Caught up, p.25
Caught Up, page 25
“God, baby...what the fuck...” I growled. She just smiled.
“Shut up and enjoy this, Aaron,” she whispered. Who the fuck was I to stop her from doing what she was about to do. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft as she stroked my dick softly. Chloe did this twisting motion with her hand which made my spine arch and my toes curl at the same time. My balls ached and my dick throbbed. She took my dick into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the barbell pierced through its head. Sucking softly on the head, she suddenly let it go, making a “pop” sound.
“Fuck...baby....shit,” I moaned and that was about all I could say. It was a miracle I wasn’t speaking in tongues with the way she was wrapping her tongue around my piercings. Before I could say anything else, she slid all of my cock into her mouth, her tongue cradling my shaft. No one had been able to take all of it in before. I’m not small by any means, so I was waiting for her to gag and slide it out. But she didn’t.
“What... in the... fuck... Chloe!” I yelled out. She had fucking swallowed me whole and was moving it in and out, her tongue licking on my balls. I could feel the head of my dick throbbing against her throat. My eyes rolled back as I grabbed the back of her head with my hand. Slowly, rhythmically I fucked her throat with my dick and she moaned against my cock. She put her small hands on my hips and stilled my movements. Positioning herself over me, she started to fuck my dick with her throat. I grunted louder, unable to control my hips. My skin was drenched with sweat and my head was spinning. She moaned louder and continued to suck and lick me, pulling up to swirl her tongue around the head and then diving back down to swallow my cock whole again. I couldn’t see straight it felt so damn good. I felt a pressure in my balls and my lower back actually tingled. Suddenly, my hips jutted up violently and I came hard into her mouth. I whimpered and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. Slowly, she slid her mouth off of me and licked her lips. Her lips were swollen from sucking me off and her smile was shaky.
“Wow, baby... that was... fuck,” I said. My heart raced and my dick jerked a bit. I felt like I had just run a marathon naked.
“You’re definitely welcome,” she replied. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed softly.
“Where in the world did you learn to do that?” I asked, in awe of her talent but not altogether sure that I wanted to hear that some other guy had taught her that.
“That?” she asked, making it sound like it was nothing.
“Yes, Chloe, that,” I replied. She giggled into my chest.
“What is so funny?” I asked and that question alone made her giggle harder.
“I’m... uh... a trained professional sword swallower,” she replied.
“Come again?” I asked. She sat up and looked down at me.
“I’ve been able to swallow swords since I was a little kid. I used to be a part of my parents act,” she replied.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. She shrugged.
“It’s not really a big deal. Besides, any time I have ever told a guy, they automatically think I can suck a mean dick,” she replied.
“Well, yeah...you can!” I replied. She laughed.
“I wanted you to get to know me first before I told you,” she replied softly. The look in her eyes told me that she was really serious about this and my response was a “make or break” response.
“Thank you. For doing that. And being honest with me. I tend to forget to tell people important stuff until it’s too late,” I admitted. She smiled and I knew that I had answered correctly.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I forgot to tell Angel when we were first married, that I had money. And a house,” I replied. Her eyes widened.
“Those are two pretty big things Aaron,” she whispered.
“Yeah. They were. But like you, I didn’t want her to get caught up in what I had. I wanted her to get to know me for who I really was,” I replied.
“I can understand that. You wanted her to see you,” she replied. Reaching up, I touched her cheek and she closed her eyes, nuzzling into my hand.
“Chloe, you need to know something,” I whispered. Her eyes opened slowly and my breath caught at the blue heaven reflected back at me.
“Yes?” she asked.
“I am... I still think about her. About Angel. She is always going to be here. In my heart and I can’t forget about her,” I admitted. She studied my face for what seemed like forever and then smiled.
