14. Sunday Family Picnic
Chapter 14
Sunday Family Picnic
G race
This was déjà vu.
I was waking up in a strange bed, and kisses were being placed on my shoulder.
By the time we had made it back to the clubhouse and unloaded my car, it was still early morning. Sabre had told me most of the brothers wouldn't be awake until noon, and the picnic didn't start until one for everyone else. He had ordered the brothers to go back to bed and then led me to his room.
Unzipping my dress and helping me with my shoes, he had made sure I was laying comfortably before he had stripped and climbed in behind me. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he had whispered in my ear, "This is going to be the best nap I've ever had." I hadn't told him I felt the same as I placed my hand over his forearm.
Now my eyes were fluttering open. My hair was to one side, and I felt him lick from the bottom of my hair line down my spine. I tried to pretend I was still sleeping, but I felt him chuckle against my skin.
"I know you're up," he whispered in my ear.
I sighed. "I bet you say that to all the women in your bed."
"I distinctly remember trying to lure you." He wrapped his arm tighter around me. "Looks like you came willingly."
"I haven't come yet," I whispered.
He laughed and placed his forehead against my shoulder blades. "Are you going to stop me this time, mama? I am not starting something you're not finishing. "
"What if you're not a sure thing, and then I've started something for nothing?" I tucked my hand under the pillow, hiding the smile that was tugging at my lips. "There are plenty of other men here that could fill in for you."
He growled against my back and gently rolled me all the way over so that I was facing him. His eyes danced with excitement. This was our version of foreplay.
I pretended to go back to sleep as I snuggled closer to him. My smile gave me away, and he saw through my act. Kissing his pec, I drew random designs against it with my tongue. My eyes were still closed, but I could smell and feel him surrounding me. It was better than an aphrodisiac.
"What is this? Some sort of fucked up snuggle fuck?"
"You said fuck twice," I commented dryly. Opening my eyes, I tilted my head back so that I could look at him. "Stop talking and do it."
He sat up and arranged the pillows on the bed. When they were to his liking, he reached for me and helped me to lean against the mountain he had created. "The only thing I want to snuggle with is your warm, wet pussy."
He wasn't even touching me, and I let out a groan.
He chuckled again. "Let's see how loud you can scream."
Placing his hands on the wall above my head, he leaned in and claimed my mouth. The kiss was passionate and wet, a preview of what was to come. Leaving me breathless, he licked down my chin, past my neck, to the valley between my breasts. Making swirls with his tongue, he traced the curve of my left breast. Pulling the cup of the bra down with his teeth, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I didn't recognize the moan that escaped me.
"That's it, mama. I want to hear you," he praised me.
When he had had his fill, he did the same thing with my right nipple. I was close to coming, and he hadn't even touched me where I needed him.
He pulled away from me. "What do you think? Should we see if you can come from this alone? I am up for the challenge." He smirked. It would have been arrogant on any other man. On him, it was mischievous.
I shot him a look through my hooded eyes. Grabbing the back of his hair, I tugged until his mouth was back at my breast.
Going back to my left nipple, he sucked it into his mouth until it became sore. It was like he instinctually knew when to switch so that I would beg for more. He'd nip at my nipple, lick his way to the other nipple, and start over. My moans were low but frequent. I couldn't hold them back. My body felt like it was riding a tidal wave. The slow, gentle climb, floating above the crest in the middle, and then the final push over. Sabre would give me a few seconds to find the shore, only to start all over.
As I came back to reality from the last orgasm, I felt Sabre's hands on my thighs, gently massaging them. I let my legs fall open to give him room. He lay in between them but stopped. Placing his fists on either side of me, he balanced on his arms, so that he was right above my belly.
"I know you don't like sharing, but just this once, give your daddy a break. I promise I won't traumatize you with my dick." Before I could make a wisecrack, he kissed my belly and continued.
If the first round of orgasms had been gentle, this was anything but. He slid my panties down my legs, and that was all the warning I had. I tried to reach him, just to touch him for some sort of grounding, but I couldn't. Grabbing the sheets was my only anchor to reality. I'd die a fortunate woman. No complaints.
