Chapter Twenty Six
Stick
“Look after my man,” Jacket tells Scherri, then to me; “And you take care of our girl.”
“Will we see you again?” Scherri asks softly.
“We never know what's around the corner, right? We'll have to leave that to the fates.”
Its the kind af answer I'd expect from Jacket, who's become a bit of a mystic since I last saw him. It suits his ass actually.
And with that he vanishes.
We hear the bike growling to life outside the window and I pull Scherri in close to me under my wing. We both know it's time for me to take care of all her needs from here on. She nuzzles her cheek up into my chest. If I could lie like this with her pressed into my skin for the rest of my life, I'd be perfectly content. But I don't know what she wants next.
These past few days have been completely crazy and intense. A wild roller coaster ride of emotions and changes and discoveries. Shit. It could have been devastating and blown all three of us apart. But we all somehow got through it.
“Are you happy, Babe?” I ask her and she nods her cheek against my skin and lets out a little noise that demonstrates her own contentment.
“Did that make you happy? Me and Jacket? Together?”
“Yes,” she says dreamily. Then adds; “Thank you so much for giving me that experience. I couldn't have done that with anyone other than you.”
“You better not,” I gnarl. Joking but I'm still perplexed.
Is that something she wants? A pleasure she needs on a regular basis.
She certainly couldn't wait for the second go around with both of us. And while I admit it was the hottest fucking thing, watching her get off on Jacket's dick, I know it's not something I could tolerate again, Scherri being with another man. That was a moment in time and it better remain a lost moment. It was a bond that glued us together, glued Jacket and I back together while we took care of her. And maybe even me, myself and I back together finally.
I guess she picks up on the turmoil running through my head because she disentangles herself and sits up to look down on me, her face a mask of concern.
“Are you fine with what happened?” she whispers, her eyes wide, her little fingers working anxiously at my ab ridges. “Please say you are because I don't think I could bear it if I've caused any problems between us. You're all that matters to me.”
“Yeah, I'm cool,” I say. Relief gushing at every cell. “It was a thing that was hot in the moment. But Scherri, I'm not going in for threesomes as a general practice.”
“Good, that's good,” she agrees, looking relieved. “Because I don't want to do that ever again either. You're right, it was a moment. And I feel closer to you than ever now, if that's even possible. Like all the stuff that could have come between us going forward - your feelings about your deployment, my issues with my mother - that's all behind us.”
“So long as we're clear. You're mine. You belong to me and I don't intend to share you again with another man. Ever.”
Her eyes stretch wider and she nods her head. But her lip is sucking in on itself and she looks as though she's about to tear up.
Fuck, what did I say to upset her?
“What is it, Baby?”
“I - are you saying?” She gives a little squeak, more like a hiccup.
“I'm saying you're mine. You better tell me right now if you got a problem with that, Lady. Because I can't focus much longer, what with those perfect tits of yours bobbing up and down, right within my reach. She chortles at that and reaches up to pinch her own hard points in her fingers, driving me half deranged with desperation to pull her down on top of me.
“You mean you want us to be together? After this crazy week of reunion is over?”
“Of course that's what I mean. You can't imagine I'd let you leave me ever again, after suffering those years in the fucking wilderness without you. It's you and me, Babe. Just like it was always meant to be.”
“But, but, what about our parents?”
“What about them? I know family's a big deal for you but it's been a bit hit and miss for both of us so far. However, I reckon we can rectify that by creating our own special unit.”
“You mean -”
“Baby, you can always read where I'm coming from right out of my head, why do you suddenly need a dictionary definition?”
“I'm just so surprised, Stick. I loved you for so long, I never really dreamed this day would actually come. I thought you were mad at me - for going to live with my dad.”
“I was mad at everyone I guess.”
“And now.”
“Now the things I've seen and experienced tell me there's no time for being mad. You have to love hard and let people know you're doing it.”
“We were kissing in the water and that moment just happened, came over me like, ohmigod this is love. It's just love. So complex but only when we think it so. Really it's very simple. Pure.”
“Okay, that's it. Don't say I didn't warn you.”
I fist her hair and tug her down onto me and suck up a huge mouthful of her perky little tit. Scherri is so irresistible, I want every part of her body in my mouth as regularly as possible. It's an insatiable greed, an addiction, a crazy urgent need I have to fulfill before I lose my mind.
We stay wrapped around each other, breathing each other in until there's a tap at the door. Scherri jerks up and her eyes widen at me. I touch her bottom lip with a finger, letting her know it's okay. The worst thing that can happen is we leave the house together now. I can't wait for that to happen. To have her all to myself. I pull the door back, not even bothering to hide the fact Scherri's sprawled across my bed. I find my dad standing there, looking kind of sheepish and apologetic.
“Just came up to let you guys know I'm taking Lyndsey out to dinner. You can fend for yourselves, right?”
“Yeah, we'll manage.” I grin, relieved he's seen Scherri over my shoulder and it's cool. He's not gonna give me some lecture. Like he did last time about calling Lyndsey Mom, that preceded me leaving the house for good. I don't want that kind of split and family rift for Scherri.
“We're going to a hotel. We'll spend the night,” he says, then drops his voice for me alone. “Maybe she'll cool off.”
I can't help it. I throw my arms around my father for a huge back-slapping bear hug.