Chapter 20

Razz

Stretching and releasing the stiffness from my body, my arm bumps into a hot, hard body at my side. I roll to face Trigger’s strong back and curl my body around him. Cocooning him with my arms and legs, I bury my nose into his back. Dragging my hand lower past his stomach, through his curls and to his impressive length, I squeeze the base of his cock as it grows under my touch. I glide tightly up and down until he’s moaning and fucking my hand.

As he rolls to his back, I straddle his hips, lifting and sliding little by little until I’ve taken him to the hilt. His eyes remain closed as I slowly lift and sit on his dick. I pick up speed and lose myself in the sensation of him filling me until he grips my hips and starts jerking my hips down.

“Trigger.” I moan as I begin to crest over the edge. “I’m close.”

“I know, baby. I can feel your pussy constricting my cock.” He groans.

Within a few minutes, I’m writhing and drenching Trigger with my cum.

“Fuck, babe.” Trigger draws out as he stills and empties inside me. I collapse on top of him with my face plastered to his neck. He rubs my back lightly. “I can wake up like that every day.”

I giggle. “Me too.”

He pats my ass. “We need to get up and get the kids.”

I gradually roll off his body and flop to my back. “Yep,” I sigh, “time to bring our babies home.”

I get out of bed as a loud crack echoes through the room and I jump at the sting on my ass. Turning, Trigger has a cocky smirk on his face. “That wasn’t very nice.” I chastise.

“Maybe not, but my hand print looks delicious on your ass.” He licks his lips.

“I’m going to take a shower by myself.” I huff. “If we had more time, I’d entertain your sudden need to put your hand prints on my ass.” I stalk off to the bathroom and lock the door to the sound of him laughing.

***

Forty-five minutes later, we’re pulling up to my grandfather’s house getting out of the Tahoe that magically appeared in our driveway this morning. Before we even close our doors, the front door is swung open and the kids are charging outside towards us.

“Razz.” Xander screams and drops to his knees.

I rush to him and pick him up. “Xander, baby.” I swathe him in my warmth as he cries on my shoulder. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go inside.” I attempt to put him down but he holds on tighter. “Okay, I’ll carry you for now, but man you’re heavy.” I chuckle and receive a sniffle in return. Looking over my shoulder, I see Trigger has Emerson in a similar position.

We enter the house to the squeals of the other kids in the house and find Rudy and Queenie along with Nicole in the kitchen. I set Xander down in a stool next to Rudy who pulls me into a hug. When he releases me, I make my way to the cabinet and pull out two mugs and fill them with coffee for Trigger and me.

I set them on the island and Trigger puts the sugar in our cups as I go to the fridge and get the cream. I fill mine until it’s a light mocha color. Sue me. I’d rather have a little coffee with my cream and sugar.

“So,” I mutter, “how did it go last night with your guest?”

Rudy shrugs. “I guess as good as can be expected. Benny became her lap dog. She requested clean sheets even though the sheets that were on her bed were clean. She wanted hypoallergenic pillows. Whatever the fuck they are? She got hypo-sweat-and-man-stink pillows, but they did have clean pillow cases.” Trigger shakes silently beside me trying to hide his humor in the situation. “Buzzard called this morning and told me bitch-face complained about her scrambled eggs and bacon. She’s just being petty thinking if she annoys us long enough we’ll get tired of it.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Trigger grunts. “So you stayed here last night.” He questions his dad who nods. “Couldn’t even let Ma have a sleepover without you.”

“Shut it.” Rudy grits. “You’d have been here too if Razz was here. I don’t like sleeping in an empty bed.”

Queenie laughs. “More like he doesn’t want to miss anything.”

“You hush, woman.” Rudy rumbles.

“How were the kids last night?” I direct to Queenie.

“They were good. They wanted to go back to the Clubhouse when Rudy got here so they could be with Trigger.” She side-eyes Trigger. “I told them that he’d be here in the morning and that appeased them enough for them to go to sleep.”

“Have they had breakfast yet?” Trigger asks. Queenie and Rudy shake their heads no. “Y’all want to go to Moe’s.” They nod. “I’ll text Spook and see if they want to come.” He pulls out his phone and types for a few. “They’ll meet us there.” He looks to Nicole.” Do y’all want to go?” Nicole shakes her head and Trigger nods.

The kids rush off after Trigger tells them to get their stuff and they meet us at the door. Queenie and Rudy follow us to Moe’s.