Page 1 of A Very Merry Unbirthday (Sacred Sinners MC- Mother Chapter #2)

Gunz

With my ass on the couch, I sit back and twirl a Dum Dum in my mouth as I watch the current shitshow play out.

“We are not having another birthday party for Leech, Sugar Tits,” Big growls at his old lady and the entire group of Sacred Sisters, my woman included.

Oh, he can try to shut this shit down, but when these women get an idea, no matter how fuckin’ insane, there’s no way of puttin’ a stop to it.

Big needs to pick his battles. You’d think he’d know better than to square up in the fuckin’ clubhouse of all places with almost every sister present. Dumb move, brother, dumb fuckin’ move.

Bink, God love the woman, snorts derisively at her man. She steps out of the lineup of sisters and gets right in his face. Well, his chest, where she stabs a polished finger between his pecs. The fucker glares down at her, nostrils flaring.

Jez barks a laugh.

Leaving them to duke it out, Kit exits stage left and drops beside me on the couch.

I hook her leg over mine to keep us connected, then reach into my cut for another Dum Dum.

’Cause I’m a good husband, I unwrap it for her before pressing the sugary ball to her lips, which she accepts with a gracious smile.

“I should’ve brought popcorn,” she mumbles around the sucker stick.

“I warned you.” Last night, Kit said they were gonna use the group dynamic to convince Big to have a legit birthday party for Leech, knowin’ damn well he ain’t keen on elaborate parties.

Sure, booze and hangin’ with the brothers works, as there’s no real effort involved.

The club whores and sisters almost always supply food and entertainment on those nights.

Anything that requires glitter or decorations, and he’s puttin’ his foot down.

“I know ya did,” Kit says. “He’s such a dick sometimes. It’s just a party for his daughter. If I wanted to throw six birthdays for Adam this year, you’d be fine with it.”

That’s true, but I’m also not Big. “Yeah. I would,” I agree. “But it is almost Christmas, and we’re still at war. Not the best time to throw a second birthday party.”

“It was her first birthday, Erik. We missed it on account of my living in a warehouse.”

That’s also true.

I playfully nudge Kit with my shoulder, so she knows I’m not bein’ an asshole.

“I’m not arguin’ with ya, love. I get it.

It was her first birthday. We missed it.

But this ain’t about us. It’s about Leech.

They got a cake for her. She opened presents.

It wasn’t the party Bink wanted, but she didn’t go without.

She’s one. There will be more birthdays to celebrate. ”

“ Sooo,” Kit drawls. I can practically hear her eyes roll into the back of her skull without havin’ to check. “You’re saying you think this is a stupid idea.”

That’s not what I’m sayin’ at all.

“I think when Bink wants somethin’, Bink gets it,” I explain evenly. “Does it matter what I think?”

“Oh.” Kit huffs. “You’re playin’ that card, huh, mister?”

“Ye p .” I pop the Dum Dum from my maw and point the half-eaten ball at the line of women. “I’m not meddlin’ in sister shit. Y’all work it out. I’ll attend whatever. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Celebrating with her doesn’t matter to you?”

Oh. This woman is fiery today.

“Of course, it does. Don’t get that twisted. I’m gonna celebrate Christmas with our grandbaby and every other holiday. We just had Thanksgiving, love. Another party seems a bit much, don’t ya think?”

Kit lifts and drops a single shoulder as if she doesn’t know how to reply.

That mind of hers is likely runnin’ a million miles an hour, playing all the scenarios, trying to piece together the best outcome, as women do.

Well, my woman. “I’m not a party planner, but I wanna help,” she explains.

“Another could be fun.” Kit shrugs again and sucks harder on her Dum Dum, hollowing out her cheeks as she stares off into space, overthinking.

Giving Kit time to work shit out on her own, I massage her kneecap in silent support as I dial back into the Big and Bink spat. It’s a doozy, as it always is. Add in the wall of sisters still holding their own, and fuel has been dumped on this fire.

“Do you want to dress up as the Mad Hatter?” Bink asks Big as if he’s already relented.

Big rolls his shoulders as he flexes and unflexes his fingers down at his sides. “I’m not dressing up for shit, Sugar Tits.” His tone holds a warning. The kind that communicates don’t-fuckin’-push me.

Per usual, Bink does what she always does and refuses to back down.

“Then we agree to have an Alice and Wonderland -themed unbirthday for our daughter, and you won’t have to dress up.

” The woman sings all happy-go-lucky and shit.

Not at all payin’ a lick of attention to her old man’s rising agitation.

Well, she is, but she’s pretending not to.

I snicker at Bink’s masterful negotiating skills. Though, Big sees right through the bullshit. “Ha. Ha. Good try. I didn’t say that. I said, no party,” he counters.

