Caraleigh

Two weeks later

 

Braxton’s one week trip has extended to two weeks, thanks to a screw-up on the customer’s end. Several parts they thought they had in stock had been sold and they had to wait for more to arrive. He’s been calling every night and we’ve spent hours getting to know one another better. But damn, I miss the man himself. Is it love? I have no clue even though DJ says yes. All I know is he’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about when I lay down to go to sleep.

We’ve settled into a routine of sorts. DJ is feverishly working to finish her latest book so that she can go home, pack and be back before the edits come back. Nan takes the kids to school every day and picks them up and each night the six of us eat dinner together. The kids have fallen in love with her and I’m glad that they have that since my mom isn’t as close as I’d like. She kept Luca when I moved in but stayed at a hotel, and now? She’s on a cruise or something. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I recheck the figures for payroll and hit the button. I’m still a little shocked at what my salary is and tried to tell both Braxton and Twisted it was too much, but they both say it’s comparable to industry standards. Whatever that means.

Once all the checks have printed, I take them into Twisted’s office so he can sign them. “Twisted? How does this work with Braxton being out of town? Don’t the checks need two signatures?”

“Law’ll be here shortly to sign them, Cara. All of the officers in the MC are on the account as approved signature bearers, so we can handle anything. Speaking of, I need to get you on the list as well so you can handle the smaller shit. Those checks only need one signature once the invoice has been approved.”

“Um, okay, that’s fine.”

“Gotta get your bonding approval first, then we’ll get it taken care of, okay?”

I nod because what else can I do? My employment paperwork was like navigating through a Masters thesis and I had to go and get fingerprinted and have a background check run so they could add me to the bond they hold.

“We’ll get these signed and hand them out. Anything you can think of I need to know or pass along?”

I had been thinking of a few things and ran them by Braxton who agreed, so I nod. “Yeah, I talked to Braxton and he liked the idea, so he said to tell you. What if we find a company that can produce t-shirts, polo-style shirts and even tank tops with the company logo? Maybe even jackets? Not calling it a company uniform by any means, but since we’ve got such a relaxed dress code, we could have them in a variety of colors.”

“Would we buy the employees’ shirts or would they?”

“Kind of both, actually. Each employee would get an initial ‘shopping allowance’ and then yearly, a stipend to either replace anything that has worn out or to purchase more. If they want other non-clothing items, they would cover that cost. Or, y’all could come up with some incentive programs and give them away. Or give them away to customers. I don’t know, just thought it would be something different.”

“I like it. Go ahead and do your research, Cara, and get me the information. We’ll take it to church and vote on all of it and let you know what the final decision is, okay?”

“Works for me. Paisley and I are heading out for lunch, would you like to go?”

“Naw, Law and I have to take care of this and then we’ll grab something. You two go and have a good time. And Cara? You know you don’t have to watch the clock with us, right?”

“I’m trying to set a good example, Twisted.”

“It’s appreciated, but in many ways, we’re on biker time around here. Our customers know that and so do the employees. If you’ve got something to do, you do it, just make sure I know you’ll be in late. Or, if you’re done with everything, take off for the day.”

“Got it. Thanks.” There is always loads of work to get done on my end, so I doubt I’ll ever be leaving early. Paperwork, phone calls, research, marketing, payroll, keeping up with the employees’ daily time cards...always something to do, and never enough working hours in the day.

“No problem, Cara. We’re happy as hell you’re here. Making my life a helluva lot easier, that’s for sure.”

I smile as I head out the door and back to my office to grab my purse. I’m pretty much done for the day—for once, so I lock up my office and stick my head back in to say, “If you’re serious about what you’ve just said, I’ll drop Paisley back when we’re done with lunch and take off for the weekend.”

“What about your check? This is the live one before your direct deposit starts.”

“You can give it to Hatch to bring over, he and DJ are going out tonight.”

“That works. Have a great weekend Cara.”

