13. 12 - House of Cards

12 - House of Cards

Tillie assured her sister that all was good at the house with the kids. There were no strange cars, and she hadn’t seen any weird men around. Once Reesa received confirmation that all was well, she heaved out a huge sigh and then collapsed into my side.

We were sitting on the edge of my bed, since the room I had at the clubhouse wasn’t much. There was a queen size bed, a dresser, and one chair that held a stack of my laundry I hadn’t bothered to put away. This was the same room that had been my home, for the most part, since Poppy sold the home that had been left to her by her family when she decided we were done.

I’d been saving to get my own place away from the club but hadn’t pulled the trigger on doing it yet because doubts still hung in the air about whether I belonged here in Georgia or with the club at all. As we sat there together in my shabby ass room, it made me wish that I had taken the time to settle in somewhere despite my concerns about the club.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” I leaned in and wrapped my arm around Reesa’s shoulders and tugged her closer into my side. “Anything.”

“Why didn’t you do more than kiss me the other night?”

“We were on your front porch and your kids were home, baby. Was I supposed to ravish you there and hope they didn’t wake up?” My words were meant to tease her and make light of her question, but I knew she was about to demand a real answer.

“Seriously, this might sound strange, but I felt like I owed it to you to take things at a slower pace. You have kids, and I know you’ll want to make sure we’re headed somewhere solid before we tell them that we’re together. I thought you might also need some adjustment time because your husband was your high school boyfriend. Figured you weren’t really that experienced with relationships and whatnot, considering.”

She snuggled deeper into my side and inhaled. “I love the way you smell. Not sure if it’s cologne, the soap you use, or maybe it’s just you underneath it all.” She breathed in deeply and then let it out slowly again. “It’s comforting.”

“Glad you think so.”

“My daughter told me that I should date you because it seems like you care. Plus, you really impressed her with the flower bit the other night.” Reesa looked up at me and rolled her eyes. “Heaven help any boy who tries to date her and doesn’t come baring gifts.”

We both chuckled at that. “Shit, I didn’t realize I was setting some teenage bastards up for failure.” I thought about it for a minute. “Actually, that’s probably a good thing. It’ll help weed the shitheads out before they ever get further than the front door.”

“Is this where you live?”

I nodded my head reluctantly. “Been saving for a place, but it’s been up in the air whether the club was going to remain in my life, so I didn’t buy local to avoid the regret if I got locked into this town while being out of the club. I wouldn’t leave on bad terms, but with the way the women of S.H.E. hate me, it would be a less than desirable place to settle without my club at my back. Sometimes, it still is with them there.”

She pulled away and stared into my eyes. “Are you going to leave?”

“No. Once I met you, I knew that wouldn’t be an option any longer, unless you blew me off. But things with the club are shifting right now and I think it will be for the better.”

“Poppy said something about how things were changing too. Is it something you can talk about?”

“Our President is stepping aside.” I chuckled darkly. “More like he’s being forced to do that. There’s some stuff going on that even I’m not in the know about, but if he’s gone, the club will be a better place for me.”

“He didn’t like you or something?”

“More like his woman didn’t like me. She blamed me for her own actions and between the two of them they decided I was going to be their whipping boy for all of their problems. The past two years has been a nightmare and made me seriously think on leaving the club. I’ve been a part of Aces High since I grew up a club kid in the Tallahassee Chapter. It would have killed me to leave the club, but the way it was going with those two, it was a close call.”

“What kept you here?”

“Originally, it was when Spike’s son showed up. Griffon needed someone he could confide in because his life was shit too, and I guess he saw that I would understand. He came to me and never left my side.”

“I think it’s great that you had one another. What does Spike think about it?”

“He’s a good man with his hands full right now and he appreciated me stepping in and being there for his boy.”

“It looks like I owe Griffon for helping Ariel and keeping you around.”

When I turned, our eyes met and what I saw there sent my world spinning. Admiration. Respect. Lust. Maybe something a little deeper that I refused to put into words because it was far too soon for shit like that. Still, I was blown away by the amount of faith this woman had in me after years of feeling like I was nothing more than an undesirable afterthought to most people.

Reesa moved so that her body curved around the front of mine. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. Normally, having a woman in charge wasn’t my thing, but she deserved a little control in her life too, so I complied.

Her lips met with mine. They were soft, warm, and I could smell the tiniest hint of whatever fruity lip balm she had on. When she playfully tugged at my bottom lip before releasing me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her around, so she was straddling my lap.

“Remember when I said I was trying to go slow for you?”

Reesa nodded her head and then smiled at me before her lips nipped at the shell of my ear and she whispered. “That sounds like a dumb idea.”

My fingers tightened on her hips as her mouth came back around and met with my own. Our lips parted, tongues tangled, and I drowned in that fucking kiss. In her. Before long, Reesa pulled back just a bit and then nibbled her way down my chin, then she licked the column of my throat as her hands reached between us and lifted the edge of my shirt. She seemed to remember it was a button-up and then showed her impatience when she grabbed each side and ripped it apart, sending a couple buttons to scatter around my room.

