Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) (24 page)

G
onzo

I
picked
the kids up from daycare and had them home when Connie arrived the next week. Some days I took care of dinner, other days I let her.

I also found out why I’d never bumped into their gymnastics schedule — she pays to take them two days a week, but there are classes Tuesday through Saturday and she can take them to any two of them.

I was speechless the first time I went with them to gymnastics. They were both doing front and back walkovers as well as cartwheels, could walk around in handstands for a while, and were very close to being turned loose to do back handsprings without a spotter. I talked to Connie about delineating a spot outside for them to tumble — an area with nothing they could fall into.

Most nights I went into the bar just as they were starting their bedtime routine, and crawled into bed with Connie around two or three in the morning. I got up with them to help with breakfast and see them off, then went back to sleep and woke in time to get them from daycare.

Connie refused to have sex or even play around when the twins were just down the hall, and I started working on a house plan that would work for our needs. I dragged her to the den in the middle of the night once, but I hated to wake her every night and make her walk downstairs for sex.

Meanwhile, the twins’ furniture was delivered to my house, and we made plans to spend the weekend there.

The compound is the MC’s public presence in the city, but our homes are our private sanctuary surrounded by forest. I made a trip in my truck to get the twins’ bicycles to my house early Friday, and then I got them from daycare in my car and took them to my house. By the time Connie arrived, the twins and I had been hiking in the woods, had contests to see who could stand on their hands the longest, and had done most of the prep-work for dinner.

My house is next to Dawg’s, so we ate in his back yard, because he’s set up better than me to host a lot of people. We ended up with Dawg, Ghost, Paco, Brain, and Harmony eating with us, and several more people coming with their kids for dessert. When we finished eating, we all sat at the entrance to our circle so no cars could come in, and we let the kids ride their bikes. By eight o’clock we had twelve kids. The big kids brought out their plywood ramps so they could jump, and Chloe and Declan watched them in awe.

Connie never once mentioned bedtime, but by about a quarter till nine I could see it was time to take them inside. We did bath, teeth, pajamas, and stories, and when they were asleep I showed Connie a speaker so we could hear them, and led her back outside.

Dawg had a decent blaze going in his fire pit, and people had chairs and blankets pulled up all around it. There was plenty of beer and soda, and a few people were strumming guitars and singing. There were no sweetbutts here, no casual sex. The teens were welcome to stay with us as late as their parents allow, and the ol’ladies didn’t have to worry about seeing anything they didn’t want to.

It was my hope to convince Connie we could sell both of our houses and build one here. We sat outside for over an hour, talking and enjoying the night and the fire with friends, before I took her — and the speaker — across the back yards and into my basement.

I’d moved one of my old guestroom beds downstairs and paid a design firm to come in and line the ceiling and walls to dampen the sound so we could be sure the twins wouldn’t hear us. They’d not only lined the walls and ceilings with industrial acoustic material, but they’d draped various fabrics from the center of the ceiling to the walls all around. They’d done an awesome job and it looked like we were in some exotic tent, with the bed as centerpiece, and gauzy fabrics of similar colors surrounding it as well.

I settled the speaker on a side table and opened an app on my phone so I could see the twins as well as hear them. They were both sleeping soundly, and I turned the app off before telling her, “There’s infrared at their doors. If they leave the room my phone will let me know.”

“You’re sure they can’t hear us?”

“I have an eighties radio station playing upstairs in the living room, a movie with lots of fighting and explosions playing at the base of the stairs, and we have classical music in here. Without the music and movie they
might
be able to pick up on screams, but with it they won’t be able to separate it all out.”

We hadn’t had sex in days and I assumed I’d have to work her up to it again, but as soon as I assured her we were good, she took her shirt off as she walked to the bed.

She only went down to her bra and panties before climbing in bed, but that was fine — I like unwrapping presents.

C
onnie

W
hen I’d figured
out what Sandy’s butt plugs were, I’d thought there was no way in hell I’d ever
consider
such a thing, and yet now Gonzo had me bent over the bed, naked, convincing me to relax as he pushed one in.

This was the second one of the night, and was bigger than the first. I’d thought the first too small, but this one was almost too much.

“Just a little more. Push out and relax, take it for me. That’s it…”

I gasped as it finally went in, and then moaned when Gonzo pressed his cock against my other opening and slid in.

