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

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There’s a motherfucking four-foot-tall mushroom with a blue caterpillar sitting on top in the middle of my clubhouse. Right here, taking up space in all its ugly-as-hell glory.

Why did I agree to this birthday party?

Well, I didn’t actually agree to anything, now did I?

More like the hottest fuckin’ woman to ever exist smiled at me, and I… caved like a little bitch.

Nothing’s changed in that regard.

She wants something, and she gets it.

Even if I fuckin’ hate celebrations that include spending my money on pointless frou-frou shit, I’ll deal with it for her and our kid.

It’s not like I don’t already have a heaping mess of other important shit on my plate to handle, like running a club and keepin’ us alive—thanks to a war that’s been brewing for a goddamn decade.

Though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy torturing a few of those low-life motherfuckers who infiltrated our compound.

It was a little fun. Or a lot. Satisfying would be a better term.

Cursing under my breath at the next item on my endless to-do list, I yank my phone from my cut and connect a call to our cleaner to handle the current mess Kade gifted us. While I’m at it, why not have a hideous movie-sized caterpillar smoking a pipe keep me company?

Fun times.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Kade, but fuck, he’s a nightmare to rein in. He gets a little too excited, and I end up with a bloodbath I gotta manage delicately before the cops go sniffin’ around and get their asses hurt in the crossfire of our current feud.

Kickin’ the flared base of the mushroom, I wait for our guy to pick up.

“Mr. Sunshine’s cleaning service,” our brother Sunshine answers in his best customer service voice, which sounds a helluva lot like chewed-up gravel.

“I need a deep clean.” In our world, “deep clean” is code for lots of blood or body parts.

“How many rooms, sir?” Rooms equal bodies needed to be disposed of.

“Ten.” Heaving in inward sign, I shake my head. If there are ten bodies, I can’t imagine what Kade and his old lady did to the group of sickos they came across, and I’m too tired to ask questions. That’s for their club president to deal with.

Sunshine whistles, impressed. “That’s quite the mess, sir. I’ll put you on the calendar. Thank you for doing business with Sunshine's cleaning service.”

The call disconnects, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Puttin’ me on the calendar means Sunshine has time to take care of this issue ASAP.

He would have given me the standard brush-off if he didn't have an opening, and I’d be stuck calling someone else.

Trust me, you don’t wanna call anybody else, which is why Bear, our Texas president, reached out for a favor.

Sunshine and I go way back. Bear needs the best of the best, and I’m just the man to get it for him.

All our Sacred Sinner cleaners are nomads, and most of ‘em work under Sunshine. They join the club and clean up our fuckin’ messes.

We couldn’t operate as smoothly or under the radar without them.

Sunshine’s top tier. Been with the club for decades and has lots of experience.

If you need a deep clean, he’s your man.

Dropping a text to Gunz, I ask him to send the coordinates to Sunshine as I pace around the plushy statue-thing Sugar Tits bought for our kid's birthday.

An unbirthday party.

I snort.

Who the hell has unbirthdays?

Then again, this is straight up my fault.

I got Bink into Alice in Wonderland when she was little. Of course, she’d wanna carry over the tradition to our daughter.

“It’s kinda ugly,” Bulk sings as he exits the kitchen’s swinging door, carrying a sandwich and a bag of chips under his arm before he drops onto the nearby couch.

Glaring at the offending statue, I flick the caterpillar's forehead. “I don’t know how this thing translates to havin’ a small party. This had to have cost a fortune, right?”

“Jez’s had that in our garage for the past month,” Bulk explains .

“Fuck.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “Those women are devious.”

“They are, but they’re hot.”

“Yeah. Bink’s lucky I adore her fine ass.”

Bulk nods once in agreement. “Just you wait. I saw the totes in Gunz’s garage.

Kit’s got a stash of shit in there, too.

Not for Christmas, either. Pretty sure a giant purple-and-pink cat head matches this theme.

Yeah?” Bulk takes a big bite of his sandwich, chews for a beat, then talks with his mouthful. “How ya gonna deal with this, Prez?”

Fuck if I know.

How would you deal with this?

Light it on fire?

It’d make good kindling.

Knowing I’d be here, my old lady saunters her sexy fuckin’ ass into the room as if I’m not standing next to her recent purchase that, from the ground to the top of the caterpillar's head, reaches my shoulder—which means it’s as tall as her, if not taller.

