The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (34 page)

“Let’s get this outta the way before I spend the next hour eatin’ your pussy.”

Oh. God. Yes
.

Big’s hand inches to the top of my shorts and shoots down the back, his fingers instantly running through my wetness. Holy fuck! My toes curl, and I let out a wanton whimper.

Slowly, he licks his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“Yes,” I breathe closing my eyes with ecstasy, as his fingers part my lips and glide from my core to my asshole and back down again, where he circles my entrance. It clenches its need just as he nudges his finger a fraction inside. I shudder, exhaling a shaky breath.
Fuck, he feels amazing.

“No, Sugar Tits, look me in the eye,” he orders and I comply, prying my eyes open, lids heavy.

He continues, “That’s it, my love. Keep ‘em on me.”

I nod, chewing my inner cheek. He stills his fingers at my core.

“Other than the bitch at the clubhouse that you saw, I ain’t touched anyone else but you,” he explains.

I open my mouth to ask him about the run, but quickly shut up when he continues, “On the run I was taken to a room with some of the brothers and a coupla whores. Not gonna lie. I had a bitch tryin’ to get me to fuck her. Rubbed her tits on my arm, bent her pussy over in front of me, and tried grinding her ass on my dick.”

I wince at the thought. What a desperate fucking whore.

“Hey, don’t,” he commands and kisses my tense forehead. I try to relax and he keeps on. “I told her to fuck off, and if she knew what was best for her, she’d fuck somebody else and stop messin’ with me.”

“Did that work?” I murmur, praying that I’m gonna like what he has to say next. Just the thought of some bitch trying that hard has me seeing red. Who in the hell does she think she is touching what’s mine.

He shakes his head, “Unfortunately, no. She was pullin’ out all her best moves. Pathetic as hell. Ended up grabbin’ her arm and tossin’ her to Mick. He took care of things after that. Micked her and banged her ass in front of all of us.”

Whoa, I didn’t see that coming. Mickey never does that in front of them. Like ever. Hum…

“What’d Gypsy do?” I have to ask since he and Mickey are pretty much inseparable. Though I don’t think they fuck the same chicks. Pretty sure Gypsy doesn’t fuck anything. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the man’s a eunuch.

“Stood and watched like the rest of us,” Big replies.

That doesn’t exactly surprise me, but it’s still sick as hell. Drugging a woman and fucking her asshole in front of the brothers. I know Mickey has some serious demons but most of them are concealed behind closed doors. This is strange, even for him.

“And Mickey was cool with fuckin’ the woman in front of ya?” I know I shouldn’t ask, since it’s none of my business, but my mind can’t seem to process correctly. It’s not adding up.

“He was pumped from an earlier fight, needed to let off some steam. Don’t think he gave a fuck where he dipped his dick as long as he got off.”

Big’s finger jolts at my core, sliding in just a little more and breaking me from my thoughts. “Babe, you’re thinkin’ too damn much. Mickey’s shit is his own business. Don’t be addin’ him to your list of people to talk to. He’s whole, I promise ya. Don’t press him about this. Especially since I shouldn’t have even told ya. You know the rules.”

Yes, I know them. And he’s right, I need to stop thinking about it. They’re grown men, and can handle their own shit. All that matters is Big didn’t touch the woman. That’s a major relief. But what about the blonde that Brew mentioned?

I assess Big’s face, reading him. He seems level. Content. Happy even.

“What about—” I start, only to be cut off when Big interrupts me.

“What about the blonde?” he presses, and I nod, wondering how in the hell he knew what I was about to ask. Sometimes it’s crazy how well he knows me.

“Short version… diner, busty blonde who digs bikers saw my cut and hit on me. I ignored her and got up to take a piss. The bitch followed me to the bathroom. That’s what Brew saw. Only he didn’t see me be an asshole to her. Pretty sure he thought I got blowed by her ‘cause my face was red when I came back, and I threw a hundred on the counter. Then I told the brothers it was time to roll out,” Big explains levelly.

“Then what did happen?” I prompt.

“Ya sure ya wanna know?”

Damn, that doesn’t sound good.

I nod hesitantly.

