“When my schedule allows, I’ll come—whoa.” I put the phone against my shoulder blade and stare daggers at the house mouse whose mouth is inhaling my dick.
Saliva runs out of the sides, and her glossy eyes are on me with rapt attention.
“Easy or you’re gonna lose the privilege,” I grunt.
“Are you listening to me, Chayse Daniel? It’s rude to ignore me like this. My feelings are hurt. I expected this from Nicole, but not my firstborn,” Ma continues, which forces my attention back to my phone call instead of the woman between my legs.
“I’m sorry, Ma. I love you. The first break in my schedule, I will try to come see you. But you know business is booming, and breaks are hard to come by.”
“Well, I declare. I never thought I would see the day. But it’s okay. I’ll take it to the Lord in prayer tonight. I got to go. Love you, Son.” With that, the call disconnects, and all I can do is fight the urge to ball my hands into fists.
I relocated from Columbus to Ribax because of my parents and their super deep personalities. I am the oldest son of a pastor, and moving to a new city was necessary for my sanity. My father, Pastor James Redmond, and my mother, better known as his cosigner, Thomasina, have consistently encouraged me to follow the same path he has. While I love and respect Big Homie, I’m not the Bible toting and scripture-quoting type of nigga. Thankfully, Dad’s brother lives in Ribax, so I was very familiar with the city.
When the pressure got to be more than I could respectfully decline, I packed my shit and moved away. At thirty-three, my grown ass is still doing rebellious things to get under my father’s skin. That fact was proven when I followed in my cousin Deacon’s footsteps by joining Baxtown Iron MC only six months after I arrived in the city. The crazy part about it is that I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy committing to the club. But it has been great thus far.
Listening to Deacon, I bought Diva. Diva is my dog and she’s a Chinese Crested, who is fourteen pounds of silent but deadly. I also own a green iguana named Lucy. My girl Lucy prefers halter tops and tutus, so I make sure to keep a supply of custom clothes on deck for her. I made the mistake of trying to clothe Diva and nearly got my hand bitten off.
“A-are you done?” The uncertainty in the question snaps me out of my head as my gaze lands on the woman holding my flaccid dick.
Between the call with Ma and my wayward thoughts, I guess my desire to release took a nosedive.
“Yeah. If the need arises again, I know where to find you.”
The woman stands with a small smile before she exits the room I’m in without another word or backward glance. The thunderous voices and music flow into the room instantly, reminding me of the party my club is currently throwing.
“Let me take my ass back to the party.” I stand and head to the mini bathroom inside this room and quickly clean my dick.
Once that’s taken care of, I exit the room and nearly collide with Squeak. “Whoa. My bad, Cousin.”
Squeak’s tired eyes connect with mine as a slight grin forms. “It’s okay. I need a minute to catch my breath.”
“No worries. Deacon already told me your first trimester is kicking your ass.”
“Whew. Boy, is it ever. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Squeak walks around me toward the room she and Deacon occupy while at the clubhouse.
Deacon and his wife, Squeak, are pregnant with their first baby, and Deacon has been walking on cloud nine ever since they announced the news. I’m happy for my cousin because he deserves good things to happen to him. Although I don’t see myself settling down with one woman or having kids any time soon.
“I saw Thumpiana’s ass slither out here a little bit ago and was wondering if you were returning to the party.” Shadow smirks.
“Unlike her thot ass, I had to take a minute to wash off the residue of her mouth.”
Shadow and I head toward the bar where Trixx places two shot glasses in front of us the second we reach her. The beat from the old-school rap song has my chest thumping as my head bobs. I don’t need encouragement or words as I pick up the glass andswallow the contents. The energy that surges around the room is exactly what I need to let go of Ma’s guilt that disrupted the nut I was seeking not long ago.
“Where the fuck have you been, Righteous?”
I turn slightly to see the grimace Diesel wears as he and Deacon walk up to the bar.
“According to Squeak, his ass was ducked off with Hopiana,” Deacon says before I can reply.
“Damn. You hit that name out of the park. Thumpiana has been on this nigga like white on rice since he hit the scene. The burn marks on my dick wanted to give him a gift for the temporary reprieve.” Shadow laughs.
“Goes to show how much y’all asses know. I don’t even know her name, and unless she’s on her knees, I won’t be able to recognize her,” I say.
Boisterous applause breaks out among Shadow, Diesel, and Deacon, but my eyes roam the room before a familiar woman comes into view. My brows and forehead wrinkle simultaneously as she smiles before heading in my direction. My mind swirls with every step she takes toward me, and I cross my arms over my chest in anticipation of her approach.
“Stop mugging me, Cha—Righteous.”
“What are you doing here, little cuz?” Deacon’s voice is stern and doesn’t allow for anything but the truth.