“Aaron, I have told you this before. I’m not asking you to forget her. I want you to think about her. I can share you with her memory. I won’t compete with her or any other woman for your love. But I’m also not going to ask you to erase her from your life. That’s irrational and cruel. I’m just lucky to be able to love you,” she replied. I framed her face with my hands and pulled her down to me for a kiss. She sighed against my mouth.
“I love you, Chloe,” I whispered. She purred happily.
“And I love you,” she replied. She stood up and took off her clothes. Smiling that devious smile again, she climbed atop of me on the couch and we proceeded to show one another just how much in love we were.
The next morning, Chloe was out of the house before I woke up. Today was my day off and I needed to find out what was going on with Axel before my next appointment with Willa. I silently prayed that he hadn’t fucked her and just dropped her off at her house. Caitlyn was in the kitchen cleaning up and she gave me a shy smile.
“Hey there. Good morning,” she replied. Country music was playing softly and she had been humming when I walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I poured myself some coffee from the pot on the counter.
“Good morning. What are you up to today?” I asked. She shrugged.
“Look for a job. Look for a place. Nothing much,” she replied. She tossed the sponge into the sink and turned to face me, leaning against the counter.
“Did you quit your old one?” I asked. She nodded.
“Yeah, I kind of went white girl crazy once I found out what happened with my husband. Plus, Vegas wasn’t really my thing. I need greenery, not sand,” she replied. I could understand that.
“I know what you mean. Okay so level with me, what kind of experience and education do you have?” I asked her. She smiled.
“I majored in physical education with a teaching certification. I wanted to be able to have something to fall back on if the whole aerialist thing didn’t work,” she replied. I nodded and took a sip of my coffee, my mind working overtime. Pulling out my cellphone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the number, handing it to Caitlyn.
“Call Lamar. He is the football coach and head gym teacher at Jasper Falls High School. Maybe they have something there for you,” I told her. She smiled wide and nodded.
“Thanks, Aaron!” she squealed and hugged me. She was skin and bones.
“You need to eat for Christ sakes,” I commented and she grinned. She skipped off to the living room and I could hear her making the call. I really hoped that she found a job and was able to pick herself up. I knew what it was like to have everyone look at you cross eyed and not want to give you a chance. She came back in with a smile on her face.
“How’d it go?” I asked. She grinned wider.
“Apparently the female gym teacher won’t be coming back this year because she just had a baby! So they are looking for someone to fill in for the entire school year! I have an interview tomorrow afternoon. Lamar was eating breakfast with the superintendent when I called. How lucky!”
“Wow, that’s great! Good luck!” I replied. She nodded and clapped her hands.
“Thank you, Aaron. I have to go call Daddy!” she said happily. I had made one Van Zant woman happy and I was hoping that I could make the two Van Zant women. But first I had to go see what my moronic son was up to.
Pulling up to Axel’s house, I saw that he was sitting on the front porch, head in his hands. He looked up when he heard my truck. I didn’t see Harley anywhere.
“Where’s the baby?” I asked him.
“Aunt Almeida’s. She slept over there last night,” he replied. I shut his front gate behind me and climbed the porch. Sitting down next to him, I studied him for the first time.
“So...” I started. He looked at me and grinned.
“Something you want to ask me?” he asked. I nodded.
“Seeing as how you see fit to butt your pointy little nose into my shit, I’m going to do the same to you,” I replied. He sat back in his chair and waited, hands laced behind his head.
“Last night, what in the hell were you doing?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” he replied. I leaned forward in my chair and looked at him.
“Don’t play games with me, boy. Flirting with my therapist and then taking her home? What the fuck was that?” I yelled.
“I didn’t know that you had laid claim to her. Did you piss on her before you took her into Molly’s?” he asked sarcastically. I felt my temper flaring up and I tried to remain calm.
“No. But you can make it very difficult for she and I to have a professional relationship if you’re fucking her,” I responded through clenched teeth.
