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Flying Bananas

G rizz

“Baby, give me your ass,” I whispered into Meredith’s ear, before gently rolling her onto her stomach.

The nightmares weren’t over, but they weren’t severe enough that she wasn’t able to fall back to sleep quickly.

She’d let me hold her most of the night, with her ass firmly pressed against my dick, and if I didn’t get some relief, I was going to end up walking around with a severe case of morning wood.

“Baby.” I kissed the back of her neck. “You’ve made me hard as a rock.”

“Rub one out,” I heard her mumble against the pillow.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this, the bantering in the morning that might lead nowhere but would keep me running on high for the rest of the day. “It’s not the same when your pussy is right here, calling to me.” I chuckled, kissing the back of Meredith’s neck again.

I didn’t want to be overly optimistic. The honeymoon stage was well and officially over, but the woman I’d become obsessed with was peeking out from underneath all the hard layers she’d built.

I was finally secure in my marriage. My wife wouldn’t walk out of here one day and never look back without me.

“Not up,” she grumbled some more.

“We don’t lie to each other.” I slid my hand underneath the duvet, down the back of my t-shirt she wore, to the skimpy pair of panties underneath.

“What do I win if these are wet?” I asked, cupping her from behind.

Laying an open-mouth kiss to the skin at the base of her neck, I went for broke.

“If you’re wet, I get sleepy morning sex. ”

“If I win?” Her breathing had picked up.

“You won’t, but I need to know you’re with me.” I wasn’t worried she was humoring me, but I’d started checking in with her more. It was becoming a habit, and I didn’t mind listening to her thoughts that she was only comfortable telling me.

She pulled her legs toward her chest and pushed her ass up in the air. “I hate you.”

I dragged the duvet down and knelt between her legs. “You hate how much we need each other.”

“Keep dreaming.” Her head was still laying on the pillow, with her face turned towards the wall.

“Moment of truth time.” I flipped the shirt to her waist and let it hang down. The black lace panties blinked at me as if they were a neon sign on the fritz. Try me. Touch me , they yelled out. I ran a digit down the gusset, barely touching her.

“How come I never win?”

I bent over her back, making fists to hold myself up above her.

I was tall enough that if I dropped over her, I could reach her ear.

“You won me.” I couldn’t hold my laugh back, and there was a grunt underneath me.

“You’re the best prize I’ve ever won, and I’m holding on with both hands to keep you.

You’re mine.” I slid the panties to the side and ran the tip of my finger over her, collecting the wetness. “Your body knows who you belong to.”

“Damn you.”

“If I’m damned to hell, then you’re coming with me.

You won’t ever leave me again.” I was losing control as I sat up, kneeling in between her spread legs.

Ripping the scrap of lace that barely covered her ass, I grabbed her by the hips, lined myself up, and pushed all the way in. We both moaned at the contact.

I slowly rocked against her, running my hands underneath the shirt to feel her bare skin.

Memorizing the curve of her hips, I envisioned how they would feel when she was pregnant with my baby again.

Drifting up her torso, I could feel the indentions of her ribs.

She was still too skinny, but at least she was eating more.

My hands cupped her breasts, and I used the momentum to pull her back against me. A low whine escaped.

“You’re only a good girl for me.” I slowly pumped my hips, sliding my dick repeatedly into her from behind as I squeezed her chest.

“I only come with you.”

“Damn fucking straight.”

She pushed back against me as I drove forward, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. “Oops.” Meredith shifted onto her forearms for leverage before pressing back against me again.

It was a game to see if each moment we connected could be louder than the previous one. I would slam into her, and she’d push back against me, over and over, until we were both about to explode.

I had shit timing, but the words were tumbling out of my mouth before I could catch them. “I’m not rushing you, but you’re going to give me another baby. Want to know why, Meredith?”

It felt right to let go of some constraints I’d been holding on to ever since I’d brought her to the clubhouse.

