14. Gator
Chapter fourteen
Gator
Iwake with a start, not fully coherent. I hear banging in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon and coffee tells me breakfast is being made. My stomach rumbles with enthusiasm. A smile slips across my face as I nuzzle into my woman's hair, pulling her closer to me.
Emma’s back is tucked into my front, with our legs intertwined. My morning wood is poking into her ass. I rock my hips into her, applying a little friction. After all the shit that went down last night, coming home to my woman's pussy was perfect. Even better, I get to have it again this morning.
My eyes fly open when it hits me. If Emma is in bed with me, she can’t be the one making our breakfast. I don’t reach for the gun in my nightstand drawer as I untangle my limbs and slide out of bed.
I know the household isn’t in any danger.
It’s not like someone set on killing would be in the kitchen making breakfast. Okay, that’s not true.
Nutz might do something like that, but he’s on my team, so I’m safe there.
Still shirtless, I pull on a pair of sweats I have lying at the foot of the bed and make my way into the kitchen.
There, an intruder, identified as my grandma, is plating the food and setting it on my dining room table.
I’m very glad I wiped down the table yesterday morning before running off to church.
My eyes dart to the living room, where I hear cartoons on the TV.
Fijor sits in a pile of new toys my grandmother must have brought over.
He’s still in his new race-car pajamas, which I bought yesterday when we went shopping, with a mega-watt smile on his face as he examines them all, deciding which toy to play with first. This kid is going to think it’s Christmas every day at this rate.
Not only is she cooking breakfast, but she also seems to have gone upstairs and gotten Fijor up.
She must have been here for a few hours if we didn’t hear him.
She was probably in here sneaking toys in like Santa himself.
“Good, you’re finally up.” She deadpans as she flutters around the kitchen, knowing damn well no one could have slept through all the noise she was making. “I see I have a grandbaby you neglected to tell me about yesterday and the day before.” She grumbles, but I see right through her.
This woman raised me; she can’t fool me for a second.
She’s just mad she didn’t get first dibs on meeting my son, had to suffer the agony of waiting, and has since decided time’s up.
I walk over to the coffee pot, pour myself a cup, then head to the freezer and drop an ice cube in it before downing half the cup in one chug.
I set the cup down on the counter, then turn and lean against it, one foot crossed over the other.
“I had club business, Nana. I’m sure pops filled you in last night. Pop told me you’ve known since the night they set foot on the compound.”
“Yep, nothing gets past us old-timers, kid. You know that,” she says with a smile.
“I see you and your posse went on a shopping spree yesterday.” I nod toward Fijor, who has chosen to play with the Batman figure and the plastic yellow dump truck that is almost as big as he is.
I fight the twitch of a smile as I try to keep a straight face while ruffling her feathers.
“The kid is going to get spoiled if we keep dropping presents at his feet like this.”
She turns around much too fast for a woman her age, not that she looks it, with her black jeans and a bedazzled black shirt bearing the club's logo.
Her black leather jacket is draped over the kitchen island bar stool, and her black tasseled purse sits on top of it, no doubt with a mini 9mm tucked securely inside.
She turns, the spatula she was using to dish up the scrambled eggs raised in my direction, brandishing it like a weapon, a scowl firmly in place.
“You watch your mouth, boy. I do what I want, and you’d do well to remember it.
If I want to spoil my new grandbaby, that’s my prerogative.
Mind your own business and go wake your woman before the eggs get cold.
” She turns back to plating the eggs, paying me no more attention, expecting me to follow her orders.
I walk over to her, lean down, and brush a kiss on top of her head.
“You do what you want, Nana.” She hums in agreement because it was already decided in her mind.
With a smile, I drop to my knees in the living room, next to the mountain of crap the kid has accumulated in the short time he has been here, and kiss Fijor on the forehead.
“Good morning, son,” I whisper into his hair, my ringed hand pulling him in for a hug.
He looks so tiny in my arms compared to when his momma is lugging him around.
“Mornin’, daddy, I got a new truck,” he exclaims, directing his perfect smile at me.
His gray eyes shining bright, I sit and marvel at the perfectly innocent boy I had a hand in creating.
After the things I did last night, it seems almost impossible.
But I know the reason I did those things was to protect this same boy.
