“You,” she whispered. “I want…you…Bob…by.”
It was probably the best I was going to get for tonight, but I took it. I hated to pull away from her, but I stood, hanging my club cut by the door before removing my boots. Taking a deep breath, I dropped my pants. I barely felt the cotton of my t-shirt as I pulled it over my head. Closing my eyes, I let my emotions settle before I turned around.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. While I had been facing the door, she’d removed the pajamas. My wife was lying on our bed, completely naked. She was absolutely stunning, and I needed a moment to soak in her beauty, in case this was all I ever got.
“Bob…by.” She held her hands out to me, and I reached for them, kissing her knuckles and laying them back on the bed. The middle of her forehead puckered in confusion. It was adorable.
“I know, my beautiful girl. Let me take care of you.” I wouldn’t think about the last time she’d had a man, but it’d been long enough. I needed to make sure she’d be alright. Lying between her legs, I didn’t spread her legs. I wasn’t sure what her range of mobility was without the brace, and I wouldn’t stop and have a medical discussion. Instead, I spread her lips open, licking directly into her.
I experimented with my tongue, forcing it into her as far as it would go. Each entry, I tried to gain more depth, licking her on the exit. Her body was so responsive, it only fueled me. I wanted to give her everything, so that she wouldn’teven think of leaving me. If she did, she’d remember what I could give her and hopefully lose those thoughts.
She wiggled underneath me, but I ignored her. Her breathing was heavy, and she made noises I didn’t know she was capable of. I wasn’t stopping, and when she tightened around my tongue, it only spurred me forward.
“I…I…feel…goo—“ A long moan escaped her, and I pushed a finger inside her to replace my tongue.
“It’s okay. Be a good girl for me and fall. I’ll catch you.” I timed my finger with the laps of my tongue against her clit. She moved against the sheets, the fabric sliding against her skin. I didn’t stop until she begged me, and even then, I still didn’t. I only picked up my head to watch her when I felt her body stiffen as she screamed.
“Damn, Thunder.”
“I told you. I fucking told you he was going there.”
“I never screamed that loud with him. Kind of jealous.”
I looked down into her clouded eyes, and we both smiled, chuckling at their antics. The door remained unlocked, but no one dared to enter without my permission, and I was busy. They could stand out there and make as many comments as they wanted, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. Kicking my boxers aside, I slid over her, notching myself at her entrance.
“Your noises are only for me,” I said, staring into her eyes. She was content, and when she held out her arms to me, I took it as a sign. Sliding into her, it felt like home, and when she came for the second time, I kissed her, swallowing her sounds. Just like I told her.
Chapter 17
Nothing to Give
Thunder
It’d been two weeks since the enforcers escorted Gerry out of the clubhouse. I wasn’t a fool. I knew we’d hear from him again, but the three of us had stood outside, agreeing not to tell the girls the details of their mother’s death. There was no point in changing the story now.
Liz hadn’t asked, but I’d walked into our bedroom, and a solemn look passed between us. Between the phone call and the emergency church, she knew something was up. I appreciated that she didn’t push for answers because there wasn’t anything good to tell her, but we silently agreed on one thing: Gerry was on his own.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I guessed early morning. The sun shone through the curtains. The bed was cold, and I was learning my wife was an early riser. I opened my eyes, rolling onto my back before I went searching for her. She was probably playing checkers with Kyle next door.
The kid Grizz had helped was only two weeks into getting healthy, but I wasn’t the only one who worried what would happen if he relapsed. The first week had been rough for him, but Scrub had checked his vitals every morning and every evening. If Grizz wasn’t with his family, he sat with the kid, telling stories to keep Kyle’s mind occupied. I even took a turn every now and again, but no one let the women near the Playroom.
The second week, Kyle moved upstairs into the bedroom next to us. He was well enough to be on his own, but his hands and feet shook with tremors. Scrub wasn’t sure if they would subside, but he’d found a rehab center that offeredoutpatient therapy, and Kyle had agreed to go. It was the only requirement Sabre had set for him to stay.
My problem with the kid was my wife. She was getting attached, and I didn’t want her to get hurt if he was going to leave. She never said so, but Kyle was barely twenty, and while Peter had been older, it made me question if she was trying to replace one with the other. Kyle, for his part, never rushed Liz. He was the only other person who let her process the world at her own pace. Together, they’d found camaraderie.
I showered and dressed quickly, leaving my club cut on the hook in the wall. I wouldn’t need it at the banquet center as we painted the walls some shitty gray color Flo wanted.
Shutting the door to our room, I took a few steps over to the room next door, and my heart beat for an extra second. Liz’s face was open, and I couldn’t make out what she was telling Kyle, but her hands were flying all over the place. She only did that when she was happy, and I sent a silent prayer for Kyle not to fuck up. I’d stood by as Gerry had broken her heart. I wouldn’t allow Kyle to do the same thing. If he did, I’d break his face.
I knocked on the open door, and she instantly turned in my direction. Her eyes lit up, and her smile grew even brighter, if that was possible.
She held her hands out to me, and I stepped over to where she sat, kissing the top of her head. I reached for the hand closest to me, kissing the top of her knuckles, before I sat down in the empty chair near the door. “Who’s winning?” I pointed to the checkerboard between them.
“Not like you.” Liz was stunning on her worst day, but she pretended to scoff. Her nose turned up, and while she was going for mock anger, I thought it was cute.
I snickered. “He’s caught on to your game.” Kyle was indulging us, but I shifted in my chair to scan him. His eyes were bright, but he didn’t have any color in his face. Scrub said it would return if he got some sun, but his features looked sunken. “Good job, kid.” Where Wreck bristled when I called him “son”, Kyle perked up at the word.
“I can’t handle female tears.” He shrugged, adjusting his position as he sat up against the pillows.
