6. Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Pops

“Welcome,” I address my family.

Well, most of them. Debs is busy at the clubhouse this evening, so I called an emergency dinner with my grandchildren and their other halves to inform them of my intentions with Debs. I realized when I was watching the DRMC sing and dance that I hadn’t actually told them what I had planned. Well, Dayz knew, but she’s not one to gossip. Or pass on any information that she finds “unimportant.”

I wait for them to take their seats, all looking confused, but that will all be cleared up shortly.

“Thank you for coming. I have gathered you here for an important announcement.”

“Are you dying?” Jules asks, straight out.

“Why the hell would you ask that?” My face screws up cos I’m confused by the shitty question. My eyebrows are pulled low. I can feel it. And see it, what with the long rogue brow hair now in my line of sight.

“You’re acting all fucked up,” Rhodie says. I glare at him, mainly because I can’t shoot him.

“I agree with Rhodie. Are you sick?” Gus adds.

Why the fuck do they all think I’m dying? “What the fuck are you all on? I’m not sick or dying,” Gus relaxes, his body deflating slightly from the release of tension.

“Oh, good. That’s good.” Gus nods, looking at his siblings, who all mirror him.

“So, if you’re not sick or dying, why did you need us? And where is Mama Debs?” Tav cuddles Blanche closer to him, waiting for my answer.

“Well, if you stopped asking stupid questions you would know by now,” I huff. “Anyway, I’ve brought you all here today to inform you that I will be taking Debs as my Ol Lady. I’m going to make it official.”

They wait a beat and then all let out whoops. Ana claps her hands and then bursts into tears. Gus pulls her into his side, whispering in her ear. She slaps him away, pulls herself to standing and then waddles over to me, throwing her arms around my neck and crying into my shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you both and I’m so happy for you and Mama.” She pulls back to look at me. “I love you Pops, and I love that you love Mama.”

I run my hand over her head, and then pull her in for another hug. “Thank you sweet girl, and thank you for bringing Debs into our family. I promise I’ll take care of her.”

Blanche obviously overheard because she pipes up from her place in Tav’s lap. “You better look after her, otherwise you’ll have my foot in your ass!” She cackles like the mad woman she is and I have no recourse other than to give her the stink eye.

“I take it you’re OK with this?” I ask my grandchildren, looking around the room.

“Am I the only one who thought she already was your Ol Lady?” Dayz asks, looking confused as she bobs side to side, rocking that gator of hers in her arms.

“No, he hadn’t made a claim yet, babe,” Rhodie answers, dropping a kiss on her head and trying hard to dodge Chomper’s mouth nipping at his cut.

“How can he claim an Ol Lady if he’s not in the MC?” Dayz frowns, first at Rhodie, and then at me.

“The intent is still the same kiddo. She’s mine, and I’m hers.” She looks thoughtful for a moment, and then nods, so it must make sense to her. “Also, Dayz and I have a surprise planned for Debs, so keep all your mouths shut and just make sure that she’s all relaxed and where I need her to be on Christmas Day. Got it?”

They all nod and chorus their agreement. Well, almost all, Jules tells me that he’ll see what he can do. Little shit.

“Good. I’ll text you all with the finer details. You can go now.”

“Wait, what happened to dinner?” Tav asks, because he’s always on the scrounge for food. I thought it would have waned, what with him living with Blanche now.

“I can’t feed you, I’m too damn busy! I have three days to get this surprise sorted for Debs.” I start shooing them out while they all huff and puff at me but I dont give a shit.

I have to figure out the perfect timing for mine and Dayz’s fireworks. I also have to write a speech and take care of some personal grooming. I overheard Fox and Nitro saying how much women appreciate a man with a trimmed bush, and even though I’ve never thought about it, I think Debs will appreciate the effort. That can be done the night before, I don’t want to get too eager and trim up too soon and give her stubble rash or anything.

With that on my mind I make my way upstairs to sort through some things. I never lived in this house with my late wife, or with my son for that fact. After he and his wife died the kids agreed to raze the “murder house” to the ground and start fresh. Though she may never have stepped foot in this house, there are reminders of her, for the kids. I won’t remove her from the house, as she has every right to be here, but I will make space for Debs’ late husband to join the walls. She told me that in New Zealand the Maori have a “death wall” which is not as morbid as it sounds. The pictures of their loved ones who have passed have pride of place on one wall, pictures of the living not able to be hung with them until they too have passed on to join their family.

Standing in the hall at what I think will make the best death wall, I stare up at the pictures of my wife, son and daughter-in-law. There was once a time where I wished I was up there with them. It’s been a long time since I last had those thoughts, mainly because I had four kids who depended on me to guide them through life. I don’t think we’ve done a bad job, the five of us, but I can see how much richer our lives have become in the past year. Finding love, whether it’s with a partner or with a group of men who understand us, has definitely been a change for the better. I may have had my reservations in making Debs mine, knowing full well that I will die before she does and I wanted to save her the pain of losing another love, but knowing that she has both my family and the DRMC to get her through it settles any doubt that I had in me.

Now, to make her mine.

Ana

“Oh my gosh I’m so happy and excited for Mama and Pops! Like, how amazing is this surprise going to be?” I say to Gus’s back.

I’m days away from giving birth and my waddling has turned from cute, to pissed off duck.

“I’m glad you’re happy, sweetness, because as weird as it sounds, Pops will be your new step father,” He snorts a little and then lets out a chuckle.

