Page 16

FIFTEEN

SHOTGUN

The weeks leading up to the cross-country ride, I spent whatever free time I had with Jade, and the boys. First order of business was to get her a new bed. We went with a California King and the day it was delivered, we wasted no time christening it after we got Killian down for a nap. Got sloppy about it after the kids went to bed, and on more than one occasion, I fucked her on all fours, her ass perched high, her face pressed into the mattress. I always snuck out before the kids woke up, though, and I felt guilty about it the next day.

Guilty for fucking her while the kids were down the hall and could catch us if they woke up.

Guilty for cheapening what we had done by sneaking out of her room.

And even more guilty for not holding her while she slept afterward.

Throughout all the time spent loving on my family, and fucking Jade, I contemplated how I would approach the club about our situation, and I’ve tried to configure how I would react to any and all consequences. But the truth is one doesn’t know how they’ll fight for everything until they find themselves in the thick of a battle. That’s why tonight I’m not thinking about anything other than Jade. It’s our last night together, and I’m going to give her something to remember me by when she’s alone in her bed every night.

Spreading my knees wide, I jerk my cock, enjoying the feel of Jade’s tongue lapping at my balls. She sucks one into her mouth as she arches off the bed and pushes her fingers into her cunt. As much as I love all the attention she’s been giving my cock, it’s high time my tongue takes over the work of her fingers.

I lean over her, spreading her legs wide. My face lowers, hovering over her pussy, and I watch as her fingers move in and out of her glistening cunt. She’s come twice, but that’s nothing for her. I thought things would die down, that once she got my cock inside of her, the daily number of orgasms would dwindle. But the girl is insatiable. She’d be content if she fell asleep with my cock inside her every night, and so would I.

Give it to her morning, noon, and night.

Fill her to hilt with cum and decorate her smooth skin with whatever is left.

Only to do it all over again.

Shoving her hand out of my way, I wrap my arms around her thighs, and pull her ass up from the mattress and her pussy to my mouth. Don’t know how she always tastes so sweet, or why I can never get enough.

I lick her from ass to clit, my tongue flattening over the sensitive bud. She moans around my balls, sucking one, then the other, her hand wrapped tight around my shaft, squeezing it as she thrusts against my face. I tear my mouth away for a second, swiping my fingers through her cunt, getting them nice and wet. My thumb circles her asshole, and I shove two fingers inside her pussy, scissoring them.

That makes her go wild, and suddenly my dick is in her mouth. She sucks and licks, swirling her tongue all the way down my shaft, taking it deeper and deeper, until the crown is touching the back of her throat.

She chokes and my precum leaks down her throat. I dive back into her pussy, my tongue frantically flicking over her clit. Her mouth loses my cock, and her nails rake over the backs of my legs. I push my thumb into her tight little hole, and she goes off like a firecracker, squirming and thrashing against my fingers and my tongue.

It’s fucking glorious, and when I’ve slurped up every drop, I pull my fingers out of her, and spread her pussy lips. Finding her clit all swollen and pulsing, I spit on it before taking my fingers back to it, rubbing it furiously.

Her legs close around my head, but I don’t let up.

“One more, mama. One more on my tongue, and I’ll give you my cock and take two more from you. Then, and only then, will I fill you with cum, and watch it leak down your pretty thighs.”

“Oh, fuck,” she cries, then she covers her mouth, muffling the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard come from her filthy little mouth, and I wring another orgasm from her tight little body.

My tongue slows, lapping at her as she comes down from her high. The scent of her pussy is all over me, and I consider not washing my face to see how long it will take for it to wear. Pressing a kiss to her thigh, I roll onto my back. My fingers close around her ankles, and I drag her legs over my chest.

“I don’t know if I can take anymore,” she pants, smoothing her hands over her sweat clad body.

“You can, and you will,” I tell her, grabbing her by the hips. I pull her up so that she’s on her knees and position her so that she’s straddling me. My cock springs forward, and cum drips from the tip onto my stomach. She swipes at it with her finger, then rubs it into her nipple.

I pinch the other one while my free hand travels up her body, and my fingers circle her neck. “Sit on my cock, mama. It’s gonna be three weeks before you can do it again, so you better make it count.”

“Is that a dare?”

“Take it as you wish,” I grunt, applying pressure to her neck.

She bends down, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that all you think about when you’re in California is my cunt and how empty it is without you.”

I wanna tell her that she doesn’t have to trouble herself, that it’s all I’m going to be thinking about anyway, but I’d only be doing a disservice to us both. Jade loves to fuck, but she loves it most when we fuck filthy, hard, and rough.”

She pulls my cock to her entrance and drops down hard, her ass smacks against my thighs and her tits bounce in my face, and she keeps at that pace, pulling off me only to pounce down hard, and harder. My fingers tighten around her neck in a feeble attempt to slow this down, but I like it just as fucking hard as her.

