The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (36 page)

To make a very long and very painful story short, I’ll give you the basics. Because if I dredge up that day again while I’m in my old man’s arms dancing at my baby shower, I’m gonna get angry and I’m gonna bawl. None of us need that right now. Today is supposed to be a happy day. And I’ll be damned if I don’t try my best to keep it that way. If not for me, for Big. He’s been so supportive through this whole fucked up ordeal.

A few days after I’d informed Big, he secretly set up a family meeting, which included my brothers, Daddy, Big, and Gunz. That’s when I got to let loose on my daddy for lying. A lot of emotions flew that day. I cried. Big held me. I screamed. Big held me. My brothers were informed on the run that they had another sister and as you can imagine that pounded a pretty big wedge between my brothers and the father they thought they knew. Six hours we sat in the common room. Six hours of emotional torture, where Brew ended up storming out, calling my father a disgusting asshole. Jizz cried. Yeah, my brother actually fucking cried, which made me cry even more.

By the time everything was said and done, I was wrung out and exhausted. Brew was long gone. He’d taken off on his Hog. Dixie had called Gunz five times to see if he’d returned. And Jizz was just Jizz. He tried to let it settle, but I could tell my feelings were affecting him. He’s always been the sweetest of my brothers, even if he relentlessly teases me.

Being overly emotional, I cussed my father up one side and down the other. I’d almost punched him. And I would have, if Big hadn’t stopped me by holding me to his chest and letting me pound my fists into him while I screamed, cried, and cursed my father.

My daddy actually tore down his steel walls and teared up a few times, apologizing profusely. He even tried to hug me. Big wouldn’t let him, which made things ten times worse and my daddy ended up going off on Big, yelling, “That’s my fucking daughter and she needs me to hold her!”

Big replied calmly, “I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine to care for. You done fucked up, brother. Now back the hell off.”

Gunz ended up stepping in to keep a fight from breaking out. Daddy wasn’t fond of taking no for an answer but he backed down.

By the end of the longest hours of my life, I’d learned my mother was partially honest. My daddy had cheated because she couldn’t fuck him. He did treat her like garbage and tried to right his wrongs after I’d been born. But he’d fallen in love with Amanda, who he calls Mandy, and they’d had their daughter, Jolene, who everyone apparently calls Jo. The rest is pretty much history.

So now here we are at my baby shower, which is not only a party to celebrate Harley’s impending arrival into our lives, but it’s the day I get to meet my sister and her mother for the very first time. Jez, Pix, and Deb had suggested it after I’d told them about the whole ordeal. I wanted to meet her. Daddy wanted me to meet her. Jizz and Brew wanted to meet her. And since everyone would be present at my shower to use as sort of a buffer, I agreed to it.

“Babe,” Big says, kissing my nose and yanking me from my thoughts.

“Yes?” Tilting my head, I press a soft, linger kissing to his lips and use them to calm and center me. Just thinking about my sister and meeting her has me anxious, both the happy and scared variety.

He pulls back a fraction, breaking our kiss, “I know your mind’s workin’ overtime. If ya need to talk, I’m here to listen.”

“I know and thank you. But I just need ya to hold me.”

Big plants another soft kiss to my lips before holding me like I’d asked. We dance in silence as I return my head to his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart and melding into him. Songs pass and my feet bump into his, so I step on top of his boots like a child would and let him guide us. He doesn’t seem to mind.

By the end of the sixth song I hear the sound of car tires driving into the compound, as the rocks crunch under their weight. Big stops dancing and helps me to the grass before cupping the sides of my face and making me meet his intense ice-blue gaze. While he assesses my face, he says, “Just saw Steel head up. They’re here.”

I nod my understanding.

“If you don’t wanna do this, you don’t have to. I’m here. I got your back. Your sisters are right over there,” Big points to my Sacred Sisters who have gathered around the picnic table, all eyes on me. I flash them a grateful smile. They smile in return, giving me small waves of encouragement. I couldn’t ask for a better family. I’m damn blessed.

