“Aaron, I want you inside me now,” she said, her voice all soft and hot. I took out my fingers and made sure that she saw me sucking on them. She gave me a wicked smile and then propped a leg up. That was all the invitation I needed. I grabbed her hips and slid inside her hot wetness. She arched her back and groaned. I couldn’t control myself; I thrust in and out of her so hard and fast, my eyes rolled back in my head. My blood pounded in my veins like a freight train and my dick ached with every thrust. Her pussy walls latched onto my cock and had me seeing stars.

  “Harder, Aaron,” she whispered. I almost came right there.

  “Liking the feel of those piercings, Chloe?” I asked her, my mouth against the back of her neck as I did her from behind. Her little, heart shaped ass slamming against my pelvis.

  “Fuck yes... they are dragging... in me... oh my god... they are just... oh!” she moaned as she came apart all over my cock. Digging my fingers into her hips, I pounded into her and came hard like I thought I would. I could still feel her as she tightened around me. Coming down to rest atop her back, I kissed her shoulder. She was breathing heavy and she smiled lazily. My skin was sweaty and hot, as was hers.

  “I take it you missed me, baby?” she asked softly. I nodded.

  “More than you know,” I replied. She laughed.

  “I have been wanting you to do that all damn week,” she said with a smile.

  “Me too, baby, me too,” I replied as I ran a finger down her spine. She giggled and looked toward the door. We both stood up. My legs felt like they were made out of Jell-O as I slowly pulled up my jeans. She pulled down her dress and sat down next to her station, a hand on her forehead.

  “Uh, honey?”

  “Yeah?” she asked. I smiled and pointed to her hair.

  “The front looks great but the back... well, your hair looks like you just had sex,” I replied. She blushed and tied up her hair. She looked tired and pale.

  “You alright?” I asked. She nodded and handed me my t-shirt. I pulled it on, leaned against the wall, and studied her face.

  “Yeah, I’m just tired. I’m going to sit here for a minute. See you after work?” she asked. I nodded and kissed her as I opened the door. Axel was sitting outside on the couch and he looked up when I opened the door. He gave me a smirk.

  “Should I clap?” he asked, cracking up.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied. He shook his head and grinned.

  “Yeah, okay,” he replied.

  “She was making sure my piercing had healed,” I replied.

  “Uh huh. Sure.” He shook his head. I sat next to him. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and cracked up.

  “Dad, never knew you were such a stud,” he said. I glared at him.

  “I’m not sure if I’m totally okay with having this conversation with you,” I replied.

  “Aww. Poor Dad,” he said.

  “You need to grow up,” I remarked. He leaned against the side of the couch and made a face. Yanking a book out from behind his back, he looked at the cover, and his face paled a bit.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, nodded toward the piercing room, and then looked at me.

  “Oh, nothing. Bleu must have left her book here again,” he replied, winking at me. Standing up, he tucked the book under his arm.

  “Okay then. Well, I have to go and check up on Mandy. I’ll talk to you later?” I asked, smiling in recognition of the cover up.

  “Yeah, uh sure, Dad. No... Problem,” he replied, looking for a minute at the piercing room.

  Axel avoided me after that and business picked up after three. I had to make a parts run for Skeeter and I called Bleu to pick up some food for anyone who was still stuck at work. My cell rang when I was five minutes away from the shop.

  “Hello?”

  “Aaron? It’s Wolf,” said a deep voice.

  “Hey. How are you?”

  “Good. Listen I managed to pull up some stuff about your son, Beau. It’s not recent and it’s not much, but it’s a start. Can we meet up sometime next week? Talk face to face?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Let’s see. It’s Friday. How about next Wednesday?” I asked.

  “Sounds good. How about I meet you at the garage and we can grab some coffee from that place down the street? Say six o clock?” he asked.

  “Isn’t that a bit outside of your neighborhood?” I asked. He laughed.

  “No, I have another client I need to see. It’s convenient actually,” he replied.

  “Okay. I’ll see you at the garage, six on Wednesday,” I replied. I hung up.