“The blonde followed me into the bathroom, yapping about how she always wanted to fuck a biker. Pretty sure she was hopped up on somethin’ or drunk. Didn’t care. I took a piss, blowin’ her off. Just as I’m zippin’ my fly, I feel a hand on my ass. That’s when things didn’t go too well for her.”

Uh-oh.

“Please tell me you didn’t hit her,” I all but shout.

Big hugs me closer and kisses my forehead once again, as his finger pulls out and swirls around my wet entrance. “I didn’t hit her,” he mutters to my forehead.

I blow out the grateful breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“But I did push her against the wall and put my gun to her forehead.”

He did what!?

“You did what?!” I screech, jerking in his embrace. His fingers in my hair tighten as he forces my eyes to stay with his, keeping me rooted in place.

“You were pissed at me. I was missin’ you. Some bitch touched me without my consent. I saw red and pulled my gun,” he shrugs likes it’s no big deal. “Told her the only blonde that I could ever fuck was my old lady, and if she was smart she’d never cross a Sacred Sinner again. And if she did, the next time I’d aim the gun between her legs before I pulled the fuckin’ trigger.”

Oh my motherfucking Christ! I can’t believe he did that and to a woman of all people.

“I can’t believe you did that!”

“Well she shouldn’t have followed me into the bathroom and touched my ass,” he shoots back.

He’s right but still…

“That’s…” I fumble over my thoughts and words as they travel a million miles an hour through my brain. Today is full of a fuckload of surprises, that’s for damn sure. But this pretty much tips the scale.

“That’s what? Good? That better be what you’re about to say. ‘Cause I made that bitch cry and beg for her life.”

Of course he did. The woman just wanted to ride a sexy as hell biker. Not get killed. What’s wrong with him?

“Why would you do that?”

“I was feelin’ pretty fuckin’ raw. I’d just left my old lady after I fucked up, not knownin’ if she was gonna be here when I got back. Didn’t know, babe, if you were gonna leave me. I rode for days, and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ what I was gonna do if you decided to skip out for good this time. Or if you were gonna end up in bed with Deke. That shit ate at me, day and night. Then you get kidnapped, and it made everythin’ worse.”

Leave him? End up in bed with Deke? What. The. Hell?

“With Deke?” I question dumbfounded.

“Yeah, with Deke,” he jerks his chin in affirmation. “He’s in love with you, and you’re fond of him too. You two gotta bond, and he’s a helluva lot nicer than me. Younger too.”

“He’s not in love with me,” I argue because it’s true. He’s not. He’s infatuated. That’s it. Don’t you agree? You have to agree. Deke’s great. But he’s not in love with me. Right?

“Yeah. He is. I can’t blame him, but I don’t like it neither.”

What is that supposed to mean?

I fumble over words trying to think of something to say without blowing up on him.

“Nope,” Big interrupts my thoughts. “This is done. Stop thinkin’. We’ve covered what we need to cover. Now I’m gonna take my old lady to bed, and lick her pussy till she can no longer think about anythin’ but her old man and bein’ in his arms.”

No way! We haven’t even covered everything else I need to know. We have to talk about my sister and about Deke. He opened that box. We can’t just stop in the middle of this conversation. I have to talk to him about this. He has to know that I love him, and Deke is just a friend.

Slipping his hand from of the back of my shorts, Big grabs my ass and sharply tugs my hair. I scowl at him and try to break from his hold by pushing on his chest. It does me no good; he’s too strong. And to make matters worse, he curls his massive body around mine. Shit, he’s gotta stop this. I’m not done talking.

“Big,” I open my mouth to reason with him. I’m quickly silenced when Big’s mouth crashes to mine, and his tongue thrusts hungrily into my mouth, claiming it.

Oh god.

Without thinking, I slide my arms around his neck seeking more. Big groans to my mouth. Whipping and slashing, our tongues battle. Fevered moans erupt as our breathing grows ragged. My body rubs against his, and my nipples graze his naked skin through my shirt. I become lightheaded, sucked under his spell.

Big’s hand leaves my hair and glides down to cup my other ass cheek. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, curling around my belly to keep Harley safe. His erection nestles itself between my thighs, and I grind myself to it.

On a heated growl, Big tears his lips from mine, and I cry out from the loss. I need more. He can’t stop kissing me. Not now.

“In the shed or our bed?” he pants.

