Page 58 of A Love So Hard

“I know, baby. It’s all over now though. Life is good. Everyone is in a great place. Let’s not go back there,” I told him as I moved to back away. I needed to get ready to go grocery shopping since my son informed me he would be bringing someone to our family dinner next weekend.

“Where are you going?” CJ asked. Then he smacked my panty covered ass as I moved away toward our bedroom. “I thought you were admiring the goods, and I’m rethinking the fact that I directed you to my hair instead of allowing that to continue.”

I laughed at my husband. “I think you worship yourself enough for the both of us.”

“Aw, babe, no need to play coy. There’s plenty of me to go around for you still.” He ran up behind me and lifted me off the ground. Then we both heard a pop and he immediately threw me onto our bed and groaned. “Damn!”

“Ha!” I laughed. “Looks like this silver fox is a little too old to be playing at young man sex games. Maybe next time. Tell ya what,” I teased. “I’ll put a call into Doc Murphy and see if he can’t get you a prescription for that little blue…”

He was on top of me with his hand over my mouth in an instant. “Don’t you dare say it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my dick. Your ass has gotten juicier, and I need to work out a bit more to be able to tote that sucker around like I used to.”

I gasped in shock that he really did just go there. Then I bit his hand since it was still covering my mouth. “Ouch!” He squealed like a giant girl.

“I can’t believe you just said I had a fat ass!”

“No, babe. I said you have a juicier ass, and I like it that way so no offense meant.” He mimed grabbing a hold of it and then shifted his hips like he was pounding away at something. I rolled my eyes and scooted further away.

He just laughed. “Moral of this story is don’t insult my manhood and virility if you don’t me to throw down about that ass.” The goofball winked at me then. “Now that you mention it though, might call in that prescription anyway. Think about it. If it works well for men whose dicks don’t work, imagine what it’ll do for someone like me with no problems in the dick department. I’m thinking multiple orgasms for both of us. All. Night. Long. Babe.”

“You are too much. I’m gonna need to take up those Yoga classes Tiger Lily’s been raving about if you even think about attempting that. I didn’t think my hip was ever going to pop back in place after the last time you kept me all kinked up like a pretzel while you pounded into me.”

“Mmm,” he moaned out loud in his sexy deep rumble that nearly had me forgetting I needed to go places other than my bedroom today. “We should definitely try that again,” he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh no you don’t!” I shouted as I dove to get away from his grabby hands only to have momentum pull me right off the edge of the bed.

“Shit!” He shouted as the chuckling started. “Are you okay?” He was standing over me now with a very pronounced hard on protruding from his basketball shorts.

“I’m fine,” I huffed out as I took the hand he offered to pull me up with. The jerk didn’t actually pull me all the way up. No, instead, he pulled me half way and then let go. “Wait,” he proclaimed loudly as if he’d just had the best idea ever. I could see the wheels turning behind those calculating eyes of his. “Yeah, stay right there, babe.” I was on my knees in front of him, and he was sporting major wood. My mouth formed an “o” as I realized what he meant by ‘stay right there, babe’. “Yeah, honey. Just like that, only you may need to spread those lips a little wider,” he teased. I pulled a fist back in threat like I was cocking a gun; only my fist would be aiming for his cannon.

“Whoa now! No need for all this violence, Luce. Jesus!” He cupped his privates and stepped back. “That’s just mean.”

I stood up – on my own, thank you very much – and then proceeded to throw the closest pillow on the bed at him. “You’re a jerk.”

“Yeah, but you love me!”

I turned to see a sappy look on his face then. “Yeah, that I do, baby.” It was then that I turned and noticed movement outside our window. I swiftly pulled the lacey curtain out of the way to see a head full of thick overly processed blond hair flying behind a petite little slip of a woman as she ran away from our yard. “Not again!”

“What?” CJ asked as he came over to the window. He must have caught a glimpse of her before she ducked into her beat up Mustang, because his brows furrowed as he turned to me. “Who the hell was that?”

“That, is the woman I told you the other day that keeps hanging around outside the house. Most of the time I only see her when Toby’s around. I think one of the club whores is stalking him.”

“One of the what? Is what?”

“One of your clubs whores is stalking our son. I’m sure of it. He mentioned that she shows up in a lot of places where he is as though she just happened to run into him, but he mentioned it’s been too often a thing to be coincidence at this point.”

“Seriously?” He asked. I nodded my head vigorously. “He hasn’t said a word to me about it.”

“Well, if you were a young man and your biggest problem was a blond with big fake tits following you around would you tell another man about it?” He gave me a sly grin and then laughed.

“I guess I see your point there,” he finally added.

“Something needs to be done about her.”

“I’ll talk to T-Bone and check in at the club, see what Merc and Sandman have to say about maybe taking a vote to the table concerning ousting the whores from the clubhouse, okay?”

“Please, don’t forget or put it off. It’s important.” He knew this though, because even though I hadn’t specifically told him about Toby’s issues prior to this we had talked about it quite a bit. The lasting problems the whores and Stiff had left in their wake way back when they caused trouble for us were the same issues that kept my man from properly loving his daughter. They were the same issues that kept him from having a decent childhood and seeing his parents happy. The access to those whores on the regular was an issue I just couldn’t move past. I did not want to see them ruin a third generation too. I had higher hopes for my children than to see them go through the crap that had such a profound affect on CJ.

“I know babe, now go get ready. You have somewhere to be and if you keep standing around here in those itty bitty panties I’m going to have to remove them with my teeth.”

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