37
Bubbles
During her break from school, Lexi and I’d spent a few days in Atlanta with Sparkie and Texas, we’d done the Aquarium down there, and the one in Chattanooga. I’d taken her snow skiing on a day trip to this little ski-slope in Alabama with artificial snow, we’d gone to a cave with an underground lake an hour north of Chattanooga, and we’d seen a traveling Broadway show when it came through Nashville.
I wanted to take her to the North Carolina mountains, but it’d be more than a day trip and I couldn’t until I got my damned end-of-parole notification. The Georgia website said I was a free man, but Zeke advised me to wait until I had the piece of paper. Frustrating, but the end was in sight and I needed to chill.
I watched Lexi and Gen drive away, and looked at the clock. Lexi would let me know when she got there, and I knew she’d be safe with Bethany’s men around. Tonight was the party for Drake employees and their spouses, and Bethany was considered a spouse — Lexi was going to do her hair for the party, which meant I had a few hours to myself.
Problem was, I preferred having my Half-pint around.
I played video games and was about to fix something to eat when my phone alarmed to let me know I had a message on the encrypted app.
The message said to get to the clubhouse for an emergency meeting. I responded I was on my way, and then checked the temperature. Twenty-six. Damn. I slid a hoody on over my shirt and jeans, grabbed my truck keys, locked up, and left.
Lexi and Gen were going to get their toenails done together once they got Bethany taken care of, so I didn’t expect her back for a while.
Brothers park in the garage when we’re in cages, so LEO can’t easily peek in and see who’s present. The lot should’ve been mostly empty. It wasn’t full, but there were still more cars than expected.
However, nothing hit my radar until I stepped inside and smelled so many people. The door closed behind me and I only saw a handful of ol’ladies, but I smelled everyone.
And then my heart completely stopped beating when people popped up from behind sofas and screamed, “Surprise!”
I pushed my wolf down and assured him we were okay. Duke made it to me first and handed me an envelope. The room was silent while I opened it and read.
I read it twice, and then double-checked the header. I looked at the envelope again. It was real, and I was fucking free. No more check-ins. No more searching me just because they fucking could.
I was officially out of the system.
I looked up and saw people handing things out from behind the bar. Within minutes, birds were hanging all over the damned place, and a huge Jailbird Joey cake was in the center of the room.
My Atlanta brothers had thrown me a huge welcome home party when I got out, and now my new chapter was telling me how happy they were I’d passed the final step. The finish line.
A whole era of my life was finally over. Well, not completely. I couldn’t vote, or legally own weapons, or travel outside the country, but… whatever. The cops couldn’t hassle me anymore just because.
Well, they could, but I had recourse now.
My heart stopped beating again when Lexi walked to me in a little… fuck, I didn’t know what kind of costume it was. I Dream of Genie? Or maybe a belly dancer? She was barely covered on top and bottom with actual fabric, but then there was this filmy, floaty fabric as pants and an open blousy kinda thing. I had no idea what it was, but it was sexy as fuck, and she didn’t walk to me — she glided.
She stopped in front of me and motioned me down to her. I put my head down, and she pulled it so her mouth was at my ear.
“Since this is the only pussy you’re gettin’ tonight, I figured I’d decorate it.”
I put my mouth to her ear. “Your pussy’s the only one I want, but let’s not forget that oh-so-fine ass.”
I prefer whiskey to tequila, and a cheer went up when Gonzo upturned a bottle of Jack and ran it over five rows of shot glasses someone had already set up. I put Lexi on my hip, walked around the bar, and started downing them. The entire clubhouse counted as I tossed them back, but after the first twenty or thirty, I didn’t really hear them.
They’d put fifty out, and I did every last one of them. They filled them three times and I managed every shot, but waved Gonzo away when he went to refill them again.
The tradition is to fuck your ol’lady from there. No one sees her, but they’d see me. I looked at her, still on my hip, and knew that wasn’t for her.
I turned my back to the bar, walked her into the kitchen, closed the door behind us, and settled her on the large prep table.
And then looked at the costume. I didn’t want to take it off, but I’d have to if I wanted to fuck her. I wasn’t just buzzed, I was fucking drunk.
She lifted her legs and pulled the damned panty-things on her ass apart. I heard Velcro, and felt of the two sides.
“Fuck me.”
“No,” she laughed. “You’re supposed to fuck me.”
I didn’t need any more reminding. I wasn’t too drunk to get my own pants unfastened.
Even drunk, he knew what I needed. I was mentally prepared for him to do me in the bar area — I’d even worn the outfit to try to make it look like I was okay with it, if it happened.
And even though everyone out there knew what we were doing, and would probably hear every bit of it, bringing me to the kitchen was perfect.
I’d wanted to show how much I belong to him. The idea of doing it in the bar had appealed for that reason, but I’d have still been embarrassed. This, however, was the best of both worlds.
Bubbles stuck a finger in me, pulled it out, stuck it in his mouth, and then aimed his dick and sank into me without further ado. No foreplay, no prep, which meant it was a lot to take all at once, but I spread my legs and took him into me.
The instant he was a few inches in, he went fatter, and fatter, and fatter. I wasn’t wearing a plug in my ass, so I had a little more room inside than usual, but he’d never gone so thick so fast before.
I totally forgot about the fact there was a huge party going on fifteen feet away, on the other side of a wall.
“Not so fast! Fuck, it’s too much! I can’t!”
“Yeah, Half-pint, you can, and you will.” He completely stopped moving, still huge inside me.
“Look. At. Me.”
I met his gaze and my body stilled. My insides heated even more. My clit throbbed in time to my racing heart.
“All or nothing, sweetheart. What do you want?”
“All. I want it all.”
“Don’t look away.”
I’d had a few shots before he arrived, but just enough for the courage needed to slink my way to him in that outfit, in front of everyone.
I’d learned to take his cock sober, but it was still easier drunk and I was barely buzzed.
But it didn’t matter. This was Bubbles, and even drunk, he knew how to take care of me. Still, I’m pretty sure he’d never gone so fat inside me, and when he started moving in earnest, the friction was more intense than I could ever remember, but it was perfect. Pain and pleasure until I wasn’t sure which was which, and eventually didn’t care. I screamed, shouted my love for him, and begged when I needed to come — but I didn’t ask him to back off or slow down again.
I wanted it all.
I’m told he fucked me at least an hour, and that I had an orgasm every five or ten minutes, maybe more. All I know is that I was a happy camper when we left the kitchen, I was back on Bubbles’ hip, and he took a bow with a big flourish of his arm when everyone clapped.
When the clapping died down, I looked at Gen. “Tequila. Lots and lots of tequila.”
More laughter, and just like that, I had a shot glass, some limes, a salt shaker, and a full bottle of tequila.