Trip
I woke up with Misha kissing her way down my chest.
I felt the brush of her lips against me, starting at my neck, over my chest. Her tongue flicked over one of my nipples, making me arch and blink down at her sleepily.
“Mmm, what are you doing down there?” I asked, rocking my hips against her body and not really needing to know what exactly she was doing. She didn’t answer me, just kept moving down and down and down some more with those damn lips. Still naked, she found her mark and nuzzled against my pelvis, her hair brushing over my hard cock. I hissed.
“Come on, baby, don’t hold out.”
She giggled, and her mouth met the head of my cock. Ah, that was nice. I laid back and enjoyed the cute little kitten lick she gave the head before she wrapped those sweet lips around me. It’d been a while since I’d cared to get intimate enough to allow a woman at my dick like this. Most of the time I wanted a quick fuck—but Misha wasn’t just a quick fuck, after all.
She lowered herself on my, taking me all the way down. She was hot and wet and she sucked like she’d missed it. I fisted my hand in her hair and rolled my cock into her throat. After sleep I was always sensitive, and I felt it in the early twitch and the way the pressure built in the base of my spine. I didn’t really care; this was one hell of a way to wake up.
Misha bobbed and moaned around me, and I moaned with her as she sucked me off expertly. The harder she sucked, the harder I bucked, until I was holding her down on my dick and spilling down her throat with a groan.
“Ah … fuck …”
She kept sucking me though, drinking all of me down. It made my hips buck even more, even worse. I had my head tilted back as the ministrations teetered somewhere between mind blowing and a little too much.
When Misha pulled off, my cock was clean, and she slithered up my body.
“You sleep good?”
I wrapped my arms around her and laughed. “How the hell do you sound so cute and innocent after sucking my dick like it has the antidote in it?”
She smacked me lightly on the chest. “Shut up. Come on, we need a shower. We’re telling Rose the news, remember?”
Ah, yeah. That.
After Misha had confessed to me that she wanted to try this thing with us again, we’d spent the better part of the rest of the day fucking. I ate her out in between; she sucked me off when she felt like it. I’d had her against every conceivable surface in my room—and the kitchen, because apparently Misha cooking in just panties was too distracting for me—before we’d finally slept the night away. In between, we’d decided that we would tell Rose the news, as well as inform her that she and her mama would be moving in.
It was step one to ‘Trip Becomes a Real Dad.’
It was kind of terrifying, but it was a step I wanted and was willing to take. Anything for Misha. Anything for that little girl that was mine. It made a lot of things flow into perspective for me, but that was shit I’d be working out on the side and wouldn’t be bothering Misha about.
I followed Misha into the bathroom with a grin. We showered, fooling around a little but not taking too long. When we got out, nice and squeaky clean, we hopped on my bike and headed to Ace of Pride.
Trixie was outside with Rose when we pulled up. She’d bought Rose a set of chalks about a week back. Trixie was drawing pictures with her on the steps. Misha laughed at the sight as we walked over.
“Hey, baby, you having fun?”
“Mama!” Rose jumped up, immediately going to Misha’s open arms. She snuggled into Misha’s embrace, and it warmed my heart seeing my girl and our girl like that. “You like them? Miss Trixie was showing me.”
Rose pointed to a rose done up in chalk. Misha raised a brow.
“Woah, that’s actually pretty good. You did that, Trixie?”
“Yup,” Trixie said, pretty proud of herself. “Mama always said back in the day I shoulda been an artist, but everyone knows that that stuff don’t do well around here.” Trixie stood up and dusted herself off a little. She smiled at Misha. “She was an absolute doll, but I gotta go—I got a date!” She smooched Misha on the cheek and waved at me. I looked to Misha.
“A date?”
Misha shrugged, though she wore a conspiratorial smile. I wondered if she knew who Trixie was going on a date with, and decided maybe later I’d find out. In the meantime.
“Hey, Rose?”
“Yes, Mr. Trip?”
“Your mama and I have something cool to tell you.”
“Oooh?”
We walked Rose inside, back to the back room. I hadn’t spent much time in it since Misha and Rose had moved in, and there was a definite mother’s touch that had come to it. Everything was straightened up and in its proper place. There was little hint of the fact that the space was usually occupied by a piece of shit slob like me—but I supposed that that was the point.
“Is everything okay, Mama?” Rose asked as we settled into the room.
Misha took Rose into her arms. “Everything is fine, baby. But there’s going to be some changes, and Trip and I wanted to talk to you about them and see what you thought about it.”
“Are we leaving again, Mama?” Rose seemed a little panicked. “Like the last time? I don’t wanna leave. I like it here. Mr. Trip is nice.”
Misha shushed her, and I was amazed at her ability to do so, so easily.
“No, no, baby. Nothing like that. Trip and I … Well, we’ve known each other for a long time. You know that, right? And we knew each other before I ended up with Mr. Holland and Mr. Rigger. Trip and I’ve decided that since I’m back, it would be a good idea to pick back up where we left off.”