I slap her ass until it’s red and the palm of my hand stings. The sound of our flesh smacking and the scent of dirty sex fills the room, along with our moans, and all the filthy promises we make to one another. I lower my other hand between her legs and play with her oversensitive clit. Two strokes, that’s all it takes before she impales herself on my cock, her cunt spasms around me, and when I see her mouth open, my hand leaves her neck and flies up to her lips. Shoving my fingers into her mouth, I watch her fall apart as she moans around them.

My hips thrust upward, and with the hand I was using on her clit, I grab her hip, holding on as tight as I can as I fuck her mindlessly. There is no thought of tracking her cycle. I don’t worry about waking the kids. I don’t even care to know if I’m tearing her pussy apart. My vision blurs and with one more hard thrust, I welcome my release, shooting it deep inside her.

I pull my fingers out from between her lips and squeeze her tit as I try to remember how the fuck I’m supposed to breathe. When it feels like I have absolutely no strength, I release my hold on her. My hands flop onto the mattress, and she falls over me, her tits pressed tight against my chest, her face in my neck. We lay like that for a while, neither of us able to move. And even when I start to feel my cum leak out of her, I don’t make any attempt to move. It trickles down my thigh, and I still don’t fucking move.

“Don’t leave tonight. I want to sleep just like this, sticky with sweat, your arms wrapped around me, and your cock inside me.”

I take that as my cue to wind my arms around her. “The kids, Jade.”

“The door is locked, and if they wake before us, then we’ll just tell them the truth,” she whispers. “I don’t want to sneak around anymore, especially not in my own house. When you come home, I want you in this bed with me every night. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning, and maybe that’s selfish of me, but I don’t really think so. I think my boys want you close too.”

My chest tightens and my throat goes dry.

I want all that too.

So I give myself a pass, and I let myself fall asleep with my woman in my arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Raiden says, his lower lip quivering slightly. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

The kid is fucking killing me. All three of them.

“I’m not leaving you , Raiden. I’ll be back in three weeks, and you can Facetime me any time you want.”

“It’s not the same,” he argues, furiously wiping at the stray tear that slides down his cheek. He reminds me so much of Legend on the day of Irish’s funeral.

“It’s not, but please don’t think I am not coming back to you. I’d be lost without you guys, and I promise I need you more than you need me.”

Legend comes to stand behind his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Raiden. When Uncle Shotty makes a promise, he never breaks it. Just give him your pinky to seal the deal.”

Fuck.

This kid is going to make me cry. I swallow the lump in my throat, and wink at him, silently praying my emotions remain in check. Then I bring my attention back to Raiden and hold out my pinky. He hesitates for about a second before wrapping his little pinky around mine.

“No backsies,” he cries.

“No backsies,” I say hoarsely.

He releases my finger and throws his arms around my neck. “I love you, Uncle Shotty.”

“I love you too, kid. So fucking much.” I squeeze him tight, probably even a little too tight because he breaks the embrace shortly afterward. He moves to Jade’s side, giving Legend the opportunity to step forward.

I cup the back of his neck, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“Remember what I said?”

He nods. “I’m the man of the house now.”

“That’s right, my man. Do you remember what else I said?”

“You promised to always be there for me and Raiden, and mom too. But on the days when you can’t, I need to step up and help mom out.”

“Let’s put Killian in there too since he wasn’t born before we had that talk.”

“Okay,” he says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Hey,” I call gently. “Look at me.”

He lifts his chin, and as strong and brave as he is, his eyes are like a mirror image of my own, full of unshed tears, and a longing to belong.

“Couldn’t love any of you more if it were my blood running through your veins. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” he whispers.

“Take care of your mom.” My gaze cuts to Jade who unlike the rest of us is openly letting her tears fall down her cheeks. “C’mere, mama,” I say, holding out my arms. She repositions Killian so he’s hanging off her right hip and comes to me.

This morning we woke before the kids and when they came down the stairs, they found Jade sitting on my lap in the kitchen. Jade didn’t hop off, and I didn’t run to the other end of the kitchen. Instead we told them that their Uncle Shotty was head over boots in love with their mother, and that I’d be moving into the main house when I got back.

They looked at us like we were crazy, then Legend laughed, and said “I thought you were going to tell us you were getting married.”

Jade laughed, and said no. But as she asked the boys if they were okay with the idea, I was itching to ask them for their permission to marry their mom.

I’ll be a King until my dying day or they strip me of my patch, but the only people I answer to, the only people I seek permission to love their mother, are the three boys in this room.

I lower my mouth, gently brushing my lips over hers.

“I love you, Jade.”

With everything I got.

With everything I am.

And with everything I’ll be.