slip the head of my rock-hard dick inside her.
She tries to push down and force me deeper inside, but I hold her there, teasing her.
Denying her this, she pulls my head back into her chest, popping one of her nipples free and stuffing it into my mouth.
Gently biting and chewing it, has her moaning loudly.
Turning to the bed, I lower us onto it and slide in until I am fully seated.
Making long, slow thrusts from deep to almost pulling out has her squirming, and after several strokes, she is demanding I go harder and faster.
Getting louder in her demands, I place a hand over her mouth, stifling her cries.
Initially getting angry at this, it soon turns into more sexual desire as her need to make noise is denied.
I see the moment in her eyes when it turns from frustration to pleasure.
Feeling my own passion increase with this control over her, I give her what she wants, what we both want, and begin slamming into her. It only takes a few deep thrusts to have her orgasm rip through her. As soon as I feel her coming down from her first, I pull out, flip her over and slam back in.
Seeing her ass cheeks in the tight leather of her pants has me grunting as I push as deep and hard as I can. When I feel my climax rushing forward, I grab her ponytail and pull her against me. This has her pussy contracting on my hard cock and we both make guttural noises as we come together.
Staying seated until I am fully drained, and I am drained, I tell her how good that was. Wriggling out from under me, she rolls onto her back with an evil grin.
“You hadn’t ordered my cut, and I wasn’t going to remind you, so I went ahead and pushed Bank into getting it for me. I knew you wouldn’t be angry if I presented it in the right way.” She gives me a coy little smile as she says this.
“Normally I would have taken it off you before we did the deed, but you caught me completely off guard and you look so damn hot, my babe.” Leaning down, I give her a kiss. “Is this what you mean when you want to be up and at ‘em?”
“Yes, and I’ve had a thought. We’re going to need to get me some cheap faux leather cuts. I’m going to want at least one ripped off me at some point, and as we develop more role plays, I’m sure they’ll come in handy.”
Knowing exactly what she’s doing, we get started on round two, where I still don’t take off that cut or the boots, but the pants come off in record time.
Breakfast consists of whatever the other brothers didn’t fancy or have room for.
We get several looks from those still here when we surface from our room and walk shamelessly into the kitchen.
Pattie, Julia, and Anya all give Barbara a high five as she gets our coffee, and I fill two plates with whatever I can find.
Pattie and Anya ask if they can join us while we eat, but Julia starts the kitchen cleanup.
Pattie lets us know how much she is enjoying her role at the bar, and I notice how different she appears.
She was never a wallflower, but her confidence now is a tangible thing, where before it was almost defiance or bullheadedness.
It is certainly doing her a world of good and is a pleasure to behold.
Although I don’t see jealousy in Anya, I do see that she recognizes how far Pattie has come from her days as a club whore.
I think she wants some of that for herself but doesn’t know how to go about it.
Let’s be honest, Pres raised Pattie’s game when he recognized something in her.
I should talk to Barbara about this later and see if she has any ideas we can think of to help her.
As we finish our breakfast and coffee, Jamie pops into the kitchen, without seeing us, and grabs a coffee.
Turning, she takes a couple of steps towards the door and then notices she is not alone.
“Barbara!” She states rather obviously. “Come with me. You too, Cannon.” Then walks out without another word or backward glance.
We walk into Pres’ office dutifully tagging along, and we get a questioning look from him. “Jamie told us to come with her.”
Jamie looks up as though she’s only just seen us. “Oh. Yes, I did. I want witnesses.”
This shocks the hell out of me, and Barbara too, by the look on her face. Pres doesn’t look too impressed with her statement either.
“Why would you need a witness to speak with me, Jamie?” Pres leans back and steeples his fingers. That can mean many things, not least of which, he is pissed off.
“You said this concerned Bandit, and the last time you spoke to me about Bandit, you accused me of being party to his murder. That’s why.” Jamie gives him an evil look, and I can’t say I blame her.
“I thought we’d got over that,” Pres states.
“You thought wrong. How do you expect me to get over it? You haven’t said a word about it since that day, and there’s only one word I want to hear. If that isn’t the first word you utter, I’m outta here and old lady or not, I won’t be back in this clubhouse.”
“We can wait outside while you guys clear the air,” I say and start to stand.
“You can sit the fuck still. Your president disrespected me in front of you and Fury. If he can do that, he can apologize in front of people, just as easily.” Jamie is not backing down, and she sure as hell is taking no prisoners.
Pres sits and lets one minute roll into two. I can see he is angry, but I don’t know whether it’s with Jamie or himself. Honestly, Jamie is right and I hope he sees that. Admitting he’s wrong isn’t always one of his strong points, and I’m holding my breath to see which way he’s going to jump.
“I apologize. You're right. I disrespected you and should have known better. No excuses. I apologize unreservedly.”
Taking a breath, it sounds uncommonly loud in the quiet room, and I look at Jamie.
“Apology accepted. I’m not sorry for calling you a prick at that moment.”
“Don’t make a habit of it,” Pres tells her.
“Likewise,” she responds.
“Okay. Let’s call a truce on that chapter in our lives, shall we? What did you want Jamie for today?” Hopefully, now we can move on and find out what Pres wants.
“Tanner called me first thing and said they will release Bandit’s body to us. Like most of us, he left instructions as to how and what to do with him in the event of his death. He wants a cremation and his ashes scattered in the compound.”
“You’re not thinking of…” I don’t get to finish my sentence.
“Stop thinking with your dick, Cannon. I’m not suggesting we use the pet crem.
I spoke to Mr. Bentley at the funeral home and already made the arrangements with him.
” Pres shakes his head as though he’s explaining something to a child.
“I want to ask Jamie to say a few words at the service. I’ll be saying something, but most of what any of the brothers can say will be from their service days, and as much as I’m proud of you all for that, I’d like him to be remembered for more than his service to his country. ”
“I’m sure I can put a small eulogy together to honor a man who saved my life and was like a brother to me. When do you want to do it?” Jamie asks Pres.
“Tomorrow. I’ll be asking the prospects to watch the clubhouse while we’re at the funeral home. We’ll have Bandit taken straight to the home today, and we’ll use an empty casket for the procession from here to there.” Pres looks to have it all figured out.
“Jamie. On the subject of how Stephan got his hands on Bandit. It was a doctor at the rehab center who sold him out. They knew where he was, but Stephan paid a doctor to sign the papers to release him to them. They had him drugged and just walked him out in a wheelchair.” Pres nods as though this is the end of it.
“Which doctor? I’ll have them…” Jamie starts to say.
“No need. When Grazer came for Stephan's men, I personally made sure he took the good doctor with him. Bandit wasn’t his first ill treatment of a patient, but he was his last.” Pres has that look of finality about him that says it was the doctor’s last anything, including breath.
“I didn’t know Grazer had been for the men in the shed,” I say out loud.
“No surprise there, Cannon. You’ve had other things on your mind recently. I wasn’t going to risk distracting you with run-of-the-mill club shit. Maybe now you’ve knocked your old lady up, we can all get some peace around here?” He laughs out loud at his comment.
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up if I were you. He doesn’t have a lot of choice when it comes to our conjugal rights, and now I’m going to be hormonal, it can only go downhill for the rest of you.” Barbara gives Pres an outrageous wink that makes him groan and Jamie nod in agreement.