Misha looked to me, encouraging. I cleared my throat.
“Basically. I like your mama. She likes me. So … You two are going to move in with me. I want you two with me. You two are a part of the family here, you know.”
Rose’s eyes widened as she looked between me and Misha. I wondered for a brief moment if it was dread or if she wasn’t going to want to. Maybe she had more attachments to the Jackal men than she did here. After all, she’d lived with them for five years. They were all she knew.
Those fears were bullshit the second that that little girl threw herself into my arms.
“I get to live with Mr. Trip for real! Yay!”
For the first time, I hugged my own daughter. I had to bury my face in her hair to keep myself from doing something stupid, like blubbering like an idiot.
The next week was busy. There wasn’t anything else but what Misha had managed to bring with her to move in from the bar to my home, but there was a bit of furniture that needed to be bought. My guest room was more of a messy closet, and while I let Brig take over the running of things, I was running myself ragged trying to get shit up to snuff enough for a little girl to be living in my home.
Misha was a huge help. I would have been happy and fine with doing it all on my own, but she wasn’t having any of that. Misha was right there, hauling things out of the room, hammering shit if I needed another set of hands, and determining with her mother’s expertise what was and was not suitable for a five-year-old girl.
We were tired on the first day. By the third, we were ready to take a vacation. We held out until the fifth, and sprawled in the middle of our little girl’s new room.
Everything was soft blues and creams. Rose didn’t like pink—unless it was in roses, of course. I didn’t want for much and spending on my own daughter was as easy as blinking. I’d fixed the room with a good bed, matching dressers, even a tiny little vanity that at some point I figured we could replace with a larger one, when she was a teen. That’s how invested in all this I was. Unprepared as I was—I was in it for the long haul with Misha and Rose. I wondered if Misha knew that. I hoped she did.
“I’m so beat,” Misha sighed out. “But we’ve got it. I’m glad I found those curtains and the rug. They bring it all together. I think she’ll love it.” Misha pulled out her phone—a new thing she’d been able to buy working at the diner—and checked the time. “It’s not too late, either. We might be able to pick up Rose a little early from Travis and Trixie. Those two are a godsend—”
I stopped her words by rolling on top of her where we lay on the floor and kissing her. She seemed taken by surprise, but that was fine by me; I smiled against her lips as she relaxed and molded herself against me, wrapping her arms around.
“Mmm … Before we continue … I hope you know … you’re not fucking me in our daughter’s bedroom …” Yet between her words, she kept kissing me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I wasn’t planning on that. I just wanted to kiss you. And tell you that … I’m really grateful for this, Misha.” I pulled back a little from her, looking her in the eyes. “I swear … everything I do and I am right now is for you and that little girl. Misha—”
We both jumped at the sound of both our phones going off. We gave each other a confused look before disentangling ourselves from each other. I looked at my phone. It was Travis. I looked to Misha.
“It’s Trixie.”
Something uncomfortable settled into my stomach, and while Misha answered her phone, I answered mine.
“What’s up, Travis?”
“Yoooo, boss, we got a little thing. So like, Trixie and I, we took Rose to the park, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Everything was going great. Better than great. Trixie let me hold her hand and shit, even—”
“Travis, I don’t give a shit. What’s going on?”
“Okay, okay, anyway, so everything is going good, we’re watching Rose and shit, and Trixie and I get to talking. We’re talking, and I guess we got distracted—”
“Did you fucking lose my daughter?” The words were out before I could stop them, but that’s where my mind went. A chilled, sudden fear and anger. “Travis, you dumb fuck—”
“Woah, woah, boss, slow it down, I didn’t lose no children! One minute we look away, next we look up, some guy is talking to Rose. A Jackal. So I go over and ask what he wants. Rose knows the guy, but she’s damn fuckin’ scared, man, so I just walk her away and stare the guy down, I tell him he talks to her again, he’s getting a boot in his face. He don’t say nothing, don’t do nothing, but man, Rose is scared, and Trixie and I didn’t know what to do—”
I hung up.
Misha, on the other hand, was still on the phone.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” she said. I could see her shaking, though, and knew that at least in some capacity, it was not okay. I walked to Misha and put my arm around her as she talked.
“It’s okay, honey. Remember what I said? None of them would ever hurt you, because Mama will always protect you… Even when I’m not around, baby. Mamas are that powerful, more powerful than any bad man, okay? … Yes, sweetie … I promise … Yes, Trip and I can come get you … Okay, honey. Can you put Trixie back on the phone? Just remember to be good, okay? Hi, yeah, Trixie, we’re on our way. Please just stay there; it’ll spook her more if you don’t … Yeah. Yeah … Thank you so much.”
Misha hung up and sighed. She was still shaking. I didn’t know what to make of any of this.
“We need to go,” she said, heading out of Rose’s room.
“I gathered. Misha, what the hell—”
“Later, Trip,” she said firmly.
There was something in the tone that told me to listen.