Page 42 of Atlas
“You know, Virginia, maybe your dried up mini sausage is why you’re in such a foul mood.” I grumble as Janie smacks my chest.
“Stop being a brat, Atlas.” She scorns while walking over to Derek and flicking his ear. “You too. He’s married to my best friend, don’t you be talking about her like she’s one of your common lays.”
“Sorry Mama J.” Derek mutters under his breath as Janie walks away. “Tiny fucking tyrant.” He mutters, once he is sure she is out of earshot.
I laugh lightly and shake my head. Fox and Janie have somehow become the honorary mom and dad at Hel’s. Foxalways had the nickname“Papa Fox”, so when Janie became his girl, it only seemed right she became our mama. Or that’s how I explained it to her when I gave her the nickname. Just like I had given Fox his.
I hear the door chime and go up front to help the customer when I see Ren walking in. Her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, wearing tight black workout leggings and a ripped grey sweater that hangs off her shoulder, showing me her collarbone that I now want to run my tongue over and bite.
“Well! How is my pretty, sexy hot as fuck Princess wifey doing this afternoon?” I grin as my loud voice causes her to instantly blush. “It had better be amazing because fuck girl,” I growl as I look her up and down. “Someone walking around looking like a goddess deserves nothing but the most amazing of days.”
“Okay, okay!” She laughs uncomfortably and covers my mouth with her hand. “Will you stop— AH! Atlas!” She squeals as I lick her palm. I go to say something, but her playful eyes narrow when the petite redhead walks into the front of the shop.
“You bitch!” Ren growls at Janie, causing her to freeze and my eyebrows to raise.
“Oh pleasssse, girl fight.” I whisper, earning a slap from Ren before her attention goes back to Janie.
“How could you! I was there alone! I had to partner with Luca!” Janie winces at Ren’s voice before holding her shaking hands up.
“Ren, I’m so sorry. I have had a bad couple days with my tremors and I didn’t think I could handle the heels or the pole.” Ren’s eyes soften, but now I’m intrigued.
“I’m sorry what? Pole? Heels?Luca?” I have never been as equally turned on and pissed off as I am right now. I remember the name Luca. He was Janie’s date to her father’s remembranceparty that Ash and I held at our apartment over a year ago. Tall, muscular, tan…Italian…
“Luca?” I question again, more forcefully this time.
Ren looks over at me. “You know about Sunday’s pole dancing class?”
“Pffft, the fuck I do! I vaguely remember Janie saying she was going to a pole dancing class once as a joke to piss Fox off.”
Ren gives me a half shrug. “Okay well, it wasn’t a joke. I go twice a week and have for well over a year. And this one here,” Ren grumbles as she glares at Janie. “Should’ve texted me so I didn’t end up having to go to a partner’s class with no partner, so freaking Luca had to come out.”
“I’m sorry! I am a shitty friend! But…” Janie gets a mischievous look on her face. “Did he lose the shirt? I heard he’s been bulking up.”
I go to brush by the girls, but Ren stops me. “Where are you going?”
“Oh yeah, I was going to go in the back and drive a hammer into the walls, and then I was going to go find Luca and do the same to his face.” Ren and Janie both stifle a laugh, which only annoys me further.
“I’ll leave you two honeymooners alone.” Janie winks before walking off. Ren turns her attention back to me and smiles shyly.
“Hi,” she says coyly, and I find the cooling effect she is having over my boiling, raging body slightly irritating.
“Hi pretty girl,” I say back as she walks towards me and grips the waist of my shirt, pulling our bodies together. My thoughts go to last night, and this morning. Her arching, screaming and coming underneath me. Her squirting… fuck, I cannot believe she does that. And now it’s become a goal of mine to make her squirt as often as possible.
“Are you mad at me?” She looks up at me with her eyes wide and her bottom lip out and, oh, this little brat.
“Yes, so stop being cute.” I state while using my finger to push her pouting lip back. Ren seizes the opportunity and captures my finger between her teeth and teases it with the tip of her tongue. My sore dick instantly becomes very alert. “Unfair.” I grumble.
Ren raises a brow, “All is fair in–” the chime for the door sounds and I am ready to tell them to fuck off as I come face to face with my sister and mom. The good, playful mood I had is gone now. My body goes tense and I stand up straight.
“Amelia, w-what’s going on?” I feel Ren’s body stiffen and she begins to pull back, as if she is going to leave. I don’t want her to see whatever is about to happen. But I also don’t want her to leave me alone. After opening up to her last night, I need her to be here.
“Lauren, this is my sister, Amelia, and this is my mother. Guys, this is Lauren, my wife.” I feel Ren relax slightly back against me, but both my sister and mother are wide eyed.
“You’re married?” Mom’s gravelly, weak voice croaks out, full of hurt that I am sure I will pay for later.
“Yeah,” I affirm softly. “A few months now.”
My too thin mother walks up to us. Her salt and pepper hair is pulled tight into a ponytail, which is how she wears it when she hasn’t showered in a while. Her too big for her clothes are full of stains and holes and I see once she is closer, her body is shaking. She’s withdrawing, meaning they didn’t get money after I said I wasn’t home last night.
