Chapter One
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My palm slaps against the shower wall while the other strokes my swollen dick. I think about Storm’s heavy tits and pierced nipples as my hand works my thick cock, the barbells of my Jacob’s ladder twist and turn with each stroke. I daydream about her tight, wet cunt, the way it milks me so hard I see stars. The way she breathes Mason and arches her back when she comes.
Fuck.
I miss fucking my woman.
I’m about tired of fucking myself with my own hand when I have a woman I love in the other room.
With a groan, I release my dick, turn the hot water off and stand under the cold stream.
It’s no use; my hand is no match for my insatiable need for Storm.
When my cock is flaccid, I turn the water off, grab my towel off the hook and wrap it around my waist.
I come out of the bathroom wearing a scowl, and it deepens when Storm doesn’t even look up from our daughter.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my daughter Miracle, she’s exactly that. A miracle.
But my lady hasn’t touched me since bringing her home from the hospital, not even when she came back from Arizona.
“Sugar, it has got to end sometime,” I grumble when she barely takes her eyes off the baby while trying to google something on her phone.
“I’m sorry. What did you say? I was googling ways to do bi-racial hair.”
I laugh when she drops the phone onto the bed. “It’ll be a while before you have to worry about it, darlin.”
“I wanna be a good mom.”
I finish getting dressed and shrug into my cut. “You already are.”
I squirt on her favorite cologne, and she still doesn’t pay me any attention when I stroll by to drop a kiss on Miracle’s forehead. Our daughter smiles in her sleep but Storm doesn’t even look up when I stand, so I nudge her leg with mine. “Apple.”
“Yeah,” she says ripping her gaze off our sleeping infant.
I grin when I finally get her blue eyes on me. “I’m having mom take the baby for a few hours tonight. I need you.”
A look of sheer panic crosses her face. “I’m not ready, ZZ.”
“Baby, she’ll be fine. She’s five weeks old, mom can handle her for a few hours.”
And with a tone I didn’t even know Apple had, she answers, “I’m not ready.”
I release a frustrated sigh when her attention goes right back to Miracle, dismissing me altogether.
I snag my wallet off the nightstand and mumble I love her as I leave the room.
I get no response back.
Only silence.
I trudge my way to the clubhouse for a stiff drink and to get out of a building filled with women and feelings.
Sniper is nursing a glass when I enter the bar, alongside Shadow.
I snort.
Shadow’s in hell because my oldest daughter is back on the compound and she isn’t going anywhere, so he can’t outrun his issues with her.
Sniper pushes out the bar stool with his foot and hands me the bottle from the countertop. “You look like you need it.”
With a grunt I sit and don’t even bother with a glass, I tilt that shit up to my lips and guzzle it. “Storm has a fear of bein’ away from the baby. I can’t get it in, brother. I’m goin’ nuts,” I say slamming the bottle down. “I’m bein’ cockblocked by my own child.”
A laugh escapes Shadow, and it pisses me off. “Shut the fuck up, Shadow. My other kid has you cockblocked.”
“Tea ain’t got shit on me,” he murmurs taking a drag off a joint.
“That’s why you’re in here nursin’ your blue ball blues isn’t it?” I chuckle. “Cuz, my daughter, doesn’t have shit on ya.”
Sniper kicks the bottom of my chair to try and quiet me but fuck that shit. “Whatcha gonna do when she moves on, huh?”
Shadow slams his fist down on the counter. “Knock it off, ZZ.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Why you gotta rear him up for,” Sniper questions when Shadow mumbles ‘fuck it’ and leaves the room. “You know the fucker loves her.”
I snort. “Cuz he’s a chicken shit about it.”
“Leave him and his demons alone, brother. He’ll figure it out.”
“Not soon enough.”
The door to the clubhouse opens and shuts and in comes Pyro looking all smug with a small limp.
“Take your happiness somewhere else, man.”
He chuckles. “I will in a minute. Prez around?”
“No, our brother isn’t here. He’s kissin’ Winter’s ass,” Sniper answers. “Why?”
What’s with his demeanor? He’s too smug. “What’s wrong with you?”
Pyro holds up his left hand, and I squint my eyes and whistle when I spot the fresh ink. “Oh, man. The women are gonna murder you.”
Sniper groans and drops his head to the bar. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this adoption shit now. All you fuckers are makin’ me look bad.”
“You were only supposed to go on vacation. What happened?” I question him.
Pyro grins. “I proposed. She said yes. I didn’t wanna wait.”
Damn. “Well congrats then, brother,” I say and Sniper repeats my exact words.
“Break the news to my other brother if you see him before I do, yeah?”
I open my mouth to respond but the fucker is already gone, and my thoughts are interrupted by Sniper banging his head on the bar repeatedly. “Would you stop. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Sniper picks his head up off the bar. “I was all for kids, man. I was.”
“Yeah?”
“But our world is fucked up, why bring a kid into the mix?”
