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Mo Astor 30
Journee
"Scottie treating you alright?"
I glance over at Lee and toss her a look that screams really?
I sigh. "He's not a Star Trek character Daddy. You know his name the same as I do. It's too late to get cold feet now with your blessing." I tap the chest tattoo, and he scowls.
"Being married is making you lippy. Now answer the question baby girl."
"Chibs is awesome, like always."
He narrows his gaze, and I look him in the eyes. He's always been paranoid. It comes with the territory of being an S.A, but he's also been in this life long enough to know how quickly things can go south for old ladies.
"If that ever changes..."
"I'll let you know after I split his fucking head open myself," I say determined to never be in the same position I was with Kyle again.
"That's my baby girl. Now about baby Teller," he says turning his intense gaze onto Lee.
"Wait. What? I'm not the married one."
"Doesn't matter. You entered into a high-profile relationship. We all know what he's capable of when it comes to women, but I'm assuming he's not stupid enough to break your heart."
"Yeah Lee. How's that coming along?" I ask batting my lashes as I take a healthy bite of the pork ribs cooked to falling off the bone perfection on the grill. It's a Saturday, and the GB's are having a family get together. Which looks a lot different from Charming because most of the men are bachelors. The boys are going to try to join us later, but I'm not holding my breath. Club comes first, and they're off doing one thing or another.
"It's going well. We're good. I mean it's Jax. You've known him all his life."
"Yeah, that's the problem," Dad mumbles.
I snicker. "Dad. Would I let my sister get played? No. I would've told her to pump the breaks before they even got started. They're solid."
"Lee?"
"We're good."
"Hmmm." He sits back in his chair, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. My Dad is not my Mom. He'll pop me in the mouth quicker than I can say boo. He doesn't take disrespect lightly, and I know better than to give any his way. It might seem harsh to some, but GB runs a tight ship. They're smaller, so they have to. There aren't too many predominately black M.C.'s who have as much sway as we do, or who've been around as long. We constantly have eyes on us. Which means maintaining our image is a must. It's one of the things I hate most about this life. Women are accessories and ornaments. We have to look, talk, and behave a certain way depending on the set of people we're around. Why people think biker chicks are dumb, I'll never know. We have to be everything. The homemaker, caretaker, alibi giver, and a million other things all in one.
"I'm glad to see you two settle down. I was starting to think no man would ever tie either of you down."
I take another bite of my food to keep my sharp tongue busy.
"We were just waiting for the right man," Lee says.
"Someone mention me?" Kick asks appearing with a wide grin. I notice immediately he's rocking our charter patch instead of a Nomad.
Oh, shit. "You back with us now, K?" I ask the question so Lee doesn't have to.
"Yeah, Me and the road parted ways amicably. How you doing, Lee?"
"I'm good Kick," Lee says softly.
"She's dating Jackson Teller now," Dad says. His eyes are sparkling as he watches Kick wince and the tension rushes in and settles over the picnic bench.
I cough to hide my laugh. I don't feel bad for the fucker. He did my girl dirty. I want him to realize how much he's shit out of luck right now. You don't decide to turn Nomad without so much as a warning and think your girlfriend is going to be okay with it.
"That right? You an Old Lady?" he asks.
Lee shakes her head no.
"Not yet anyways." I add.
She elbows my side, and I give her a grease riddled kiss on the cheek.
"Gross." She wipes it away, and we laugh.
"I'll be seeing you," Kick says giving her a lingering glance as he heads off.
"Never a dull day round here huh? When did that happen?" I ask gesturing toward Kick's departing back.
"He got voted back in this morning. We need more bodies. Recruiting is slow going."
"Because you're so scary and picky," I say.
He shrugs. "Takes a lot to wear the black and orange." His chest swells with pride, and I can't help the pride that wells up inside me. This is my family, and it's good to hold court. Charming is a second home, but this will always be where my roots were first planted. I know Mom is giving us space so he can give us the third degree. They always did the good cop bad cop routine, unless I pissed my mom off. Then she could be every bit as terrifying as my father.
"Did we miss anything else major?"
"Nah. If you came around more, you'd know these things."
"Touché old man, but I got a business to run, and she has one to keep afloat."
"It's true," Lee says in a sing-song voice.
He grins, and I roll me eyes. I never knew a man so proud of his daughter doing tattoos.
"I know. We got an area set up for you in the clubhouse. You're going to go home with a nice chunk of change."
"I'll never say no to the green. I guess I best fortify myself with lunch."
"I'll play Girl Friday and keep you stocked up," Lee says.
"Thanks, wifey," I say with a wink.
"Here comes your mother."
Oh, imagine that. She must know you're doing asking us a million questions and giving us the glare of doom. My mom is an undercover hoverer. I imagine I'll be the same way with Filip. You don't want to make them look weak, but you worry, and you watch and wait always prepared to ruffle feathers. As my mother would say, some things need a women's touch. I bet they have some sort of tell, so she knows when it's cool to come over. I should talk to Filip about that.
"There are my girls." My mom envelopes me, hugging me against her ample bosom. The scent of her perfume reaches me, and I relish it. I don't see them as often as I used to. I need to remedy that. They won't be around forever, and life expectancy and freedom can be fleeting in our life. I'll never forget the four years she spent behind bars. With my father's job, there was no way I could be left alone at thirteen to fend for myself. His family had written them off, and my mother's family continuously tried to get her out of the life. Sending me to live with them would only lead to disaster. Thank God, Gemma stepped up and took me.
