Taking Whatever He Wants: The Cline Brothers of Colorado (8 page)

Life was going great. Sonya was getting on well with everyone and every night after work we’d fuck until we knocked out. Six months since we met and I missed her like crazy. She was only at Brent’s, but I always missed her.

There was a request for an oil change today. It was February and there was a foot of snow on the ground. The weather wasn’t conducive to it, but when you needed it done, you needed it done. I didn’t like the look of the guy, but I didn’t say no.

“So it’s going to be about twenty minutes. You can have a seat in the waiting area and have something to drink.”

“Thanks.” The way he was looking at me had me nervous. I was glad I sent Sonya over to Brent’s with Alana, who was just as pregnant as her. They were both six months and growing bigger every day. I wasn’t going to tell her that and I was certain Brent wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell Alana that. Half the guys were on their day off and the others were out towing stranded vehicles. The emergency vehicles were helping with a lot of the stranded tourists, but they needed us as well.

I was currently at the shop alone, but I didn’t think anything of it. I was six foot eight and a gun carrying bastard. Gathering the shit I needed to change the oil, I pressed the lift for the car. I raised it to the level I needed and got to work. I was almost done when I heard some noise.

“Shane?” Sonya called out. I hopped out from under the car and looked for her.

“Over here, in oil change,” I answered, moving quickly. I didn’t know what she was doing here, but I didn’t want that creepy guy anywhere near her. The clicking of her boots could be heard in the open space. I was about ten feet from her when I saw him pull her to him.

“Let her go, I’ll give you any money you want.”

“I don’t want money; I want what she owes me.” He pulled her close with a gun to her belly, then he licked her face. He was a dead man. A fucking dead man. I already had my gun in my waistband ready to whip it out and blow his head off. Stay calm.

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t let him hurt you.”

“You took what belongs to me, grease monkey. She’s mine.”

“Over my dead body,” I snarled at him. I saw Jack and a plan came to mind.

“Baby, morning wakeups,” I said calmly with her eyes she looked down and I nodded. Then I turned my head to the door where Jack was walking towards. It caught his attention and he saw Jack. That was when Sonya dropped to her knees and I took my shot. Hitting that fucker dead in his chest. He dropped and Sonya and I ran to each other. Jack burst through the door with his gun, having no clue what was going on but ready to roll anyway.

I grabbed her face and asked, “Baby, are you hurt?”

“No, Shane. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault,” she cried into my chest.

“Calm down, Sonya. Baby, you need to calm down. Think about the babies.” She loved them, so I know she’d do anything for our babies. She quieted her sobs.

I heard Jack kicking the fuck on the ground then he shook his head at me. Then he called the police.

“Sonya, tell me you’re okay. Come on, let’s get you off the ground. It’s too cold.”

She nodded, letting me help her up. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Why would I leave you?” I didn’t understand where she was going with this.

“He came here for me.”

“Was he an ex-boyfriend?” I growled thinking about him kissing her.

“No. He was my old roommate.”

“Babe, just relax okay?”

“Okay.” She continued to cry into my chest.

The cops showed up ten minutes later with an ambulance. Not that they needed it now. It wasn’t as chaotic as I expected. Sheriff White showed up with his men and saw the pool of blood around the body.

“Damn, we wouldn’t have rushed over here if we’d known the fucker was dead, Cline,” Sheriff White said.

“Well, I didn’t talk to you or I would have said take your time and fuck it, just walk here.”

“So what happened? The dispatcher just said someone was shot here.”

“Thanks for rushing then. I would have been dead.”

“She said an intruder was shot.”

“He claimed that he needed an oil change and that his car was making noises and since he was leaving back home to Chicago tomorrow, he needed it done before his car broke down. I was almost done changing it when Sonya came back. Just as she came over here, he grabbed her and threatened to take what she owed him. This fuck came here to take my wife away,” I roared angrily.

“Do you know him, Mrs. Cline.”

“She said he was her former roommate,” I answered.

“He was my roommate. When I moved here, we had a fight. He thought that I should sleep with him. I told him no and he got aggressive with me.”

“Aggressive?” I asked. I knew he didn’t fuck her, but then it dawned on me, her wrist. That day at the bar I saw her bruised wrist and ignored it. “Your wrist?”

“How did you know?”

“I saw it when you handed me the beer.”

“So, is there anything else you can tell us?”

“I left without most of my things, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him over six months.”

“Did you report the incident?”