“I get that. She is an adult though. Let her decide,” he replied. My mind couldn’t wrap around the bullshit spewing from his mouth.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you seriously sitting there right now spouting this bullshit when you see fit to treat me and Chloe like we are five years old?” I bellowed.
“Yup,” he replied with a satisfied grin.
“Did you fuck her?”
“Why do you need to know,” he replied. Running my hands through my hair I groaned.
“Do you not understand that seeing her, as my therapist, is a condition of my parole? Just like not getting involved in MC business. I’m on parole for five years Axel. If they find out my therapist dropped me, I could go back to prison. I don’t need this shit right now,” I explained. He looked at me and I wasn’t sure if my words were sinking in.
“This is my problem how? If anything, it would reflect badly on her. Stop worrying,” he replied.
“Are you even hearing yourself right now you insensitive prick? Do you only care about yourself?” I asked. He shrugged.
“That’s all you’re going to do? Sit there and shrug? Do you want me to go back to jail?” I asked.
“You make bad choices. It trickles down. This is my choice. You want me to stop interfering in your life? Then don’t interfere in mine,” he replied, the smile gone from his face.
“This is still about Chloe isn’t it?” I asked.
“No. I’m just sick of you not being around, not being accessible because of one of your bad choices,” he replied quietly. I nodded.
“Point taken. But think about this, your choices, the ones that you make right now? They are going to affect your whole family. I’m handling the situation with Chloe. What are you doing?” I asked.
“Handling the situation with Chloe? That’s what you call it? She’s pregnant Dad. Treat her like a girlfriend or whatever is close to one. Take her out on a goddamned date. Butt out about Willa and me,” he replied.
“There shouldn’t be a Willa and you. You just met her,” I retorted. He stood up.
“Why don’t we talk, really talk, after you take Chloe on a date,” he replied, going into the house. Why the hell was my son so hell bent on my taking my girlfriend on a date. I mean, yeah, he was right. But I was stubborn and so was he. Neither one of us was going to admit that the other was right. That would be too easy.
On my way back home, I got a text from Tangler, asking me to meet him at some address near the hospital. I plugged the address into my GPS, but for some reason it seemed familiar to me. When I pulled up, I knew why. It was Johnny Rotten’s. Sid had closed it down after Angel was killed, even though everyone begged him not to. He never explained why he did it, but shortly thereafter, he became President of the Demons. Tangler was parked out front, leaning against his bike. I saw Sid’s bike next to his, but Sid was nowhere in sight.
“Hey,” I called out. Tangler looked up and smiled.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Tangler opened his mouth to talk when Sid came around the side of the building, zipping up his pants.
“Really?” complained Tangler. Sid nodded and walked over to his brother. He touched Tangler’s cheek.
“Pee hand,” he called out. Tangler grimaced and bellowed at his brother.
“Seriously? You two have been doing that stupid pee hand bullshit since we were in high school. You guys are fucking unhinged,” I yelled out. I heard a car pull up and sighed when I saw it was Almeida.
“What in the fuck are they doing?” she yelled, pointing to Tangler and Sid trying to hit each other in the face.
“Pee hand,” I explained. She rolled her eyes and let out a whistle that would stop a herd of buffalo. Both men looked up and Tangler groaned when he saw his wife standing there.
“Are you kidding me? You’re both over the age of fifty and you’re rolling around like a bunch of twelve year olds! Knock it off,” she ordered in a stern voice. They looked at her and stepped away from one another.
“Fucking O’Donnell brothers, I swear,” she muttered under her breath. She turned to me and gave me a hug.
“Hey, honey, how are you?” she asked.
“This has been a surreal morning. Axel is being a dick and I think Caitlyn, Chloe’s sister, has pretty much moved in with us,” I replied.
“Why is Axel being a dick?” she asked as she put her car keys inside of her purse.
“Let’s see... I’m never around. I make bad choices. I knocked up Chloe and I haven’t taken her on a date,” I replied. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
“Chloe is pregnant?” she asked. I nodded.