“Nope, he’ll always just be my Pops.” I huff out. We’ve walked for 30 seconds and I’m already out of breath. At least we’re at our porch. “They’ve been seeing each other for quite a while, why do you think it’s taken him this long to make it official?”

Gus gazes down at me thoughtfully while guiding me down onto the couch. I sit down heavily with a groan and he gently lifts my feet to place them on the ottoman. I try not to look. A few months back I was having lunch with the girls at a cafe in town. I went to raise my feet up, saw how swollen they were and burst into tears. Not the nice, happy kind. The heaving, snotty kind. Dayz left immediately and Remy, Nat and Blanche had to call Gus out of a security meeting to come and calm me down.

“Pops would say it’s because he doesn’t want to be tied down. But I think the real reason is that he’s scared.”

I frown up at my big, sexy husband who knocked me up. “Scared of what?”

“He’s old. Older than your mom,” he raises his hand when I open my mouth,”Think about it, they both know the pain of losing their other half. I would say Pops was trying to spare Debs having to go through it again.”

“He’s just so sweet,” I whisper out, then the tears come and I let out a wail reminiscent of a widow at a funeral.

“Come here baby.” Gus sits next to me on the couch, his strong arm curling around my shoulders pulling me into him.

He smells so good and his arm is so muscular and his chest is so hard. He must sense my breathing change because he leans back slightly, tipping my chin up with his finger.

“I love you so much, Ana.” he rubs his thumbs across my cheeks, swiping my tears away, then leans down, his lips press to mine gently.

I pull back a fraction, to pull my legs up, curling them beneath me so I can get closer to my husband. I suck on his neck a little, then, like the hippo I am, I try to get my leg over his lap so I can straddle him but this goddamn beach ball of a belly is in the way.

“Do you need me, baby?” his deep voice murmurs, his thumbs gently brushing my tight nipples through my dress.

“Yes, please Gus! I need you so bad.” I’m panting and we haven’t really done anything yet. I would have thought that I would have given up sex by now, but nope, I still need him to fill me at least once, preferably twice a day.

“Ok babe, on your knees.”

He helps position me on my knees, my ass out while I rest my arms along the backrest of the couch. I would be worried about the low angle for him, but I know that he’s never skipped a leg day, so I’m sure he’ll be fine. If I’m honest I don’t really care, I just need him inside me. Now.

His large hands smooth over my arse, down the back of my thighs until they hook under the hem of my dress. Cool air hits my backside when he flips the material up onto my lower back, leaving me exposed.

“Fuck, baby, have you been walking around with no panties on all day?” he asks, his fingers dipping between my thighs, slicking through my lower lips, and circling where I desperately need him.

“Gus, please!”

I yelp when his hand comes down on my left cheek, before his rubs out the sting.

“Answer me, Ana. I want to know if you’ve been walking around with this sweet pussy uncovered.”

I growl, “Yes! My undies keep rolling down my stomach and it’s uncomfortable. Happy?”

“Very,” he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath causing goosebumps to break out down my spine. I feel his large body behind mine, his cock lining up, and then in one brutal thrust he’s exactly where I need him to be.

“Hold on baby, this will be quick. You feel so fucking good, I dont think I’ll last,”

I nod frantically and hold on, my head lolling back as one hand cups my belly, and the other grasps the back of my neck. I fucking love when he holds me like this. He pulls out and then slams in again and again, and after the fourth thrust I can feel my body racing toward what I was craving.

“Oh God, I love you baby, I love you so much, you feel so fucking good.” He groans long and low when I clench down on his cock, my very own groan joining his as his thick cock hits the part of me that feels oh, so good.

“Oh Gus, don’t stop, right there, right there!” I scream as he pounds me over and over, his brutal grip sending me higher and higher.

I feel my orgasm building, swirling and clenching in my lower belly before stars burst behind my eyes and my peak barrels through me in wave after wave of pleasure. There are no thoughts, no words, no sights or sounds. It’s just me and Gus as one, as I shake around his thickening cock. In one last hard thrust he fills me, stilling behind me and the kick of his cock and the warmth of his cum sets off a chain of little flutters in my pussy.

“Holy fuck babe, you are so wet, it’s gushing all over me,” he chuckles, kissing me gently on the neck. “Let me get a towel to clean you up, stay right there baby.”

The weight of him eases from my back, his cock the last remnant of him with me. He eases back, and with a pop his cock releases, and so does what feels like a torrent between my legs.

“Oh fuck! Babe, are you OK? Fuck, shit, what? Is this? Oh shit, oh shit!” His voice gets higher and higher and I know I need to stop him from spiraling, but my waters just broke on the couch and my naked arse is in the air.

“Gus! Where are your Tums?” I yell at him. His retreating footsteps mean he’s left the room for the moment, so I gingerly turn, trying to miss all the fluids from Gus and myself.

I can hear him in the cabin, and he’s talking a mile a minute to someone, so I know that we’re about to be invaded at any moment now. I don’t mind the family being around while I labor, but I do mind that some poor nurse is going to have to examine my vagina and she may still have traces of Gus in and around her, so I waddle my way to the bathroom and strip off.

The twinges across my stomach kick in as soon as the warm water hits it, and I roll my eyes at myself. I’ve been having these cramps since yesterday, but I figured it was more of those Braxton Hicks things. Maybe I should have paid more attention. And maybe not had hot, hard sex with my husband just before.

“ANA, WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE SHOWER?

Here we go.