I look into my boy's eyes and know that no matter what I have to do in life, I just want to keep my boy safe.
The same hands that hold his tiny, untarnished body are the same ones that burned down a rival clubhouse last night to ensure I keep my word on that.
I see and hear what’s being said about my father in the news.
Every time they say the word gang, I recite the word club, correcting them as if they could hear me.
It’s nothing new to me. I grew up hearing whispers around town about my old man.
As an adult, I’ve witnessed it. I’m not going to lie.
It gets under my skin, especially when I think about my own boy having to hear those things said about me one day.
I want to shield my son from the bad in this world as long as I can.
The man in me knows why I do the things most people can’t stomach.
I know that while the average citizen sleeps soundly in their beds at night, after villainizing us on the evening news, my enforcer goes out on date nights with his wife, killing pedophiles to help protect the town.
I know I shut down two meth labs last month.
They don’t know we protect them from the real monsters.
“I see that. Can I play with you after breakfast?” I ask.
He nods his head in rapid succession, then turns and throws himself at me, knocking me off balance.
He straddles my chest and looks down at me.
“You be blue car, though. We watch cartoons, too, okay?” He nods firmly, as if it’s already been decided, staring at me with one eyebrow cocked, as if daring me to argue with him.
A laugh rumbles through my chest, shaking him.
I wrap my hands around his sides and tickle him, making him squeal with laughter, then collapse on my chest.
“Deal,” I growl as I keep tickling. My heart warms deep in my chest, and a happiness I can’t explain consumes me.
This is what I missed out on. I’ll never take it for granted.
I can promise that. I climb to my feet, my knee popping as I do.
Shit, I’m getting old. “I’ll be right back, son.
I’m gonna go wake up momma, okay?” I ask, ruffling his black hair.
He swats my hand away. “Okay, daddy.” He stands and darts back to his pile of toys, dismissing me. I chuckle as I head back to the master bedroom in search of my Pet.
When I walk in the door, I hear the shower running and know she’s already wide awake.
Like my dick knows she’s naked in the shower, it instantly grows hard.
Following it like a finely tuned GPS, I make my way into the bathroom, clicking the door shut softly behind me.
I flip the lock in case little eyes try to make their way into the room, wondering where mom and dad ran off to.
A primal need flutters through my chest, and a small growl escapes as I see her bent over the shower bench, shaving her legs.
The property tattoo I applied darkens and brightens in the water running over it.
It’s still pink and raised around the edges from the fresh application.
Mine. She sets the razor in the cubby in the shower wall as I step in behind her.
I drag my calloused hands down her smooth body, inhaling the scent of the fresh soap she just used to clean herself.
“Morning, Pet,” I growl into her ear as I collar her delicate throat with my large hand, pulling her flush against my body and dragging my dick up and down the crack of her ass as she grinds back into me with a moan.
“Be a good girl and sit on the bench seat. Let me eat my breakfast before we go eat the breakfast that was made for us.”
I turn her, dropping her onto the bench seat. She smiles seductively and opens her legs wide for me, propping the arches of her feet on the edge of the tile. “Gotta be quick and quiet, though. Don’t want my grandma’s eggs getting cold. She’ll kick my ass.”
“I’ll be quiet, daddy,” she promises as she swipes her delicate fingers across her perfect clit, teasing me.
Her words and actions cause me to groan.
I drop to my knees on the wet tiles of the shower floor, wasting no time latching my mouth onto her pussy.
I use my hands to spread her knees wide.
Eating her out like a man whose only mission in life is to get her to cum.
“I’m so close Trey.” She pants, running her nails through my wet hair, scraping my scalp.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I suck her clit harder before lashing it with my tongue in quick succession.
Her hands reach out, slipping on the wet tile, trying to grab on to something as she detonates.
I stand and slam my dick inside her tight pussy, thrusting mercilessly.
Emma grips my forearms, locking eyes with me as I push her legs wider apart.
“One more pet,” I growl at her, staring deep into her beautiful eyes. I let go of one leg and strum her clit in tight circles, trying to speed up the process because I’m too close.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes roll as she silently screams as she cums. Her walls are milking me, but I have another agenda in mind.
I rip my dick from her spasming pussy and jerk myself faster, cumming all over her tits.
“Such a perfect bitch.” I moan as I rub my seed into her chest, marking her.