 

 

Lunch was a lot of fun. DJ was able to break away, citing the fact that she ‘had to eat’ and we’ve spent the past hour eating chips and salsa and laughing our asses off. One of the funniest things, though, is that apparently Twisted is a soccer coach for the eight and under youth. Both DJ and I decided that when sign-ups start, we’re going to get the kids involved. It’ll be good exercise for them and they’ll learn how to have good sportsmanlike conduct. Paisley has promised to let him know so he asks specifically for the kids. We keep this up and the Rebel Guardians will have their own team!

Now, after a quick trip to the grocery store, I’m headed home. With DJ going out, and likely staying at the clubhouse tonight, and Nan heading out of town for a ‘girls weekend away’ which I feel she wholly deserves, I’ll be holding the fort down with all three kids. I still don’t know when Braxton is due in. Could be late tonight, could be tomorrow. So, I needed provisions. Juice boxes and chips for the kids, ice cream and soda for me.

Pulling into my parking space, I grab the bags and head inside. I see DJ in the kitchen trying to referee the three kids and say, “Hey, what’s going on in here?”

She gives me a grateful look and replies, “They want to do some experiment that they did in school today, but don’t believe me when I tell them we don’t have all the stuff.”

“Y’all go on now and either play out in the backyard or go watch a movie. Otherwise, you’ll all be in bed before DJ leaves.” Three sets of eyes look at me before they turn without a word and head into the backyard.

“Thanks, girl. I gotta finish getting ready. Hatch’ll be here any time now.”

“Y’all seem to be getting along pretty well,” I say to her.

“We are, actually. He seems to like my sassy mouth,” she replies with a grin.

“Mmhmm, and your rocking body too, I’m sure,” I reply, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

“Says the pot to the kettle. I know you haven’t shared and that’s okay because some things should stay between a couple, but damn, girl, I think you’re getting it good.”

I know my blush is a dead giveaway as DJ breaks out into laughter. “Not going there with you.”

Her tinkling laugh follows her as she heads back upstairs to get ready.

 

 

Once I finally got the kids settled, I took a long hot bubble bath and am now sitting in my bed reading while a mindless show is playing on the television. Hearing my phone chime, I put my e-reader aside and grab it and see a text from Braxton.

 

Braxton: You up?

Cara: Yes, just reading

Braxton: Come to your door

 

I fly down the stairs to the front door, then look out the peephole to see him standing there. Uncaring that I’m in my pajamas, I quickly unlock the door to let him in. As soon as he closes the door and locks it, I’m in his arms with his lips claiming mine. “Missed you,” he murmurs, covering my face with kisses as his hands hold me close.

“Missed you, too,” I reply, my own hands running up and down his back. “You look tired.”

“I’m beat but when I went to my house, I realized that Mom was gone and you had all the kids. Figured that DJ was probably with Hatch, at least for the night, and decided there was nowhere else I wanted to be than here with you.”

“C’mon, handsome, let’s get you upstairs then, shall we?” I take him to my room and start to strip him of his clothes.

“A man could get used to this,” he says as he runs his fingers through my hair. I’m down on my knees, face to crotch as I’m divesting him of his boots so that he can take his jeans off.

“Wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Braxton, but I could be convinced to accommodate your needs. I had thought you might enjoy a long warm shower to scrub the road off you...and maybe, um—maybe I could join you...you know, scrub your back and all that.”

“Baby, you can join me anytime, anywhere, and anyplace that I am. And you’re right, a shower sounds wonderful. I’m exhausted though, so I’d love for you to join me in the shower...two birds-one stone and all that,” he says as he helps me remove the last of his clothing. Raising up to my feet, I raise up on my toes and plant a kiss under his jaw.