I was so full from the plug, and then add Gonzo’s width as well and I’d only
thought
I could feel every inch of him before.

“We’ll start with this one tomorrow evening, and you’ll graduate to a larger size later tomorrow night.” His voice was so matter-of-fact, so proprietary, and I pushed back with my arms to meet him stroke for stroke. I’ve never liked the idea of a man
owning
me or having to take care of me, but the fact Gonzo felt he owned me in bed turned me on so much, just the thoughts of it drove me crazy. I’d had to start listening to audiobooks after I dropped the kids off in the mornings, and on my drive home in the evenings because I thought of sex with Gonzo every free moment I had, and just the memory of him bossing me around in bed made me so horny I couldn’t think straight.

If anything, he was bossier tonight than he’d been before, which was going to give me even more things I had to not remember if I wanted to get through my workday without torturing myself. But oh, how I loved his growly, snarly voice when he was telling me to spread my legs, or wrap them around him, or to put my hands to my side and keep them there.

I love it when he takes me from behind, and tonight I discovered adding the butt plug creates new dimensions in pleasure. I have no idea how many orgasms he pulled out of me before he finally came. I literally hung on the side of the bed as he deposited the condom in a small trash bin he’d thoughtfully placed about a foot away, and then let him lift me onto the mattress and arrange me so he could snuggle with me.

I was nearly asleep when I reminded him the plug needed to come out.

“No, Connie.” His voice was gentle but firm. He’d made his mind up without consulting me, and another spike of heat went through me as he informed me, “You’ll sleep with it in. If you wake in the middle of the night and need some relief, feel free to climb on me and ride.”

G
onzo

I
carried
her to bed after she was asleep, and she was still dead to the world when I heard the kids talking as Declan woke Chloe the next morning. I disengaged myself from Connie, put some sweatpants on, and closed the bedroom door behind me. I put my finger to my lips to let them know they should be quiet, and we went downstairs and into the garage.

“Your aunt never gets to sleep in, so let’s give that to her this morning.” I showed them the huge boxes some of their furniture had been packaged in, and then had them help me stretch a tarp out on part of the back yard. I took the boxes out while they brought the markers I’d bought for the occasion, and I cut doors and windows while they added doorknobs and decorated the shutters. Chloe also added flowers on hers, as if there was a flowerbed just in front of her house. Declan started drawing bricks on his, but got bored with it and stopped. Oddly enough, the partial pattern probably looked better than it would’ve if he’d finished. The two of them together made a store and doctor’s office out of the other boxes, and then Declan decided the final one would be a police station.

We were going to have a huge lunch, so I let them eat pop-tarts in their houses for breakfast.

I’d left Connie a note that she could take the plug out, wash it, put it under the sink, and then join us in the back yard.

I could tell she wasn’t pleased when she came out, but it turned out she didn’t think it appropriate for them to be in the back yard in their pajamas.

“I figured it was better to get messy with the markers in their pajamas than their clothes. We’ll go in and change soon, then let them come back out to play without the markers while you and I get lunch ready.”

I’d invited Sophia, Aaron, and the triplets to lunch — which also meant there would be at least one and possibly two or three bodyguards. I wasn’t obligated to feed them all but I’d make sure they got something to eat. Aaron was pretty good about standing watch while one of the bodyguards ate at a time. He knows the better care you take of your people, the better care they’ll take of you.

Connie and I peeled potatoes on the deck as the kids played in the yard, and she asked, “You don’t feel comfortable inviting people to my house?”

I considered the question a moment before answering. “Here, I can do all of the work if I need to. Having your help is nice, but I’m not as comfortable in your kitchen and I’d feel as if I was asking you to do the work with my help. Plus, if something gets broken here it’s my shit, but I’d worry more with a lot of people in your house. I get the feeling you aren’t used to a lot of company, and I don’t want to put you out, and… yeah, I’m more comfortable having them here.”

“Is it always like this on the weekends?”

“No. When we have stuff planned at the compound, most everyone’s there. We get to be more laid back and just kind of hang out together when we’re home. Not everyone lives here, but I’ve enjoyed having my brothers as my neighbors.”

She peeled several potatoes without saying anything, and I added, “We don’t have to decide anything this month, or next month, or even the next. I’m good staying with you during the week and some weekends, and spending the occasional weekend here.”

“I’ve had fun, and I know the kids have. I’ve liked having you at the house this week, too.”