“No. I just let it go. He only grabbed my wrist hard. It wasn’t worth pressing charges or going through something just to have the cops brush it off. I was leaving town anyway.”

“That would make sense. Where were you and he from?”

“Chicago.”

“Oh, you’re right. They have enough issues on their hands.”

“Yeah, but if he’d done more like he tried tonight then it would have caught their attention,” I snipped angrily.

“Shane, you know well and good that it was still serious, but when you have an overtaxed police department and enough criminals with guns, a twist of the wrist won’t be on their radar.”

“I know, but she’s my wife.”

“Yes, and you saved her life,” Sheriff White said. There wasn’t going to be much investigation into my shooting; he came onto my property and I felt threatened, making deadly force necessary and legal. I wanted to feel bad for shooting him, but he held a gun to my entire future; my wife and kids. A quick death was the best he could have hoped for. There were plenty of tools in the shop that would have caused slow and excruciating pain.

“We’re going to need you to lower the vehicle so we can examine it.”

“Okay,” I said. I was starting to walk that way when Jack waved me off and did it himself. The car lowered and that’s when we heard a noise come from the truck. It was a cry.

I popped the trunk and inside was a young woman. She had to have been a teenager.

“Medics! Over here!” I called out. They rushed over and gently took her out of the trunk. She was badly beaten. We had no idea who she was, but she was in need of a doctor. Her eyes caught sight of the body on the ground. He hadn’t been covered up yet, because the police were still taking customary pictures.

“He’s dead,” she croaked out. When we said yes, she smiled so brightly before being lowered onto the stretcher.

“You’re going to be alright. I promise,” Jack said softly to her, wiping the hair out of her eyes.

“Don’t leave me,” she said to him. He looked at me, hoping I could tell him the right thing to do. As a gentleman that my momma raised I would say go with her, but as a friend well I’d say go with. That was what the poor girl needed. I nodded my head and he followed the EMTs out into the night.

It took another three hours to get everything cleaned up and removed from my shop. The FBI even made an appearance because the girl had been kidnapped from her home in Chicago.

Two babies. We had two more babies coming soon. We were going to have six kids. Two of them were starting school this year and the other two were still in diapers. She was already six months and exhausted. I think I was put on punishment until I figured out how not to get my wife pregnant. Birth control hadn’t worked. She knew that she couldn’t resist me for long, so I think after this next set she’s getting her stuff fixed. I wanted to get snipped for her, but we’re super busy at the shop, and well, she’s worried that it may make it hard for me to work.

I felt for her because we had a daycare going in the garage. In fact, I had our old apartment above the garage turned into one. Two of our wives would watch the kids while the other two would handle the office duties for us. Over the past six years, the company has grown and employees have come and gone. The only two originals are now my two partners Jack and Danny. They’ve managed to help me expand this place so I made them partial owners in the business. We have twenty-five people working for us, four happen to be our wives. Although we try not to make the ladies work too much. They collectively work around three days a week.

“Shane, can you please come upstairs for a minute?” she asked. I was getting ready for work by making my vat of coffee. We had bought a three floor home with seven bedrooms after the first set of twins were born and my bikes took off. Just after the attack by Mike Duval, the press had a field day and that was the best marketing a man could get. Someone saw our bikes and then another reporter wanted an interview. Two weeks later when the program aired, our phones rang off the hook. We were always booked up with new projects. Since then, all the newer guys handle the car repairs and tows while Danny, Jack and I deal with the bike orders.

“Coming, baby,” I said.

“I know you were about to head into the shop, but I need a hand. The boys pooped at the same time,” she sobbed. It had been a rough week for her. Her belly was growing fast and she needed help.

“Sonya, baby, don’t cry.” I hugged her to me. “Let me get them and you put your feet up.”

Shit. I needed to take care of my woman today. She was emotionally drained and needed me more than the shop did. First things first, I needed to check in on our little animals. They were two years old and a handful. With the big ones playing in their room, I rustled up the boys and changed their stinky asses. After that was all set, I left them in their play pens and went to call Jack.

“Hey, boss. What’s up?”

“I need to take the day off. You were right, Sonya’s tired.”

“It wasn’t me. I still haven’t figured out my wife, but she’s the one who told me that Sonya was having a hard time but was too hardheaded to tell you.”

“I know she feels like that it’s her job to do the mom thing all by herself. When I work late, she doesn’t complain.”

“Yeah, but the poor woman is getting rounder every day.”