I felt his dig, straight to the gut. “What else would you do with your life, Snipe?”
He groans and drops his head again. “You aren’t even gettin’ any,” he mumbles. “I love sex. I don’t wanna lose sex.”
I light a cigarette and exhale. “Piper processes change better than my woman.”
It’s the truth too.
Piper rolls with anything thrown at her.
Storm, my Sugar, she struggles with it.
“Brother, do you wanna be a dad?” I ask him while I roll my cigarette back and forth in between my fingers.
“Of course, I do,” he says when he lifts his head from the wood. “Fuck. I think I’m havin’ a midlife crisis.”
I stub my cigarette out and slap him on the back. “I’m gonna need you at your best.”
He pulls back, confused. “What do you mean?”
“You’re the life of this place.”
He frowns. “I can’t always be. I got fuckin’ feelin’s too, man.”
I bark out a laugh and slide the bottle to him so he can refill his glass. “I know. I’m fuckin’ with you.”
Seneca comes into the room and takes on look at us miserable bastards sitting at the bar and turns right back around.
I don’t blame you, brother.
“Listen, Snipe. If you wanna be a dad, be a dad. I don’t regret bein’ a father, and I’ll never regret it.”
He studies me for a moment and cracks a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “Even when you ain’t gettin’ any?”
I shove his shoulder. “Fuck off.”
The clubhouse door opens and closes again.
The footsteps of the person coming down the hall, light, hardly audible.
A woman.
Lana.
Lana looking a little green.
I watch her every move, hesitant to trust her; she strolls behind the bar and grabs a bottle of tequila, uncaps it and takes a long gulp. “I got shot in here,” she says with a hiccup.
I remember, but what the fuck are you doing in here?
“He got married,” she squeaks and takes another pull from the bottle.
I sigh. “Lana… you fucked up.”
“You have no idea how bad off he was,” Sniper chimes in, “he was a fuckin’ mess. He’s in love now. He’s happy. Don’t fuck with it.”
She swipes at her face with her free hand. “She’s really nice.”
I nod. “She is. You’d like her.”
Lana downs another quarter of the bottle and recaps it when she’s had her fill. “It’s so hard not to like her,” she murmurs. “I dislike her too.”
I narrow my eyes in warning, and Lana backs up with her hands in the air. “I’m not going to cause him problems with her.”
She better fucking not.
I have never seen Pyro this happy, not even when he was with her.
Lana faked her death, and now she has to deal with the consequences of coming back to a changed reality.
I have no sympathies for her. At all.
I hear the tall tell signs of women’s boots coming down the hall. “Is this a pity party?” Dizzy questions the room and Sniper groans once more.
“More or less,” I comment taking another pull from the bottle.
“If it isn’t a ghost from the past,” Dizzy taunts Lana.
“Diz,” I warn. “She’s sufferin’ enough.”
“Cuz Pyro went and got himself a new woman? Please,” she snorts. “Get over yourself. You didn’t want him, now someone else does.”
“He got married, Diz. She’s feelin’ it, alright.” I run my hands through my hair in aggravation. I’m not getting laid right now. I can’t deal with everyone’s bullshit. Especially female bullshit.
“What do you mean he got married,” she asks moving around the bar to stand beside a slack-jawed Lana.
Sniper lifts his head from the bar. “He went on vacation and got fuckin’ married.”
Pyro’s marriage doesn’t shock me in the least. He was a miserable bastard for so long, and at the first taste of happiness, he snagged it up.
“Shit,” she grumbles. “You guys are depressing me. It’ll be quiet for at least a few more weeks; until retaliation, and here you all are, sitting around in your sorrows.”
I stand. “Later assholes.”
When I’m in the hallway, I toss out a few words for Sniper. “Give her what she wants, brother.”
Sniper hollers. “Fuck you!”
*
I push open the door to our room to find Storm standing there with a smile on her beautiful face.
“She’s sleeping.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I promise as I shut the door and move towards the bathroom.
“Not what I meant; drop your pants.”
Oh, fuck!
“Yes, ma’am.”
I pull my pants down exposing my hard cock; it’s on a constant state of arousal lately.
Lack of use is my excuse.
“Lie down on the bed, baby. Legs over the edge,” she orders me.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I sit down on the bed, hand her a pillow for her knees, and lay back as she moves into position.
Storm drags her nails up my thighs, and when her breath cascades over my cock, I about come on the spot. That’s how long it’s been since my cock has been in any of her hot holes. As her mouth sucks in my dick, our daughter begins to cry, and I do too because Storm pulls away muttering a lame ass apology.
I would have only taken a fucking minute.
I lean up on my elbows, and get pissed she isn’t even looking in my direction. I understand being a parent; I’ve been one for years. More than half my fucking life. She could have let Miracle cry for one minute. It wouldn’t have hurt her to have a good, one minute cry.
Feeling rejected, I stand, pull my pants up, and leave without a word.
This is getting out of hand.
Way out of hand.
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