“When we look for a permanent solution, there’ll be some sort of soundproofing between us and the kids. Whether it means there’s enough distance between us, or we build it into the walls, that’s priority one for me. I want to be able to come in at two in the morning and get a quickie from you without dragging you across the house.”

“Did you have the downstairs done with all the fabric on the walls just for me?”

“I did.”

She cut her eyes at me, and even if I hadn’t been able to scent it I’d have known my words made her horny again. I leaned sideways and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I grabbed the last potato. “I love how responsive you are.”

When Aaron and his family arrived, we had the potato salad, baked beans, slaw, and deviled eggs ready and waiting for Aaron and me to grill the steaks outside. The triplets were as excited about the box houses as the twins had been, and they played house, then doctor, then school, then cops and robbers. The boys were the cops first while the girls were the robbers, and then they swapped.

Aaron brought one bodyguard who stayed out front to watch their vehicle and another who stayed about twenty yards from the triplets. I’d met Jonathan a few times and noted he seemed to be focused on the kids today, where I usually get the impression he’s Sophia’s personal guard. Aaron saw me looking towards him as we worked the grill and he told me, “I figured I’ll be close enough to Sophia, but I didn’t want to force the kids to stay close to us.” He shrugged. “Plus, this has to be one of the safer enclaves around, with so many of the MC close.”

I grinned. “I’d like to think so, but speaking of security — it looks like I’ll be staying at Connie’s house during the week and some weekends, and we’ll be here a good number of weekends as well. Does she need to schedule a time with whoever she works with at Drake to talk about changes to her security protocol?”

He nodded. “I was alerted when she reported giving you access and entry codes. Standard protocol would have us tracking you in the same ways we do her and the kids, but I already know you won’t agree to that. You should also know there are infrared sensors downstairs, and cameras that take still images should the sensors pick up any unusual activities. She had us disable the camera in the den a few weeks ago, but the others are still active.”

Which would explain why she hadn’t wanted to fool around in the kitchen when the kids were playing video games while we cooked. I hadn’t wanted to do anything that required taking our clothes off, but she’d insisted I couldn’t lift her shirt and play with her breasts while we waited for the water to boil. I wondered why she hadn’t just told me, but set it aside until I could talk to her about it in private.

“I’m not going to okay anything like that in my house.”

“I figured, but if she’s going to be spending a good deal of time at your house then her company will want us to do a security profile. They’ll pay for all enhancements, but they’re pretty serious about keeping her safe.”

“She told me she sometimes has a bodyguard, when the company deems there to be a security threat?”

“If the details of a new drug she’s helped develop get out before the company’s ready then she has someone with her twenty-four/seven, and the kids also have their own security.”

“I don’t suppose I’ll be able to qualify as security for them?”

“The company’s worried about one of her loved ones being captured, because she’d probably give away just about any secret to keep those kids safe, and her bosses know it.”

His look told me I wasn’t going to like what came next, and I filled in for him. “They’ll want me to have a bodyguard, too, if she goes to high alert.”

He nodded and I just shook my head. It was never going to happen and Aaron knew it without my telling him.

“I know about the shoes, and I have an idea of where the saferoom is though she hasn’t shown me yet. I know her car and phone are tracked, and I’m betting you’ve put something in the coats she most often wears as an extra layer of protection in the winter.”

“Also her purse and wallet, the kids’ book bags, lunch boxes, and a few other miscellaneous items. We’ve patched into the preschool and daycare security so we have images of everyone who comes and goes. We handle security for the school she’s trying to get them into next year, and that’ll help us keep them safe.”

He turned and looked at my house, then returned to checking the steaks. “I know your alarm system is tied into your own control room. Her company isn’t going to like that.”

“I’m not sure they need to know who handles my security.”

“Her contract with them says they have a right to see to her security. If the two of you become a permanent arrangement and they can’t step in to set up procedures to keep her safe, she’ll be in danger of losing her job.”

Which would probably be why she hadn’t told me about the camera in the kitchen.

Aaron sighed and stepped to the railing to watch the kids a few seconds. “We’ll deal with all of that later. I brought a dozen nerf swords — I’ve been teaching my kids basic swordsmanship and I figured I’d ask if you’d like me to have a little impromptu class in your back yard.”

“Sounds great. I wouldn’t mind playing around with them a little, either. I’m not too bad with a knife but I’ve never had formal sword training.”