“Well, shit. I mean, congratulations. But shit Aaron, haven’t you ever heard of condoms?” she asked.
“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” I asked. She frowned.
“He’s getting a vasectomy,” she replied. I looked over at Tangler and shook my head.
“Does he know he’s getting a vasectomy?” I asked with a laugh.
“Of course he does. If he ever wants to stop sleeping on the couch he’ll get one,” she replied. She smiled and then quickly frowned again. “What’s this I hear you got my son laid the other night?”
“That wasn’t my intention, I swear. I asked for his help with talking to my therapist’s assistant, who just happens to be gay,” I replied. She glared at me.
“What?” I asked. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Nothing,” she muttered. I put my arm around her.
“Do you have an issue with him being gay?” I asked. She shook her head furiously.
“No. I don’t know... I mean... I guess I’m just trying to get used to the whole idea. That’s all,” she replied. She looked defeated. I knew deep down, my sister only wanted what was best for her kids. Spike coming out had been a shock to the family.
“To be fair, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual,” said Tangler, coming over to us. Sid was eating a Slim Jim and walking our way as well.
“That makes it better how?” asked Sid. Almeida sighed.
“Can we stop talking about my son and whether or not he takes it in the ass, please? I have a meeting at the school that I can’t be late to,” said Tangler. Sid nodded.
“Lads, I’m retiring,” Sid said. Tangler whistled and Almeida’s jaw dropped.
“Is that even possible?” I asked. Sid nodded.
“Yes, it is. They even have a bloody ceremony and everything for it. I’m tired,” he replied. Almeida shook her head in disbelief.
“What are you going to do?” she asked. He pointed to Johnny Rotten’s like he was one of Bob Barker’s Beauties and he was revealing the next showcase.
“You’re going to re-open the restaurant?” I asked. Sid grinned and nodded.
“Couple of months ago, I was reading an article and it got me to thinking,” he said.
“You can read?” asked Tangler. Sid glared at his younger brother.
“Aye, slap head, I can read. The article was actually an interview with Ron Jeremy. I think it was in Rolling Stone or something like that. Anyways, in the article, it talked about his career in the adult film industry and how he would really like to settle down. Have a family. But he attracts the wrong women. It got me to thinking,” he stated.
“About?” asked Tangler.
“Really, dude?” I asked. Tangler grinned.
“Listen, with this crazy bastard, you never know. For all I know, he could say he wants to open this place back up as an adult film studio,” replied Tangler, pointing to the vacant restaurant. Sid groaned and ran a hand over his face.
“You would try the patience of a saint, you know that?” muttered Sid.
“I want to settle down. Have a family. Kids...a wife,” Sid said. Tangler looked at his brother in shock. I have to admit, I was shocked myself.
“Big Kyle died alone. From fucking AIDS no less. All those sweet arses he banged, all those women he had crawling all over him? Gone when shit got real. I don’t want to be like that. At least Kyle had his daughter. I have no one. Yeah I got women so that I don’t have to sleep alone, but it doesn’t mean shit to me,” he replied. His face was worn and sad, like this conversation, him admitting this to us, was taking it all out of him.
“Aaron, mate, you get a second chance with Chloe. Why can’t I have that with someone too?” he asked.
“Are you sure you’re not too old to be starting a family?” asked Tangler. Almeida smacked him in the arm.
“What?” he asked her. She shook her head at him.
“No, I’m not too old. Look at Rod Stewart for Christ sakes,” replied Sid.
“Or Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Bruce Willis,” I continued. Almeida nodded.
“Aaron’s right. You’re not too old,” she piped up. I gave my sister a smile, which she returned.
“Who is going to want to marry you?” muttered Tangler.
“Tangler!” yelled Almeida. He shrugged.
“First thing is to get this place opened up. I’m going to need all your help. Kids too. God knows Tangler has enough to help out. Then, I’ll look for the new missus,” announced Sid. I nodded.
