Razz
The next day Trigger was challenged, but excelled and I couldn’t be more proud of him. It takes a lot for a man who’s never been a submissive and probably doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body to submit. I have complete faith in him to pull off what needs to be done this weekend.
The butterflies in my stomach haven’t subsided. Nope, they’ve only caused a tornado. Ever glimpse I get of Trigger nude or the hunger in his eyes, I feel the need to keel over.
The past few days seem to have wiped the past years of dread and self-pity away and replaced it with desire, want and acceptance. The more I’m around him, the more I feel as though we have become one with each other.
I know it’s probably stupid to think that Trigger considers the time spent with me to be more than preparation for the upcoming weekend, but I’m a woman. I’m a woman who has wanted him even when he was a pimple-faced boy. Attractive, huh? Judge all you want, but when you have your dreams standing in front of you and don’t have anything standing in the way who wouldn’t fantasize about what if.
Right now, I’m watching that fantasy in tight faded blue jeans, a black wife-beater, and kutte bent over his bike pretending it has an issue. Here I am standing innocently holding oil in one hand waiting to ruin his father’s jeans just to make our prank come to life.
Gravel crunching behind me has my nerves skyrocketing hoping I can pull this off.
The sound of Rudy’s booming voice makes me startle even though I knew he was behind me. “Son, what’s wrong with your bike?”
Trigger rises and winks at me. “Not sure. It seems to be leaking oil but I can’t find anything wrong. Just wanted to figure it out before we leave.”
Rudy slaps a hand to my shoulder lightly and I jerk in the process, releasing the oil container from my hands which lands directly on to Rudy’s crotch.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” I stammer out trying to hide my glee with actually accomplishing my task. “Let me get a rag and help you clean it up.”
“No, darling.” Rudy soothes. “I can just go change.” He takes in my face then my eyes. “You okay, hun? You’re awfully jumpy.”
“Yeah, I’m good, just trying to mentally prepare for this weekend. I guess I still have some kinks to work out.”
He nods and with a final squeeze of my shoulder, he turns and walks towards the Clubhouse. I turn to Trigger, who’s wearing a wicked smile that matches my own.
He lifts his hand and I high-five him. “Showtime, Razzle Dazzle.”
We move around the Clubhouse hand-in-hand and take a seat next to Greer and Queenie, who have knowing smirks on their faces.
Ten minutes later, Rudy rushes out of the door and heads towards the grill. He bends over in the cooler to pull out hot dogs for the kids.
The chatter, that was once overwhelming, silences. Looking around the yard, all eyes are on Rudy’s ass and I can’t hold back my chuckle that has a domino effect on the crowd.
I watch as Marc saddles up to Rudy’s side and speaks in his ear. Rudy’s spatula-less hand reaches behind him and rubs the pockets of his jeans. He tries to look at his ass without much luck.
The smoke is rolling out of his ears as he glances around his brothers, kids and the women. His glare reaches Trigger and me. I grip Trigger’s thigh trying to hold in my laughter as he stomps towards us.
“Little girl.” He growls.
“Yes.” I respond naively.
He bends over the picnic table and is nose to nose with me. “Did you do this to my jeans?”
“Nope.” I say as I pop the ‘p.’
He rolls his shoulders and turns to Trigger. “Son, did you put fucking jewels on the ass of my jeans.”
Trigger shakes his head. “Nope.” He says in the same fashion as me.
They have a stare off until Greer and Queenie bust out laughing behind him taking in the pink jewels in the form of a heart and the ‘I’ in the middle on his left pocket with another pink heart with ‘love big butts’ on the right pocket.
Rudy turns around suddenly and puts his hands on his hips as he stares at his daughter and ol’ lady. With his new position, Trigger and I get a marvelous view of his bejeweled ass and we both roll off the bench of the picnic table on to the ground laughing our asses off until I’m hauled off the ground and over a shoulder eyelevel with Rudy’s bejeweled ass.
Rudy’s steadily mumbling. “I should’ve known it was your ass. You’d think after all these years your ass would stop putting jewels on shit.”
I have no clue where he’s headed until he sets me on my feet near the woods edge. I look up expecting a pissed off Rudy, but he’s grinning like a loon. I’m confused because this shit isn’t supposed to be funny to him. I just embarrassed him in front of his brothers.
“You’re supposed to be mad not grinning. Wipe it off your face and put a scowl in its place, and maybe furrow your brows.”
“Not happening, darling. You just achieved in less than a week what we’ve been trying to do for months.”
“What are you talking about? Have you been trying to Bejewel your jeans?”
“Nope.” He drawls sarcastically. “We’ve been trying to get our Trigger back since Sadie left.”
I scoff. “That shit is not on me.” I bite my bottom lip processing. “Maybe he just got sick of booze and pussy, Rudy.”
“No darling. He got his best friend back. She brought him out of the dark even if she hasn’t realized it yet.”
I take in his serious expression now and contemplate how to respond. I’ve missed Trigger and have enjoyed our time together recently, but I also don’t want to take credit for something anyone of them could’ve done themselves.
“Okay, maybe you’re right or maybe he’s just tired of feeling like shit, but you’ve got to be mad or at least act like it.”
He nods and then we plot on how to fool everyone that he’s upset with his new designer Razzle Dazzle jeans.
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