Bubbles

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Lexi was mine. I’d made a promise to her sister, and I’d honor it, but it was only a matter of time before Lexi asked me for more, and I’d give it to her when she did.

She was my Half-pint, and no one else would lay a hand on her.

Her tears were a release. I had no idea why she’d needed them, but she had. My wolf can smell the difference between healthy tears and the unhealthy kind, and I trust him about these things. I held her until she calmed, and I readjusted her a little, so her head rested on my chest at a better angle.

I didn’t rush her, and I didn’t demand she tell me why she was crying. I just held her until her tears subsided and she was breathing easy.

“We’ll need to talk about it when you’re ready, but until then, I’m gonna consider you mine. You’ll let me know when you’re ready to explore things physically. No pressure, but… fuck, Half-pint. Tell me there’s no one else in your life?”

“There’s no one else. Why are you being so nice?”

“I just told you. You’re mine.”

“That might sound creepy if I didn’t feel the same.”

My heart grew wings and soared, and I held her even closer. “Okay, Half-pint. Okay. You ready for breakfast? You want to change clothes and go somewhere, or make it here?”

“Here is good. I just need to stop off in my room. I forgot a bra, but you’d said to come straight in here.”

I’d noted her arms over her chest, and then the lack of a bra, but had been too focused on her reactions before and during the spanking to pay too much attention. I made a point of not staring when she stood. “Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

“I’ll need to call Etta and tell her what happened last night. Well, not all of it, but the beginning parts, at least.”

“Slick was in charge of stopping by her house this morning to let her know, with instructions that you’ll be sleeping in and she should wait for you to call her, so she doesn’t wake you. She knows the whole story, but you have to be careful of what you talk about on the phone and online. LEO frequently gets warrants to listen in to our communications, and even when they don’t have a warrant, we’ve had proof in the past that they’ve listened illegally. Nothing came of the proof, but it’s worth remembering. They can’t use what they find out to charge or convict if they don’t have a warrant, but they can discover crimes they may not have otherwise known about, and then find their proof elsewhere.”

“Okay. Thanks for the reminder. Do you mind if I call her before we start breakfast?”

“Go ahead. I’ll get the steaks and biscuits started.”

I could hear her side of the conversation and most of Betty’s even though she was in another room. Betty Boop wanted to make sure her sister hadn’t fucked me yet, and my little Half-pint answered with, “Not yet, but I’m going to, and you’re going to have to be okay with it. I’ll tell him when I’m ready. I haven’t yet, but I plan to. I like him, Etta. I know he’s too old for me, and he’s a felon out on parole, and he’s a biker, but I don’t care. He’s a good guy, and okay, maybe he does bad shit, but he’s still a good guy. Also, he’s adamant that I make good grades and stick to school. He isn’t going to derail me. Trust me to keep my head where it belongs. Okay?”

Betty’s response was of the, I think you’re making a mistake but it’s your life and I’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces when everything explodes, variety.

All in all, I approved of the conversation. Two sisters who obviously love each other fiercely, which probably had a lot to do with the fact they survived despite the shitty mother life handed them, but they’d come through it and were doing okay. Some people might not think Betty was doing all that great, but she enjoyed sex work and she was damned good at it. When I’d asked Bash who I should go to when I’d wanted to get a little rough with someone, he’d asked questions, found out I just wanted to fuck someone rough and wasn’t interested in spanking them, and told me to talk to Betty but to be clear what I wanted. She’d heard me out, quoted a price, and been the perfect little fucktoy for three hours. My sense of smell tells me when someone’s faking or truly enjoying it, and she was the real deal.

I’d gone back a few times — when I knew I needed something I couldn’t expect of the sweetbutts. I didn’t mind paying every once in a while.

Would my little Half-pint be up for what I needed? Short women can rarely take my entire length. In order to make my dick short enough to keep from hurting her, it’d have to be awful damned thick. If she was as inexperienced as her sister seemed to think, I wasn’t sure she could handle that even in her pussy,

And she’d need a lot of training before she could take me in the ass.