She was stronger now, and I was no longer afraid she’d run, leaving me.

If anything, the cartel’s attempted kidnapping had closed some of the divide that Pulse had created.

We were good, and the brothers were slowly coming around.

I waited, but the moans and groans coming from her were enough for me to come, and I needed her to understand this one thing.

I thrust within her. “You’re…” I thrust again.

“Mine.” The base of my spine tingled, and I only had one or two more thrusts before I would come deep inside her.

“Who do you belong to?” My hands shook as I grabbed her hips harder.

“Always you,” she whimpered, burying her head against the pillow, her body shaking from the impending orgasm.

“Let it go, baby. Take me with you.” I reached around her to flick her clit, giving her extra stimulation.

She reared up from the pillow, with her back curving as the T-shirt slid down to her hips.

Meredith bumped her ass against my dick, and I didn’t stop fucking her as hard as I could.

Neither one of us heard the headboard anymore, nor did we care how loud it was.

Chasing the high was the only thing on our minds as she clenched around me.

I’d never had a breeding kink, but if this was the time she got pregnant again, I wouldn’t mind.

She flopped back down on the mattress as she came down from the orgasm, officially breaking our connection, the lack of friction stinging in the open air of the bedroom.

“Marry me, Mer.” I didn’t expect her to say yes, but I wasn’t giving up hope that one day she’d take pity on me.

“Not after you’ve just rearranged my insides.”

“That’s fair. Go back to sleep.” She didn’t need my permission, but I enjoyed watching her eyelids succumb. It was still early, the sun barely rising, and Meredith wasn’t a morning person. I’d hear from her in a few hours.

I headed to the ensuite, took a quick shower, and made sure Meredith was alright before heading downstairs. Coffee was calling my name.

No one was in the kitchen when I started the pot, standing in front of the window as I waited. It was the first time in a long time that I wasn’t secretly worried about something. I’d slept well, gotten exercise, and now I was ready to tackle the day.

“You’re smiling.” Pretty opened the back door that led from the kitchen to the side yard. All brothers had been told not to leave the clubhouse without a riding buddy, and here he was, walking in by himself.

“Where’s your buddy?” If he had taken an unnecessary risk, I wouldn’t have to beat some sense into him; Wreck and Sabre would get to him first.

“Don’t need a buddy when I didn’t leave the grounds.” He yawned, and I noticed he wore the same clothes as yesterday and his jeans had dried stains on them.

I chuckled as I poured two cups, walked over to the kitchen table, and handed him one. Taking a seat across from Pretty, I asked, “What’s going on with you and Wreck?”

Pretty chugged the coffee as if it was a beer. “Some things are just different behind closed doors.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but Scrub walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the coffeepot, pouring himself a cup.

“What did I miss?” He sat next to me, raising the cup to his lips.

“Nothing, just another night in the clubhouse.” Pretty instantly transformed in front of my eyes. He was smiling as if he didn’t have a care in the world and sat back in his seat. Crossing his arm over his chest, he still held his cup in his hand.

“The ER was steady, but nothing exciting to report.” Scrub raised his mug in Pretty’s direction. They’d grown up together and were close.

“Why the fuck are the three of you so chatty so early?” How walked into the kitchen only wearing jeans. “You.” He pointed at me. “If you’re going to knock the headboard, can you at least wait until a reasonable hour?”

I watched him over my shoulder, waiting for the perfect opportunity. “Better me than Zook.”

He stopped right in front of the pot with his hand out. “Aww fuck, brother. Why do you have to do me like that?” Grabbing a cup, he slugged me in the arm as he sat in the chair across from me.

Over the next half hour, brothers floated into the kitchen to grab coffee or light breakfasts. Some of them sat with us, shooting the shit, and some floated out into the main room. I was soaking it in, in case this was one of the last peaceful mornings I had with my brothers.