“Would you like to speak about this in private?” Bink bats those long, makeup-coated lashes at her old man, once again making me wanna clap at her goddamn brilliance.

She knows how to play him like a fiddle.

Just as he knows how to play her. This back-and-forth banter has been happenin’ since she learned to talk.

We taught her well. Hit ‘em where it hurts the most. Play your cards right. Don’t take no for an answer.

Too bad this often comes back to bite us in the ass.

“Hell fuckin’ no.” Shakin’ his head, Big takes a hefty step away from his lady.

“That’ll land us in more shit. Your pussy in my mouth, agreeing to anything you fuckin’ say.

Everyone here heard me say no goddamn party.

We’ve had enough of ‘em, and there are more to come with Christmas and New Year's. Focus on those, Sugar Tits. Yeah?”

Bink takes a step forward, fillin’ in the gap between her and Prez. “Big.”

More of his firm headshaking ensues. “Woman. No. Fuckin’ no. Alright?”

Puttin’ my nose in where it don’t belong, I heave a sigh, spare a glance over to my old lady, and throw myself off the fuckin’ cliff. “Make it small,” I advise. “Give her what she wants, Big. Let her have the party. Drink tea and eat crumpets or whatever crazy shit they have in mind.”

Spinning on her boot heel, Baby Girl beams at me.

Listen, I’m not on her side, I’m on the side of this-might-be-dumb-as-fuck-but-what-can-it-hurt?

Them fighting over a party doesn’t help anyone.

Bink moping around, mad at Big. Him pissed off and takin’ his shitty attitude out on everyone.

Nope. I’ve been there and got the t-shirts.

Kit’s hand slides over mine on her leg and squeezes in approval. I fuckin’ soar at the simple touch.

“Gunz,” Big warns, glaring at me as if I just ruined his day. Better me than Bink. I can handle the heat. She’s tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for their kid.

“What?” I challenge him, brow archin’. “You tellin’ me you don’t want your old lady happy? Kit made a solid point. If she wanted to throw our kid six birthdays a year, I wouldn’t give a goddamn. That’s six times I get to hang with my kid, makin’ memories.”

“Motherfuckin’ goddammit.” Big throws his hands in the air and drops his pissed-off glower down to his old lady, who’s smiling so fuckin’ huge. “Fine.” He huffs in his usual dramatics. “Fuckin’ fine. But keep it small. Don’t go insane like you do for Christmas.”

Dancing on the balls of her feet, Bink launches herself at Big.

He catches her and lifts her off the ground, legs wrapping around his waist as she smashes her lips to his.

Yep, I assisted with that. Gave Bink what she wanted, and Big’s gonna be treated well here real soon.

On cue, Big carries his woman from the common room, their lips sealed, his hands groping all over her jean-clad ass.

Beside me, Kit chuckles at their antics and rests her head on my shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

No. I’m not. “Big’s stubborn,” I clarify. “Sometimes he’s gotta see reason when his stubbornness gets in the way.”

Knowing what Big and Bink are about to do, the sisters disband from their lineup. Many of them head to the kitchen to cook while Loretta, in quite the flashy get-up, drops onto the couch beside Kit.

“I gotta head to work soon. I’m glad that ended as quickly as it did. You did good, Gunz,” she says.

I shrug. “You know how he is.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re planning an Alice in Wonderland birthday party for next week,” Loretta explains.

“I guess so,” comes from Kit.

“It’s a good thing he said yes, or all the decorators and our secret planning would’ve gone to waste.” Loretta mashes her lips together, trying hard not to laugh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Kit’s wide-eyed guilt as if she’s worried I’ll be mad I’m just now hearing of their diabolical sisterly plans to host a party for our grandbaby. It takes a fuckuva lot to piss me off. This doesn’t even ping the radar.

I jostle her with my shoulder. “Love?”

She peers up at me, all innocent and sweet and shit. “Hmm?”

“How can I help?”

“You want to help?” she squeaks in surprise.

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“Will you wear the Mad Hatter's hat? ”

“Will that make you happy?” If it does, consider it done. I don’t care if she wants to dress me up as the Queen of Hearts. I’d rock the hell outta that evil bitch’s garb for her and my grandbaby. I’d make the best fuckin’ Queen. All royal and shit. Off with their heads. Yep. I could do that.

“Um. Sure?” Kit stares at my face as if trying to read between some imaginary line.

To squash that overthinking bullshit, I boop her on the tip of her nose. “Do I need to take you home and eat your pussy to make you damn sure?”

Face burning bright red as I talk dirty in front of her friend, Kit squirms against me.

“Or we can do it in my office?” I offer ’cause that’s a fair compromise.

