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THE GOOD LIFE
What a wild ride it’s been. I’ve had this woman in my life for three months, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love my daughter, but every day, my Blossom surprises me with something else I adore.
She and Sammie get along so great and have a special bond. It kills Brooke to know they have that bond, but she would never do anything to break it. She owes Cherry everything for saving Sammie.
For me, I knew I wanted Blossom. I was already caught hook, line, and sinker for her. But when she saved Sammie—taking that blade—it sealed the deal. Not many people would die for someone else’s kid.
Cherry taps my leg, then points to a surfer out in the ocean. I nod my head, gripping her knee.
The club decided to take a long ride today down to Santa Cruz. Cherry’s been on my bike a few times, and she’s addicted. This is the longest ride we’ve taken, and so far she’s doing good. We went through San Francisco, making our first stop in Pacifica, then went down to Moss Beach. Had some lunch at Sam’s Chowder House in Half Moon Bay. Now we’re on the scenic route on CA-1 HWY heading down to Santa Cruz Boardwalk.
Her ear-to-ear grin in my rearview has me beaming with love. She’s so beautiful with all her curls flying around. I squeeze her leg again, gliding it back, then gripping her hip. I didn’t think I could ever settle for one pussy, but she’s still rocking my world, and I don’t even think about another.
Cherry’s held her own at the club parties. She and Tink have become close. Sunshine is here when she can, but she’s gone a lot. I feel bad for Dawg when she’s gone, but when she’s here, I can tell he’s hooked. He hasn’t strayed either. I guess we’re both locked in this relationship shit.
I look over at my best friend riding next to me. He’s beaming with her on the back of his bike. She’s here until tomorrow and then off again for another DJ gig. I told him he could go with her if he wanted. Things are busy with the port, but nothing we couldn’t handle.
With Cherry being stabbed, it put us into a lockdown. We now have things in place for situations like that. We moved most of our illegal stuff out of the ports and moved it to our other warehouses.
We had to take precautions due to the FBI wandering around. I knew George was out of the picture, but the feds didn’t. We still see Garrett as a threat, but without his money or George doing his bidding for him, I don’t see him hurting us anymore, but I didn’t know if anything was planned before we got to George.
Agent Tellez visited us a few more times, asking questions and wondering if we’d seen George. She told us George took all the money and probably skipped town since he hasn’t checked in with his parole officer.
We played dumb and acted like we were concerned for his whereabouts. Cherry and Sammie were worried at first, but as time went on, I think they knew by my reactions and small hints I’d taken care of it.
One night, when Ma made the comment that he would never hurt anyone again, Cherry looked over at me, and I smiled. Since then, she hasn’t mentioned a word about him.
Having her parents around for a couple of weeks was interesting. They wouldn’t take me up on my offer to stay at my house while Cherry was in the hospital. They wanted to be near her, so they got a hotel right next to it.
But once she was out of the hospital and in my house, they stayed with us. I wanted them to know she was in good hands. Theo and I became close. He’s a good man who loves his girls, just like me. He knows I would do anything for both my daughter and his daughter. Theo told me he respects me and admires how I went after my daughter, not waiting for the authorities.
I went with them to her apartment in the city, and it had her artwork displayed all over. She loves to draw, and she’s good. I told her I wanted her to design and tattoo my next blossom on me. I wantmy blossomsomewhere on me. With her hands designing it, and actually inking me, will only intensify the meaning.
Blossom’s hands move down from my chest to my crotch. I lean back into her, reaching my arm back to grab her hip, sliding my hand up to her ass, and motioning for her to rub against me.
When she does, I rev the engine giving her a little extra vibration. She giggles.
I’m going to need a pit stop soon so I can fuck her really quick in the bathroom. I don’t really want to ride the rest of the way with an enormous hard-on.
I decide we need to stop at Pigeon Point. Everyone can linger around while I handle my fix. It’s just something about her on my bike. Seeing her beauty as the wind whips around us always has me jonesin’ for her.
Her rubbing my cock doesn’t help.
I chuckle to myself. My Blossom is a little minx.
I love that she needs her fixes as much as I do. If it’s not me making the move, it’s her. We can never get enough of each other.
I planned this ride for more than one reason. Yes, it had been a while since the club went on a long run, but I also wanted to get my Blossom out for the day to show her the coast on the back of a bike. The big surprise will be when we reach Santa Cruz. I’m going to ask her to move in with me. She’s never at her apartment anymore anyway. She only goes there to do her online teaching classes since all her tattoo equipment is there.
When she first went back to her apartment without me, I had anxiety. I don’t like her being alone. Until Garrett is taken care of, I’ll always be worried.
Blossom’s hand rubs harder and faster over my jeans. Christ, I’m going to bust a nut.
I grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. I flash my hand to her, showing five fingers and again five fingers, letting her know ten minutes. She tilts her head back and chuckles. I’m going to fuck her senseless.
She started it, but I’m going to finish it.
Next, I point at Pigeon Point Road, letting the members know we’re pulling over.