The conversation had lulled when Pretty started in about my leaving. “Seriously, dude? You’re going to pack your shit and leave? That’s fucking dumb. What the fuck would you do? You can’t put motorcycle club vice president on a resumé.” He didn’t know when to stop.

“No, but I have enough to get started, and once we land somewhere, I’m sure there will be plenty of construction jobs.” I had made no definitive plans, but I’d thought about the what ifs. I didn’t want to leave, but if it came down to it, I would.

“You’re going to let him leave?” Pretty turned on his brother, pointing his finger in Sabre’s direction at the head of the table.

“I’ve never gone back on my word, but I offered to bury him in the backyard.”

Laughter floated around the table.

“Girlie pop’s not that bad once you get to know her,” Dead remarked drily.

I didn’t show any outward emotion at what he had said, but it made me feel good.

Dead wasn’t a brother I was close to, but for him to step up like that meant something to me.

My marriage wasn’t perfect, but we were on the mend.

It just made me want to go back upstairs and thank Mer for all the hard work she’d done putting her life together.

I hadn’t mentioned it, but I had noticed.

“How can you get to know someone by watching TV with them?” Scrub asked.

“TV and chill. You should try it on Stands,” Pretty answered definitively, as if he had experience in the matter.

“What the fuck do you know about that?” Wreck chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not that hard to date when you have the face of an angel and the mouth of a vacuum. I get more ass than a toilet seat.” Pretty smiled, and then his eyes widened comically. “Oh fuck, Dead might be trying to steal your wife, Grizz.”

Dead and I both said no at the same time.

“None of you give her enough credit. You fucks just see the obvious shit that Flo does, like the Christmas party. How many brothers in this room know that Buster is trying to figure out how to maximize the space in the banquet center?” Dead sat back in his chair, eating a banana.

“My hiring record is still intact.” Count pumped his fist in the air.

“I’m not really worried about it. Once she gets going, it’ll be fine,” Sabre said.

“It’s more than fine, asshole. None of you questioned when we voted on the banquet center.

We all expected Flo to do great things. When Meredith makes this club millions, I’m going to throw it in your faces every time one of you tries to dog her.

” I puffed out my chest, very much the proud husband.

I took a swallow of my coffee, hiding my amusement. It gave me hope.

“She might design, but it remains to be seen if she’ll actually make the club money. If you ask me, this design firm is more of a hobby for a bored housewife.” Cyph opened the refrigerator, grabbing an energy drink.

I had no clue what he was talking about, but I didn’t like how any of it sounded.

“If she wants to be an Old Lady, then she needs to act like one. I’ll never vote her in.” He popped the top on the drink before taking a long swig.

“You need to be careful before you make statements like that. What are you talking about?” Meredith must have thought none of this was important because she hadn’t told me. I’d have to ask her about this in case I needed to squash the animosity.

“Your bitch doesn’t understand her place.” He was turning to walk away when Dead threw his banana peel at the back of Cyph’s head.

“You fucked up,” Dead said. “Instead of accepting it, you want to throw her under the bus like everyone else.”

My breathing had picked up, and I gripped the bottom of my chair so that I wouldn’t attack before I had the entire story.

“I didn’t do a fucking thing. You might kiss her ass, but I don’t answer to her. In fact, I’m done catering to the broken doll act.” Cyph spat the last word.

“Bent, but not broken. I’m going to need some answers, so one of you needs to talk. Now!” My hands were clammy, waiting for the story that I knew I would instantly hate before I started swinging.

“Count told Buster to talk to Cyph about a new laptop for the design firm. Supposedly, there’s software she needs, but when she went to go ask, fucknuts over there thought screwing a club girl was more important than an Old Lady making the club money.

” Dead crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you get the erectile dysfunction checked out?”

“He couldn’t get it up?” Pretty was the first to catch the implication. He threw his head back and laughed so hard he snorted, hitting the back of his chair.

“Next time, be nice to her,” Dead told Cyph.

I’d won an ally, but I was seriously considering if he was trying to steal my wife.