  I got back to the garage and saw Mandy sweeping things up. Abby was coming out of the shop, carrying a baby on each hip. Sam and Chase were a month older than Dom. They had no hair, light cocoa skin and the most amazing blue eyes. They were cute little buggers. I went over and hugged Abby.

  “Hey, Mr. Drawn. How are you?” she asked.

  “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Aaron? “ I asked good naturedly. She shook her head.

  “Nope. Not happening,” she replied with a grin.

  “They are getting big. They are what almost seven months?” I asked, rubbing my hand softly over a little bald head. Sam, was curled against his mother’s chest, sucking on his thumb, eyes drifting closed.

  “Yes. They are such a blessing,” she replied. Bleu had mentioned that Abby had been trying to get pregnant and had been having a hard time. They were overjoyed when she had found out she was having twins.

  “How is Lamar? I saw him in here the other night,” I asked, pointing to the shop door.

  “He is doing well. With school wrapping up soon and sports practices, we are like two ships passing in the night,” she said with a shake of her head and a smile.

  “He works hard. I was there once, especially with twins. Angel used to work double shifts, it was insane,” I remarked. She nodded.

  “Well, it’s almost dinner and bath time for these two. It was nice seeing you, you will have to come over for dinner and catch up with my Dad,” she said.

  “Sounds good. Tell your husband hello for me,” I said, patting her on the shoulder. She smiled and walked to her car that was parked down the road a bit.

  “Thanks for cleaning up the garage, Mandy,” I said, walking into the garage. She looked up and nodded. She took her ear buds out of her ears.

  “You’re doing a good job. Skeeter was smart to hire you,” I said. She rested the broom against a pillar.

  “It was weird at first, everyone knowing everyone here. But I guess it’s nice you know?” she said in her soft voice that had a southern twang to it. I didn’t realize that it might be overwhelming to someone who wasn’t in our inner circle.

  “I’m glad. I mean, I didn’t realize how awkward it could be, being around all of us nut jobs. Like I said, I’m happy that you’re doing good and fitting in. Anytime you need anything, just ask alright?” I told her. She smiled shyly and nodded.

  “Yeah, Aaron, thanks,” she replied. She popped her earbuds back in and went back to sweeping. I watched her for a minute and went back to work myself.

  I got home around seven and I was dead ass tired. I had given Matt a ride home and Axel left work before I could catch him to talk to him. I parked the truck and saw my neighbor, Ethel, walking to her house. She was lugging two huge shopping bags. I ran over and grabbed one from her. She looked up at me in gratitude.

  “Hello there, funny meeting you here,” I told her with a grin. She shook her head and chuckled.

  “Thanks, Aaron. I always go into Walmart with the intention of buying one thing, and I end up with two bags of shit I don’t need,” she said with a laugh. She was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt that had blue skulls on it. And flip flops. She made me smile. She opened her door and led me into her spotless kitchen. I set the bag on the table and turned to leave.

  “Thank you again. Want a beer?” she asked. She opened the fridge, grabbed one and handed it to me. Apparently it was an order, not a request.

  “Thanks, Ethel. Where’s your little guy?” I asked, looking around for her dog.

  “The neighbor’s dog, Bitsy, is in heat. He was driving me nuts, so I gave him half a Valium. He passed out on the bedroom floor. He will be out like a light ‘til tomorrow,” she said, straight faced. I laughed loud and she smiled.

  “Seriously?” I asked, wiping tears from my eyes. She nodded.

  “He was being a royal pain in the ass,” she muttered. She motioned for me to follow her out to her large front porch. She took a seat in a faded red lawn chair and gestured for me to sit in the one next to her. I sat back, took a swallow of beer and sighed.

  “You look like you’ve been shit at and hit, kissed at and missed,” she remarked. I laughed again.

  “Work is killing me, but it’s what I like doing, so I can’t complain,” I replied.

  “And I’m sure your girlfriend is keeping you up too?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at her.

  “What? I’m not blind. Shit. I have five boys. I know you guys have two heads and only one can have all the blood at one time. Every fifteen seconds,” she remarked, taking a pull off of her beer.

  “What?” I choked out. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took another slow sip of beer.

