Page 96 of Bad News Babe

WEST, AKA “FIVE MORE MINUTES, MA!”

I get a “RED ALERT”on my phone as I enjoy my morning fuck with my new wife. Obviously, I ignore the message and focus on the sleepy redhead under me. Alexis’s muffled moans distract from my ma’s loud voice in the family room. I refuse to rush our morning hip dance. Though our honeymoon to Rie’s place by the beach might be over, we’re still horny newlyweds.

Eventually, Alexis and I finish basking in our orgasms, get dressed, and go looking for the reason behind today’s drama.

“Your sister’s run off!” Ma-Poppy cries, rushing toward me, only to hug Alexis instead. “Never leave me. I can’t have a Rie situation. You must live in Tumbling Rock forever and ever.”

Alexis allows my mother to possessively stroke her head while I walk outside to where my pa paces on the porch.

“She sent a text from Florida,” he grumbles and shoves his phone at me. “I had to contact Cubby’s president.”

“Pa, was that really necessary?”

“They’re in Florida,” he mutters, enunciating every syllable. “Your sister is hours from getting a gator tramp stamp. No, worse, probably his name tatted over her cooch. Then, it’ll get all weird and stretched out when he’s pregnant with his ugly baby.”

“Or she’ll get bored and come home,” I say, acting as the voice of reason. “Tuesday just wants attention. You know she’s been jealous since Rie ran off with her biker.”

“You bringing home the ginger didn’t help,” Pa-Emmett spits out before sighing. “Sorry. Alexis is a gem. She complimented my beard yesterday.”

Walking outside with a coffee cup, Val asks, “What’s all this now?”

“Where were you?”

“Dreaming of naked chicks showering me with kisses.”

“You’re so lonely,” I taunt.

Val smirks. “So, what’s the drama about this time?”

“Tuesday ran off with a biker.”

“Which one?”

“One of those Blood Red Suns.”

“The sweaty guy who can’t spell?” When we nod, Val smirks. “She’ll be back.”

“I called his president to see what the fuck was up with his man going to Florida. Duke claimed he didn’t micromanage his people’s sex lives. Then, he asked if my daughter was the slutty blonde?”

“Did you say yes?” Val asks, loving to poke at our pa. “And did Duke laugh? Then, did you point out how he has a slutty daughter, too?”

“I didn’t even know he had a daughter.”

“He has two. One’s a slut. The other’s a nun. That family’s got a serious virgin-whore thing happening.”

Pa-Emmett barks, “Shut up, Val.”

“Daddy,” my brother whines and wipes fake tears from his cheeks.

Ignoring their father-son bonding, I suggest, “Just wait until Tuesday gets bored of Cubby or runs out of parts of her body to tattoo.”

“Okay, so, I could handle this matter with a delicate touch,” Pa-Emmett says, provoking a gasp from inside where Ma-Poppy still crushes Alexis in her mama-bear embrace. “Or I can use a heavy-handed solution to act as a warning to other men who consider screwing with my daughter.”

“Do that second one,” Val says.

Ma-Poppy releases Alexis long enough to applaud her husband and murmur, “That’s the nutty sumbitch I married.”

“Well, wait, now,” I say, just to fuck with them. “We don’t want you going overboard and starting a war with another club. That’s the kind of thing Uncle Court should okay first. Or me as your future president.”

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