The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (35 page)

Niki and Dixie soon migrate over to our little group, along with Gunz who doesn’t waste a second to have his greedy hands on my belly, wanting to feel Harley move. Lucky for him she’s been playing soccer in my belly since this morning.

“My girl’s gettin’ big,” Gunz comments, rubbing down and around my dress clad tummy, wearing what I call his ‘grandpa smile.’ It’s the only smile he wears when touching my belly or looking at it - one of pride and soft contentment.

“Yeah, brother, she keeps on growin’,” Big replies proudly, before briefly kissing the side of my head and tickling his finger on the top of my boob. Jerking my butt back, I knock into his legs for him to quit it. He chuckles, amused.

Leaning down, Big’s lips graze the shell of my ear and he whispers, “What’s wrong, Sugar Tits?”

“She’s getting huge, ain’t she, sexy?” I hear Niki say to Gunz, sliding up to him and tucking her hand into the back of his jeans.

I put everyone else on ignore and turn my head to the side. “You were touchin’ my tit,” I mutter to Big, quietly enough that nobody but him can hear me. Thankfully the sisters are too engrossed in some conversation to pay a lick of attention.

His hot breath fans my ear, “How’s come Gunz can touch your watermelon, but I can’t touch the cantaloupes? Doesn’t seem fair.”

Ha-Ha-Ha funny, asshole.

Big’s silly comments are rewarded with another butt to thigh knock. He doesn’t seem to give a fuck when one of his hands detach from mine and he blatantly palms my tit in front of everyone. I squawk my surprise, which quickly turns to fury when I try to break away from him. He doesn’t let me go and Gunz takes a step back to watch us duke it out, as we draw the rest of the yard’s attention.
Shit… not again.

Twisting in his iron hold, I screech, “Get your hand off my tit, asshole, or I’m gonna cut the fucker off!”

Big laughs heartily and shifts to cover my other tit with his other monstrous hand. I try to slap it away, no such luck. “Babe, if I wanna hold my old lady’s tits, I’m gonna hold ‘em.”

The hell he is!

Wrapping my fingers around his thick wrists, I dig my nails in as I thump my ass into his thighs repeatedly in a feeble attempt to break free. It fails, and I soon grow tired from fighting him. So I don’t. I lean into him, and let him do what he wishes. Nobody else seems to care that he’s groping me. Except me. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, since we are standing in front of my entire family and this is Big we’re talking about—Control freak extraordinaire.

Guess you if can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

I sigh in defeat, and Big squeezes my breasts, thankfully avoiding my nipples. They’ve grown extra sensitive as of late. Now it doesn’t take but a little brush of his finger to have me moaning. Yesterday morning in the shower, even the water hitting them had me panting and grinding my teeth in pleasure. Big heard my heavy breathing and came in to see if I was alright. He thought I was in labor. I wasn’t, but I was so fucking horny my legs were trembling. Being such a sweetheart, Big dried me off then carried me into our bedroom, sat me on the edge of our dresser and ate my pussy until I had to beg him to stop. Even then, he forced me to come another two times. Afterward, he helped me down and dressed me because I was barely able to function. He’d turned my brain to happy, sated mush.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” He continues his gentle massage.

I guess he’s right; it’s not so bad. It kind of feels good, actually. With all the swelling, they do ache sometimes. Maybe I overreacted, but I’m not gonna admit that, except to you.

Malcolm approaches, beer in hand, and stops next to Gunz. “Prez, Sarge,” Malcolm respectfully nods to his superiors. “Bink,” he nods to me, ignoring Niki. Knowing my place, I nod back out of respect but keep silent.

“What can I do you for?” Big asks, tone friendly.

“Noticed we’re runnin’ low on beer in the cooler. Wanted your blessin’ to head inside to nab some,” he replies.

I can’t see Big but I can tell by Gunz’s reaction that he’s pleasantly surprised by Malcolm’s approach. From what Big has told me, Gunz was one of the brothers who voted not to bring Malcolm on as a prospect, which shocked the hell outta me. Looks like he’s mending fences though. Good for him. It’ll do him some good being here.