I feel a presence approach me from behind. Big addresses him first, not letting go of my face. “Jizz, you’re welcome to hang back with us, but you’re not takin’ your sister from me. I’m stayin’ by her side.”

“I gotcha, Prez. Just wanted to make sure she’s straight. Dad’s bringin’ them ‘round,”

Big raises a brow, eyes on me, “You straight?” He jerks his chin in my direction.

“I’m straight,” I affirm.

“See,” Big addresses Jizz, “our girl’s good. No worries. I got her. You got her. The brothers got her. Her sisters got her. And I’ve got her.”

Shaking my head, I’m unable to hold back my smirk and a tiny giggle, “Ya got me twice?” I tease Big.

“I got your fine ass a hundred times more than the rest of these fuckers,” Big all but yells, being a complete smartass.

“Hey!” Jezebel hollers across the yard, “I heard that!”

“And whatcha gonna do about it?” Big yells back, egging her on.

I swear they get off on tormenting one another, both sexually and in a funny ha-ha manner. And it just keeps getting worse.

A week ago I’m on speakerphone with Jez as I’m cooking tacos for dinner. Big comes strolling into the kitchen, gropes me, I squeal, and he kisses me silly. She makes a disgusted sound and tells us to get a room.

“Oh, you know you wanna hear me spank her fine ass,” Big tormented.

Jez chuckled, “Alright, ya caught me, spank it. I wanna hear.”

Sure as shit, Big bent me over, with my forearms resting on the counter for support, and spanked my ass. I couldn’t stop laughing. He kept up his stinging assault, and I grew wetter and wetter. Then the laughing ceased, and the panting began as my pussy started to throb, drawing me closer to climax.

I’d almost forgotten Jez was on the phone until she shouted, “Oh, hell! You kinky motherfucker, I gotta go handle my business now. Thanks to you…”

“Tell Bulk he needs to pound that pussy,” Big countered.

“Yeah…I’ll get right on that. And the next time you see him you best teach him to spank like you do.”

Big’s hand spanked my ass one final time before he hooked his thumbs into my yoga pants and panties at the same time and slid them down my legs to pool around my ankles. I wiggled at the coolness of the air touching my inflamed skin. It felt amazing.

“I’m sure Bink could tell him all about how women like to be spanked,” he dusted his fingertips across my tender flesh, and I squirmed, moaning with need.

“We’ll worry about that later. Take care of her,” Jez said.

“Always do,” Big replied.

The phone went dead, and Big dropped to his knees behind me. A moment later his eager tongue collided with my pussy, and that was all she wrote. My legs trembled, and I came in a torrent of ecstasy, screaming as my head shot back and my pussy exploded.

Once I’d finished, Big stood, picked me up, sat my bare ass on the cool kitchen counter, and finished cooking dinner for us, like it was just a normal day in the neighborhood.

“I’m gonna get the belt!” Jez threatens Big with a huge cocky grin in place.

“Tonight, if you wanna get the belt, I’m sure Bink’ll gladly show Bulk how to use it properly,” Big counters with an evil laugh.

Jezebel’s eyes widen, and she flips him off, curling her lip up in a snarl.

“Hey! What the hell!?” Bulk intervenes, and strides over to his woman. “What in the hell have ya been tellin’ ‘em, Jez?”

I give her an
I’m sorry
expression and cross my fingers over my heart, silently promising her I didn’t spill the beans.

Their mini argument carries on as I return my attention to Big and smack his chest. “You’re gonna get her in trouble.”

He shrugs, not giving a shit. “Sooo…That just means she’ll thank me later.”

She’ll what?!

“Thank
you
later?” I throw out my attitude.

“She’s got one helluva mouth on her, which is bound to land her ass in trouble. So as punishment, I’m sure Bulk will end up fuckin’ her till she can’t walk tomorrow.”

That sounds like a damn good punishment. I’d really like that too, right about now.
Lucky bitch.

I raise a brow at him, “Ya think?”

“I know,” he confirms smugly.

