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“Yeah, baby?” he asked as he scooped my hair up and held it in place behind my neck. I leaned in and sucked his cock to the back of my throat and made a noise, “Mmmhmmm,” to tell him that yes, that was right. “Fuck, Sammy. That’s so good. Do it again.” I hummed and sucked him all the way to the back of my throat again. It was lucky that I didn’t have a gag reflex to get in the way.
“Holy shit, baby. As much as I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, I can’t imagine losing that mouth of yours to do it.”
I nipped the tip of his cock in a playful, not painful way. “Shh, I’m trying to concentrate,” I said before I bobbed back down on his dick. Travis pulled my hair and twisted it tight, then used the hold to guide my head up and down. On each downward motion, I sucked him in hard. Whenever he pulled back, I licked my way up his length, and teased him as I blew cool air on top of the warm wetness left behind by my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, that’s amazing, baby.”
“Not near as amazing as it’s going to feel when I ride you like you’ve never been ridden before.” That might have come off a little cockier than I intended, but when Travis’s cock twitched against my lips, I knew he enjoyed hearing it.
He tapped my shoulder with his weak hand while his strong one still had my hair bunched up at the nape of my neck. “Climb up here, baby. I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
“I’m on the patch,” I told him.
“Patch?” he asked and seemed confused by that.
“Birth control patch,” I told him and turned ever so slightly so he could see the patch that was stuck to my shoulder blade.
“I didn’t even know that was a thing. I’m clean. Had myself tested before they discharged me from the hospital.”
“That was very intuitive of you.”
“I like to think ahead.” He patted his thighs. “Now, hop up here because I have it on good authority that someone is going to ride me like I’ve never been ridden before.”
“Oh yeah, maybe I should call Rosalie up here,” I teased.
Travis smacked my ass, and the sting made me close my eyes and throw my head back. “That’s exactly how I want you to look when you have my cock in you, now get up here.”
I did as he asked. Travis held his cock steady, and I slid onto it at a painfully slow pace. “Fuck, woman, you’re killing me.”
“I’m savoring this feeling. We only get one first time.”
“Fuck that. We get as many firsts as we want with one another because it’s all new between us.”
“I like that.”
“Good, now fucking ride me like your life depends on it.”
And I did.
21.INTERROGATIONS
BIGFOOT
Everyoneexcept the old-timers and younger members who went on the run to deliver the mushrooms to our buyers had been on lockdown for nearly a week, and we were all getting pretty sick of one another’s faces. I loved my club brothers and their families, but there was a reason we opted for a compound where we had individual houses built, too. The problem was that we had grown beyond those houses. We needed more land to be able to house everyone within our fenced property, while also keeping people from being crowded on top of one another and the clubhouse.
We also had extra bodies with Sammy’s family under our roof, too. I couldn’t complain about that either, since Josh had saved our asses and our future crops. Had we let the disease spread much further, we would have lost the whole business and not known how to start it back up. Since we lost our one and only mushroom guru before, I put Josh in charge of teaching some of the guys how to care for our crop and what to look out for in the future. We also established clean room rules for anyone who went down into the cave. It was imperative for us not to introduce shit we might pick up from outside to our underground farm.
“Doc has the DNA results. He’s on his way here now,” I announced when Brian finally joined us all downstairs. His face drained of color at the mention of the DNA test and then he sat down and shoved his face into his hands. I could tell by the slump of his shoulders that he already suspected what Sammy and I had figured out. Ryan wasn’t his.
“What the hell am I supposed to do if he’s not mine?” Brian asked the room at large. My mom and Lis had the boys in the gaming room upstairs, so we weren’t in danger of them overhearing us. “What the fuck am I supposed to tell that boy about his mom? Why didn’t I ask for a test before? Fuck!”
“She preyed on a heartbroken man, and you let her because you needed to move on from Mom. You can’t regret anything if Ryan really is yours. You just have to try to figure out how to tell him about his mom in a way he will understand, because there is no coming back from this for her. Her intention was to kill all of us off, since the trust was finally explained to her, and she knew that was the only way to get it.” Sammy explained to her dad.
“Yeah, that works if he’s mine. What if he’s not? What am I supposed to do?”
“He’s been your son since before he was born, Dad. You have held him, bathed him, told him stories, and taught him the things you know. You signed his birth certificate. It’s the same as if you had willingly adopted a child. You don’t give them back just because you realized they weren’t going to look like you. He’s yours. He’s ours. That little boy will forever be my brother because it isn’t fair to take our family away from him, when his only crime is having a cunt for a mother.”
Brian nodded his head, and I gave my woman a little squeeze. She was the best of the best. Loyalty dripped from her veins and there was nothing fucking sexier to me than that.
