“That shouldn’t matter if he cares for you.” Margo stirred a packet of artificial sugar in her iced tea.
“Right, but the point here is that he doesn’t care for me. He told me that in so many words. I was just a good time for him, and now he’s bored. Fuck, I even bought a book on how to please a man so I could learn some new things and get better at it.”
“You did? Can I read it?”
Kylie giggled. “Sure. I was going to try some of the stuff on him, but then the fucking asshole broke up with me.”
“I don’t think he really wanted to. He probably thinks he’s doing you a favor, and then you’ve got your dad who would scare the hell out of the devil.” She laughed.
“Maybe, but he’s still an asshole, and my head aches from thinking of him too much. Let’s talk about you coming up to see me during Labor Day weekend. We’ll have so much fun.”
The two women laughed and talked while the black-haired man watched at a distance, his eyes lingering on Kylie’s mouth, aching to kiss it.
***
Banger closed thegarage door and entered the house, hoping Belle hadn’t seen him. He’d been thinking about her most of the day as he sat in his office at the clubhouse, and when he started writing her name instead of his on some documents he was working on, he decided to call it a day and head home. Kylie was hanging with Margo, Emily was at work at the hair salon, and Ethan was at baseball camp, so he’d have some much-needed alone time with his wife. Excitement coursed through him, and it still amazed him how affected he was by Belle. She was the constant sparkle in his life.
When he came into the kitchen, she was cleaning string beans by the sink, the loud beats of Creedence Clearwater Revival filling the room. He padded softly over to her and wrapped his arms around her large belly. At seven months, Belle was huge. She’d complained to Banger about how big she looked, but he loved every inch of her; to him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He couldn’t stop rubbing her stomach, loving how it felt whenever their baby kicked.
Belle jumped and squealed when he held her close. “You scared the crap outta me. Why are you home so early? You feeling all right?” Concern clouded her eyes.
He pulled her closer to him and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot he knew made her weak in the knees. “Been thinking ‘bout you all day. I wanted to spend some time with you without all the kids around.” She pushed back and wiggled against his ass, his dick firming immediately. “You keep that up, woman, and we’re gonna end up in the bedroom.”
“I’d like that, but since the kids aren’t here, we don’t have to hide in our bedroom.” She turned around and palmed his hardness, pushing him toward the table. After she pulled the chair out, she settled herself down. “Now, let’s see if I can fix what you got going on in your jeans.” She slowly unzipped his pants as he sucked his breath, his hands buried in her thick curls.
Keeping eye contact with her, Banger watched as Belle placed his dick into her mouth, sucking the underside of his head just the way he loved it. He was so damn horny that he almost blew in her mouth, but he gently pulled her back. “I want inside you, woman.”
Belle stood up, turned around, and placed her hands on the table. Since she’d entered her third trimester, sex standing up or doggy style were her preferences since it relieved her back and pelvic pain. Banger reached around and fingered her wet clit before he pushed his hardness into her. Her soft moans turned him on and he slid into her heat. Careful not to thrust too hard or deep, he rocked back and forth, loving the way her fleshy ass bumped against him. As he stroked her bundle of nerves, he felt her silky walls tighten around his cock, and he knew she was close. He let himself go, and when she came, yelling and squealing, he followed with feral grunts. They stood like that for a few minutes before he bent over and kissed her, then pulled down her dress and helped her sit on one of the chairs.
“Damn, woman. You fuckin’ know how to please your man.” He winked at her as he shoved his dick in his jeans.
She smiled. “Be good and get me a bottled water. I’m parched. You made me scream too much.”
He handed her the water and sat on the chair next to her. “You have a good day today?”
“It was just okay until you got home.” She drank a large gulp of water then looked at him, a hint of concern glazing her face.
“You feel okay?” He instinctively placed his hand on her belly.
She nodded.
“Something you wanna tell me? You got that look on your face.”
Belle pulled herself up, opened the desk drawer in the nook they’d made for it in the kitchen, and took out a book. Without saying a word, she handed it to Banger. He looked at the hardback, titledDrive Him Wild: Knowing How to Pleasure Your Man.With a quizzical gaze, he said, “You want me to read this? You want me to pick out the things I want you to do?”
Belle took a deep breath. “It’s not mine. I found it under Kylie’s mattress when I put clean sheets on her bed earlier today.” She pressed her lips together and stared at him.
For a while, Banger just held the book, staring at it but not really comprehending what Belle was trying to tell him. Then a deep heat flushed through his body, his muscles tensing, his teeth grinding. “What the fuck? This trash is Kylie’s?”
Belle nodded, even though it was a rhetorical question. Banger blew out of his chair and threw the book across the room. His face was red as he pounded his fists against the table, the steady thump of its legs against the stone tiles filling the space between him and Belle. Whipping out his phone, he dialed Axe. “I fuckin’ want to see you at the clubhouse in ten minutes.”
“I’m in the middle of fixing a carburetor on an old Harley. Can we make it in an hour?”
“You now got nine fuckin’ minutes.”
“On my way.”
He shoved the phone in his back pocket. “I gotta go.”
