Bad Ride (Men of Valor MC)

I keep the apartment above the garage mostly for purposes of our fornication. She comes by with the boys almost every afternoon, heads upstairs, puts them down for a nap then sends me a text, usually with a picture of her wet pussy or milk leaking from her tits.

Both of which drive me crazy, and I take the stairs two at a time while Rodney and Breach give me shit for being so whipped.

It’s still early, I want to be home by noon to help set up for the boys’ birthday party. Evan and Edward are two today, twins born eight minutes apart, and they have a little sister damn near ready to pop out of their mother any day.

I’m fucking exhausted but happier than I ever imagined I could be.

I start up the car, looking at the little bungalow I bought for us just a few months after we got together. It’s got a white picket fence for fuck sake, and when I sent a picture of it to my parents, my mother called me crying.

Said she was afraid I was never going to settle down, which coming from the perpetual nomads themselves is ironic. Even after I got sent up for grand theft, my parents loved me and believed in me, even though we were never conventionally close like most nuclear sort of families. They marched to their own drummers and that’s probably where my free spirit started, right in the back of their VW van where I was born and raised for the first few years of my life.

They came to visit after the boys were born. Parked their Airstream in the driveway and spent a week, then got the itch and they were off again.

They loved Annie, of course, and she and my mom talk every couple days.

My shop has doubled in size and I even started an internet rare parts business. I wanted to move, buy Annie a bigger house, but she was having none of it. She says she likes having us all close together and until we have kids piled up in the bedrooms, she wants to stay put. So the money is just piling up in our bank accounts, waiting for the day she’s ready to expand.

Annie’s become part of the club family and this weekend some of the girlfriends and wives are hosting a baby shower for us. It’s co-ed.

But, it’s a full bar so we’re good. Truth is, I want to be with her for all the family shit. I like having her close, and already I envision a time when I don’t leave for work every day, because being away from her makes me anxious as fuck.

I was possessive before, but after the babies were born, I turned into an over-protective maniac, tracking her every move. Putting security cameras around and inside the house. Calling her every ten minutes until she almost had a melt down because I was waking the babies up and the poor woman needed her sleep.

Her father served a suspended sentence because he did the right thing, turned himself in and has since moved to Florida.

Their relationship is strained but polite.

Her mother also turned up a couple years ago in town, all contrite and wanting to make up for abandoning her daughter.

Annie gave her a shot, but when I found her slipping a hundred-dollar bill from my wife’s wallet, I sent her packing and we haven’t heard from her since.

I pull into the garage and press the remote, opening one of the side overhead doors, and park my Lincoln inside because the clouds are coming in and it looks like rain.

I flip on the lights, get settled at my desk and work on some spreadsheets, making my agenda for the day, when my phone rings.

It’s Annie, Facetiming me, so I hit the button and immediately my dick springs to life.

“I miss you.” She pouts, leaning against the headboard of our king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a smile, her belly full and round at eight months and it’s fucking sexy as hell.

“I miss you too, Cupid.”

Her legs fall open and I see the pink petals of her perfect pussy open. “You wanna play?”

I release my cock and set my phone up so she can see. “Always. I always want to play with you.”

“Even when we’re not together, we’re together,” she says, licking her lips as her swollen tits drip white cream, making my abdomen tighten and the wicked lust I see in her eyes makes my balls twitch and my cock stands ready and willing.

“Hold on.” I reach into my bottom desk drawer and pull out the little plastic container from a stack I keep just for these occasions.

“Of course. You know I’ll be waiting for my treat when you get home.”

Even before we were together, when I jacked off thinking of her, I came into these little plastic containers, put the lid on and put them in the freezer. In the two years since I saw her that first time, my freezer was full. I finally showed her, a twitch of fear as I exposed the level of my obsession with her, letting her know I saved them for her.