“Poor baby, let’s get you clean, satisfied and in bed for the night...shall we?” I say as I turn around and hold my hand out for him. He takes my hand and I lead him into the bathroom. I start the shower as he stands there watching me, as I slowly and seductively as I can remove my clothing. I’m enjoying this new freedom I’ve found when it comes to my sexuality. I’ve come to learn during my time with Braxton, that I definitely love sex with my man and the way he makes me feel. Feeling brazen and bold, I climb into the shower and look over my shoulder, “Are you coming in to join me?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he says as he climbs in the shower with me. I turn on my multiple shower heads so that we both get nice and wet. I grab my body wash and lather it onto my loofa, I start to run it across his shoulders and down his chest—but skip the most important area. I’m saving that for later. Then I get down on my knees and wash his legs and feet. “Turn around, Braxton,” and he does as I ask with no questions or demands of his own. I stay down and work my way up his body, once I reach his shoulders I hang the loofa on my wrist and begin to massage his shoulders, they’re very tense and I’d like for him to go to bed as relaxed as possible.

“That feels so good, Cara.” Mentally high-fiving myself, I continue until I feel the knots loosen under my fingers. Still skipping the part I want to touch the most, I grab my bottle of shampoo, get a healthy amount on my hands. and I lather it up and run my fingers through his hair, loving the thickness of it as I massage his scalp. He has a head full of hair and has even begun growing a beard, which I’m finding I love. I have never been a beard lover on men, but on him—wow.

Once I have him rinsed off, I get down on my knees once again and turn his body. I’m not very experienced at what I want to do next to him, but I want to taste him, to feel him get excited in my mouth. I’ve never desired this type of thing before, but with him—I want to gift him everything I have within me to give. He’s already hard and long, and my mouth waters in anticipation.

“Hmm...Cara, what are you thinking about so hard down there, beautiful?” he asks me and instead of answering him I wrap my hand around him and pull him into my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit, Cara!” he calls out as I swipe my tongue down his impressive length. His shout encourages me to keep going and exploring what makes him excited the most. I pump my hand up and down lower at his shaft as my tongue and mouth work him over. He’s too big for me to fit completely in my mouth, but what I can fit has become an addiction to me. I take his head and suck just it and he throws his head back in one of the loudest moans I’ve heard from him to this date. I feel energized by this and using my tongue I trace the contours of his head. He’s nice and warm and I’m enjoying getting to know this side of my inner sex diva.

“Cara, don’t stop. Fuck me!” He only allows me to bob my head a few more times before he grabs me underneath my arms and pulls me up as if I weigh nothing. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I’m shocked when he pushes my back against the cold tile in the shower.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” I tell him, but lose all feeling once he slams himself inside of me. Now it’s my turn to scream out in pleasure. He’s frantic in his ministrations, he’s pumping in me hard and fast and I know he’s chasing his release. Wanting to join him when he comes, I put my finger on my clit and do what he does to me that always causes me to detonate. I apply pressure and use circular motions while using two of my fingers.

“Yes, baby, get yourself there. God damn that’s fucking hot! I could sit and watch you play with that pretty pussy of yours all day long,” he moans out. Then out of nowhere it hits me like a tsunami and I scream out his name...and maybe a few other words along the way, but who can think of what is being said when you’re in a state of bliss this deep?

“If this is the way you welcome me home, I need to go out of town more often.”

Not finding his statement amusing at all I slap his shoulder and tell him, “Not on your life, buster!” He pulls out of me and we both let out a groan of disappointment at our loss. We clean ourselves up, get out and dry off. Grabbing my nightclothes from the bathroom vanity I redress for bed and watch as Braxton pulls his boxer briefs back on. I wrinkle my nose at the thought that he’s putting back on dirty shorts.

Noticing my displeasure he smiles at me and says, “Don’t worry, they’re clean.” He turns off the bathroom lights and leads me to bed.

Once we climb in the bed, he pulls my back to his front and nuzzles my neck. “This right here, this is what makes coming home worth it.” Not knowing what to say, I snuggle deeper into his body. Not long after, I feel his breathing even out and hear his soft snores. At this moment I realize, that he is what is worth risking my heart for. This is my home, where I want to be.