Getting Tail

Tail and Maddy

 

 

 

“OH MY!” TEARS GLINTED on Ma’s cheeks as she looked down into the crib. “Isn’t he precious?”

He was precious, and so much more than that. A fucking miracle. Goddamn life changing.

Maddy had told me she was pregnant in an unconventional way, just like how I’d proposed to her with the engagement ring on the keychain to our new house.

She’d brought home a crate of beers from the brewery, her mischievous grin fully in place.

“New brew?” I’d asked when she handed me one of the cold beverages.

“Something like that.”

“Weird label. Uhhh. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. Just different.” I’d backtracked, and her smirk only seemed to grow.

I took a glug, nodded, inspected the label again.

Big Daddy Beer. And there was a baby bottle as the insignia.

A strange excitement built inside me.

“Wait. What are you . . .” I’d peered up at her. “Are you . . . Are you?”

“Use your words, Tail.”

I jumped to my feet, shouting, “You’re pregnant?”

Biting her lip, she nodded, and tears sprung to her eyes.

“Fuck yes!” I swung her up into my arms, spinning her in a circle, landing kisses all over her face until I finally crashed my lips to hers.

Her laughter turned into a moan, a moan I sealed with my mouth, tongue darting inside.

Hands on her ass, I grinded her against me.

She drew back, her voice smoky. “You are going to be such a hot dad.”

“Yeah?” My hand swept up to cup and mold one tit. “And you’re gonna get all juicy and round and I can’t wait.”

We’d celebrated long into the night . . . in our bed.

Ma had been just as thrilled, immediately in full grandma mode, knitting like a madwoman—baby caps, baby booties, baby blankets.

Now, on Maddy’s and my first day home with our son, Ma hovered by the crib. “Can I hold him, Taylor?”

“Well, sure.” Struggling with emotion, I played it off teasingly. “You’re not gonna drop him, are you, gal?”

“You won’t let me, will you?” She immediately looked fragile and worried.

A pain gripped my chest when all I wanted her to feel was the same sheer fucking ecstasy rolling through me.

I took her by the elbow, steering her away from the crib. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You sit right here.” Patting the seat of the rocker, I waited ’til she eased into Shy’s new padded nursing chair. “And I’ll bring him to you.”

Lifting the sweet bundle from the crib, I smiled when my son’s eyes peeked open and his nose scrunched up. He wrapped a hand around my thumb, and I wiggled it a little. I couldn’t quite grasp how tiny he was, and that he was ours.

And when Ma held her first grandbaby, complete and utter peace tipped my heart over one more time.

Rewind:

The spring after the Christmas day disaster, Maddy’s and my house was complete, move-in ready, fully decorated. Plenty of room for her, me, Ma, and any rug rats we might have. There was a kitchen garden Ma could putter around in. Even a dock out into the creek. A restful place where Maddy and I spent quiet evenings, bare feet dangling in the water, a bucket of brews beside us, holding hands and making out as the sun set.

We had the same arrangement with Miss Jean as before, which allowed for plenty of alone time for Maddy and me. Which had resulted in her first pregnancy.

When we’d gotten married, Maddy was just shy of five months along. So maybe I didn’t always do things in the correct order, but we got there in the end. I thought she was an even more stunning bride, boasting a small baby bump in the designer gown that probably cost more than I made in a year. Her curves filled the dress out more than before the pregnancy, and I wasn’t just lucky enough to get a wife. I was getting a family, the whole damn shebang.

I’d gone LLC as soon as we’d found out the sex of the baby, naming the company Gunner and Son, Inc. Business was booming, and I even had enough success to hire a couple of employees—one handyman and one bookkeeper.

The old gal had begun drifting more and more often though she remained physically pretty healthy. So it was odd that with the advent of Sky—yes, Sky—she seemed to regain more focus.

Our son came into the world with a lusty bawling cry, and I thought my eyes were gonna pop out of my head and my heart right out of my chest with the force of the love rushing through me.

Cute as a button with a tiny little pecker, all his fingers and toes and a set of lungs on him like a bull moose. And sometimes the only thing that could stop his squalling was latching onto Maddy’s tit.

I knew that feeling.

But I could always get him to laugh by juggling him in my arm and making stupid faces.

One week after Skyler was born, only with Maddy’s blessing, I took our son to Retribution for a full-on meet-and-greet. I’d stayed in contact with former Probies 1 and 2—Cole and Kinkaid—to make sure the MC was free of germs, free of the type of chicks I used to go for, the clubhouse spritzed and spruced and totally decontaminated.

