S-Duality: A Marauders Novella (9 page)

They went to the courthouse on a Wednesday morning in May. Trudy wore a blue velvet babydoll dress, and he joked about kinderwhore fashion. She just laughed and pointed out that she'd at least made an effort. He'd sort of made an effort; he wore new jeans and a striped sweatshirt he knew she liked.

They were in a line of ten other couples, and the actual ceremony didn't take many minutes, but it was still the best fucking day in Sisco's life. They both beamed for a solid two hours after putting the rings on each other's fingers. One of those hours was spent naked in bed.

“You're my wife,” he mumbled after the first round as he held her in his arms. He'd been lying there with her naked body against his in silence for a long time, but when realization hit him, that she was his wife, it just sort slipped out. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it. “It's fucking amazing.”

“I'm your wife!” She turned towards him. “And you're my husband. We're fucking married! Can I pick a guy or what?”

“Why is it always you who picked me?”

“Oh, honey, you looked like a deer in headlights.”

“I did, didn't I?” He pushed her to her back and kissed down her neck, licked her collarbone, and further down until he had her nipple in his mouth. His
wife's
cocky nipple! He was fucking married. He couldn't get over it. “Fucking hell, I love you, Trudy.”

“Get down there and show me how much!”

He lay down comfortably between her legs and gave her little pinches on the inside of her thigh as he dipped down and gave her the first lick.

“Oh, god!” she groaned. “Again!”

He pinched the other thigh as well and sucked on her clit, just as he added the last pinch, he shoved the other hand's fingers into her pussy, and he felt her clench down on his fingers with another groan.

“Fuck! More!”

“Such a greedy girl,” he mumbled and kept pumping his fingers inside her, pressing upwards to tease her spot.

She moved around to lie next to him, but in the opposite direction, and grabbed his dick. Then she took it in her mouth while she threw her leg over his shoulders to pull him towards her.

They'd already had sex once, they weren't going to come in a hurry, so they took their time, almost playing around. When he was starting to really get going, she seemed to refuse to pick up the pace. He knew why, so he sat up.

“On your knees.”

She didn't question it, just did as he'd asked. He grabbed a firm hold of her neck, gave her ass a sharp slap, and during her high-pitched cry he rammed inside of her.

“Oh, shit! I'm cumming.”

He'd known she was close, and he knew she always preferred to come around a cock. Instead of answering, he kept fucking her, pulling her towards him by his grip on her neck. When he felt her coming, he pulled her up to stand on her knees and slapped her over her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sisco. Again!”

Since she was his wife, he figured he should do as she asked and slapped her over her clit again. “Like that, baby?”

He let go of her neck and wrapped his arm around her, holding her against his chest.

“I love you,” she mumbled and turned her head to catch his mouth.

He had his beautiful girl flush against his chest, her breast in one hand, the other hand just resting between her legs to feel her wet seeping. She was perfect, just fucking perfect—and his wife! She grabbed his left hand, and he felt her fingers playing with his gold band. With his tongue in her mouth, he felt his balls clenching, getting ready, but he wasn't done.

“Say it,” he mumbled against her mouth. “Tell me you're my wife.”

“I'm your wife, baby.”

He pulled out and turned her around, holding her cheeks, looking into her eyes. “You're my Trudy.”

“Forever,” she smiled and lay down, spreading her legs wide. “Always!”

He got on top of her and slid home. “Always.”

Two weeks later, they had the party of the last decade of the century to celebrate their wedding. The title of the party was Laurie's idea. It wasn't just to celebrate the wedding, it was a good luck party for Riot Act, too, since they were going away for a bunch of festivals and smaller gigs all through the summer.

Trudy hated big parties where she was the center of attention, he knew she did, so he took her out to the back before midnight and fucked her against the garage wall.

“You might just have ruined the orgy coming up later,” she muttered once they were done.

“I don't think there's going to be an orgy
,” he said while he zipped up his jeans.

“I know, but I'm hoping that's what this will lead to, and now I have semen running down my thighs.”

“It washes off,” he laughed and gave her a kiss.

“Yeah, but it leaves this weird coating on the skin no matter what you do.”

She was obviously still a bit sulky, and he took her hand to stop her when she headed back towards the house.

“Wanna hang out here with me for a while? I'm sure
Jane will come and get us if they start something inside.”

“You really think they will start something?”
             

“No, I don't.” They might have friends who wouldn't mind a
group fuck, but far from all of them, and even fewer would be up for an actual orgy—he wasn't even sure he was. He sat down on the ground, and she got down next to him. “This really just is to celebrate us.”

“I know,” she muttered. “It's nice, I guess, but... It just stresses me.”

“You should see the tantric sex chair they got us. Think we'll have a lot of fun on it.”

“I saw it, and we will,” she confirmed. She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Think you'll keep up with this touring?”

“No idea,” he said with a shrug. “Not sure how long they'll be able keep going like this. Although it does seem to be taking off.”

He'd been shocked when he came back to Seattle in April; it hadn't even felt like his old town anymore. There were music journalists all over the fucking place. Some dude had shoved a mic in his face and asked him why he wore flannel and torn up jeans. How the fuck did you answer that question? They'd also asked if his beard and long hair was a statement.
A fucking statement? What a fucking joke! Trudy had pulled him away, since she'd sensed he was about to deck the fucking wuss holding the microphone.

“If you're not doing that, and you're going to stop with the pot if we have kids, then what are you gonna do?”

