Phoenix
I woke Annabelle up early the next morning. I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible because I had plans for the evening and I didn’t want to take a chance of missing them. We had breakfast at the hotel and then we were on the road by 8am.
I was the happiest man in the world. The love of my life was on the back of my bike riding across the country with me. The scenery was almost as stunning as she was and, thus far, the weather had been nothing short of perfect. Annabelle seemed to be more relaxed, which only heightened my mood.
We had been on the road for about 30 minutes when she asked, “Will you tell me how you found out about Coal?”
The next several hours were spent telling her the story of Coal. I even pointed out that he prospected for me almost a year and I had no idea he was my son. She didn’t seem affected by my statement, but I hoped she would let it sink in when she had some time to herself. I debated whether or not to tell her about his injuries while we were still on the road. I guess I was silent too long and she picked up on my unease.
“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.
I sighed. “Nothing that I planned to keep from you. I was just trying to decide if I should tell you now or wait until we’ve stopped for lunch. I don’t want you falling off the bike,” I said.
She gasped. “It’s that bad?”
I reached back and patted her thigh. “It might sound that way at first, but you have to keep in mind that he is okay now. You think you can handle that?”
I heard her swallow and then her soft, “Yes, I can.”
I crossed my fingers and began telling her how Coal was injured. She tensed at certain parts, but she quietly listened while I spoke. When I told her he had been shot three times, she wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her helmeted head in my back as she cried. I wanted nothing more than to pull over and take her into my arms to comfort her, but I kept going.
“It was Ember that put everything together and figured out he was her twin. He needed blood, a lot of blood, and he has a rare type. All of the brothers were getting tested, but only I was a match. They were refusing to let me donate because I had been shot, too, even though it was really just a graze. Ember overheard me arguing with the doctor. She knew that we had the same blood type so she rushed off to get tested. The nurse commented how odd it was that they had the same blood type, were the same age, and had the same birthday. As soon as she was finished donating, she told me what the nurse said. I had my tech guy dig up Coal’s birth records and you were listed as his mother. He was born two minutes after Ember. Still, I wanted to be absolutely sure, so I got Patch to run a paternity test under the radar while he was in the hospital. When we got the results, we kept things quiet until Coal was out of the woods. I wanted him to know, and I was going to tell him one way or the other, but I thought talking to Kathleen and her husband first was the right thing to do. I sat down with both of them and broke the news as gently as I could. I thanked them for raising my boy and promised them I had no intention of trying to replace them or keep them out of Coal’s life. After that, we agreed to wait until he was discharged from the hospital to tell him he had some new family members. All in all, he took the news well. He already knew he was adopted, but my promise to not disrupt his relationship with Kathleen and Jeff was what put him at ease.”
“When did this happen?” she asked.
I cleared my throat and braced for her reaction. “About three weeks ago.”
“What?” she shrieked.
“About three weeks ago,” I repeated. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to find you, but I wouldn’t have left Croftridge if his recovery wasn’t going well.”
“So he’s okay?” she asked.
“He’s still healing, but yeah, he’s doing okay. He came home from the hospital before I left. Kathleen and Jeff still work at the dairy farm and live on the property. Ember and Dash live out there now, too, so he’s got his adoptive parents and his twin sister fussing over him, not to mention the club members. He risked his life for the brothers; not a one of us will ever forget that. I promise, he’s being looked after by more than enough.”
I felt her nod, but she remained quiet for a few minutes, likely absorbing everything I had just shared. “Did you say Ember lives on the farm property?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief.
“Yeah, she does. Let’s stop for lunch, refuel and recharge, and I will tell you what she’s done with the place since I inherited it.”
***
We rolled into downtown Denver around 5pm. I drove straight to the hotel I picked the day before. It was another upscale hotel, but this one wasn’t a large commercial chain. It had an old-world feel to it. I was looking forward to our stay because I made sure we had time to enjoy some of the amenities offered.
