Chapter Ninetine Dragon
“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” I say as I pound into Liza.
She feels so fucking good, when she walked into my room this morning taking off her clothes and climbing into bed I could not say fucking no.
She had got back from bringing the boys to daycare at the clubhouse and apparently was feeling that she needed her man.
Even though she is still denying that I am her man, we have been hooking up again pretty regularly for the past month and a half since we fucked in the shower that day.
Every single time she tells me it means nothing, but I know that she knows it means something.
Just looking in her eyes as I’m buried inside of her, you can see it in her eyes.
As much as I love her, she loves me that much too.
I don’t need her to say it to me, I can fucking see it every time she looks at me.
I groan as I feel her pussy clench around my dick.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my dick. I want you to suck me dry with your pussy.”
“Fuck! Cane, yes! FUCK!!”
She clenches around me and I roar my release at the same time. I bury my face in her neck and pepper kisses down her neck as she rubs my back. I eventually roll off of her and go to pull her into me, but she’s already climbing off the bed.
“Thanks for that.”
“Where are you going? And you know you don’t have to fucking thank me. What the hell is that?”
“Well I’ve been stressed with starting a new job and being away from the kids, so I appreciate your help alleviating that.”
I hate this is where she is at, acting like sex is just this transactional bullshit that it has never been with her.
“Can you stop doing that shit?”
She looks up at me as she’s walking towards my dresser, probably for a shirt.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Cut the shit Liza, yes you do. You’re acting like that was something it wasn’t. We’ve been doing this for over a month and I’m tired of you just acting like what we have is just sex.”
She lets out a dry laugh and shakes her head.
“That’s what this has always been, I just wasn’t aware of it before.”
With that I stand up and stalk towards her, getting in her space until I have her pinned against the wall with my body. She places her hands on my chest.
“You know damn well, that’s never what we had. We never really talked about shit, but you’ve always been my woman. Even when I did what I did. I was just trying to protect you, damn it and I’m sick and tired of you punishing me. I missed eight months of you pregnant with my baby.
I missed him being born because you didn’t want me in there, I’ve done everything I can to try and make up for that mistake with you. What more do you want me to do, Liza?”
She starts to push me, but the fact that I’m much bigger than she is, it’s not happening.
“I want you to take back the images I have of that bitch in your home! I want you to take back all the hateful shit you said! I want you to unbreak my fucking heart you asshole, but you can’t! You can’t go back in time and unsay those fucking words! I can’t erase them from my head.
I can’t unsee that shit.”
I lift my hand up and cup her cheek wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes that I’m not even sure she knows fell. I then lean my forehead to hers.
“Liza, nothing happened with her. I’ve told you that. She knew what was going on. She was an old friend of Sophie’s. It was a shit thing to do, but baby, I wasn’t thinking straight. My instincts were all over the place. I knew I needed to protect you and the boys,
so I did what I thought would put you as far away from me as possible until I got the time to come and explain everything to you. Shit changed when I saw you were pregnant. Shit, I was already having a hard time without you. Without Waylon and Walker.
You guys are buried so deep under my skin that being without you was so fucking hard I couldn’t fucking breathe. I’m so sorry, what more do you need from me?”
“I need you to get out of my space so I can leave.”
With that I backed up and she walked out the door.
I placed my head to the wall and took a deep breath trying to calm myself.
Thinking back to all those months ago and the fucked up shit I did to have the woman I love look at me like I’m one of them many men that disappointed her, but like she already knew it would happen.
Sitting at the bar I look around and spot a familiar face that I haven’t seen in years. Amanda. Sophie’s old friend, crazy she’s in this bar, I thought she left town after high school. She sure didn’t come around after she graduated.
She looks up and I smile, I don’t know if she remembers me. I know I don’t look like I did when they were in high school. Then watching the way she is walking over here, I know she doesn’t recognize me and only sees the cut.
“Hey there, handsome. I heard you guys owned this bar and I was hoping some of you would come in. Who would’ve known if someone was as handsome and fine as you.
“Oh Amanda, I don’t think you want to go there.”
She looked taken aback and then her eyes went wide.
“You’re a Jacobson, which one?”
“Cane. Go by Dragon now though.”
She looks me up and down and smiles.
“Well, you’ve surely grown up. I mean you look wonderful. Hell now we don’t have that pesky age gap issue. So how about you take me for a ride, huh?”
I look at her and chuckle, “No can do. But you know you could do me a favor and maybe I’ll invite you over to the clubhouse and you can see if some other guy is interested.”
She looked disappointed and maybe if things were different I would fucking go there, but my dick hasn’t even twitched. He seems to only want to play when it’s Liza. It’s like she broke something inside of me.
“Well I’d love to meet some of your brothers. Are any of your blood brothers single?”
“Not for me to decide, but I know they won’t go for you honey. After you ditched Sophie because she wouldn’t bring you around, kind of made you seem like a patch chaser. You really think her brothers are going to stick their dick in someone who wronged their family?”
She huffed and then looked at me, “Alright tell me what you need from me.”
That night I went over everything with her.
How I wanted her to come to my place, pretending we were hooking up.
How I needed to send a message to a woman and I needed it to be solid that she would hate me for it.
Despite the fact that Amanda was obviously looking for a patch she tried to talk me out of doing this the way we were doing it.
But I was so set that this was the only way.
I swore up and down this was the only way.
So when that night came, the one that I decided was going to be to destroy one of the best things in life that happened to me.
Amanda came over, she was wearing some skanky ass dress where you could see her underwear.
I swore she should try out for being a clubwhore.
She sure looked the part. I knew Liza knew I never brought girls to my home or she knew what I told her.
I had told her the truth that I had never brought women to my home until her, but in this situation I wanted her to think I lied to her.
I knew Liza had planned on coming over that night, she told Peyton that that she was.
Amanda and I sat in awkward silence until I heard Liza’s car pulling up my drive and the car door shut.
I had her straddle my lap and put her head in the crease of my neck to make it look like something it wasn’t.
I put my hands on her ass and when we heard Liza walk into the room we made it look like she was grinding on my cock.
Like it was something that was going to turn into more, but only we knew it wasn’t.
After Liza walked in and started screaming, I had moved Amanda off of me on the couch.
She played a good other woman if you ask me and I let her.
I let her talk down to Liza and I even joined in.
Laughing at her when she said she thought we had something, telling her she was just another fuck.
That she meant nothing to me, that I said anything to get her pussy because it was so just so tight.
The things I said would’ve made my mother disappointed, but I was determined to make sure I could keep her from Acid and the assholes that killed my mother. She meant too much to me.
She knew before this I was trying to push her away and she told me not to.
That she was stronger than she looked. I just didn’t know how strong.
What I knew about her didn’t even touch the surface.
Everything I know now, I know she can hold her own, but I don’t and never will want someone to take her from me.
I hate the thought of someone coming in and doing something like that to her again.
I’ve even had nightmares of her being the body that was dropped off like my mother.
Trauma. Shit fucks you up.
I head downstairs and wait for Liza to come down so I can walk her out to her car. I know I’ve got to prove to her I’m serious about sticking around, but you’d think three kids and moving her ass into my home would prove that enough.