“Damn baby. Here I was worried about coming on too strong and you’re going all she-hulk on my clothes.”

“Walker?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Shut up and get naked.”

I chuckled but did as she asked. I finished the work she started on my shirt as she slid hers up and over her head. Her silky, dirty blonde hair trailed down her back in a waterfall as the shirt pulled free. The lighter hair and her pale skin were in stark contrast of the black lace bra she wore. “Fuck that’s hot, Ree.”

She traced her fingers down my chest where a gargoyle stood watch over my heart. The stone golem was meant to represent me guarding myself from ever harming another woman again. Ree’s fingers traced the bastard so lovingly, it made me wonder if he might just guard me from fucking things up for her instead.

“He looks so fierce, like he’ll protect us from whatever gets thrown our way.”

“Yeah, baby. I think you’re right.” She trailed her fingers down lower and started to undo the button of my pants as her lips gracefully trailed sweet, open-mouthed kisses across the lucky fucking gargoyle that used to guard my heart. I was almost jealous of the bastard until she crawled backward out of my lap and slid down between my legs to fish my cock out of my pants.

I was harder than the fucking gargoyle she had just given all her kisses to. When her fist wrapped around my girth and gave an exploratory pump, I thought I would come in her hand like a fucking chump.

“Can I put my mouth on you,” she asked as her eyes rolled up to meet my own.

“Baby, that’s a question you never have to ask me.”

She grinned wickedly and then stuck her tongue out while she maintained eye contact and licked my cock from root to fucking tip before she sucked the head into her mouth and hummed while she sank down as far as she could go on my cock.

“Holy shit, Ree.” I hissed. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Mmmm.” That hum was the only acknowledgement my woman gave before she bobbed up and down on my cock. When she tried to reach into my jeans to caress my balls and had difficulty, I reluctantly pulled her sexy mouth off my cock long enough to get free of my jeans and boots. Then she immediately went back down on me in the same way, with a long, drawn-out hum that was almost my undoing.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna blow down your throat before either one of us is ready.” I gritted the warning through my teeth as I tried to hold off the tingles that erupted in my balls and signaled the beginning of the loss of my control.

Reesa said nothing. She also didn’t stop what she was doing. I knew, without a doubt, there was a difference between the blow jobs I’d been given all my life and a hummer. Those two things were not synonymous. I didn’t even have a clue if that was why the term “hummer” had ever been coined, but in my mind there was now a definitive difference.

My spine tingled and I reached out for a handful of Reesa’s silky as fuck hair. “Gonna blow. On or off, baby?”

She sucked harder and hummed louder. “Holy fuck!” I used her hair to guide her movements at that point because I was already at the point of no return. “Fuck, Ree, fuck! Gonna come down your pretty little throat, baby. Need you to drink up every last drop.”

She hummed louder in response and squeezed my balls as she gave a gentle tug and that was it. I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in her mouth as I kept her hair fisted in my hand and the other gripped the side of the bed as if it was my fucking lifeline. My eyes rolled back, and electric pulses zinged up and down my spine.

I had never been taken out so hard by a fucking blowjob in my life.

“Wow,” Ree huffed. I opened my eyes to see her pupils blown with lust, making her eyes appear almost fully black in color. “I’ve never done that before.”

“You – Wait, what? You’ve never given a blow job before?”

“Oh, no. I’ve done that, but I read something about the humming thing and thought I’d try it because I really wanted to impress you.” The shy way she said it had me instantly hard again.

“Get the rest of your clothes off, baby. I’m about to fuck you into this bed, that dresser, the wall, and any other surface I can pin you to, until you can’t feel your bones beneath your skin anymore.”

Reesa’s only response was to hop up and remove the rest of her clothes in record time. “Baby?”

“Yeah?” She questioned as her eyes met mine. Her hands hovered over her nearly flat belly, and I moved them away to see a scar there. “First, anytime you want to give me a hummer, my cock is yours.” She giggled at that, which cut the tension a bit, since she seemed a little shy being naked in front of me. “Second, don’t ever hide your body from me. You’re perfect just the way you are, scars and all.” I tipped my chin down toward the scar. “That from your kids?”

She nodded her head. “Josh Jr.”

I slipped my finger under her chin to raise her eyes back up to mine. “You brought life into this world and that is your fucking battle scar. Wear it proudly. Don’t ever hide proof of how fucking amazing you are from me.”

“Oh, shit, Walker. You’re going to make me ugly cry while I’m standing in front of you naked,” she sniffed.

“Nuh-uh, none of that.” I brought my mouth down on hers and kissed her senseless. “Now, it’s time to turn your world upside down the way you just did for me.”

I reached under her arms and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could scoot up to the top and get comfortable, I grabbed her legs and brought her middle down to the end of the bed. Then, I got on my knees and ate her delicious pussy until she was squirming and begging for God to save her from the orgasms.