CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

-:- ROCK -:-

Saturday again. Weekends seem to come around so fast these days, being busy at Hot Hogs helps with that, I suppose. I have to admit to myself that since deciding Red was mine, I’ve been wishing my days away to spend time with her and, not a little surprising, Jessica too.

That little girl is wise beyond her years. Watching how she interacts with adults has had me laughing to myself on more than one occasion. When she’s with the Three Stooges, she plays them so easily and not one of them has picked up on it yet. They are all pretty smart at doing it to others, but they just don’t seem to get the memo when Jessica has them wrapped around her little finger.

Meat treats her like a princess, though he does all the women, to be honest. Watching her on his hog when he brought her home from school was a sight to see. She reached forward and had hold of the handlebars as if she were riding it. I’m not sure if at times Meat allowed her to take control!

This morning has dragged on. Breakfast and a catch-up with some of the brothers passed a couple of hours. When they said they were heading into town for a ride out, I retreated to my room. I am not getting dragged into the whole ‘prank’ thing when they see their wheels all lit up.

Once the commotion dies down, I grab a set of keys for one of the club SUVs, slip out the gate, and head over to Red’s. I can always have a coffee and a kiss while I’m waiting to run Jessica to the Stooges for the day and night.

Arriving at Red’s, I park the SUV at the sidewalk and walk up the path to the front door. Before I get to knock, the door flies open and Jessica bounces into my arms. Red rushes out the door and starts to rant at Jessica about not waiting for her before rushing outside.

“But Aunt D, it’s Rock. I checked the little window thing from my chair first when I heard him drive up. Rock would never hurt me, so I knew it was safe.”

“Your aunt is right, Jessica. You should wait for her before opening the door. What if someone was making me come to your house so they could hurt you both? I wouldn’t have time to warn you if you came running out, would I?”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’d die before you let anyone hurt us. Even I know that, and I’m only seven.” Jessica looks at me with such conviction and belief that I look at Red and we both know we can’t argue with her logic. I would, and all three of us know it.

Heading back inside the house, I put Jessica down and pull Red in for a kiss. Feeling her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into the kiss, certainly has other parts of me sitting up and taking notice. When the kiss ends, Red’s not the only one feeling short of breath. That was one hell of a kiss.

Looking flushed, she leads me into the kitchen where she has coffee in the pot and mugs ready on the counter. I don’t know what’s cooking, but it smells divine.

“I think this whole ‘claiming me’ thing has been playing on my mind. Compatibility doesn’t seem to be an issue so far, does it?” She grins at me with a twinkle in her eye.

The coffee only lasts a few minutes and I’m out of the kitchen, calling for Jessica. Dropping her off with Amelia at the clubhouse, I get some serious ribbing from the brothers and Ol’ Ladies that are there. Everyone seems to know what my plans are for the rest of the day, which can only have come from Amelia, Bitty and Sybil.

Mia calls me to the Pres’s office. As much as I want to get back to Red, this is the First Lady we’re talking about so I can’t just fuck off. Damn it to hell. Now what?

Entering the office, I see Pres at his desk looking serious. Buzz and Drag stand by the door, as if to prevent me from leaving. Now, I’m starting to get very worried.

“Sit. I’ll get to you in a minute,” Axel states in his ‘don’t fuck with me,’ voice.

Mia looks at me, then shakes her head and turns her back. Leaning toward Pres, she whispers something to him and then kisses the hell out of him. Throwing herself onto his lap, I wonder what the hell this is all about.

“Rock! When you and Dest get your shit together, you’ll be able to do this.” Pres frowns at me, which has Mia giggling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Pres. What’s going on?” Buzz and Drag walk over to me, taking an arm each as they lift me out of the chair.

Mia giggles again and says, “We’re just messing with you. Go claim your woman and make a good job of it. Take him away, boys.”

“You evil bastards! I was shitting my pants, wondering what the hell I’d done.” Allowing myself to be half carried through the common room, everyone cheers or jeers, throwing comments like ‘sucker’, ‘what a mug’, ‘go get her, Rock’ and some that don’t bear repeating.

By the time I reach Red’s, I have regained my composure to a degree. Once again, before I reach the door, it opens and this time there’s no Jessica, just Red. She’s done something to her hair or make-up, I think to myself, because she looks even more stunning than usual.

Not realizing I've stopped to stare, I hear, “Are you going to stand out there all day, or are you coming inside?”

Walking into the house, the smell of food has my stomach making some loud gurgling noises.

“I suggest we eat sooner rather than later by the sound of that.” Red raises her eyebrows and I have to laugh. I couldn’t do much in the performance department with my stomach growling as it is.

Back in the kitchen, the table is laid for two people and looks like a top-end restaurant. Napkins, wine glasses and more than one set of cutlery. ‘Start from the outside and work your way in’. I remember that to this day, from eating at my first restaurant with my mom. Strange how some things stick with you.

