"Thanks. She lived better than a lot of women in my family, but I wish she was around to meet Lula."
Taking her hand, I press it against my chest. "I'm not good at small talk after fucking. Usually I keep things light, but you're not other chicks. You're my brother's fiancée's best friend. Guess that makes you special, so it makes me want to talk about your dead mom."
Bebe gives me an odd look, but she knows I'm struggling. What are we? Friends? Lovers? Is she my woman now? Am I looking for what Ford has or am I afraid to be alone? We don't know the answers, so the room falls silent for a few minutes.
"You ever go to church?" I ask her finally.
Bebe shakes her head and wraps one of her legs over mine.
"We did sometimes. Depended on what family we were living with. I hated church and Sunday school. Learning about the Bible was just learning another bunch of rules. So school was boring, but I remember one book was about heaven. I liked the idea of a quiet place where we're all happy and get to see people we've lost."
Caressing her head, I continue, "If I thought about Ford dying, I'd get paranoid and want to shoot everyone just in case. Since killing everyone wasn't a smart move, I'd think about heaven. I told myself that if he took a bullet, I'd see him again. Of course, that's assuming a guy like me can get into heaven. I mean, it's not like I'm great at following rules."
"No, you're not, but you also do sweet things like trying to make me feel better about my mom."
Feeling like a douche, I admit, "Asking about your dead mom was a pretty stupid move, but you should be happy I'm not being fake with you. That's good, right?"
Smiling, Bebe straddles me. "Yes, very good."
I study her plump tits with hard red nipples. They're so much hotter than I pictured, and I'm again struck by my lack of imagination.
Her lips find mine while her pussy strokes my cock. Arms wrapped around my neck, her eyes tell me everything I need to know. Flushed with hunger, she knows I'm the only thing that'll satisfy.
Bebe's pussy opens for me then clamps down as soon as I'm inside her. She closes her eyes and groans in the most beautiful way. I watch the way she licks her lips and grips my shoulders. Once her eyes open, she smiles.
"I could get addicted to this."
I can't think of a single fucking thing to say, so I wrap my arms around her waist and fuck her. Bebe holds onto my shoulders and works her hips with mine. Cussing and groaning, she makes such sexy fucking sounds. I'm obsessed with her every noise and the way she moves. When she comes, Bebe pulls at my hair while leaning back her head.
"Fucking, Pax, fuck," she moans, causing me to grin at the wild tone of her voice.
"You are addicted," I tease when she loosens her grip on my hair.
"Sorry, but I thought sex was horrible or dull. Never like this."
"I don't care if the only guy you fucked was Wolfman. I'm taking that as a compliment."
Bebe leans forward, sucking on my tongue as her hips move faster. I close my eyes, feeling her every muscle tightening around my cock. I relish the way her fingers snag at my hair. Of all the women I've been with over the years, I need this one to worship me. Based on the look on her face when we come together, I know she does.
17
Pax
Breakfast of Champions
Lula is a great kid even though she excels at the role of cockblocker. I guess I don't blame her. I'd hug all over Bebe 24/7 too, if I could. Instead of enjoying a morning fuck, I'm left with only a long kiss at the front door before heading out to the club breakfast.
Bebe looks so sexy in the morning. Her tired eyes watch me walk to the Harley under the carport. Her goodbye smile makes me feel like a fool, but I don't care. Why shouldn't a man enjoy the good shit? Why does anything have to mean more?
Ford is playing suck-face with Shay when I pull up to their house. Annoyed by their love, I decide to head to the diner. Unfortunately, I arrive at the same time as Madden, who barely glances at me before strutting over to his younger brother. I can't imagine having such a turd as a sibling. Trigger's sons suck, making me appreciate Ford more when the asshole finally arrives.
"Your woman smells like pickles," I say, walking into the diner.
"Your woman looks like a pickle."
I hit him in the arm. He follows up with an elbow to my chest. We're about to go full-fledged wrestling match when Joker comes up behind us.
"Don't make me get the belt," he sighs.
I smirk. "No, daddy, we'll be good."
Joker gives me one of his smartass looks then disappears into the backroom of the restaurant.
Ford and I order our food then sit across from each other so we can share snide glances and kick each other under the table.
I've just dipped into my hash browns when Sharpie sits down next to me. Normally the fucker keeps his distance since slapping him around is one of my hobbies.
"You know that job you wanted me to look into at your place?" Sharpie asks me.
"No."
"The one in the backyard for the kid staying there."