Once the wolf chose someone, though, we wouldn’t cheat, so I hoped to hell she could give us what we needed.

They hung up, and my phone rang fifteen seconds later. Betty didn’t bother with hello, she just said, “If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you. I don’t know how, but I promise I’ll find a way. Treat her well, and we’ll be good.”

“I believe you, but that’s okay because I have no intention of hurting her. I’ll let you off your end of the bargain. We’re good, Betty Boop.”

“You’re lettin’ me off because Lex would be pissed as fuck if she found out you fucked me after ya’ll started your little dance together.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, but I’d back off even if that weren’t the case. We good?”

“Treat her right and we’ll be good.”

When we disconnected, I looked up to see Lexi standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “She called you and threatened you, didn’t she?”

I grinned. “She loves you. I’m glad ya’ll have each other.”

She sighed and pulled the eggs out of the fridge. “Yeah. You want me to do the whole dozen again this morning?”

“Maybe just eight, if you’ll eat two. I was gone a few hours this morning — had to go to a quick meeting at the clubhouse. It’s a weekly thing. I picked up food on the way, and then again on the way back, so I won’t eat as much as usual.”

“You left me alone?” Her scent turned sour. She thought I’d deserted her when she’d trusted me. She wasn’t used to trusting people, and she’d trusted me.

“Someone was in the yard watching the house while I was gone. We pull trusted guards in to watch the subdivision anytime it’ll be known we’re all somewhere else — church, parties, rides. We brought an extra person in this morning because of the threat to you. You were safe.” I pulled her into my arms. “Still workin’ out how best to keep you safe at school and work, but I have you covered everywhere else.”

Her scent evened back out, but I realized she was just waiting for me to hurt her as most everyone else in her life probably had.

“I like to go somewhere I can walk a few miles on Sundays.” She spoke into my chest, and I didn’t let her go. “Are there trails in the woods behind your house? Is there a map I can find online?”

“Those woods are the side of Chickamauga Battlefield visitors rarely venture into. There are trails, but why don’t we ride the bike up Lookout Mountain and hike those trails together? I could use some beautiful scenery while we commune with nature.”

I smelled dismay, followed by conflict, followed by… hope?

“You want to spend the day with me?”

I needed to address the dismay before I answered her question. “If you need time alone, the woods behind my house should be safe, but I’d rather spend the day with you.”

“I thought I needed time alone, but a ride on your bike followed by hiking down the mountain and back up sounds good.”

In prison, finding time away from cameras when I was assured I wouldn’t be disturbed wasn’t easy, especially during my first three years under heavy security. I’m strong enough to stay human during all three nights of the full moon, but it fucking hurts. Eventually, I’d been able to change on one of those nights, but the wolf had been trapped in a room and hadn’t been able to run.

I’d spent nearly two weeks in the woods as the wolf when I got out and had everything sorted with my parole officer. The Atlanta MC owns wooded acreage a few counties over, fully fenced in and safe. We’re careful about managing our deer population so we can hunt without wiping them all out. I’d gone wolf and stayed wolf longer than is considered safe, but it’d been necessary. Bud had come to run with me every second or third day, but he hadn’t pressured me to come back. He’d given me time. Still, the companionship had reminded me why I had to come back to civilization. Why I couldn’t just be wolf.

I couldn’t tell any of this to my little Half-pint, but I needed her to understand time in the woods is important to me, so I told her, “I camped out for nearly two weeks when I got out. I need time in the woods. If you’d like some time alone, I can set you up on a boulder to meditate or do yoga or whatever while I explore the area, but I’d love to spend the day with you.”

“Alone time isn’t necessary. I started out walking in some of the parks around town, but then tried a few hiking trails and discovered I love the challenge of making it to a destination and back out. Also, it’s like the trees soothe me or something. I can’t explain it. I’m a city girl and I hate snakes, but so far I haven’t seen any.”

I chuckled. “I’ll protect you from snakes as well as Playas, Half-pint. Do your homework and we’ll go.”