Annabelle didn’t make a fuss about the hotel or the fact that we were sharing a room together. I didn’t know if that was because she was okay with it or because she was too tired and too overwhelmed to care. Once we were checked in and settled into our room, I suggested we order room service for dinner. We took turns showering while waiting for dinner to arrive.
I couldn’t have asked for anything better. They wheeled in dinner for two on one of those silver carts, complete with a bouquet of flowers and lit candles for the centerpiece. When the attendant left, I popped the cork on the champagne and poured a glass for each of us.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
I tried to appear indifferent. “It’s dinner. What’s it look like?”
She rolled her eyes. “Phoenix, do you honestly expect me to believe that staying in these kinds of hotels and ordering romantic dinners are things you normally do when you’re on the road?”
I shrugged. “I like to travel in style. What’s wrong with that?”
She looked at me like I had completely lost my mind for one long second before she threw her head back and laughed. “Travel in style,” she guffawed and slapped her leg. “That’s priceless.”
“Shut up and drink your champagne, brat,” I barked.
She wiggled her fingers at me, taunting me. “Oooh, don’t get all pissy with me, you stylish biker man.”
She was going to pay for that, but it would have to be later, when I could enjoy making her pay. I stabbed my finger toward her plate. “Eat, woman.”
She held her hands up in surrender. “Fine. You win.”
We enjoyed our meal together, managing to keep the conversation light. When we finished off the bottle of champagne, I offered to send for a second bottle, but Annabelle declined. I opened the door to wheel the food cart into the hallway, surprised to find our next appointment standing there poised to knock. “Good evening, Mr. Black. Let me take care of that for you and then we’ll get set up.”
Annabelle was doing her best to see who was at the door while trying to hide her interest. Good, I wanted her curiosity piqued. I stepped to the side and held the door open for our two guests and their equipment. “What’s all this?” she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
I winked. “Thought you might enjoy a massage after two days on the back of my bike.”
She smiled brightly. “Oh, that sounds absolutely wonderful.”
She stiffened slightly when she realized two things: one, we would both be naked beneath a small towel for the massage and two, the hot blonde would be massaging me. She went into the bathroom to disrobe and came out completely covered in the complimentary robe provided by the hotel. She then made me promise to either close my eyes or keep them averted while she was having her back massaged. I gave her my word, but she was going to explain that to me later.
As for the hot blonde, I didn’t plan it that way; it’s just how it happened. Her little nose wrinkled when Svetlana introduced herself as my masseuse and led me by hand to the massage table. I swear Annabelle snarled when Svetlana cooed, “Oh, Mr. Black, you have such large muscles. It is such a treat for me to work on someone as toned as you are.”
When our massages were finished, I felt great. Svetlana did an excellent job and remained very professional while she had her hands on me. Annabelle, however, was wound tighter than an eight-day clock. She hopped off her table and bolted for the bathroom. I thanked the girls, gave them both a generous tip, and walked them to the door.
Sliding on a pair of basketball shorts, I made purposeful strides to the bathroom door and gave it three sharp knocks. “Annabelle, get your ass out here right now.”
“Leave me alone, Phoenix.”
“I don’t think so, doll face. Either you come out or I’m coming in,” I informed her.
I heard her huff and then the door swung open. She stomped toward the bed and sat down with a plop.
“What in the hell is the matter with you?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Black. Your big muscles have me all tongue-tied. Here, let me just rub my big fake tits all over you and see if that helps,” she said, mimicking Svetlana’s voice while thrusting her chest out and shaking her tits at me.
“You’re jealous, I got that, but what was with fleeing to the bathroom and making me promise not to look at you? What are you hiding from me?” I asked. Her jealousy was flattering, but I knew she was using it as a distraction and I did not care for it one bit.