My eyes quickly scan the room. I want him now. I need his mouth on me now. Not in here. I’m done with this place. We’re moving forward, and we need our bed to consummate that.

“Bed,” I affirm.

Big doesn’t waste any time when he strides naked with a purpose out of the shed and headed toward the clubhouse. The yard is clear. The brothers left us alone. Thank god.

“We gotta use the clubhouse. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you,” he explains stopping at the backdoor. I unlatch from his neck and pull it open. He shoves it the rest of the way open with his foot and goes inside, headed straight for his bedroom.

We pass Gunz on our way through the hall, and neither of us acknowledge him. We stop at Big’s bedroom door and he looks to me, “No more shit, babe. This is it for us. Goin’ in there means we are puttin’ the past behind us. You love me, I love you, you’re now my old lady, and after our daughter comes, I’m gonna marry you. Yeah?”

Yes! Yes! Yes! I agree to all of it. I don’t care about anything else at this point. He’s it for me, and the rest is just gonna have to work itself out.

I place a soft lingering kiss to his lips. “Yeah,” I mutter.

With a devastatingly beautiful grin and glistening eyes, Big growls and lets us into his bedroom to wash away our past and start fresh. I’ve found my soulmate and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proving that to him.

“Are ya ready for this, Sugar Tits?” Big leans in from behind and curls his arms around my middle, palms flat on my overstretched belly. He can barely fit his arms around me anymore; I’ve simply gotten too fat. Or I think I have. He thinks it’s adorable. All of it from my recent late-night snacking that I can’t seem to help, to my duck waddling, to me needing him to help me get up from all furniture. And my newest thing, which is using Pretzel as a footrest. He seems to enjoy it too, since my toes offer him constant attention, putting him in doggy heaven.

Alright...I’m sure you’re sitting there asking yourself where are we at in your story, Bink? And why in the hell did you cut us off? I wanted more… Are you nodding right now? ...Thought so…

Right now, I want to welcome you to my baby shower. Yes, you heard right, I’m having a baby shower. As of right now I’m three weeks from my due date and my Sacred Sisters planned this shindig with the help of Grandpa Gunz and Daddy Big, of course. That’s why this party isn’t what you’d call a
typical
baby shower. First of all, all of the brothers are in attendance, including Blimp who returned home three days ago. Evidently we have a whole new chapter in the south to be patched over, after Harley makes her grand entrance. That’s when Big will have the time to sign the documents for such an important change since he refuses to leave me until after she’s born. He doesn’t wanna miss out on her birth. Can’t blame him for that. I don’t want him to miss it either.

We also have in attendance our newest patched brother, White Boy. Big and the brothers all decided it was time to bring him into the fold since they’ve gotten themselves another prospect to push around. Can you guess who it might be? Did you guess Malcolm? Probably not. I wouldn’t have thought so either. After a long discussion with me and with Malcolm, Big and the brothers decided to give the man a second chance, following his well-deserved beat down. He now has a job at the auto shop as a detailer, and they’ve voted him in as a Sacred Sinners prospect, with the stipulation he gave up the drug business. Today, he’s here and wearing his new cut proudly. As am I. Even though mine barely fits.

Standing in the clubhouse’s backyard, barefoot, I squish my toes into the fresh green grass as my fuchsia maternity dress brushes my knees. I snuggle my body further into Big and grab his hands to bring them up to my lips. I kiss them both before I fold our hands together and pull his arms tighter around my chest to keep him close and envelope myself in his calming scent. The scent that always leaves me both happy and horny. The perfect combination.

It’s a beautiful day out today. It’s warm and crisp, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. The backyard has been turned into some sort of baby shower picnic. Our garage sale tables line the wall, filled with delicious foods and covered in a hot pink table cloth. Even the picnic tables have been covered in the same hot pink plastic and have cute black and pink baby decorations situated in the middle. Luckily, the only thing I did for this party was bake my cookies. Can’t have any party without them. I must say the sisters really tried to turn this backyard into a real baby shower, and they’ve done a damn good job. It’s adorable.