“I know. She couldn’t see her feet yesterday, so taking care of the little ones has been getting harder. I’m going to call my mom and see if she can lend a hand. Or maybe she can spend some time on the ranch while I’m at the shop.”

“Okay. Well, figure it out and take time off. You only take time off when the babies are born. Even though you’re the boss and technically it’s still your money, you’ve accumulated six weeks of vacation.”

“I’ll take the rest of the week off, okay? Can you handle that?”

“Didn’t I just come back from a vacation last month? You deserve it, man. Take care of that wife of yours.”

“Thanks man.”

I made the boys two sippy cups and let the other two watch cartoons for a while.

Then, I went into the master bathroom and started a nice bubble bath for my wife and my best friend. Walking back into the bedroom, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Shane. I didn’t mean for you to do it all.”

“Do it all, I changed two diapers and made something for them to drink. Sonya, I’m sorry. I should have gone with my gut when I noticed that you were tired. I just let you tell me that it was all fine. You’re not feeling good and I should be taking care of you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Fine, my ass. You were just in tears.”

“I’m emotional, Shane.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I just miss you, Shane. I see you, but it feels like it’s never enough.”

“I know it’s not. I work a lot and I’m sorry. I’m taking the rest of the week off.”

“Shane, it’s only Tuesday.”

“I know and I was rudely reminded that I have plenty of vacation time and I should be spending it with my beautiful wife. So come with me, my blue-eyed bride.” I grabbed her hand and walked her to the bathroom.

“You ran me a bath?”

“Yes,” I replied with a smile.

“I can’t do that. The kids are not napping.”

“Did you hear me ask? I don’t recall doing so. You’re my priority always. The kids are, too, but that’s what I’m here for.” I slowly helped her undress from the tee shirt and shorts she was wearing. It was so early that she hadn’t gotten dressed for the day so there was no bra. I love when she goes braless. Those beauties are perfect. The minute I lifted up her shirt, I sucked her nipple into my mouth like a greedy baby, and like that she was moaning sweetly and my dick got rock hard quick.

“Get in, woman, before I forget about the bath and make you ride me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she replied.

“I never do, baby.”              

I helped her climb into the tub and turned on the jets just softly. She let out a sigh of contentment and I knew I’d made the right move. I wasn’t done yet; I had almost a whole week to pamper her. My mind ran in circles as I started to plan out what I was going to do. Tomorrow was definitely date night. I had to call my parents. We needed some husband/wife time. Something we couldn’t get with all the kids running around.

Sitting at the edge of the tub, I tugged one of her feet out of the water and began to rub. The sounds that erupted from her throat were soft and oh so sexy. Each little moan caused my cock to bob in my jeans. I worked her foot before slowly working up her leg. After these babies, I knew that she had to be sore. Her ankles were swollen with water. My poor, lovely wife.

“This feels too good,” she moaned.

I stopped for a moment, which forced her to open her eyes and look at me. In all seriousness, I said, “It’s the least I could do, my wife. I love you so much. I want to make sure you know it.”

“Oh, Shane, I know it. I never feel unloved. I just miss us.”

“Do you really?” I asked softly, creeping forward; my hand worked its way farther up her thigh until my hand grazed against her tiny hairs. She whimpered, her body aching for more, she arched her back and lifted her hips. Slipping my fingers into her wet pussy, she cried out.

“Shane. Oh…oh…oh my. You and your magic hands.” She purred and moaned, clutching onto the tub as I worked her pussy. I wanted to climb in there with her but this was just for her. Sonya called out my name over and over again. Her body bucking in the water as she came on my hand. Just then, one of my eldest boys called out for me.

“Daddy,” he said again. I jumped up from my perch next to a worried beauty.

“Relax. I’ve got this,” I said, waving off her concern and opened our bathroom door to a curious five-year-old.

“Daddy, is Mommy okay?” he asked nervously.

“Yes she is, little man. You could hear mommy from your room?”

“No, I wanted cereal, but I couldn’t find mommy.”

“Okay, well, mommy is just fine. Give me a minute, and I’ll make you a bowl.”

“Why was mommy screaming for you?” Nosy little boy.

“Because I was tickling her.” I had to think of something quick and he bought it.

“Da-dee did the tickle monster to mommy. I love the tickle monster.” He was all smiles.

“So does your mother,” I coughed out under my breath.

As he walked away, I closed the door and washed my hands.

“I heard what you said,” she accused.

“And?”

“I do love the tickle monster.” She was all smiles, too. Then I realized Dylan had the exact same smile as his mother. After drying my hands, I gave her a peck on the lips.