“Yeah, buddy,” Big says, “head on into the kitchen. Left fridge, bottom racks, there should be some cold beer. Bink designated that rack a few years back, ain’t gonna change. So keep it filled out here and refill the racks when they start runnin’ low. We stock the rest in the pantry.”

I can tell by Malcolm’s uncomfortable sway and blank stare that he still has no clue where Big is talking about. So before he makes a fool out of himself, I speak up, “Let me show you around the kitchen. I’m sure the boys will have you running more than just beer errands in no time,” I try to sound breezy and remain still. I don’t try to move out from Big’s hold because I can’t seem too eager. I don’t want Big to take this the wrong way. He’s sensitive about prospect duties and me being pregnant. Now that I’m about ready to burst, he’s much worse. I wasn’t even allowed to do laundry or sweep this week. He didn’t want me “straining.” I’m pregnant, not broken. He doesn’t see it my way though. Go figure.

Malcolm doesn’t respond to my suggestion. Gunz grins knowingly and shakes his head, while Big grumbles under his breath and I feel it vibrate through his chest and into my back, before he speaks. “It’s your baby shower. I’ll show him the beer. You can show him the rest later.” Big kisses my hair, then moves out from behind me, releasing my breasts in the process.

Stepping in front of me, he bends down for a hug, and I hug him in return by throwing my arms around his neck. “Be right back, don’t stray too far,” Big says kissing my cheek, lips, then my nose, before pulling away and waving to Malcolm for him to follow. As Malcolm passes me, he bows his head in respect and tails his President inside the clubhouse.

I use my freedom to migrate over toward the group of brothers. The sisters have dispersed, most of them are with their men, tending to the serve-yourself food, or corralling the children.

I stop next to Deke and curl an arm around his waist. He looks down smiling brightly at me and repeats the gesture by throwing his arm over my shoulder and tucking me to his side.

“Hey there, guest of honor,” he winks teasingly.

I rib him playfully, and he feigns pain by whining like a prissy little girl, holding his rib.

“Oh, come on, be a man,” I chuckle with a smile and roll my eyes for show.

“Hey, Bink, how’s my niece doin’?” Jizz intentionally interrupts us.

I’m not stupid. I’ve quickly come to learn that most of the brothers recognize Deke’s affections for me and my fondness for him. Strictly platonic though on my part. After the little fallout with Gunz and Deke weeks ago, things have turned back to some semblance of normal. But only after Big and I had ourselves a long discussion about Deke and what kind of friendship we have. I was pleased to find that Big trusts me implicitly and strangely welcomes us being friends. Kinda goes against everything Big has ever done or said in the course of my lifetime. I think it’s his way of extending an olive branch and showing that he does trust me. I try not to push too hard though, since I can tell it’s mostly strained approval.

I turn my head to look at Jizz, standing a few feet away next to my daddy and Viper. His hair’s down today, hitting his shoulders.

Rubbing my hand over my belly and feeling her move, I reply, “She’s good. Kickin’ like mad though.”

A brash grumble sounds behind me. I don’t have to look to know who’s there; I felt him approach way before I heard him. By the expressions on my sisters’ faces in the group, they’re worried how Big is going to react to me standing with my arm around another man. I catch Gunz out of the corner of my eye take a step forward, like he’s ready to break up a fight. Another grumble sounds followed by a few heavy breaths. Big’s calming himself down. I don’t have to look to know. I can feel it. Just as I can sense him standing a few feet behind me, his hands probably flexing at his sides, his jaw tight, blue eyes intense.

Deke shifts awkwardly beside me, becoming edgy. Instead of going to my old man, I stay put. Deke goes to retract his arm, and I bump my hip into him. It is my way of telling him to stop, and he does. Big’s an adult, and he needs to approach this situation the proper way. He said he trusts me, and he’s going to have to prove it one way or another.

Apart from the sounds of kids playing on the playground, the yard grows quiet. I hear Big release a weighted breath before I feel him move closer. His giant hand lands on my shoulder, and his chest covers my back.

“Hey, my love,” he speaks gently, and my heart gives away, as a deep sense of warmth floods my body. I’m so fucking proud of him. He reeled in his anger. God, he’s so damn wonderful.

