Chapter 15: Gideon

Chapter Fifteen

Gideon

I duck as the half-burned scented candle Tamiya throws whizzes past my head and nearly bounces on the dirt around where I’m sitting comfortably in my Adirondack chair with a Blue Moon beer. I was asleep, but I quickly jerked awake when I heard her slam the back door, and now assess how much goddamn trouble I’m in.

“Tamiya… My beautiful wife…” I ask tentatively as the angry pregnant woman comes stomping towards my peaceful resting spot. Her legs are just as skinny as the day I met her so that big baby bump looks like she’s going to bowl right over. I grip the armrests of my Adirondack chair, fighting the urge to get up and offer to help. She nearly scratched out my left eye the last time I tried that.

“Get up, Gideon.”

“It would be faster if you started with what I did wrong.”

“I threw the candle at your head. I think that was pretty clear.”

It woke me up, but I don’t know if I would call that clear communication. I stand up and spread my arms wide. Offering her a hug has to work. She’s pregnant. Tamiya softens a bit and comes close to me. I flinch as she hugs me, half expecting her to try sliding a pocket knife through my leather cut. She’s tried that before…

This time, it’s a genuine hug. My wife rests her head on my chest and I feel like a dick for ever suspecting her of having wicked intentions at all. She sighs and clutches me tightly, those perfect titties resting in the right spot against my chest. Explosions of warmth when I hug her just make me want more. I kiss the top of Tamiya’s forehead, ready to escalate this fight into something more…

I stupidly lose track of the fact that she threw a candle at my head. She sighs as I kiss the top of her head and I think I’m already halfway where I need to be.

Tamiya pierces through my delusion. “Why the fuck did you let the club leave a black woman in the middle of nowhere with your psychopathic, racist cousin Ruger?”

She didn’t have to say his name. I have one cousin known for both his racism and his psychopathy. But his name is absolutely not a turn on. My dick practically knots itself to retreat from this inevitable firestorm about to rain out of Tamiya. How is this my fault? And why does she think I have any control over Ruger or the club’s decisions? My body tenses up, but Tamiya clings to me tighter.

I fucked up.

“Baby,” I whisper, my heart pounding as I feel increasing desperation to smooth things over. “Chances are, she fell in love with Ruger.”

“Gideon? Do you think I fell out of a coconut tree?”

I officially have dry mouth. I wish I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol either. I can’t tell if this is part of one of Tamiya’s racial sensitivity questionnaires or if there’s some other deeper meaning I ought to be aware of.

“Baby,” I whisper again. “I just think how beautiful you look carrying our child.”

If I remind her that we’re having a baby together, I think it will lower her chances of ending my life. It’s worked for me so far. Tamiya’s hands wander to my lower back. My wife can cause tension just as easily as she can heal it.

“Okay,” she says gently. If I didn’t pass that test with flying colors, I at least got a C+. “I need you to take me over there so we can get this woman free from Ruger and then you won’t have anything to worry about.”

I don’t have to ask if it’s a threat.

“Tamiya…”

Her hand moves over my chest and my heart pounds nervously as she cups my dick outside my pants. Okay, now I’m confused. Is this a threat? Or does she just enjoy this tension between us as much as I do…

“Baby?” Tamiya says sweetly, her hand on the outside of my pants feels like heaven. “I need you to do this… Take me out there and we can… figure it out.”

Her hand drops away from my dick offering me a moment of clarity to see Tamiya’s manipulation. This woman constantly takes advantage of the control she has over me and it is so goddamn frustrating. I take her hand, acting like I’m going to hold it. And then… I squeeze.

“Manipulation, Tamiya? Really?”

“It is not! ”

“Who gives a shit what Ruger does?”

“I care,” she says.

“I don’t. I would much rather take my wife upstairs and make love to her than worry for another second about what my cousin is up to.”