When she didn’t answer me, I had to remind myself to keep my temper in check. “You are hiding something from me.” It had to be something on her back. My control slipped and my anger roared to life when it occurred to me that Octavius may have hurt her and she was hiding scars from me. I balled my fists and took determined steps toward her.
Her face paled and she started scooting backward on the bed. She pressed her back against the headboard so hard I heard the bed creak. Enough of this crap. “Show me!” I demanded.
She shook her head and pressed herself even harder against the headboard.
“Show me!” I roared and got the exact same response. I grabbed her ankles, yanked her to me, and flipped her over on her stomach before she could even make a sound. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, I ripped it up her back, causing a squeak to escape her. When I saw what she was hiding from me, it was like a punch to the gut. The air left my lungs. Emotions clogged my throat. I couldn’t do anything but stare.
I placed my hand on her back and lightly traced the outline of the phoenix tattoo covering her entire back. The same phoenix she gave me for Christmas all those years ago. The same one that was hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It was an incredible piece of art.
I continued to softly trace the lines inked into her skin and quietly asked, “Why were you hiding this from me? It’s beautiful, Annabelle.”
She sniffled. “I was embarrassed. I didn’t want you to think I was obsessed with you like some crazy stalker.”
“Baby,” I breathed as I leaned forward and began peppering her back with soft kisses. “I want you to be obsessed with me, just like I am with you.”
I climbed onto the bed and kissed my way up her back, pushing her shirt up as I went. “Take this off for me.” Surprisingly, she complied. I sat back on my heels, her legs extended between mine, and took in the unencumbered view of her tribute to me.
“I have one for you, too,” I told her. Hers was beautiful, mine was not. Even though it was the result of a drunken dare from some of the guys on base, it was still a heartfelt gesture. As I got older, I could see how she might not find it as flattering as I originally intended it to be.
“Let me see it,” she said, flipping over onto her back, showing me her succulent bare tits for the first time in almost two decades. They were bigger than before, but they were just as firm and perky as they were when she was 18 years old. Her hard nipples seemed to be pointing directly at my mouth.
I placed both hands on her waist and started slowly sliding them up her body. “Annabelle,” I rasped, my eyes fixated on her chest. She looked down and gasped when she realized what she’d done. She moved to cover herself, but I caught her arms and shook my head. “No, baby, don’t hide from me. Let me look at the sweet tits I’ve missed so much.”
“Phoenix,” she whined.
“I’m done holding back, Annabelle. Yeah, we got a lot of shit to work through, but I’ve craved you for 20 years. Twenty fucking years. Nothing will ever make me not want you. You tell me you don’t want me, I’ll get up and walk away, but if you say you do want me, know this, I’m fucking you until the sun comes up. What’s it going to be, doll face?”
She smirked. “I want to see the tattoo first.”
She had me so worked up I didn’t even hesitate. I pushed my shorts down far enough for my hard cock to spring free and thrust my hips toward her face. “There it is,” I growled.
Her mouth dropped open while she stared at her name tattooed down the side of my cock, my very hard, throbbing cock. She reached her hand out like she was going to touch it, the tattoo that is, and then she seemed to realize what else she would be touching and pulled her hand back. “Wh-why did you do that?” she asked.
“Because you own it. It seemed appropriate to put your name on it,” I answered immediately.
Her face crumpled and tears started sliding down the side of her face. That wasn’t the reaction I wanted her to have while my erection was straining toward her lips like a heat-seeking missile. She pushed herself up and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her. “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” she groaned right before she crushed her lips to mine.
There was no way I could be gentle. I had a lot of pent up sexual tension, amongst other things, that needed an outlet. I pulled back from her, lifted her by her waist, and tossed her farther up the bed. She let out a squeal when she bounced on the mattress. I roughly slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties and ripped them from her body.