“And how—”

Big bends down and gets right in my face, cutting me off, “I know, ‘cause that’s what I’d do if you had a mouth like hers. I’d choke ya with my dick too. And I’d definitely spank your ass…He’s got his hands full with her.”

Ain’t that the damn truth? And poor Axel’s got Pixie, the nympho, to contend with. Haven’t ya heard that the quiet ones are the ones you have to watch out for? Well, it’s true. All my sisters are busy getting dick while I’m sporting cankles, stretchmark’s, and an underused pussy…I’ll say it again with the utmost love and respect—those
lucky bitches.

A throat clears behind me, and Big’s eyes shift from me to the person who made the noise. I’d know that deep rumble anywhere. It’s my daddy, which means this little distraction of Jez, Big, and their fun has come to an end. Now I really have to face the music and turn around to meet my sister and her mother.

I dunno if I can do this.

Wish me luck.

“Bink,” Daddy’s voice cuts through the air like a knife and the need to wrap my arms protectively around myself claws at my insides. I ward off the feeling and stand up straight, ignoring the ache in my back and feet. Big, who’s still touching me, rubs his hands along my arms in support, then moves them to my belly.

“You can do this,” he whispers, meeting my eye.

I nod to him in confirmation and turn around, my eyes cast on the ground. Big moves in, his chest to my back and curls his arms around my shoulders.

The tension in me builds as I slowly inch my eyes upward. The first thing I see are Jizz’s black riding boots, followed by daddy’s and two pairs of women’s shoes. One set of feet are wearing black studded flip-flops. Her skin is tattooed with roses, and her toes are painted a hot pink. I think I might like her already. Rose tattoos, hot pink polish, and those shoes; all of that is something I’m down with. The set next to hers is a pair of old school, heavily worn, black and white chucks. I shift my eyes upward, knowing that they have to be giving me the once over just as I do the same.

My throat constricts.

You can do this Bink,
I repeat to myself.

Once reaching their eyes, my own widen, as do Mandy’s and Jo’s. Holy shit! My sister looks like a taller, thicker, curvier, longer haired version of me. She’s so fucking beautiful! I don’t know if I’d say I’m that pretty, but damn she’s gorgeous. Big boobs, wide hips, small waist, and blonde hair that reaches her navel. She’s wearing a pair of jean cutoff shorts that show off her tatted legs, and a black Guns and Roses off the shoulder tee. I wonder if she’d ever let me borrow that? It’s fucking awesome! Bet its vintage.

Before I even get a chance to take in Mandy, who my dad has his arm around, I blurt the first thing that pops into my head, “Your shirt rocks! Paradise City is one of my favorite songs!”

Jo laughs, her smile reaching her eyes, and everyone around us blows out their bated breaths. Guess they were just as worried about this as me.

Big chuckles behind me, as Daddy remarks, “Good call, Big.”

Glancing over my shoulder at Big, I raise a questioning brow, and he beams affectionately at me before kissing my upturned forehead, “Vintage band shirts…they’re kinda your thing.”

Aww, he really does know me so well.

“Love you,” I whisper, and he kisses my forehead once more before I turn my attention back to my sister, who’s still grinning at me.

“I’m Bink,” I offer her my hand and she takes it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jo… it’s nice to meet you too, Bink… And you’re right Guns and Roses rock, they’re my second favorite band.”

My eyes light up.
She has great taste in music!

“What’s your first?” I probe enthusiastically.

“The Rolling Stones.”

“What’s your favorite song by them?” Apparently I can’t shut up today.

“Paint It Black.”

That’s such a badass song!

I downplay it so I don’t come off looking like an idiot. “Good song,” I reply coolly, bobbing my head.

“Just a
good
song?” Big murmurs amused, so only I can hear him. I ignore his little comment. Alright, so maybe I was caught a time or two as a child jumping on my bed to the song. It’s impossible not to dance to, especially when the brothers are blaring it in the middle of the night at one of their parties.

The sound of a sniffle breaks through my musical thoughts, and my eyes cut to Mandy, who’s wiping her eyes as my dad tries to console her.