Chapter 37: STEEL

Chapter Thirty-Seven

STEEL

I can’t believe meeting mom doesn’t end in an argument. It helps that I convince Hunter and Juliette to come along with me to smooth things over. Juliette might have insisted on following along because she likes getting her nose in other folks’ business, which means she gets along great with my mother. Joslin is shy in comparison to mom – not raised around bikers helps with that – but mom likes that Joslin is religious.

Mom invites us to stay the night since we drove all the way out here and since we had an “incident” on the way over. Hunter and Juliette have to leave, but Joslin and I sleep in the guest bedroom upstairs where our cousin Magnum stayed when he would visit over our Easter break. The room doesn’t have an older-cousin-weed-stash anymore, but the walls are still painted the lime green color Magnum and my mom chose.

Joslin mentions that she didn’t know houses got that big, but I remind her that the Midwest has room to spread out. She snuggles up next to me and mentions how nice it would be to live out here – somewhere peaceful and spacious like this. I hold her close to me, letting my new wife fall asleep in my arms, ready to make her dreams come true.

Joslin wakes up a few minutes before I do. Once I feel her wriggling and making every effort possible to lift my giant arm off her tiny ass body, I wake up too and pull her closer to me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Am I allowed to pee?”

“I like my wife to ask permission for everything she does,” I whisper teasingly.

“Fine,” Joslin whispers back as her butt wriggles against me mischievously. “I’ll just wet the bed right here.” It’s hard to stifle a groan. The gentle movement of Joslin’s soft ass cheeks immediately brings my dick to life. My initial temptation is to trap her ass right here in bed with me but… this will go a lot faster if I let her do what she needs to first.

I throw my arm off her and let Joslin escape. When she returns from the bathroom in the hallway, my dick almost forms a tent in the sheets like I’m a horny teenager. Her hair is a sexy mess of thick, tangled curls. I didn’t even know women could have this much wild hair. I want to grab onto it and watch my wife bounce on my dick from behind. This is impossible. We need to get out of here.

“Is there a reason you’re looking at me like I’m a chicken wing?” Joslin asks as she climbs back into bed with me and my palm immediately rushes to her soft, jiggly ass. Her petite body and soft sexy ass are already driving me crazy.

“You’re sexy as fuck. That’s why.”

“I’ve seen you look at a hamburger like that.”

“Looking at sexy women makes me hungry. Now get your ass over here…”

Once I have Joslin’s body resting on top of mine and both her ass cheeks gripped in my palms, I want so much more than this.

“I’M COOKING brEAKFAST! SO IF YOU TWO COULD STOP SCREWING AROUND AND GET DOWN HERE, THAT WOULD BE NICE!”

Joslin freezes as I squeeze her ass tighter to make sure my mom’s hollering doesn’t make her jump out of bed in terror.

“Your mom…”

“Is out of her fucking mind,” I whisper, leaning forward to kiss Joslin. “Trust me, baby… there will be lots of screwing around later. Where she can’t interrupt us. But…let’s go eat.”

Joslin doesn’t immediately jerk away.

“I don’t think my mom would ever accept… this.”

Fuck. It’s not that I haven’t thought about Joslin’s mother and how the separation might continue to affect her. I didn’t want to spoil her freedom or make her feel any pressure to go somewhere she clearly didn’t want to be in the first place.

I touch my finger to the bottom of Joslin’s chin.

“Do you want to see her? Whatever you want with her… I can make it happen. I’m your husband… not your owner.”

“Not according to that tattoo you keep talking about.”

I smirk. “Fair point. But it’s a tattoo… not a law… I know better than anybody that nobody on this earth can make you do something you don’t want to do.”

I push Joslin’s hair out of her face, giving her less room to hide from me than before. This time, I want the truth from her and I’ll stay quiet until this woman feels safe enough to share her heart with me.

“I don’t want to see her,” Joslin says. “It’s too dangerous for both of us and… she knows I’m alive. I just want to leave the past in the past.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do…”

The second I press my lips to hers, my mother’s voice blares from the other side of the door.

“RYDER SINCLAIR I MADE YOUR FAVORITE brEAKFAST AND IF YOU DON’T GET DOWNSTAIRS IT’S GOING TO BE COLD.”

Joslin nearly leaps off me in fear because my mother’s voice sounds so much louder and closer than either of us could have expected. Neither of us heard her creeping up the stairs. We should have never been such devious teenagers, honestly.

“I am a grown ass man,” I growl. “I’ll get to breakfast when I’m ready for it.”

She pounds on the guest bedroom door again. “You had better be ready now! I can already tell you’re starving your wife to death.”

I don’t know why Joslin had to catch a stray bullet of criticism, but my mother’s voice motivates her to search for a pair of sweatpants in the guest room dresser, and I walk over to the door to crack it open and give my mother a piece of my mind. She honed her skills when her twin boys reached five-foot-eight by the time we were eleven.

“Mom… I am an adult and Joslin is my wife. You can’t disrespectfully yell at us just because breakfast is ready.”

“I can yell at whoever I want in my house. Look at her! She’s been with you for how long? And here she comes around with the skinniest legs I’ve ever seen. Do you eat all her food? You used to do that to your twin brother.”

“When I was five… Now, mom can you please give us some–

“HURRY!”

I’m just in boxers, but Joslin finds some old clothes that are a mixture of mine and Magnum’s to put together a breakfast outfit. I would much rather take her somewhere I can dribble pancake syrup over her bare tits but… I’m sure my mom’s special breakfast is just as good. Joslin hands me a pair of sweatpants and I slip them on while my mom beams at her like she’s an angel.

“Sweetheart, I will give you my personal line. That way wherever Ryder takes you… I can get you out of there.”

“I’m not taking her anywhere dangerous,” I respond gruffly. “So you have nothing to worry about.”

“Oh so the ex-con suddenly has a plan?”

“We’ll discuss it at breakfast,” I mutter, giving Joslin an apologetic look. To my concern, she appears to be utterly smitten with my crazy ass mother. I don’t know what I could have suddenly done to deserve this fate.