No sooner did I walk in, hefting the car seat in one hand, than Brodie started the round of heckles:

“Skyler?” His lip curled up.

“Not even Butch?” Handsome asked, coming closer for a peek at his nephew.

“Or Rex?” Coletrane waggled his fingers in Sky’s face.

“What about Tail, Jr.?” Grandfather MC, Tucker, chucked Sky under the chin.

Hahahaha. Funny.

“Skyler Gunner. Sounds like the name of a righteous Xbox game.” I puffed up my chest, not backing down. “’Sides, it was Maddy’s idea, and we all know how that goes.”

“Xbox game? I’m thinkin’ more like a powder blue Huffy with a flowery basket on it.” Brodie kept going with the jokes.

“Shut it, Brodie.” Boomer released Sky from his car seat jail to cradle him for a moment before the next yahoo cut in. “What was it you told me about pregnant wives again?”

“Always Say Yes!” Came the cheers from the posse.

They are not wrong.

“Kidding, man.” Lifting Sky to take him in a football hold, Brodie chuckled. “He’s . . . .Wow. He’s everything, right?”

I laid one hand on Brodie’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Never felt anything like it.”

My son got passed around, and there was little I could do about it despite my first-time dad-jitters—other than snatching him back and hightailing it out of there.

Most of the other men were old hands at it by now, so I knew I didn’t have to worry. But still.

“So, you ready to become a eunuch?” Coletrane slid up next to me.

“Please. For the last time. Can we not talk about Tail and my sister and sex?” Handsome mumbled in a disgusted tone.

“What do you mean, eunuch?” I ignored Handsome, squinting at Cole.

“Well, no sex, dude, for like six weeks.”

“It was more like ten for me,” Boomer added.

“Ten? Holy shit, bro.” Brodie’s eyes peeled wide. “No wonder you were in such a grumpy mood around that time.”

“Hey, she had twins, okay?” Boomer braced himself in front of Brodie.

“Or maybe you just weren’t doing it for Rayce.” Younger brother Brodie chuckle-chuckle-chuckled.

I stepped between the two Steeles. “Let’s go back to that no sex thing?”

Coletrane shrugged. “She just popped a kid out of her—”

“That’s still my sister your talking about.” Handsome scowled.

“Out of her cookie.” Boomer finished.

All eyes swerved to him “Cookie?”

He blushed, muttering, “Never mind.”

Seeing as it was our prez, we decided to let the cookie comment go, but I was gonna ask Maddy as soon as I got home when I could fuck her again. Because six weeks? Harsh.

Skyler had been handed back to me and the no-sex talk died down when Brodie called out, “Drinks on Tail!”

“I’ll take water,” I amended.

“Like water with your whiskey?” Cole asked me.

“No. Dou—d-bag. Like water with ice.”

“Whaaaat?”

“Are you pregnant now?”

“No. A-holes.” I’d already gotten the lecture about swearing in front of Sky. From Maddy . . . and Ma . . . and MJ. “I wanna keep my head sharp around the baby.”

Everyone else exchanged a look. The one that said I was so whupped. I didn’t give a fuck. They were totally right. And it was the best place to be.

Then Brodie shrugged and yelled, “Drinks are still on Tail!”

Fast forward:

“Taylor! I know how to change a durn diaper. Did yours plenty a’times, didn’t I?” Ma swatted me away from Skyler. “Now, git. You and Maddy have big plans tonight. Jean and I got this.”

I left the pair to it, but when it came time for Maddy and me to leave, I found my wife in Sky’s room. She sat in the rocker, balancing him on her lap.

“Who’s Momma’s sweet boy?” She nuzzled her nose against his tummy then blew a big raspberry.

He chortled, clapping his hands against the sides of her head. He giggled again when she blew a puff of air on his neck before kissing him soundly on the cheek.

She was such a good mom; it clutched my heart, seeing the two of them like this.

Lounging against the doorway, I folded my arms across my chest. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“It’s just for one night.” Maddy looked longingly down at our son before glancing back at me—gaze lingering. “Besides, you are wearing a suit, and you know how much I like that.”

“Not seersucker though.”

“Lord, I hope not.”

Advancing into the bedroom, I lifted Sky from her lap.

“Paaaaaa,” he said, making what we called his baby gorilla face.

Then he squeezed his chubby arms around my neck. So damn cute.

I patted his rump, hugging him to me. “You gonna let Momma and Daddy go out for one night?”

“Paaaaa,” he repeated, jostling in my arms.

“All right. Just once, ’cause I don’t wanna get you all riled up before we leave you with Grandma.” I held him straight out in my arms then launched him into the air.

