Chapter 29
*~* Fury *~*
Dropping Ghost and Mateo at the clubhouse only takes a few minutes.
Mateo is out of the truck in no time at all, calling goodbye over his shoulder as he dashes away.
Jamie and Ghost laugh as he goes, but I’m not privy to their joke, so I just sit and wait for Ghost to take off.
They talk quietly for a while and eventually Ghost heads for the clubhouse without giving me a second glance.
The drive to Jamie’s house is frosty to say the least. She isn’t loosening up at all over the Pattie double plan, and I’m not sure what I can do to move forward from it. I wish I could do something because this is a crappy situation to be in right now.
I grab the few bags of stuff from the pickup and follow along behind Jamie.
To be honest, if things don’t change soon, I’m going to go back to the clubhouse and get wasted.
Saving someone’s life and getting your own father killed shouldn’t make you feel like this.
He may have been a psycho jerkoff, but he was my father.
I’m having a really hard time trying to figure out why she’s so hard-headed about why we used a double in the first place.
No one wanted Pattie dead, for heaven’s sake.
She was just someone who fit the bill at the right time.
She was more than up for it, too. She was, in fact, perfect.
I doubt that Jamie would have been so quick to fire both barrels at another human being.
Her doctor’s oath, or whatever the hell, would have made her stop and want to think of another solution.
That would have gotten her killed as sure as eggs is eggs.
“Take the bags straight to the utility room. I’ll get to them later.
I need something else far more than a washing machine right now.
” Hearing Jamie call from the stairs, I trudge through the house and dump everything in the middle of the laundry room floor.
Sitting at the table, waiting, I wonder what she needs that’s so urgent.
A scream echoes from upstairs, and I’m on my feet in seconds and then taking the stairs two at a time. Seeing no one in the bedroom, I rush into the en-suite and find Jamie naked in the shower.
“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” I search for a threat and see nothing.
“The damn water was icy cold. Look how hard it’s made my nipples.
They are like bullets.” She tweaks a nipple and I can almost hear it go ‘boing’.
Reaching out, she pulls me toward the shower, and I resist only long enough to shuck my cut to the floor and slip from my boots.
Without regard for any other item of clothing, I push her against the wall and kiss her hard.
My hands roam across her wet skin, stroking, scratching and tweaking.
I pull her head back by her hair, kissing and biting her neck.
Hearing her moan drives me to a greater height of passion, and as I reach for my belt, I find her hands have already beaten me to it.
My jeans drop to my ankles, quickly followed by my boxers.
Taking my stiff rod in her hand, she gives it several tight strokes before turning her back to me and rubbing it against her soft ass cheeks.
Raising onto her tiptoes, she pushes back and slips me into her wet pussy.
I don’t have to do a thing to be fully inserted to the hilt.
She grinds against me, and taking her hips in my hands I push against her as hard as I can.
After only a few seconds she is gasping and I recognize the signs of her impending orgasm.
Sliding out until only my tip remains, I then plunge back in.
It takes several deep thrusts before she screams, and I feel her shudder then grip my shaft with her tight internal muscles.
I manage to hold back my own pleasure so that as she begins to go weak at the knees, I slip from her, turn her around, and with my hands taking a firm hold of her butt, I lift her back onto my hard cock.
She pushes her hard nipples to my mouth and I service each of them thoroughly with my teeth, lips and tongue.
Slowly raising her up and down my shaft, I build a steady rhythm.
Ignoring her cries for me to go faster, I savor every plunge into her core.
I sense my own climax building, and only then do I give in to her demands.
Pushing her against the wall, I slam into her and suck on her magnificent breasts as I fill her with my seed.
The flood inside her ignites her second orgasm, and she almost chokes me as she pushes her breasts harder against my face.
Keeping my still hard dick inside her, I switch off the shower and carry her to the bed. We spend the next several hours exploring each other's bodies until neither of us can continue.
Catching my breath from our last mutual orgasm, I mutter, “I got the all-clear from your Dr. Tom, by the way.”
“I know. You don’t think we’d be doing this if I didn’t, do you?”
“So much for doctor-patient confidentiality. Must be a thing of the past,” I grin.
“He was under strict instructions to let me know when you’d been to see him. Barbara was told that if you made an appointment under any pretext, she had to book you with Tom.” Jamie looks at me as though she’s explaining to a child.
“Does all this mean that the Pattie-double thing is forgotten?”
“Don’t ever do that again. If there’s another instance of me being in danger, we do it with me in the hot seat, not some innocent bystander taking my risks. Are we clear on that?” I get a fierce, squinty-eyed stare with this question.
“Okay. We’re clear. It worked though. She sure as hell took care of my father once and for all. She’d make a good stuntwoman. She was scary as fuck when she said she wanted to do it again!” I recall the look on her face as she said it.
“She wasn’t serious, was she?”
“Ask Ghost how serious she was. See what he tells you.” I’m positive that he will agree that she was deadly serious. “He did say we might have released a closet serial killer, remember?”
Snuggling up together, we drift off to a deep and contented sleep.
Waking in the morning, I feel a warm wet mouth on my morning wood.
Enjoying it too much, I pull Jamie on top of me, and she rides me like any good cowgirl would.
Both satisfied once again, we shower, then head downstairs for breakfast. Once in the kitchen, we look at each other, then the table and decide to go to the clubhouse to eat.
“How do you think Thorn will take the Mateo-Spirit situation?” Jamie asks as we drive across town.
“He’ll have to live with it, I’m afraid. Life isn’t all we would like it to be. I should be the one to tell him, I suppose. Ghost doesn’t need to give him any more reasons to hate him. How do I get myself into these situations? I wonder if my kids will cause me this much grief?”
“Your kids? You’ve never mentioned having or even wanting kids.” Jamie sounds surprised by this idea.
“Of course I want kids. I want at least four, two of each. Think you can supply that?”
“I can supply the four. As to what they are, my man, that is entirely down to you. You send the right swimmers, and you can have your heart's desire, but if you get a house full of girls, don’t come crying to me.” Jamie’s look tells me she’s up for it, okay, and that makes me smile.
“I could live with four girls. Not sure the local boys will be so happy about their pa being a local biker though. It might deter some suitors.”
“Four girls would turn you gray before the first one reached sixteen. You’d be a darn nightmare.
I’d have to quit work just to mediate between you all every day.
I can hear it now. ‘You’re not going out dressed like that’, ‘I want you home by eight, it’s a school night’, ‘Where do you think you’re going?
’, ‘Who are you going to meet?’. You’d be a freakin’ nightmare. ”
“Maybe we should have four boys then, eh?”
Jamie looks horrified at that thought. “Oh, no. That would be even worse. You’d have them on motorbikes by the time they were three.
The yard would be a dirt bike haven. By the time they were sixteen, we’d have all the girl’s fathers in the neighborhood coming around with shotguns, and you’d think that was heaven.
Boy, girl, boy, girl. That’s how it needs to be.
The older boy would look after his younger sister, and she would keep him grounded.
He would want to treat all the women he came across as if they were as precious as his sister.
That works for me, so start talking to your swimmers, my man.
Get them fully briefed for the missions ahead. ”
Folding her arms across her chest tells me that this isn’t open for discussion. So, all I have to do is learn to communicate with my swimmers and the rest, as they say, is history. If only everything in life could be so simple!