Red serves up a starter of prawn cocktail, which is chilled and tastes divine. A beef stew and mash follow. The meat just melts in my mouth and the gravy is thick and rich. During the meal, we chat easily and I find myself talking more about myself than I ever have with anyone before.

Red tells me about a couple of failed relationships, and I get quite vocal when I hear how one of them was controlling and overbearing.

Now, I’m not normally a wine drinker, but we’ve been sharing a bottle of red and it’s gone down so well, we’re soon on a second bottle. When we finish the stew, we decide to leave dessert until later and we retire to the couch in the living room.

There’s no TV in here, but there’s a radio playing some chill out tunes. The drapes are closed, and the lighting is subdued rather than dim. It feels calm and relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Planting myself firmly on the end of the couch, I raise my arm for Red to snuggle in and she folds her legs under as she does.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable or relaxed. Ever. This could easily become my ‘go-to, happy place’.” Even listening to my own voice, I can hear a difference. It sounds softer and less harsh than my normal tone.

Red giggles and I look down at her. “What’s tickled you?”

“I was thinking something similar. Eating at the table together felt like we’d been doing it a lifetime, not our first home-cooked meal. I thought I was the talker, but I’ve been like a sponge, soaking up everything you had to say. It has been such a pleasure to just sit and listen, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked so much in one hour as I have today. I’ve probably used up a month's worth of words already,” I laugh.

Taking our wine glasses, she puts them on a side table.

“Rock! I think it’s time you shut up and kissed me.”

I don’t need telling twice and I place my lips gently but firmly on hers. Sucking at her bottom lip, she opens her mouth and our tongues soon get acquainted. Breaking from the kiss, tilt her head back and take small bites at her throat, then around her neck. I nibble at her earlobes while running one hand through her hair and the gentle pulling has her giving a contented sigh.

Lifting her to her feet, I stand behind her and smell her hair. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her back to me. She can’t help but feel how aroused I am, pressing into her. Reaching behind her, she runs her hands up and down the side of my thighs.

Taking my free hand, I caress her breasts and feel her deep breaths as my hand cups one and then the other. I feel her nipples harden as my caresses become more urgent. Slipping her hands between us, she feels the stiffness that is waiting and she drags her nails up and down it. This has me gasping and I hear her gentle laugh as she says, “Well, hello. What have we here?”

Turning to face me, she pulls her top over her head and pops her bra off. Pulling my head down, she pushes her nipples to my mouth and my tongue soon becomes acquainted with another part of her anatomy.

While I’m busy with her magnificent breasts, her hands aren’t idle. I feel my jeans opening and my rod gaining some freedom from its restraint. Her hands grip me and slide up and down in a slow rhythm. She raises a hand to her mouth as I watch and wets her palm with her tongue. Feeling the wet palm sliding up and down my shaft has me groaning loudly.

Slipping my hand into her pants, I can feel the moisture on her panties from her desire. Slipping a finger inside her has her gasping and involuntarily gripping my shaft harder. I feel her internal muscles clamping on my fingers.

Lowering her to the carpet, I remove my jeans and boxers. By the time I lay beside her, she has removed her pants and panties.

I take off my kutte, pull my tee over my head and throw them on the couch. Feeling Red pulling me on top of her, I have to ask, “You’re sure you want this? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But this is your time to say if you’re not sure.”

“Rock! I wasn’t sure until I saw how you were with Jessica. That was the one thing above all else that made me realize how I felt. I want this.” Seeing her moist eyes almost boring through my head, I slip inside her and seat myself deep in her core.

Gasping, she digs her nails into my back and I feel them scrape at my skin. The need and passion that I feel has me drawing out and begin to slowly plow her inner depths.

I want this to be a slow lovemaking rather than hard sex, but Red is pushing herself onto me and pulling on my hips to go even deeper. Feeling her orgasm start is the last straw for me and I begin to pound into her. As she reaches her peak and squeals, she digs her nails firmly into my back and I reach the point of no return, filling her with my seed.

Holding my weight on my elbows, I slowly get my breathing under control. Opening my eyes, I see Red looking at me, searching my face.

“Are we compatible, do you think?” I ask her, grinning.

“I can’t think why I ever doubted it. Now, let’s go have a shower together and you can just confirm it, to be sure.”

Grabbing her clothes, she heads for the shower and leaving mine where they fell, I take off after her.

Spending an enjoyable and slow-paced half-hour in the shower, we’re lying together on Red's bed. Once again, I seem to have developed a motor mouth. Red asks if I’ve any idea who this Dragon might be or if there’s a Dragon MC. This leads me to telling her the story of Drag getting ‘socked’ by the sister that came looking for ‘Dragon’ at the compound.

Hearing how Drag got hit has Red laughing until she has tears rolling down her cheeks, and this has me laughing about it all over again. Hearing how Red turned the tables from Dragon being dirty scum to her friend being a skank that opened her legs has me roaring with laughter, tears streaming down my cheeks.

As we lay there, our talk drifts from one topic to another and eventually, I feel Red’s breathing slow and she’s asleep with her head on my chest. This is the life, I think to myself and soon join her in sleep.