Page 13 of Falling for Her

Screams build in my throat, the urge to break down hitting hard but I try to choke it all back as I breathe heavy, my body shaking of the horror that my mother is dead and my eyes move to the baby in my dad’s arms, my little brother.

Oh god, he’s never going to…

“Please, no,” I cry, gripping Cody’s arm as he keeps me up. “Daddy, please, please tell me she’s okay.” I beg, and he lets out a sob. Cody grips me tighter as my sobs take over my body, and I cry, “No, please, please….”

“She-she hemorrhaged,” my dad sobs, and I cry, watching him looking at his son with despair, not knowing what to do, and I grip Cody tighter as I feel his tears drop on my shoulder.

Not Mom, not my momma, please….

“She-she…” my dad gasps, his pain taking over as his body wobbles and I act out on instinct. Shaking, I quickly scramble out of Cody’s arms, and I rush over to my dad and as soon as I get near, he wraps an arm around me and cries, and I sob, holding him tight so he doesn’t fall before a baby’s little cry echoes, and I look down at my baby brother.

He's the spitting image of Mom. He has her nose and her cheekbones, and his dark eyes are open looking at me. I sob harder, seeing nothing but my mom…

This can’t be happening, please tell me I’m still asleep, please.

I feel Cody’s hand go to my back while Dad and I look at the little miracle, and pain hits me as I sob, “H-he won’t ever-ever know h-how amazing she is…”

My dad holds me tighter, and I cry my heart out as I grip my baby brother’s hand and the back of my dad’s shirt with my other, not knowing how we’re going to cope from here on out.

Life as I know it will never be the same again.

Chapter 5

Jokester – Twenty-One Years Old

“Ohyes,yes,yes…harderJokester, harder…” Candy gasps as she grips the sheets before her, twisting them in her fists, and I thrust my cock in and out of her ass harder just as she requested but with speed, my hand gripped tightly in her multicolored hair, and I groan when her soft tissue tightens around me.

There is nothing better than a clubwhores pussy or ass after four hours of tattooing.

I was going to just go to the apartment above the shop to help Hammer finish the renovations in the kitchen ready for me to move in seems as there was no more clients for the rest of the day, but honestly, after a woman had me tat her inner thigh right near her bare, juicy pussy because of course she came in panty-less, my dick was hard as steel. I have a rule of not fucking the clients after Tracker, another tattoo artist made that mistake, and the woman tried suing him when he didn’t want seconds so a clubwhore was the next best thing and not just any clubwhore – Candy.

She’s my go-to girl, has been since I was nineteen, and finally started fucking around.

After I expressed to Butcher that I was ready to hand in my patch, he called me to his office the next day and explained I needed to wait a good amount of time before fucking the clubwhores, but anyone out of the club needed to be discrete. He didn’t care that his daughter fucked someone else, basically disrespecting me. It had been made out like I was madly in love with her by his daughter and his actions with the cut shit so I had to act accordingly and apparently shouting from the rooftops “I’m finally free” would not have been okay, shame really.

I’ve barely said five words to Butcher and my dad since, which, as a brother, that doesn’t bode well with my place in the club, but I don’t really know what else to do other than smashing my fist into their faces. They’re always putting me at the bottom of their priorities, and honestly, I can’t hide my disdain. My mama, well, she’s pissed I haven’t been home since I was eighteen. The fact that I’m not at the club much, mainly just to sleep a few nights a week or to attend a big club meeting that is not just for the officers within the club, has made her anger worsen. If I have to attend a club run, Hammer gives me my instructions at the tattoo shop because he knows something is off, he just doesn’t know what.

Butcher and my father know not to speak to me. The trust is broken, and it'll never return. They've ensured it, and at this point in my life, I just don’t know if staying in the club with men I don’t trust fully to have my back is the right idea, which is why I’ve had Hammer do the apartment above the shop.

If I hand in my cut, he’ll be my landlord and boss, and as much as it will pain my mother, that may be the right move for me.

She’s oblivious to everything that has happened, most of the club is, which is why she begged me to build on the lot that has been mine since I was born. She claimed that if I ever had kids, they needed to be on club land, and I gave in just to keep her happy.

A five-bedroom, four-bathroom bungalow near Bullet’s with some surrounding land that I allowed her to decorate and while yes, the deed is in my name, I haven’t had the heart to tell her I’ll never live there. She was so excited, while my dad looked down in shame every time she brought it up.

All the officer brothers are aware I’m looking at moving into the apartment above the shop, but they believe it is more so I can get my experience down and be the best tattoo artist, especially since I’m I’ve just graduated from Art school. The brothers are hoping I’ll return after a few months, whereas Dad and Butcher know the truth.

I’m ready to walk, and the fact that Bethany won’t leave me the fuck alone, threatening any girl that pays attention to me despite her fucking guys at college, is making my decision easier.

After years of putting the club first, I’m ready to change shit up and put myself first for once.

“Oh fuck yes,” I moan as Candy’s ass tightens around my cock, pulsing, and I quickly let go of her hip and reach around her, then shove two fingers into her soaked pussy and bend them slightly. I rub hard and fast in time with my thrusts and moan as her ass squeezes me, her pussy walls pulsing around my digits.

Candy screams, “Yes, Jokester,” as her orgasm takes over, and she squirts all over my hand. I thrust harder in her ass, letting her ride her pleasure out while holding mine off, but as soon as her ass releases me a few seconds later, I quickly pull out of her ass and remove my fingers from her pussy. Then I remove the condom, and without missing a beat Candy turns and takes my cock into her mouth, deep-throating me as her blue eyes lock with mine, and I let go. My cum squirts down her throat, and the woman swallows it while sucking, and I moan, gripping her hair tight.

Candy moves her hands to my ass cheeks and holds me to her as the last drop of my cum leaves me, but she doesn’t let me go, even as my cock goes limp. Instead, she sucks and licks me making me twitch, and I smirk.

“Still horny, Candy?” I ask her as I grip her hair, and she nods as she tries to rub herself against the sheets and continues to suck me.

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