Tamiya tries to pull away from me and take sex off the table now that she realizes that she won’t get what she wants. She most likely smells the beer on my breath too, which takes spontaneous drives off the table. The doctor warned her about driving this late in her pregnancy considering the possibility of going into labor.

She takes that loss of freedom quite personally and blames me for “knocking her up”. It takes two to fucking tango, Tamiya.

“He’s a monster. He could kill her. ”

“He won’t.”

“He killed Darlene!” Tamiya hisses. It’s not a secret to her since Wyatt needed her help making sure Ruger’s family issues wouldn’t bite the club in the ass. But even Tamiya admitted he did a terrifyingly good job of getting rid of the evidence. Aside from the reparations Oske demanded for her trailer, he did just fine.

Plus, he has plenty of money since he only buys guns, ammo, and the occasional McDonald’s Big Mac – a family weakness.

“She cheated on him.”

“What if this black woman happens not to be an angel? Did you forget this cousin of yours called me the n-word.”

“He got punished.”

“Gideon. I’m the mother of your child.”

“Exactly why I want to take your sexy ass upstairs,” I whisper. Tamiya looks dismayed that I’m not taking her seriously, but I take the opportunity to kiss her on the lips. She gasps, but kisses back because despite her angry words… my wife loves me. Every inch of me.

Tamiya squeaks a little, but when I put my tongue in her mouth, she yields to me completely, allowing me to kiss her while we stand there with interlaced fingers. I just need to get her on the same page. When we finally pull away from each other, I’m ready to throw this pregnant woman over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes and drag her upstairs for some sexy as fuck pregnancy sex.

She just looks worried again.

“Tamiya…”

“I just want to be sure. I would hate for another black woman to end up missing, Gideon. I know it bothers you but… I’m serious.”

I pull her close to me. I don’t want to get involved with Ruger’s personal business, but now that I’ve had Tamiya’s lips against mine and I know I’m going to get her ass upstairs, I remember that I just want to make her happy.

“I’ll talk to him,” I promise her. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll get Wyatt on the case. He owes you.”

“Okay. Compromise,” she says. “But um… You might have to take your shotguns out of the truck. Somebody put them in there in case we drove out to Ruger’s…”

“Somebody?”

Tamiya gets up on her toes and kisses me. Does she really think I’ll be that easy to distract? I warned her about handling the shotguns while pregnant. She doesn’t have the type of muzzle control (or self-control) for me to feel safe with her touching the guns. Her lips part mine and Tamiya’s tongue slides into my mouth.

My hands slide to her ass and my dick throbs painfully. Fuck. I need her naked. Now. I don’t care what she did wrong, as long as I get to feel that sexy ass bouncing against my dick. It’s so hot making love to her while she’s pregnant.

“Upstairs,” Tamiya whispers. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Okay, baby,” I murmur, forgetting about whatever it was I did wrong. Mind control. I swear, this violent ass woman has mind control over me and I love it. I grab onto her hips and kiss her after she gets a few steps away from me and we kiss our way all the way into the house, shedding layers once we get upstairs and tumbling into bed together, naked and greedy for each other in a way that has only become harder to fight with Tamiya’s pregnancy.

“I love you, baby,” I whisper, peeling her legs apart and preparing to enter her my pregnant wife’s soft, soaked pussy.

I fell in love with her the second I got my hands on her. She brought out this dark, rough side to me.

She became mine in a way I never expected. It took time to break down her walls. To convince her that even if I had done the worst thing I could have possibly done to hurt her, I wanted redemption. I craved it and thought I would find it between her legs. Maybe I did... Tamiya eagerly parts her legs this time. No fighting. She loves the way I kiss her down there and even when she's too tired to make love, I go down on her every damn night.

My heart races with anticipation as I kiss the inside of her thighs. They're soft. A little bigger, but still taut and muscular. She doesn't have the thickest of legs, but Tamiya has the prettiest. Her toes flex as I keep kissing her thighs, moving closer to her bare entrance. She looks so perfect like this.