I bucked my hips as much I could, but I couldn't gain any leverage. I tried to use my heels to push up, but the sheets were silky. There wasn't enough grip, and I ended up hitting him underneath his chin. Sabre laughed it off and held me down by my hips to stop any further exploring. I let my head fall back on my shoulders, not bothering to silence the sounds that were rapidly forming on my lips.
"That's it, mama. Let them hear you come for me."
Releasing one last scream, I felt like I was airborne, flying above the clouds. As I came down from my high, I watched as Sabre moved towards me. He slid his arms around my limp body and held me tight. This must have been aftercare. I didn't know. I'd never experienced it. Kissing my temple, he said, "That wasn't even my dick."
As I formed a response, there was a loud bang on his door.
"Warn the single brothers when you're going to do shit like that. Now, I have got to take care of it myself."
***
Eventually, we had to leave his bed and help with the preparations for the picnic. Sabre was outside with the other brothers, making sure there were enough tables and chairs. I wanted to be helpful and waddled my way to the kitchen. Slowly opening the door, I stood just inside, unsure of how to introduce myself to the three women working.
"Hello, I am Grace." That was dumb. "What would you like me to do?" I directed my question towards the two women standing at the sink. They turned as one when they'd heard me, smiles on both of their faces.
"You really are pregnant, girlie." I spun towards the sound, and that was when I realized that the waitress from the bar was standing at the stove. Her hair was teased out more than I remembered. She wore a similar outfit as she had in the bar. Tube top, short skirt, fishnets, and stilettos.
"Should you be standing so close to an open flame with all that Aqua Net?" I was trying to break the ice, and I hoped she would catch the awkward joke. I didn't have to worry about the other two. They howled with laughter, grabbing the counter and each other to hold themselves up. They eventually collected themselves and the older woman walked towards me.
"Hello, Flo," one of the women said. "I am Bear, and I don't think I have ever seen Dee speechless." She winked at me, pointing towards the woman at the stove.
Bear had to have been in her late fifties or early sixties, but she looked like the epitome of a biker chick. Tight tank top. Short shorts and heels. She had laugh lines around her lips, and her eyes were kind as they twinkled from her amusement. I immediately liked her.
Bear led me to a barstool at the island counter. "Sit," she said, as she helped guide me.
"I can stand. Just show me what you need done." I wanted to be helpful. Good first impression and all.
"I haven't seen that boy smile in a really long time. That's help enough," she said as she walked toward the sink.
"I am Raven," the third woman said to me, twirling a piece of her salt and pepper hair. I didn't say a word, but she chuckled. "My old man named me that many moons ago. You obviously know Dee," she continued as she nodded towards the waitress.
"We've met," I said politely.
"She thought you were turning your nose up at the club's liquor, like you were too good for it. We heard about it for days afterward until Sabre stepped in."
"I didn't mean to," I said, making wide circles around my bump.
"You weren't showing then," Dee said in a huff.
"No, not really, and the dress was puffy."
The conversation lulled as they continued to prep for the picnic, and I jumped the gun a bit. "If you give me the napkins, I can wrap the silverware."
They howled again.
"Someone would have a fork in the eye for sure," Bear piped up, still chuckling.
Raven came around the counter and wrapped her arm around my shoulders in a side hug. "Honey, you're precious. If we gave those assholes real silverware, we'd never get it back."
As they worked, I listened in, adding a comment here and there. They even let me fill the vegetable trays, making me feel included.
** *
The backyard was full of people. Brothers, wives, girlfriends, parents, anyone, and everyone, and I loved every minute. The food was delicious, and I had a smile on my face all day as I mingled.
"Give it back, fucker."
I was sitting at a picnic table in the backyard, chatting with some of the other wives that lived in town. When I turned towards the sound, I had to shake my head at the sheer childishness of it all. The last time I had checked the food table, the bowl of potato salad had been sitting in the ice. It was now tucked in the crook of Pretty's arm. He was cradling it like a football.
"It wasn't yours. I am saving it," Pretty said, twisting his body so that the bowl underneath his arm was further to the back. He looked like he was ready for a fight.
"For what? Potato salad wrestling? That's not enough," Count retorted. I had met him earlier in the day, and I recognized him from his blue spikes. He tried to reach for the bowl, but Pretty moved further away from him.
"It's so good. I am going to rub it all over my dick."
"You won't need much. Now pass over the rest." Count tried to swipe the bowl again from Pretty but missed and knocked into one of the other brothers.
