Drew’s school’s getting antsy that he’s still recovering from the mythical illness I’d invented, and my college is making threats they can’t hold my place open forever. We need to resume a normal life. Tonight, I’m going to plead my case. Get Tse to see reason. It’s good timing, nature had seen to it that we had to take a natural break from our sexual activities. But tonight, I’m ready. I’ve showered, shaved, and groomed myself to perfection, still enjoying the luxury of hot water anytime I want it. Those days in the trailer seem so long ago now.
Drew’s tucked up and asleep, Tse’s working in his office, but he’ll be back soon. In preparation, I’m daringly lying naked on the bed waiting.
Just in time.I hear the outside door open, then the one to the suite. In the light from the lamps on the bedside tables, I see Tse’s eyes flare. He prowls toward me, his face dark with desire.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Who am I going to get tonight?”
His lips curve. “Who do you want?”
“Hmm,” I tap my finger to my lips. “Let’s see. The white man who acts like a gentleman? The computer nerd who looks up instructions? The Indian who takes what he wants, or the rough biker who gives all he’s got. What a decision.” I giggle.
Already having discarded his cut and tee, his hands go to his belt. As he slides it out of the loops, he remarks, “How about just your husband who loves you?”
“That will work.” Eyeing him taking down his jeans and boxers, my tongue licks my lips. I’m feeling greedy tonight. I peer up through my eyelashes. “Can I taste you?”
For an answer, his naked body approaches. Kneeling, I put my hands to his cock, and let my tongue flick over the end where pre-cum’s already pooling. He places his hand gently on the back of my head. Opening my mouth, I take him inside, well, as much as I can, pausing to play a little with his piercing, an action which makes him hiss. I’ve no idea what I’m doing, but from the way his hand fists in my hair, and the guttural sounds he’s making, it seems I’m on the right track.
With one hand on his cock, I slide my other down, cupping his ball sac. His body jerks, as my mouth moves up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good, darlin’. Too fuckin’ good.” His hands close in on the side of my head, and gently pull me away. He pushes me back on the bed.
“Was I doing it wrong?”
“Fuckin’ perfect, babe. But I need to taste you, then I want to be inside you.”
Two orgasms later and I’m sated. I’ve almost forgotten my name, let alone what I was going to ask. Almost.
“Tse?”
“Hmm?” he replies sleepily.
“Drew needs to go back to school, and I need to go to college.”
“No.”
His short response would annoy me, were it not that I know he’s trying to keep us both safe. I keep my tone reasonable. “Tse, you’ve found no trace of my father being in this country. We could stay holed up for weeks, months. At some point we’ve got to start living again.”
“You mean the world to me, Mariana. You know that. I couldn’t cope if I lost you.”
“You won’t lose me. You’re doing everything you can to prevent that. But please, let Drew go to school at least.”
His arm slides under my head, and I snuggle into him. “Let me sleep on it.”
Two days later, Drew goes back to school. Once again, either Matt or Truck goes with him. There’s no sign of my father.
A week passes. The only excitement on the compound is a going away party for Paladin and Jayden. Drew misses her company, but returning to school has at least distracted him. He’s taken up with all his activities again.
“What time does Drew need collecting?”
My eyes flit to my man as I answer. “In a couple of hours. He’s got football practice today.” My mouth curves as I remember how happy he’d been to get back into the swing of things. I now glance around, it’s quiet here today. The clubhouse is quite empty. Half the men have gone on a run to Las Vegas, why I’m not sure, Matt’s gone with them driving the crash truck, and Truck’s on his firefighting shift. Mouse and I will be collecting Drew.
Mouse’s phone rings. I can only hear his side of the conversation.
“Prez? Yeah. Hey, really? Yeah, I bet it is good fuckin’ news. Hope everything goes well.”
He listens for a moment, looking at me in consternation. “Prez, I was… Sure. I’ll sort something out. Yeah. Course. And good luck.”
Ending the call, he stares at me. “Sam’s gone into labour. Prez is heading straight out to take her to the hospital.”