Her baby bump distracts me from her thighs. I move my lips to her sweet baby bump and give her tummy a soft kiss. Tamiya makes a soft moan of pleasure, but she's still impatient for my lips between her legs. She knows what's going to come and her legs spread apart, giving me a full view of her perfect lower lips.

My wife drips with desire, clear juices coating her outer lips and beckoning for my tongue to spread her wide and lick her clean. Mine. This woman is all fucking mine. My dick has been strained and hard for a while, almost impossible to ignore. My arousal turns into pure suffering when my tongue splits Tamiya's lower lips and she immediately moans with pleasure that she can't control. Never stood a fucking chance at controlling.

I grunt and push my tongue deeper, getting in between her textured folds as they drip with her juices. Tamiya moans and pushes her hips up against my face, both yearning for more and trusting that I can deliver the pleasure that she craves. I know her so well that it's easy to stay in control, building Tamiya's pleasure with slow, gentle licks between her legs and then adding pressure as I suck on her clit and watch it grow with arousal.

She makes the same loud moans when she gets close. I grip her thighs and lick every inch of her without giving a fuck where my tongue goes. If I slip past her back door, I let my tongue linger there until she squeals and return my attention to her perfect, perky little clit. I love this woman.

When she has this baby, I’ll have my mind entirely fixed on another one. Tamiya reaches for my hair and her fingers against my scalp nearly makes me cum on the spot. Her touch encourages my tongue to slide deeper between her legs. She shudders and cries out as a strong climax wracks through my wife's sexy, pregnant body. I keep sucking on her outer lips as she finishes, watching her moan and wriggle beneath me until she is totally out of breath.

Once I get her sufficiently tired, I move my body steadily on top of Tamiya's, lining my dick up with her soaked entrance. The tip of my cock touches the juices leaking from her and I nearly burst. She is so fucking warm. I move a little, nearly pushing the pierced tip of my dick inside Tamiya.

She gasps before I move, already anticipating the sharp burst of pain that I force her to endure for the pleasure of having my big pierced white cock between her legs. Making eye contact with her like this and holding my body up so I don't hurt the baby bump between us makes entering her so much more slow and delicious. I have to be careful and that slow, gentle movement as I begin sliding inside of her causes me to ache with anticipation.

I want to cum, but I can't bring myself to do that unless I feel the inner walls of Tamiya's pussy clenching desperately around my dick. The first inch I slide inside her nearly draws the cum out of my balls. I clench my jaw and breathe slowly, feeling her warm body against mine as I push the rest of the way inside her. Fuck, she feels good.

Tamiya's pussy has always felt absolutely made for my dick.

"I love you, baby," I whisper. Our lips join and I move my hips slowly as I fuck my pregnant wife on the bed. Getting us here was easier than I thought. I would much rather do this than give a second thought to my idiot cousin, Ruger.

A few slow, gentle thrusts are enough to push Tamiya close to the edge again. Not only did I eat her pussy exactly the way she likes it, but everywhere down there has been sensitive since she got pregnant. Her gasping and closeness to another orgasm makes me move my hips faster. I draw myself closer to a climax of my own.

Our bodies move together, moaning and gasping for breath. My hands roam all over Tamiya's perfect dark skin as I feel her pussy clamping around my dick.

"Cum for me, baby," I whisper, nibbling on her earlobe and sliding my dick nice and slow inside of her until I bury my full length to the hilt and move my hips to stimulate her inner walls with my piercing. Tamiya lets out the hottest moan I have ever fucking heard as she cums. I can't stop myself from matching her energy and finishing with a few deep thrusts before groaning and releasing every built up drop of cum inside Tamiya's pussy.

She is so fucking perfect. So deliciously hot to turn from a screaming angry wild cat into a mess of sweaty skin and soft boobs.

"I love you," she whispers, her fingers finding my hair again as she pulls my face towards hers. I don't want to move from this bed. Ever...

"I love you too, crazy woman," I whisper. "You have this country boy wrapped around your fucking finger..."