"That's what the girls say when they're with you." Pretty wasn't giving up. He turned his back on Count and tried to walk into the clubhouse.
"Wreck say the same thing?"
Even I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I'd heard the rumors, but I hadn't asked questions. It wasn't my business, and I didn't think gossiping would help me make a good first impression.
Pretty turned around, placed the bowl on the ground, and launched himself at Count. No one broke it up, and I didn't dare try. When the first sign of blood appeared, Sabre pulled them a part with Grizz's help.
"Family picnic. I am sure if you ask Grace nicely, she'll make more," Sabre said, holding Pretty with an arm wrapped around his chest .
When Pretty looked over at me with an innocent face, I nodded. It wasn't a big deal, and I was sure the ingredients were in the kitchen. I'd poked around in the cabinets earlier, and it looked pretty well-stocked. The women had told me that Chef was the brother responsible for the kitchen. He loved to cook, and no one minded eating.
The picnic went on after that without a hitch. I made acquaintances. I refilled drinks and played hostess. When I found a tray in the kitchen to load a round of refills, that was when I realized what I was doing. These were not Matt's business associates that couldn't do for themselves. These were Sabre's brothers. Shaking my head and smiling, I left the tray in the kitchen and walked back outside. After this round, they would have to get their own drinks.
It was getting dark, and some families were packing up to take their kids home. As they said their goodbyes, the numbers dwindled. That was when I realized women were arriving. Women dressed to bag a brother. If I thought Bear's clothes were tight, she had nothing on them. Skirts that barely covered their asses. Tube tops. Thigh highs. I couldn't help but watch them. I'd never be comfortable wearing something like that, but more power to them.
I was sitting with Bear, Raven, and Dee when they noticed what I was watching.
"Girlie, if you're a vestal virgin, go to bed now," Dee said to me.
"How bad?" I asked. I knew exactly what she meant. There were club girls that satisfied the needs of the single brothers. These women were going to get anything they could from anyone they could.
"You might learn a few things," she continued.
"You could go reciprocate," Bear said, wiggling her eyebrows. "The brothers have big mouths, and you were the talk of the morning."
I shook my head, letting my hair cover my face and trail down over my shoulders.
"Don't worry about it. I heard it was hot as hell," Raven chimed in .
"I am going to go die now," I said as I got up from the table. Their laughter following me.
I entered the clubhouse and made a beeline for the bathroom. My bladder was the size of a pea these days. As I opened the door, I saw there was a young blonde girl at the sink. She looked at me and shook.
"Hello, I'm Grace," I introduced myself. I was trying to put her at ease, but she shook even harder.
She walked towards me, as if she wanted to escape, but I leaned against the door. "What's going on?" I asked her. I had seen her when she came in with a group of women who had hung around. However, I hadn't met her, and I didn't think I'd done anything that warranted the shakes.
"Flo, I am so sorry." Her voice broke. "I didn't know, and he called me over."
"What are you talking about?" I was confused, and this conversation wasn't heading in any direction.
"The girls told me he was free, and when he called me over, I took my chance. I didn't know he was with you. If I had, I would have never done it."
"Start at the beginning and tell me everything," I told her. "You're not in trouble," I quickly added.
"I gave Sabre a blowjob." Her lips quivered, but the shakes hadn't stopped.
"That's it?" I asked. I wasn't sure what to do with that information.
"I don't think he was into it because it took forever, and my jaw got tired. I was about ready to give up when he became feral. I thought he'd take me upstairs."
She looked at the floor and dug one of her high heels into the tile.
"He called me mama. I thought I was special, and that I'd finally found a man of my own." She laughed, but there was no hint of humor. "I put it together when I heard him call you mama today. We're both blonde. He probably imagined you during the blowjob."
"I am sorry," I said to her with a shrug. I didn't miss the irony of the situation. Laughing hysterically, I just looked at her. She must have thought I'd officially lost it .
As my laughter died down, I waved my hands over my baby bump. "My soon-to-be ex-husband told me he had to picture my cousin. You're telling me that the other man in my life used me as a fantasy. I know it sucks for you, but that's a tremendous ego boost for me."
She smiled as if we were sharing an inside joke. Her shaking had stopped.
As I washed my hands, a cold sweat came over me. Were we together when this blowjob had occurred?