Big’s lips press to the back of my head. “Do ya wanna dance with me?” he whispers, fanning his warm breath over my scalp, making my skin tingle and goose bumps flare.

It’s official, I’m one big gooey mess of old lady right here.

Breaking away from Deke, I turn around and don’t waste a second to have my arms around my old man. Snuggling him in close, my nose buries into his deliciously scented chest, as my arms tuck around his middle and my nails dig into the back of his cut, avoiding his gun.

“Gunz,” Big calls over my head.

“Got it, brother.”

A moment later, one of our songs start playing through the outdoor speakers, Bon Jovi’s
Thank You for Loving Me.

Big pulls me into the middle of the yard where we can be alone. Slowly, we sway like we’re in high school. My bare feet fit between his boot covered ones, and he’s careful not to step on my toes. His hands slide into the sides of my hair, and he tips my head back to look up him. I smile and he single dimple grins. “How’s my beautiful woman likin’ her party?” he asks warmly.

I can’t help it when I blush. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and face, as his grin turns into a breathtaking smile. My stomach does a fluttering flip. He’s just too damn sexy for his own good. Today, Big has his hair pulled back into a low ponytail. I did it for him this morning. His black bandana is also wrapped around his head. He’s so goddamn hot that I wish I could climb him like a tree and fuck his brains out right here in this yard. Sadly, this pregnancy is a severe deterrent. Though it won’t be much longer before I can make all those wicked wishes come true. Not gonna lie, I do love his delicious pussy licking orgasms. But there is nothing better than your man slamming his dick into you. By the end of July, come hell or high water, I’m gonna make sure we’ve christened every room in the clubhouse and our home.

“Babe,” Big interrupts my thoughts.

“Eh?” I perk up a brow, slightly dancing to the beat of the music.

“You’re thinkin’ something naughty.”

Chewing the corner of my lip and batting my eyelashes, I feign innocence. He bursts out laughing, his entire body rumbling. “You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he kisses my forehead, still laughing. “But you’re up to no good.”

He’s right, I am. But I can’t help it. I learned from the best.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” I lie.

Sharply tugging on my hair with a sexually charged growl, Big leans down so his nose brushes mine. We stop dancing. “Those eyes give ya away, every fuckin’ time.” he whispers gruffly.

I swallow hard, and he lightly thrusts forward, rubbing his hardness against me.

Holy fuck, I can’t believe he’s hard right now.

“When you’re thinkin’ about my dick, your eyes get all heavy and stare into space.”

How in the hell does he know that?

I start to ask, but I shut up as he continues, “And when I’m thinkin’ about your tits, lips, or your tasty little pussy, I could hammer a nail with my dick…” He trails off and presses his lips to mine. I savor the warmth of their softness as they seep into me, soothing me, wrapping me in his love. My heart expands, and I lazily groan my satisfaction. He lowly growls his in return.

Big’s hands leave my hair and delicately trail down my back. I shiver at his touch, and my nipples grow hard, turning to sharp points. He chuckles knowingly to my mouth, as his hands stop at my ass and grab hold. He breaks our sweet kiss, and I grumble my discontent. “I love you more than life itself. I hope you know that, my love,” he mutters to my lips.

“I love you too,” I breathe.

“I know, babe. That’s why Deke didn’t lose his arm today,” he whispers back and nuzzles his nose to mine.

“I’m proud of you for that.”

“I know ya are, babe. And I’m proud of you for letting the sisters plan this for ya. And for giving Steel a big fuckin’ pass, by letting him come here today.”

My daddy… now that’s one fucking fucked up mess of a story. Ya got three hours to listen? ... No? How about five minutes then? You down? ... Alright… here goes nothing.

My daddy and I have kind of been on the outs since I found out about my sister. After Big and I were reacquainted, I told him what my mother had told me. All of it. He already knew I’d found out. Apparently, my mother had informed him of that when he went to the cabin to handle business. Whatever that means, I’m not sure, and we’ve not discussed her or her whereabouts since. The marks on Big’s face are almost healed and with them goes my thoughts of her. Good riddance, as I see it.