  “Every fifteen seconds the average man thinks about sex,” she replied, taking another swallow of her beer.

  “Well, that’s interesting. I honestly don’t know what to say to that one, Ethel,” I replied.

  “There’s a lady on public access, she has a sex show. I watch it every Tuesday. I learned a lot of interesting things. Did you know edible panties are pretty much like those Fruit Roll Ups things you put in the kids lunches?” she asked, her head cocked and a smirk on her face.

  “No... No I didn’t,” I replied. This was a surreal conversation to say the least.

  “You never answered my question,” she said. Her face was serious and she raised an eyebrow.

  “Which one exactly?” I asked.

  “The girlfriend? Pretty little thing, looks like a walking coloring page,” she replied. I nodded my head in understanding.

  “Chloe and me. It’s been something. I was married before and she died,” I said. She nodded.

  “I read the papers. She was murdered. They thought you did it, dumb asses,” she said with obvious disdain. I looked at her for a long time. She returned my stare.

  “Okay. Well I think I have feelings for Chloe. At first I thought it was just lust, you know from being in prison. Now, it’s like she is inside my head and I can’t stop thinking about her. I try. Honestly I do. And we are so different in so many ways. And she is the opposite of my wife, Angel. But I can’t stay away from her,” I said. She nodded and then grinned widely.

  “You love her, you big dummy. Men are so clueless!’ she exclaimed, poking me in the chest.

  “Um okay... if you say so,” I replied hesitantly.

  “I do say so. Men can be blind,” she muttered. I smirked.

  “Ethel, the thing is I’m trying to get my shit together. I didn’t plan on being with anyone,” I replied. This woman was something alright, not afraid to speak her mind. Seems I was surrounded by women like that lately.

  “That’s not what I heard. You ran off and were whoring around,” she retorted.

  “Seriously? Can a man do anything in this town without everyone knowing what he did?” I asked.

  “Nope,” she replied with a smirk.

  “What the hell do I do then? I’m a walking nightmare, Ethel,” I admitted. She patted my hand with her own. Her fingernails were painted neon pink today.

  “Tell her. Don’t be a jack ass and be afraid. Life is short. I have been married for over forty years. Five boys. I asked him to marry me. Best damn thing he ever did,” she said.

  “You asked him to marry you? That’s funny, my Angel did the same thing,” I replied.

  “Good for her. I like a woman with sass and gumption. You need to shit or get off the pot. You’re not getting any younger,” she scolded.

  “I dunno. I have to think about this,” I said. She grabbed a fly swatter and whacked me on the shoulder with it. I screeched and shot her a dirty look. She crossed her arms over her chest, the fly swatter still clenched in her hand.

  “Stop thinking, boy. Tell her!” she said, threatening to swat me again. Holding up my hands, I nodded my agreement. She grinned and put down the fly swatter. Finishing my beer, I said my goodbyes.

  “Tell her!” she called to me as I walked back to my house, her comment making me chuckle.

  Even though it was almost eight thirty, I started dinner when I got in the house. It wasn’t anything fancy, just steak, baked potatoes and some corn on the cob. Chloe came home just as everything was ready and we sat down to eat together. She looked exhausted and said she was going to relax on the couch after dinner. I loaded up the dishwasher while she took a quick shower. She came out of the bathroom all pink and clean and it made me smile. Coming over to me, she put her arms around me and nuzzled against my chest. She smelled good enough to eat and I told her so, which made her giggle into my neck.

  “Baby, I’m going to go take a quick shower. I have to meet Axel and the guys in an hour,” I replied.

  “Oh, okay, baby,” she whispered, covering her mouth to hide her yawn. She walked over to the couch, grabbed her Kindle and lay down. I walked into the bathroom and started to get cleaned up after a long day at work. Twenty minutes later, I came out into the living room expecting Chloe to be passed out. She had her Kindle on and she was reading. She looked up and shot me a smile. I looked down at my phone and saw there were six missed calls from Jack. I’d see him in a few minutes, so I wasn’t going to call him back.

