Page 55 of A Love So Hard

Man, I was sunk!

“Seein’ as how you only have panties on now,” I started to say while giving her a little hairy eyeball about the type of panties she was wearing. “And you want things to be even, I suppose I could let you remove my pants from this luscious body you want to worship.”

She rolled her eyes at me, but her hands moved quick as lightning to my crotch where she immediately began yanking at the buttons and zipper of my jeans. It was my turn to laugh. “What? No finesse? No taking your time to get to the prize?”

“Nah, that shit’s for pussies!” She flippantly said and I sat there with my mouth agape, because my Lucy almost never spoke like that. I glanced around the room like I was looking for something and her hands stilled.

“What?” She asked looking up at me while chewing down on that bottom lip of hers.

“Sorry, I was looking for my wife,” I informed her.

“Ha! Ha!” She mock laughed as she went back to freeing me from my jeans by yanking the now unfastened clothing down and over my ass. My cock sprang out hard and ready, surprising her. I didn’t normally go commando, but I had every now and again free-balling it worked for me. It especially worked when I had been on my wife’s shit list and she had stopped doing my laundry with her own.

“Oh! Goodie!” She managed to get out in a breathy, gleeful half-shout. “Less work to do before I get to the good stuff!” And since I was still straddling her, though I had straightened up on my knees to give her the ability to pull my jeans down my thighs my dick happened to be right at mouth level and my lovely Lucy wasted no time taking it in her mouth.

“Jesus!” I cried the word out like I was really praying, because he hot mouth was all over my cock, warm, wet, and… “Fuck! Lucy, baby, you have to stop,” I ordered her barely able to catch my own breath in order to do so.

“Why?” She asked this before running her tongue the entire way up my shaft before sucking the tip back into her mouth.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow right down your pretty little throat if you keep that up, and that is not the place I want to do that right now.”

“Then I guess you better start moving faster because I need you in a way that this teasing of yours is becoming torture.” She smiled up at me as she released my cock from her mouth after taking another deep suck. “We can do sweet and slow later. Right now, I just have this need that won’t wait.” She was pleading with her eyes, pumping me with her hand, and that was it. I lost all control. I reached down and ripped her ugly ass panties off of her body that was far too good to be displaying them, and then I dove right inside of her to the hilt. My jeans were still wrapped around my damn thighs making things a little difficult until I attempted to wiggle out of them. I did this while balls deep in my woman, and the wiggling I was doing must have been hitting her spot just right, because the next thing I knew she was the one quick on the trigger and her pussy was clenching me so tight I couldn’t move for fear I was going to tip over with her. I didn’t. I hung in there. I also managed to get my fucking jeans off my body while staying locked in my woman. No easy feat. Then I fucked her senseless right after that, I fucked her slow. Then I fell asleep with my woman wrapped around me and my heart feeling fuller than it had in a ridiculous amount of time. I was glad to finally be awake in my own life again.

It would take a couple of days before we could go in to have our tattoos done. Crow went first, and then I was up. I sat for nearly six and a half hours as she finished up Crow’s tat and then worked on my own.

“How did it go?” Lucy asked the minute I walked through the door. I hadn’t missed seeing the curtains flowing back into place from where she’d been sitting vigil, watching for me and waiting to pounce.

“Didn’t realize Deck and Ever were a thing,” I commented in answer. She shrugged her shoulders letting me know in her silent way that she was aware and it didn’t bother her. Fuck. I hated that my woman knew so much more about our daughter than I did even if it was my own damn fault it was like that. “He never came to ask for permission to date her. That’s how it’s supposed to go down when its club family.”

“She’s not though,” Lucy stated as she turned to walk into the kitchen.

“She’s not what? Of course she’s club family, I’m her fuckin’ dad. Toby’s her brother.”

“Neither of you have behaved like family toward her in years. The club never accepted her like they did Toby and Anna.”

“Yeah, well we’re working on that now,” I admitted.

“Okay, well in the meantime, you have to understand that Deck wasn’t beholden to any answer you might give if he had asked, because you don’t know her, and the club has never treated her as family.”

Yeah, what could I say to that? The shit hurt, but the truth often did. Lucy being Lucy changed the subject. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, it don’t feel great, but it’s like any other tattoo I’ve had inked. Actually,” I told her as I glanced at the place on my body that was currently covered by my jacket. “She’s really fuckin’ good with that needle. I’ve had assholes that dig in and make it hurt just for shits and giggles. She has a light touch. Don’t know how that will translate with the ink, but I guess we’ll see.”

Lucy’s eyes glimmered with humor then. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you guys all got tattoos and she was crap with the rig she uses? We all know she can draw her ass off, but that doesn’t always translate to being able to tattoo as well.” Lucy was flat out giggling then. “What if you have a tattoo of a pissed off stick figure biker and a little girl whose tears are bigger than her head?”

“What the fuck, Luce?” I asked, ready to freak out. “You’ve never seen her tat work before?” She shook her head in the negative. I felt my eyes grow wide. “You shittin’ me right now?” She shook her head again, still giggling.

“I kinda really want to see it now, just to know.”

“Fuck me!” I hissed out.

“I’m not showing it to you until you can stop laughing about fuckin’ stick figure tattoos.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” she was doubled over by then, and I was just standing there gawking at her outburst. “Oh my Gosh!” She managed to pant out, nearly breathless. “I really almost hope that it’s bad. It’ll serve you assholes right.” More giggling. “I can’t. All I can see is stick figures now.”

“Jesus!” I called out and then moved around my woman, who had clearly lost her damn mind, so that I could grab myself a beer. I needed something to calm the nerves she just stoked all over again. Then I opened the refrigerator and remembered where I was. I groaned. We didn’t have any beer in the house. “Fuck!” I called out.

“There’s beer out in the garage, babe,” Lucy told me and I headed that direction. Thank fuck. We had a spare fridge out there we kept extra drinks in, especially during the summer. Apparently, Lucy wasn’t ready to have alcohol back in the house, but the garage was deemed okay. I shook my head. Sometimes, the shit women did was just unexplainable.

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