And if Bulk’s here…

“Did you deliver this?” I accuse my brother. ‘Cause there’s no way any of the sisters got this in here by themselves, and their normal go-to brother who plays into their scheming bullshit happens to be at Jade’s… which only leaves…

Shrugging as if it’s no biggy, Bulk’s lips split into a wide, full-of-bread smile.

What does my old lady do?

Blonde hair swaying as she walks, Bink leans over the couch arm and plants a loud smooch on Bulk’s cheek. The fucker blushes ten shades of oh-shit as I growl at my woman touching another man, even if it’s as a thank you for his involvement in their sisterly games.

When she’s done pissing me off, the siren swings a dick-hardening smile my way—in obvious challenge. Oh, she wants to play.

“Sugar Tits,” I grate.

“Big.” Bink hitches her ass on the couch arm and stares me down like she’s waiting for me to acknowledge the statue I’m standing beside and give her hell for it.

Oh. No. No. No, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Not at all. Let her win? I think not. She wins far too much as is.

Knowing what’s good for him, Bulk quietly disappears into thin air.

“How are you today, babe?” I keep my tone as neutral as possible, even if my pulse is racing and my dick is so fuckin’ hard it could pound nails.

She’s in so much trouble for this.

Her pussy and mouth are gonna pay, and pay, and goddamn pay for this level of deceit.

That blue gaze knocks me straight in the chest—full of innocence and… Fuck…

Swallowing thickly, I growl, nostrils flaring as I give in to whatever the fuck I want. This is my club. My home. My woman. She’s just… I dunno what I did to deserve such perfection, but it’s mine. Has always been mine. Will always be mine.

Eyes tethered to hers, nothing else in this world matters as I undo my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. Down rips my zipper, and out the slit of my boxers, I pull my erection.

Bink’s throat bobs, and that big-titted minx licks those pink lips like this is the first time she’s ever seen a cock that turns her on.

I don’t say jack nor shit.

Not even when Viper enters the common room from the back hall, takes one look at what’s goin’ down, and slowly backs away, hands up.

Smart man.

Bink straddles the couch arm and rubs her leggings-covered pussy across the fabric.

If that gets her off, cool.

But she knows what really gets her off.

Me.

This cock.

It’s hers.

Nobody else's.

And this cock deserves a fuckin’ reward for puttin’ up with this hideous statue in our common room.

It’s been a day since the sister showdown.

A single day since Gunz took their side on Leech’s party, the asshole.

Refusing to give in to temptation, my old lady keeps rubbin’ her cunt on the couch as I continue to stare her down with my dick out.

When her eyes squeeze shut, and a violent shudder rolls through her body, I almost come.

There’s something about watchin’ your woman let go—no holds barred, no bullshit.

She comes when she wants, how she wants.

The longer we’re together, the easier it is for her to get off.

If I breathe in the right direction, she detonates for me.

“That feel good, Sugar Tits?”

Bink bites her bottom lip.

“You know I’m gonna fuck the treachery right outta you for buyin’ this ugly thing.” To prove my point, I slap the back of the caterpillar’s head, wantin’ more than anything to blow a hole clean through it… right between the eyes.

Not sayin’ a thing, Bink gets her fine ass up, saunters my way, those wide hips ‘a swayin’.

She stops before me and drags the tip of her finger down the center of my chest and my stomach to my dick.

She swirls the digit around my cockhead, once, twice, three times, gathering the mess she’s made there by just bein’ alive.

I fuckin’ wait to see what she’ll do next.

Get on her knees? Take down those leggings?

Eyelashes fluttering up at me, she smiles that same sweet mixed-with-sin smile and stops touching my cock long enough to approach the statue, find some hidden compartment that unfastens the caterpillar from the top of the mushroom, exposing a flatter surface.

“Sugar Tits.” I step up to help her set the insect on the ground, but she nudges me away with her hip. “What’re you doin’, babe?” I chuckle, sliding my hand across her lower back.

Bending over the mushroom, Bink slips the back of her leggings down her juicy ass, exposing it to me and the rest of the room.

“Babe,” I growl and grab handfuls of her round, supple flesh before dropping to my knees to stuff my face full of her sweet-smelling cunt… Where I gorge and get drunk on her scent.

A low rumble battles in my chest as I tongue fuck her wet pussy until I make her come. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Or four. My old lady writhes and gasps the sexiest little sounds as I take what’s mine.

Swiping my tongue down to her clit, I suck the bud into my mouth.

“Big!” she cries out .

I growl and suck harder.