“The garage,” he shrugged. He'd been working at a garage now and then since he was sixteen; he was sure he'd get a job again if he wanted it. “It'll be enough to support us. At least for a while, and we have a lot of savings.”

“Maybe I should try to find a proper job, too.”

“Don't have to. You're selling a lot of paintings.” He kissed her hair. “Do what you want. We're fine for now and for years ahead. No need to hurry. I can take care of my wife.”

He wouldn't force her to work, and he'd make damn sure he could always take care of her. If she wanted to stay at home with any future kids, she would be allowed to. It wouldn't be a problem. They had enough seed money to pay for the house for years if needed.

They sat there for over an hour, talking, planning, thinking about what was in front of them. Like they often did, and he loved planning with Trudy. It was everything from the color of the walls in a room to where they'd be in ten years.

“Thought I'd find you two lovebirds here,” Jane said as she rounded the corner of the garage. She sat down next to Sisco. “I hope I get to play with you guys on that tantric chair.”

“If you get everyone to go home soon, we'll play tonight,” Trudy suggested, obviously fed up with the people crowding their home.

“Okay.” Jane stood up. “Give me thirty minutes, and I'll even make sure they've cleaned up before they leave.”

“You're a true friend!” Trudy yelled after her as she left.

An hour later
, he was on his back in the chair with Jane and Trudy playing with his dick. He pulled Trudy up on his chest, with her back towards him, and slid inside. Jane immediately caught on, got down between Trudy's spread legs, and started giving her head while he fucked her. Trudy loved that, always had, and it didn't take her long to come.

Jane got up on top of both of them, giving Trudy a deep kiss. “Mind if I borrow your husband's cock?”

“No,” Trudy said and got off him. “Turn around, baby.”

That way, he was lying on the lower end of the chair, and he had a feeling he knew why she wanted that. Once the condom was on his dick, along with Jane, he was pleased to see he'd been right. Trudy carefully sat on his face, and he grabbed on to her thighs to make sure she stayed there. This was one of his favorites, getting fucked while giving head, and these two girls knew it. They'd stay on him until all three had reached climax, and they'd done this enough to be able to time it. He felt Jane cramping around him as his balls started to get ready, and at the same time Trudy was starting to leak profusely over his face.

“I'm there,” Jane panted. “You with me, Trudy?”

“Yes!” she said, and Sisco felt her thighs starting to almost vibrate. “I'm there!”

Both girls screamed as they came, and he would've too if it hadn't been for the pussy covering his mouth.

Jane left them on the tantric chair. Him on his back, and Trudy resting on his chest. She gave him a kiss before leaving.

“You taste great,” she mumbled after licking Trudy's juices from around his lips, and then she gave Trudy a kiss, too. “Love you, girl. Take care of your man.”

“I will,” Trudy answered and stroked Jane's hair. “I'll see you soon.”

“I like this chair,” he said when Jane was gone.

“Me too. I'm gonna want to use it with just you, too. There was a little pamphlet showing different positions included. Some of them looked awesome!”

“We'll use it again. Don't worry about it.”

“This is really comfy. Is it okay if I fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” he said and started stroking her hair. “I'll carry you to bed.”

He sat there and listened to her, his wife, fall asleep on his chest. He kept stroking her hair, playing with it and running it between his fingers, then he let go and drew his fingertips along her spine, which made her hum in her sleep and hug him closer. When he was sure she was sleeping, he stood up and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He put on a pair of jeans he found on the floor and went out on the balcony for a smoke.

He liked sitting
there, knowing she was sleeping in the room behind him. Looking down at his left hand, he started spinning his wedding band. Enjoying that he had it there to remind him of his girl. His wife.

CHAPTER SEVEN:

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Present day, Greenville, Arizona

LISA, BEAR'S OLDEST DAUGHTER,
wasn't the kind of person you missed when she walked into a room. She was noticed whenever she was around, and she'd always been like that. She tended to even outshine Mitch, who was usually pretty fucking noticeable.

She'd come back to live in Arizona while she worked on a study about antibiotics, and the first thing Sisco'd noticed was that she'd cut off her hair. She'd only done that once before, and seeing her with short hair brought back some... disturbing memories.

Years earlier, Lisa'd called him in the middle of the night, bawling her eyes out, saying she couldn't get ahold of Bear. He'd been away on a run, and when Sisco'd told her that, she'd asked him to pick her up, and he'd done it.

She'd been eighteen, almost nineteen, at the time and drunk as a skunk, and he'd brought her to the clubhouse to let her sleep it off. Unfortunately he'd started drinking while he listened to her sob story, and had gotten pretty fucking drunk, too. She'd been crying about some guy who'd dumped her, basically left her in the middle of Phoenix. Sisco wasn't good with crying women. The only woman he'd been able to stand when she was crying was Trudy, so he'd gone with his gut reaction and had kissed her. And she'd responded, and they'd ended up in bed. To keep her from crying, he'd fucked her for hours. It had been great, until he'd sobered up and realized what he'd done.

Bear would've killed him if he'd found out. There wouldn't have been any fight in the ring, no fistfight in the clubhouse, either. Bear would've simply pulled his gun and put a bullet in Sisco's head.

Luckily, Lisa had known that as well. While panicking about getting home in the morning, she'd promised him she'd never tell anyone if he promised the same thing. Then she'd climbed out the window. The next day, she'd shown up at the clubhouse with her hair cut off. Normally, he'd probably have thought that she looked cute with short hair, because she did, but all he'd been able to think about was that he'd fucked a brother's daughter—he hadn't been able to even look at her.