Kit’s mouth opens, and the sexiest little gasp bursts free.

My dick grows instantly hard, pressing against the fly of my jeans.

Not caring if Loretta sees or not, I reach across Kit, grab her hand, and plant it on my erection. Another one of those gasps fills the air, and Loretta laughs. Thankfully, Kit doesn’t pull away and forms her fingers around my girth the best she can.

“Office?” I prompt again, using her hand to jack my cock over the denim.

Licking her bottom lip, staring wide-eyed at what she’s doing to me, Kit offers a fraction of a nod.

Hell yeah.

Bolting off the couch, I yank her up alongside me and hotfoot it outta the common room to my office on the other side of the clubhouse.

In front of the closed steel door, I place Kit’s hand on my dick to give her something to do as I fish my key outta my pocket and unlock the door in record time.

Within seconds, I’ve got her pants around her ankles, that bare ass on the top of my desk, and me kneeling on the ground, stuffing my face full of beautiful fuckin’ cunt.

Juicy and ready for me cunt. Perfect cunt. My cunt.

Kit rests her feet on my shoulders and a palm on my bald head as her other hand holds her upright on my desk next to my computer.

What do I do? I gorge. Eyes falling closed on a moan, I lose myself in my favorite dish.

Licking and eating it like it’s my last meal.

She quakes in pleasure. A cacophony of broken ecstasy pours from her lips.

Needing to be right there with Kit, I pull out my dick and jack myself in time with her chorus.

When Kit squirts, making a mess of my face, I lap it up and dive in for more, not giving a damn the front of my shirt is soaked, and my beard needs a bath.

“Erik!” she gasps, voice raw.

“Hmmm?” I mumble into her pussy and circle my tongue around her entrance, then back up to her clit where I give it a long suck into my mouth. Nails bite into my skull. I grunt from the pain, and my nuts draw up, ready to unload.

“Erik?!” she tries again.

“Hmmm?” My tongue slides back down to her hole, where I spear it, fucking her on my tongue.

“Give me your cock,” she begs. “Please. Fuck me.”

Nope.

That wasn’t the deal.

We did that in the shower this morning before I came to the clubhouse to work, and she started teaching her online college class. It was hot and quick. She still tastes of my cum.

Grunting “nope” into her pussy, I bathe in Kit’s essence, my heart pounding a million miles an hour as I fuck my fist in time with my ministrations.

Kit doesn’t argue. She succumbs to the onslaught as she shakes through a second climax.

I latch onto her clit to make it better. To wring her fuckin’ dry.

“Erik!” Kit screams, grabbing my head with both hands, nails biting into flesh, body bowing, as she smashes my face to her cunt, stealing my ability to draw breath.

I fuckin’ lose it.

Nuts throbbing, thighs tightening, cum rockets outta my prick, painting the floor, my fist, and my desk. Everything turns right-side up and upside down as I growl like a fuckin’ animal through the endless torrent of hedonism. The darkness beckons. My skin prickles.

I gasp for air and get nothing more than the taste of her flooding my mouth.

It’s heaven.

It’s Hell.

It’s her.

When Kit finally releases me, I collapse onto my ass and sag against the door.

A beat later, she’s right there with me, kneeling between my parted legs, her warm palms cupping my jaw.

“Erik.” Kit forces me to look at her.

I blink at the most beautiful creature.

“Erik.”

Limbs loose and heavy all at the same time, a lazy, sated smile curves at the corner of my mouth, or at least I think it does.

“Are you okay?” she asks, all breathy and mine.

I lick my lips and taste her there.

I’m fuckin’ wonderful.

Never better .

Tearing her shirt over her head, Kit wipes the mess from my face and chest, then my cock and hand. She tucks me back into my pants with great care.

To stop her fussing over me, I grip her wrist and lock my fingers around it. She quits what she’s doing to meet my gaze. “I love you so… fuckin’ much,” I rasp.

She smiles shyly. “I love you, too.”

“Come here.” Tugging her closer, I help my woman into my lap.

Ass on thighs, her face tucked into the side of my neck as I wrap both arms around her.

For however long we sit here, breathing together, sayin’ nothing.

It’s just us in our world. Tomorrow, I’m gonna help plan our grandbaby’s birthday party. Today, I’m gonna ravish my woman.

To do just that, I trail my hand down her side, up her bare thigh, and sneak right there in between.

Never one to argue whenever I wanna touch, Kit’s legs part just enough to let two fingers inside. A sexy little sigh slips free, vibrating at my throat as she nibbles there.

“Give me a few minutes, love, and I’ll fuck you like you asked,” I promise.

Kit’s answering gasp is all I need.

I am one lucky motherfucker.