Airborne, he giggled madly.

Maddy laughed, too, although sometimes she seemed to think I was gonna go all lift-off and vault him into the atmosphere.

He landed, plump and laughing, in the cradle of my arms . . . arms that would always support him.

Ma came in, rolling her eyes, Miss Jean right behind her.

“You out of here or what?” The old gal tapped her foot impatiently.

“One last kiss for Momma.” I swooped him toward Maddy, and she gave him another loud lip-smack.

“Goodnight, Sky. Momma loves you.” She nuzzled her nose into his neck.

Then I handed him over to Ma, reluctantly, and swiped at my eyes. Not getting teary. Not at all.

Clasping Maddy’s hand, I pulled her up from the rocker. I hustled her from the house before either of us could change our minds.

With her seated in the Lincoln coupe, I started the engine. Only looked back once—maybe twice—as we headed off on our anniversary getaway, our first night leaving Skyler.

Anticipation began to take over the strange bereft feeling. Maddy looked amazing. New high heels, at least I thought so. She had about a billion pairs, more carefully catalogued in the closet than the tools I kept in the shed. And the dress. Wow. Knockout material. Masturbation material. Red. Like that gown . . . a couple years ago when she’d bought me at the bachelor auction.

This dress was short. Helluva lot shorter. Lots of thigh on show. With a low back and cleavage. Tons of cleavage.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling like it was a first date. With my wife of one year.

Everything she said rolled right over me because all I could think about once we hit downtown was her, the heels, the dress.

Getting the dress off her.

I think I answered her with some degree of intelligence. But probably not.

Maddy kept biting her lip. Then reapplied her lipstick. Then she crossed her legs. And put her hand on my thigh.

Swerving into the parking lot of the pricey inn attached to the fancy restaurant in one of the oldest districts on the peninsula, I squealed to a stop.

I tipped the bozo in the monkey suit to valet park. Tipped someone else to take our overnight bags to our room.

Tapped my fingers again as we got our key, Maddy glancing at me occasionally from beneath her feathery lashes, all knowing, all coy.

“Skip the dinner reservation?” she asked once we hit the elevator, just as impatient as me.

Least I hoped so because my cock was making a big show in my suit pants.

“Skip dinner,” I gruffly agreed, eyes locked on her glossy red lips.

“Because we can get room service later,” she said, those rum-colored eyes soaking me in from my black hair to the cut of my new suit, a Frankie Burelli Original.

“Room service, sure.” I just wanted to service her.

Alone. In a fancy hotel room. No interruptions.

Minutes later we were alone. In a fancy hotel suite. With no interruptions for the foreseeable future.

I closed the door behind me.

Maddy swished ahead of me.

I made a quick inspection—bathroom with a huge tub, bedroom with a huge bed, living room with a balcony that opened to the bay—but really I was surveilling the best spot to fuck her in.

First.

“Nice. Which room do you wanna christen first?” I started loosening my tie.

“The living room?” She unzipped the side of her dress, strolling toward the bigger room, opening the balcony doors so a sweet sea breeze filtered inside.

“Unconventional. I like it.” I came up behind her, brushing her hair aside so I could kiss her neck.

“Wouldn’t want you to get bored.”

“Like that’s possible with you.” Sliding off the tie, I shucked out of my jacket.

I started to press against her, but she slipped away, back into the room. Unbuttoning my shirt, I stared at her. She sashayed toward the couch, spinning to face me.

She licked those luscious cherry red lips again.

Then pointed to my pants.

As soon as the shirt sailed from my arms, I lashed the belt free, popped open the tab. I had to struggle against my dominating erection to get the goddamn zipper down, but then everything came off in one sweep—shoes, socks, pants.

No briefs.

“Very nice.” Maddy looked me over like I was prime meat.

And my meat strained, throbbed, the hard-on almost unbearable.

“Everything from your black hair to your huge chest to your green eyes.” She dropped her gaze. “The tats. And that big . . . thick . . . cock.”

I pulled a fist up the shaft, nearly strangling the beast, so ready to be inside her.

“You’re so hot, Taylor.” Her breasts heaved inside the dress as her hands inched toward the straps on her shoulders.

“You gonna show me what you got on under that before I come all over you?” My voice ranged low, my feet braced wide.

I circled the dome of my cock, sweeping up the gathered drops of precome.

Maddy shimmied from the dress, leaving a pool of crimson red at her feet, but I wasn’t focused on the dress anymore or the heels she slipped off.

“What the hell is that?” I pointed, finger shaking.

