King and Cress were home for winter vacation from university and splitting their time between Zeus’s house and the clubhouse because Cress’s cabin on Back Bay Rd. was undergoing serious renovations. This meant that I walked in on them making out a lot. As in all over the house at all hours of the day. They were two university students without a whole lot to do over break so they mostly just holed up in King’s room in the basement or made out when they surfaced for air.
It was strange living with Zeus. I’d never lived by myself, let alone with a lover before so I’d never experienced tripping over men’s clothes strewn across the floor because he never picked up after himself or falling into the toilet because he never put the goddamn toilet seat down. He was also the Prez of a highly successful, highly illegal MC that turned wicked profits growing top quality BC Bud and selling to distributors, as well as several lucrative lawful businesses that needed minding. On top of all that, his life was his club, which meant that I didn’t see Z as much as I would have thought.
He didn’t have a schedule. He was a biker so he did what he wanted when he wanted and most of the time, he wanted to hang out in the morning fucking me in his bed, eating breakfast with his kids and working his big, hulking body in the gym attached to his garage. In exchange, he wasn’t around much in the evenings so I ended up spending a lot of time with H.R. and Mute, watching TV, playing poker and cooking. Zeus refused to eat the healthy meals Mute made whenever he was in charge of dinner but I was learning to make things he liked, massive platters of lasagna, homemade deep-dish pizza and a meatloaf that was actually good.
I’d even made Christmas dinner with H.R., Cress and Mute and it’d been really fucking good. We’d all eaten at the clubhouse so that we had space for any of the brothers and their families to join us and a lot of them did. When we were done eating, before the serious drinking began, Axe-Man, King and Bat had taken H.R., Cress and me out back to teach us how to use our Christmas presents (identical Sig Sauer hand guns) on bottles they lined up outside. We hadn’t had a Christmas tree or decorations because bikers didn’t go in for that stuff and I didn’t have any money to get presents for anyone so I’d made do with writing them letters, but it was the best Christmas I’d ever spent. Not least of all, because Zeus had surprised me with a new car because Benjamin had mine repossessed the week before.
It was a Camaro and it was kickass in the extreme, silver-and-matte-black just like Z’s Harley.
The past two weeks had been rough because the chemo was hitting me harder now but our New Years Eve party at the clubhouse had been epic.
I didn’t drink or smoke, but I fucked Z in his room in the middle of the chaos because he couldn’t take the sight of me in my fishnet thigh highs and little black skater dress anymore. I’d played pool with Nova, Axe-Man and Boner and laughed with everyone else when Boner lost and was made to drink a pint of toilet water. I danced until I felt dizzy with Lila, let Buck teach me how to play darts even though I already knew how, and had a silent argument with Mute over what playlist to put over the surround speakers until he’d given up with an expressive blink and retreated to the bar for more booze.
It was one of the best nights ever.
But the first day of the New Year was even better because I’d woken up beside my man and I was in the mood to worship at the altar of my god.
I wanted to lick the veins that stood out against his bulging muscles, trace the lattice of roots up to his heart and press my tongue there to taste his heartbeat. I wanted to use my tongue, teeth, lips and fingers to explore every inch of his giant’s body and I’d taken my time doing so, stroking over the coarse hairs on his thick arms and licking over the steep wedges of muscle cutting up his torso into defined lines. I’d done everything but touch his cock for so long that he was growling and shaking like a grumpy bear, his taste gone to salt with sweat under my tongue.
He was laid out for me, his huge body taking up most of our king-sized bed, his thick thighs parted and bent at the knees to make room for my body.
It was only then I’d set my lips to his flushed cock and worked him over with my mouth.