“Relax, love. It’s morning cartoons with the boys.” I hurried out of the room before Ryan got on the chair. Dylan was the one who asked for things, but Ryan thought he could do it all. The last trip to the ER gave us all a heart attack. He split his head open on the edge of their sink doing crazy acrobats to reach something in their medicine cabinet. He was the wildest parts of me and my brother and Dylan was the gentleman side.

“Hey, Ryan, do you want some cereal, too?”

“I don’t like cereal. Mommy makes me omelets.” He had an attitude like I should know that already. I swear last week was the first time he had omelets at Uncle Will’s house. Now it was a must.

“Well, son, I’m not mommy. So do you want something easy or not?” I wasn’t good at omelets and would probably fuck it up.

“Can I make it myself?” Was he nuts? The boy barely reached to the burners.

“Does your mom let you touch the stove?” I asked harshly.

“Never. Where’s mommy?” Shit, I hoped he didn’t call for Sonya. She needed to rest.

“Relaxing. Now sit down. How do you want your omelet?” Damn. No wonder she was exhausted, making different meals all the time. With school coming, these boys were going to learn a few things. You eat what’s there or you don’t eat. I know she does it because the other boys are two handfuls, but I need to step up or send in the back up. I wished Sonya’s mom wasn’t such a cunt or I’d let her see the kids, but she isn’t and I won’t. The last we heard from them, Ingles got sued for sexual harassment from one of his employees. Her mother and he divorced the next month and she took him to the cleaners. She was working on husband number four in Florida.

“I like it with cheese and ham.”

“Cheese and ham?” I asked.

“Yep, mommy says it’s because I’m going to be tall and strong like you and Uncle Will.”

I laughed because there was no doubt in my mind that they would be as big as us. Even her cousin Brent was tall. “Yes, you will.”

“Dylan, do you want an omelet instead?” I asked, making one already, adding another would be no big deal.

“No, thanks. My cereal is fine.” He sat down and picked up the Springs Gazette.

“Okay.” I looked over at Dylan who was pretending to read the local paper.

“Buddy, can you read that?” I asked, thinking he was going to spout some gibberish.

“Dylan’s really smart, Daddy.” Ryan chimed in for his brother.

“That’s really cool. Anything interesting in there?” I was curious to see what he’d say.

“It says the price of meat is predicted to rise this coming year by two percent. That’s good for Uncle Will, right?”

“Yes, it is. So do you plan on doing my taxes for me this year?”

“Daddy, I can’t do taxes. I’m not old enough to work.” He still had that baby voice that made his pronunciation a little off. It was cute coming from a baby genius at my kitchen table.

I cooked the food, baffled at the life that was happening around me. I needed to be home more. I missed out on so much and I didn’t even know what I was missing. Some rescheduling had to be done and maybe a few more guys or those looking for overtime.

After I made them their food, I went up to check on the little ones. They were only going to be two. There was a huge gap between the two pregnancies. She went on the pill after the first two and, well, one day we wanted more. It didn’t even take two months off those things for her to get pregnant. These last two she was carrying were a surprise. She was still on the pill and everything when she got sick and they ran some basic tests.

“How are my babies?” I asked the youngest set of boys.

“Dada, I want kee,” Ollie said with pursed lips.

“Not right now. Let’s go eat some breakfast. You can have a cookie later.” I took the both of them down and fed them some scrambled eggs with juice. After all that was done, I saw all the dishes. Fuck me. I’d made a mess.

Just then, I heard my lovely wife come down the stairs. In fit of worry, I turned my back to the dishes and hoped she didn’t notice the now over flowing pile I made.

“You made them breakfast? Thanks,”

“Your omelets are better,” Ryan replied quickly.

“That’s why she’s the momma. Boys go wash your hands and play in your room.”

“Why are you standing over there like that?” she asked, looking at me funny. When I didn’t answer, she asked again. I still didn’t respond so she came over.

“What? Can’t I stand like this?” I asked suspiciously.

“What’s wrong? Did they clog the sink again?” She tried to look around me.

“No.”

With a stomp of her foot, she exclaimed, “Come on, Shane. What’s the matter?”

“I didn’t get a chance to do the dishes, so they’re a mess,” I admitted apologetically, stepping away from the filthy sink.

“Big deal. I’m happy that I got to relax in bubbles, take a nice long bath, and you took care of the kids. Can I have a hug now?” she asked.