Annabelle’s naked body at 37 was the stuff fantasies were made of. Her tits were full and perfectly round, topped with rose-colored nipples. Despite having carried twins and having a third child, her stomach was flat and held very little evidence of her pregnancies, only a few stretch marks and a C-section scar. Her hips flared to give her a tantalizing hourglass shape leading my eyes right to her beautiful, bare pussy. I pushed her legs apart and growled, “Look how wet you are for me.”
“Phoenix, please,” she whined.
I slid my hand up her thigh and ran my finger over her slit from top to bottom. Gathering her juices on my finger, I brought it to my lips and sucked. “Mmmm,” I groaned. I reached for her core again, this time slipping one finger inside her. She moaned and wriggled, but I froze. She was tight, like way too tight for a woman her age with three children.
She leaned up on her elbows, panting, “Phoenix? Is something wrong?”
I had no idea what to say. I didn’t want to ask her when she was last fucked. I didn’t want to know anything about her sexual experiences that weren’t with me, but if I didn’t say something, I was going to hurt her and I did not want to do that. I remembered the pain on her face and the tears in her eyes when I took her virginity. It nearly killed me that night and I had no intention of experiencing it again. Choosing my words carefully, I said, “Baby, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
She blushed from head to toe and turned her face away from me. I crooked my finger that was still inside of her, making her gasp. “If I’ve got my finger in your pussy, you can damn well look at me.”
She turned her head so her eyes met mine. “I’ll be okay, Phoenix.”
“I’m not trying to be an asshole here, but how is this even possible? You’re as tight as you were when I took you for the first time,” I blurted before my brain could phrase it in a less offensive way.
She narrowed her eyes and shocked the ever-loving shit out of me with her next words. “It’s possible because the night you took my virginity was the last time I’ve had sex. My children were born via C-section, so nothing other than a tampon, my finger, or a small vibrator has been in or out of there!”
Those words from her lips were the death of my control. She was mine and always had been. I was overcome with a primal need to reclaim what was mine. I fell on top of her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while my finger pumped in and out of her at the same tempo. I carefully added a second finger, scissoring them as I pumped in and out.
I moved my lips down her neck, down her chest, until I reached her hard, pink nipple. Sucking it into my mouth with fervor, I pulled hard on the taut bud and gently nipped it with my teeth. She clawed at my back, pulled at my hair, and moaned loud enough to let anyone in the rooms beside us know exactly what we were doing.
I switched to her other nipple to give it the same attention while I slipped a third finger inside her. I felt her tense for just a second and then she was back to writhing and wiggling beneath me.
Dragging my mouth down her body, I didn’t stop until I reached her core. Her taste filled my mouth and drove me into a frenzy. I sucked her clit and pumped my fingers furiously into her. “Come, Annabelle, fucking come,” I barked.
I felt her body tense and then she was coming all over my face and hands, screaming my name loud enough for all of Denver to hear.
I couldn’t take it anymore. In a flash, I moved over her and positioned myself at her entrance, ready to slide inside when a moment of clarity broke through the lust that had taken over my brain.
“Do I need to use a condom?” I asked through gritted teeth as my dick screamed at me to move forward.
At her hesitation, I added, “I’m clean. I was tested last month.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I need more than that, doll face.”
Instead of answering me with her words, she pulled me forward by my ass as she raised her hips to meet me, causing me to slide inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes damn near crossed when her tight heat engulfed me, her pussy still fluttering with the remnants of her climax.
I lost all control of myself. I pounded into her with everything I had. She was squealing and screaming and I prayed they were sounds of bliss because it would kill me if I was hurting her.
“Phoenix, oh, oh, I’m coming! I’m coming again!” she shouted.
Damn right she was. I thrust into her hard two more times and then I came so hard it stole my vision.
Panting, sweating, and feeling better than I had in years, I looked down at the treasure beneath me. She was just as sweaty and out of breath as I was, and thank the stars she was smiling brightly at me. “Better rehydrate, big boy, you promised to fuck me until sunrise.”
I threw my head back and laughed at the little minx. “Indeed I did, doll face.”