The brothers who’ve graciously participated in today’s party, with a bit of Jezebel, Deke and Gunz persuasion, are all gathered around corn hole boards or shootin’ the shit with a beer in their hands. Except Big, because he’s with me. He’s refusing to leave my side or drink. I’ve tried to convince him to go hang with his brothers. He won’t though. Pretty sure he’s too worried about what’s to come. Or who, is more like it.

Jezebel and Beth head our way, talking animatedly as they do. They stop chatting once they reach us and give Big and I warm smiles, while wearing their matching t-shirts. Did I fail to mention that all of the sisters are wearing ‘
This is what the World’s Greatest Aunt looks like
’ t-shirts in their choice of color? Well, they are, courtesy of Pix, who’s in black. Jez’s is in purple. Beth’s is in a light blue and the rest of the sisters look like a rainbow as they flit about the yard in their bright t-shirts and
property of
cuts.

“Hey, Big, Bink,” Jez nods to him, then to me, “what cha think?” She throws her arms wide, gesturing to the backyard.

Big chuckles and kisses the side of my head, hugging me tighter, “Looks good. Don’t it, Babe?”

“Yeah, Jez, it does look real nice. Thanks to you sisters for doin’ it.” I smile genuinely at them both and turn my focus on Beth, “And thanks a lot, Beth, for comin’. I know you and Runner are kinda on the outs. Can’t be easy bein’ around him. If I was allowed to, I would have uninvited him.”

Which is true, all of it. I wanted her to come. I even asked Big if I could tell Runner to go fly a kite, so she could attend and not have to deal with him. Big said I was more than welcome to invite Beth. Unfortunately, Big put his giant size thirteen foot down, and said Runner was still going to be attending since he’s family. As far as I’m concerned, he’s not my family. I can’t stand the man. Although, I’m learning that when the
big man
puts his foot down, I have to go with it and try not to complain or give him the silent treatment. I’m working on it, even though I fucking hate it. I’d just prefer things go my way all the damn time. He’s fair though, so I win sometimes. Just not in this case.

Big grumbles into my hair, obviously not liking what I said. Beth gives me one of her soft sweet smiles, “Bink, really, it’s no trouble. I’m happy to be here. You and the girls are the only real friends I’ve got. And don’t worry, he’s been avoiding me since I got here.”

I scan the yard for Runner and just as I thought, he’s standing next to Gypsy, staring right at us. Or Beth, is more like it. That man is head over heels. Too bad he’s a douche who doesn’t deserve her. Want the skinny on that little relationship while Big carries on some conversation with Jez and Beth about how nice of a job they did? He’s gushing with pride, and they’re eating it up. I think I can take a short recess to give ya the deets. You game?

About a week and a half ago Beth dropped by unannounced during one of the clubhouses parties. I got a text from White Boy as soon as he’d let her through the gate. So I strolled up to Big, who was playing pool with Mickey at the time and gave him a peck on the cheek before I explained in his ear, “Beth’s here. Gonna go out front and get her.”

Big turned his head with a devilish grin, slid his freehand through the side of my hair to hold me in place, and brought his lips down upon mine with the hunger of a thousand men. His tongue ravished me, leaving me breathless and my lips deliciously sore before he pulled away with a growl.

“Go get your friend,” he ordered breathlessly and grabbed his dick as it tried to punch a hole through the front of his jeans. Then he leaned in to dust a kiss across my lips, “Ya see what ya do to me?” he breathed to my mouth.

“I’m always hard when you’re around,” he moved in and softly nipped my bottom lip. “Don’t take long.” His hand left his cock to palm my ass and he squeezed it hard. “I want ya back here in ten. Then I’m gonna have your pussy ridin’ my face in twenty. Ya got me?”

Oh, I got him alright. I nodded my understanding with a dry mouth and a wet pussy. I was ready to fulfill that face riding right there on that pool table, if he would have let me. I did have on a dress, after all.

Reluctantly, I left Big to head outside and meet with Beth, who was just getting out of her car when I arrived.

“How goes it?” I greeted her with a sisterly one-armed hug.

“Exhausted, but doing pretty good,” she explained as we broke our embrace and headed to the entrance of the clubhouse.

Inside, we socialized with the sisters for a few moments, saying hellos and having small talk before Beth turned to me and asked to see Runner. I didn’t know where he’d gone so I grabbed her hand, led her to the hall, and back to his bedroom. We didn’t even have to knock to know that he was inside. The noises of him and another woman fucking told us all that we needed to know.