“A teddy.” She smoothed her hands up from her thighs to her hips, pouting lusciously at me. “You like it?”

Like it? I was surprised I hadn’t started drooling already. The thing was crazy sexy—some kind of webbing and lace and jet black. The teddy hugged her in strapless gossamer fabric that was like an X-rated bathing suit because it clearly showed off all the good stuff. Her pussy . . . Her ass . . . Her breasts . . .

“I bought it for you.” She shook her glossy hair out, hands pushing her tits up even more, nipples already pebbled in the sheer see-through concoction.

“Fuckin’ hope so.” Reaching out, I skimmed the backs of my knuckles over one tight peak. “Can I fuck you with it on?”

“Yes.” She leaned up, her lips brushing along my throat to my ear. “It snaps. Right between my legs.”

“Good. ’Cause I don’t think I can wait to be inside you.” My voice rumbled, deep as thunder.

Her laugh came out in that smoky tone she had, the sound that reminded me of the unusual color of her eyes. She pushed me back, and when she walked around me her fingers glided lightly over the length of my dick. Enough to tease and nothing more.

I turned, watching her, needing her.

“Come here, hot daddy.” Maddy pointed to the loveseat.

Hot daddy. Fuck. Those words made my cock jump, filling with even more blood.

I sat down. Legs spread wide. Dick spearing up.

“You love my cock so much, get over here and fuck it.”

At my rough words, Maddy gasped then climbed onto my lap, eyes sparking with dangerous lust.

She gripped my hair, lashing at my lips with her tongue. And I tugged down the cups of her teddy, palming generous tits. I crudely yanked open the snaps at her cunt, fingers lowered to thrust into her hard and fast.

She was slick. Swollen. Hot for it.

As soon as she arched back with a moan, I slammed her down onto my dick. Her moan became a scream, her pussy clutching at me.

I fucked up into Maddy ruthlessly, mouthing her ample tits, filling my hands with her generous ass.

She screwed down on me just as fiercely, tugging at my hair, nails drilling into my shoulders.

Sweaty and wild.

Dirty and deep.

Lewd sounds of wet pleasure coming from her cunt every time I nailed her with my cock.

Muscles from my chest to my back to my thighs bunched.

I left her tits long enough to capture her mouth. A harsh grunt burrowed in with my tongue.

Balls rapidly swelling to the point of no return, I pulled her against me. I’d probably leave bruises on her hips. She whimpered, a tightening force surrounding my dick. Clenching, clutching, coming, Maddy threw her head back and shouted my name.

The last reckless thrusts pumped into her. Seed jetted from my cock. Filled her. Flooded her. Ran back out onto my balls as Maddy came a second time.

Arms locked around her back, I laughed. “Jesus Christ.”

“Happy anniversary,” she murmured, still gripping me inside.

“Jesus Christ. Happy anniversary and then some.” I groaned, fighting for breath.

Her hair tickled my nose when she shifted, and I stopped her from getting off my cock. Taking in a long suck of air, I stood—shaky legs and all. She giggled, still planted against me.

“What are you doing, Taylor?”

“Gettin’ ready for round two. Christen the next room.”

She’d almost fucked the living daylights out of me, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night yet. No way in hell.

Not when I had her. Alone in a hotel room. No interruptions.

I did let her get off me long enough to clean up in the bathroom. While she was in there, I lazily flicked through the room service menu. Noting some choice items we could get delivered right to our door.

None more choice than Mrs. Madison Rose Rush-Gunner when she pounced on me minutes later, naked and glowing.

I tossed the menu to the floor. Fuck the room service.

“Lookin’ for round two already?” My hands slid from her hips to her waist to her tits.

“Not exactly.” Bracing herself on my chest, she chewed on her bottom lip.

“Ah. You wanna go home.”

“He’s only six months old, Tail.” She hit me with the puppy dog eyes.

I heaved a big loud sigh. “On one condition. We get down to round two as soon as we make sure Sky’s absolutely fine and sleeping away.”

“And you feed me.”

“Oh, I got plenty to feed you with.” Smirking, I flexed my cock, situated right against her sleek pussy.

“Actual real food.”

I swatted her on the ass before I decided to take it all back and unload inside her again. “All right, sweetness. You got a deal. Only ’cause I love you so much.”

“And you want to check on Sky just as much as I do.”

“Guilty.” Rolling off the bed, I pulled her into my arms.

Our kiss was a promise of more and everything and I love you so much.

 

Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve been completely snagged by Madison Rose Rush-Gunner. Wouldn’t have it any other way.