It was a good business move, but it was also a huge show of trust. My father respected the hell of JT. He could never predict everything that would follow. The thought of his death still makes my stomach ache. I watch as Mom moves on to her bonus baby. She'd taken up the mantle of caring and guiding her along with Gemma as her Gram aged. It made us more than just best friends, perhaps that's why we turned to each other sexually. What started off as experimenting turned into something else entirely.
I shift in my seat as desire pools in my belly, and thoughts of her creamy breasts and clean shaven pussy slip into my head. It's been too long since we had some girl time. I'd have to remedy that tonight. Can't let my wifey fell neglected.
Mom moves to sit beside Dad, and we play catch up as we continue to eat. I enjoy the sun and conversation. I'm also secretly enjoying the kick in the pants Kick will give big brother. As soon as I get a chance, I'll be texting him. I know the business he has is a gun run. It's not hard to figure out. Barring a problem, they should be free, and this will be sure to get him here.
Half an hour later, I'm set up and watching a line form as I declare my makeshift tattoo station ready. It's going to be a long afternoon.
My hands and back are screaming as I wipe the back tattoo of the GB grim reaper.
"Alright, Mack. You're all done."
We'd been working on this bad boy in two to three-hour sessions, and it's finally complete. I roll back and grin.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, brother, Go look at it."
I nod toward the full-length mirror we've leaned against the wall. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck before I take in my surroundings. I spot Lee at the bar looking disinterested in whatever Kick is saying to her.
"This is amazing," Mack says.
I admire the Reaper with it's flickering flame eyes, and it's skeletal fist raised with the GB emblem worked into the robe.
"Thanks, man."
He walks over, and my jaw drops when he gives me a thousand even."
"That's too much."
"Nah, you earned every penny of that tip, baby girl."
I beam. "Thanks." I quickly shut down shop, and move to rescue Lee.
I walk up behind her, plaster my body to hers and wrap an arm around her waist. I lean over her shoulder and smirk. "She's not interested, and I'm not willing to share my bestie any longer. So shoo."
He scowls.
"Bye, Kick," Lee says. I kiss the corner of her mouth, and his eyebrows raise.
"Shit's changed," I say lowering my voice an octave and curl my upper lip. I know Lee has no feelings for him, but just the same, I'm not about to let him get any ideas. My brother has enough to worry about.
He raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Aight, I know when I'm not wanted."
Lee tilts her head back and bats her eyelashes. "My hero."
"How long was he here bothering you?"
"About fifteen minutes. I made it clear I wasn't interested, but he kept rattling on and spitting weak game. I was going to shut him down painfully after I finished my beer."
"You're so tempting. I can see why he couldn't help but try."
"Is that possession I see?" she whispers.
"Only people you belong to have names that start with J." I fight the urge to nip her bottom lip. "We should go to our room and unwind.
We have our own room complete with a dresser with spare clothes, and two queen-sized beds in the clubhouse left over from the teen years when I was shuttled to and fro for visits and later living between to clubs.
"Unwind? Is that what we're calling it?"
"I want to show you what Daddy's taught me," I whisper. The thought of dominating her has me wet and ready to play.
Her eyes darken, and her breath hitches. "Has baby girl grown up?"
"Why don't you come find out?"
She drains her beer, and I laugh as she stands, and we head to our room.
Once we're inside, I press her against the door and lock it. Her pulse jumps into her throat, and her eyes are half-lidded.
"Someone's excited."
"I'm eager to sample these lesson's Chibs has been giving you first-hand."
I bury my fingers in the dark silk of her hair. "Remember you asked for this," I whisper against her lips.
She moans, and I fist her hair and yank slightly and guide her over to the bed. "Bend over, and lift that skirt. I want to see the one thing Kick will never have again."
I give her enough slack to wiggle up the skirt and reveal the lacy black underwear.
"Look at that ass." I trail my nails over her silk covered apple bottom. I release my hold on her hair and deliver a slap. She gasps. I bend down, grip the material with my teeth, and move them to her ankles. I leave them on, liking the restricted movement. "I wanted to do this in the bar," I whisper as I ease her legs apart. "Eat this pretty pussy out in front of him."
"Oh, God."
"Would you have liked that?"
"Yes."
"Naughty." I grip her thighs and lean into sample her slick center. I moan as her creamy sweetness coats my tongue. I lose myself in the smooth flesh and flavor as I explore everything but the quivering needy clit protruding. I ignore the pretty pink pearl, sucking her lips into my mouth. She wiggles and I smirk against her skin. She's used to ordering me. The tension in her body gets me high. The weariness from work is forgotten. I pull back.
"No."
I slap her pussy, and she jerks and cries out.
"You're not in control right now, pretty girl." I palm her warmth, and she grinds against me. "Be still."
She grunts but complies. "Good girl," I purr. I remove my hand and thrust two fingers deep.
"Oh, shit."
I smile as I give it to her fast and deep, angling, so I hit her sweet spot. She loves to stretch things out, but I'm in control, and I want to see her come undone.
"Journee," She cries.
"Love it when you call my name, baby." I bend and bite the area between her neck and her shoulder. Her slick walls clench around me as she yields trembling as she comes.
"No one can make you come faster. I think I need to give my brother some pointers. Would you like that?"
Her entire body shudders, and I grin. Tonight might be more interesting than I thought.