  “Well, I’m off,” I told Chloe, bending down to kiss her on the cheek. She looked up at me and switched her Kindle off. Her phone was tucked next to her and it slid off of the couch onto the floor. I picked it up for her and noticed my sister had texted her. That was odd, but I shook it off and handed her the phone.

  “What are you up to again?” she asked. She tucked her Kindle into her side and looked at me. She looked a little less tired after lounging on the couch.

  “Going over to Axel’s and then we’re going to the Demon’s clubhouse to hang out with Sid,” I replied. She nodded, but not before I saw the frown on her face. She quickly erased the frown and smiled sweetly.

  “See you later then?” she asked. I leaned down for one more kiss.

  “Definitely,” I said. She cupped my face and sighed. Walking to the door, I looked back over my shoulder to see her texting on her phone. Hmmm.

  Axel had ended up changing things earlier in the week because Gran was on the warpath. We were meeting up at the clubhouse, like I had told Chloe. Pulling into the parking lot, I saw that Axel, Jack and Sid were already there. Nodding to Pitbull at the door, I walked inside. Even though the rest of the MC was out of the building tonight, Pitbull still stood security at the door.

  “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed. The place was brighter and whiter inside. The walls were all painted white and the trim was done in black. There were vintage Harley posters on the wall, along with Demons paraphernalia. A huge ass picture of Big Kyle was on one wall, near the office. Funnily enough it was his mug shot from when he got back from Vietnam. The Demons insignia, a slutty looking demon chick straddling a pitchfork with a skull hanging off of it, was painted on the shiny wooden floor.

  “You like this shit?” asked Tangler, sipping on a beer at the shiny mahogany bar.

  “It looks almost respectable!” I admitted. Sid came around from behind the bar and grinned.

  “You know I have always wondered why, even as you get older, you manage to get prettier,” I told him. He shrugged and came over to pat me on the back. His hair was as long and blonde as the day we met, he just tied it back now.

  “Don’t be jealous, mate. Ladies like pretty men it seems,” he said with a laugh.

  “What in the hell are we doing here?” called out Matt, walking in with a black bandanna on his head. He took a beer offered to him by Tangler and sat a one of the tables. Sid stared at him and raised an eyebrow.

  “Oy! Wrong place, mate!” yelled Sid. Matt froze and looked at Sid. Tangler shook his head and smiled into his beer.

  “Uh... what?” Matt asked nervously. Matt was taller than Sid by a great deal, but Sid was intimidating as fuck.

  “Wrong place,” Sid repeated. Matt cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

  “For... what?” stammered Matt.

  “This is a book club meeting not a Latin Kings gang meeting,” teased Sid. Matt’s face flushed red and he shook his head.

  “Assholes,” he muttered. Jack ran into the clubhouse, obviously out of breath. He leaned over, hands on his thighs, attempting to catch his breath.

  “Yeah, that meeting is over at the Mexican restaurant on third,” said Axel. Matt flipped Axel off.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked me. I yanked the bandanna off of his head.

  “You look like a Mexican gang member when you wear this thing on your head,” I told him. He ran his hands through his long messy curls.

  “Aww look, Matty boy has pretty hair,” teased Axel. Matt shot him a dirty look.

  “Like a wee lass,” said Axel, using a Scottish accent. Tangler coughed and started to laugh.

  “Are you trying to sound like me?” growled Sid. Jack paled.

  “Uh... no... not at all,” Axel replied. Sid grinned.

  “Good thing, because I’m British, not Scottish,” he said with a laugh. Jack waved his arms.

  “Guys!” he yelled. We all turned to look at him.

  “What is your deal? You run in here and now you’re shouting?” I asked.

  “Bleu knows what we are doing and if she knows... ” he started.

  “Almeida and Chloe know too,” finished Tangler. Axel groaned. Matt shook his head.

  “Just how does Bleu know?” asked Matt, turning his gaze onto Jack. Jack’s face reddened.

  “Okay... uh, last weekend I got sick and tired of mediocre sex with my wife. As soon as we were done, she would go back to her fucking Kindle. So when she was at a doctor’s appointment, I took it. I read this one book about the guy and he steps on the girl’s head while he is banging her... ” he started.

 

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