Beth immediately started to breakdown, thanks to Runner’s vivacious grunts and a whore’s fake moans. I consoled her in my arms as I guided her into the kitchen where I made her sit down on a stool while I got out some bowls for us to have ice cream. I know ice cream’s always soothed me when I’m upset. Figured it was a woman thing, so I went with it and dished us out two bowlfuls of Rocky Road. Then I sat down on the stool next to her.

Half way through her dish of Rocky Road, her tears had dried up. “I just let him touch my breasts yesterday,” she sniffled, and my heart ached for her. She really did like him, and sadly, I knew he felt the same for her.

I threw an arm over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll pray real hard tonight that his dick shrivels up and falls off.”

My joke made her laugh, which lightened her mood a bit.

After our ice cream, I escorted her to Big’s office bathroom to freshen up before we rejoined the party. We said our hellos to Big, and I explained to him what happened. Needless to say, he felt sorry for Beth and gave my ass a pat and my lips a sexy kiss before letting me do my sisterly duty to keep Beth from turning blue. He’s a sweetheart like that.

Later that night after he’d finished his fucking, Runner spotted Beth in the common room and approached her. She’d already had a bit too much to drink by then. I was keeping an eye on her as I continued serving her the fruity concoctions that Brew was mixing behind the bar. Between the alcohol and the sisters, she seemed to be having a decent time until Runner went and ruined it all.
The bastard.

“Frick. You,” were her first words to Runner, which were soon followed by, “Get your grubby paws off me,” when he tried to put an arm around her.

Then came my personal favorite, “I never want to see your stupid face again! I hope you enjoy loose women! My virginity will never be given to the likes of you!”

Now that made his mouth drop open in surprise, along with half of the common room who heard her drunken outburst. It was then I realized Beth had never told Runner her secret. He probably just thought she was inexperienced, not that she was a thirty-something virgin.

The blowout was followed by an assload of open groveling by Runner and yelling by Beth. Runner was then escorted by Big and Viper to his room, as I, and the other sisters, consoled a pissed off Beth. She was in the midst of crying through her rage, as she sat Indian style on the common room floor with a drink in her hand, blubbering about how much she “hated his stinkin’ guts.” It all felt like an adult episode of Little Rascals mixed with a healthy dose of The Jerry Springer Show. In other words, totally fucked up, yet entertaining. For a fleeting moment I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how everyone viewed Big and I’s epic showdowns. It wouldn’t surprise me if they did.

Much later, Beth, now unable to walk from being too damn tanked, was carried by Deke to my clubhouse bedroom. I put her to bed and left a glass of water, some Tylenol, and a trash bin next to the bed before I left her to sleep it off. The next morning she was gone before I woke up. She’d left a note apologizing for what happened, and we’ve been in constant contact since. Which is how I know there is officially no more Runner-Beth potential relationship. Kind of sucks for her and really fucking sucks for him; she’s the best he’s ever going to get and then some.

Debbie and Candy Cane, along with Pix, join our little group just as I dial back into Big saying, “I’m bein’ real. You’ve made this a special day for my old lady, and for that I’m really fuckin’ grateful.”

Beth seems considerably awestruck that Big has directly spoken this much to her. Jez appears to have taken his compliments in stride when she replies coolly, “It’s nothing, Big… really. Bink woulda done the same for any of us.”

She’s right, I definitely would. Dixie’s due in a few months, and I’m sure I will head up the baby shower for her. With the help of the Sacred Sisters, of course.

The conversations carry on among the group of us, talking baby stuff, baby names, and my alternative birth plan, which has Big freaking the fuck out. When I told him I wanted an at home water birth he thought I’d lost my mind. Not that he’s a fan of hospitals, he’s not, but birthing a baby outside of one comes with risks. However, after he spoke to my midwife, he’s come to terms with my choice. No meds, water birth at home, and if it all goes as planned, he will be in the water with me. That is, if he can handle the sights and sounds of a woman pushing a watermelon out of her cooch without the assistance of pain killers. I’m not worried about me getting through it. I’m worried about him. The man freaks when I go through ten minutes of Braxton Hicks; imagine how he’s going to be when the real contractions start.