Finally Linc gives me the release I have been chasing, and I scream in to his hand. A hand which is quickly replaced with his mouth. With one last thrust, Linc groans into my mouth. A groan I swallow as Linc finds his own climax.
Shaky from my climax, I am grateful to be lying on the couch. Due to the climax Linc has just given me, I doubt if I will be able to stand without my legs giving way. It is several more minutes before Linc pulls his cock out of my pussy and disposes of the condom. When he returns, he has several wipes to clean me with. While he is busy cleaning me, my world crashes. Linc's ministrations bring home what I have done and where I am. Embarrassed, I scramble up with the intentions of finding my clothes and escaping. Shit, in the waiting room my friends are waiting for me. Mortification at my actions, has my body turning a deep red.
“
What the fuck?” Anxious to leave. I begin to panic.
“Hey Babe calm down.” When Linc realizes how hysterical I have become, he pulls me into his arms. “Hey there’s nothing to worry about. Now that I’ve found you, I'm not letting you go. You and I are getting married. You know?”
I throw him a look that clearly states he has lost his fucking marbles. But to hide my own self-consciousness. I glare at the paper toweling covering the couch. “I now understand why you put paper towels on the couch.”
Without breaking eye contact. Linc takes my face between his hands.
“Babe. This is a first for me. I swear I have ever done anything like this in the studio.” With another butterfly kiss he swipes my ass “Now get dress Babe. We have stuff to do.” It is not long before we have the studio clean and prepared for Linc’s next customer.
No matter where I am in the room, Linc is there, continually offering me words of comfort. While he is repeatedly touching me.
When I make my move to leave. Linc asks me to stay, and because I want to stay. I do as he has asked. After the last customer has left and we have closed the studio, Instead of taking me home. Linc rode to the airport. By morning, I am Mrs Lincoln Davies.
Placing my memories back in their box. I study the man I love. Baby Blu’s right, I do miss the sex. However, it is more than the sex I miss. I miss Linc. Time to turn this up a notch. I need my tattooed man back in my bed. On my terms.
“Hey Baby Blu?”
“What?”
“Tie Me Down are holding an amateur night. Right?”
“Cassie whatever you’re planning. Tabby will not let you do it.”
“Maybe not. But we can ask Rayven to help.”
“If Inferno finds out I’m involved Cass. I’ll be in trouble.”
Chapter 3
When I saw
Cassie in the yard. It reminds me of how much I have fucked up. I miss my girl, and want her back. Due to my stupidity, which has almost destroyed our marriage. I have opted to stay at the club, while trying to heal the rift between us. However this is proving to be a mistake. The room at the club is full of small reminders of Cassie. Each item mocks me, reminding me of what I am missing. Cassie did not claw her way into my heart slowly. No, she jumped in, and hijacked it with just one look.
For the last six weeks I have played it Cassie’s way. As much as I wanted to, I have not pushed her into bed. Instead, I have let Cassie control our relationship. Each evening when I visit, I let her send me back to the club at the end of the night. Fuck, I am too old for this crap.
I have had enough of this messing about. Devil's Comfort is about to leave on a four day run, and when I return, Cassie, and I are going to talk. It is time for me to move back home. I miss my home and I miss Cassie being in my bed. She may not like the idea. Sure we have a few problems which we need to sort out. However, living the way we are is not the way to resolve them. Although the first thing we are doing on my return. Is dirtying those fucking clean bed sheets. Then we will do the girly crap and talk.
I am powerless to change what happened. Fuck, I cannot blame my actions on alcohol. If I could change what I did, then yes I would. This is the only time I cheated on Cassie. Fuck, the excuse I have is weak. In my head I needed to prove to myself that I was a man. Fucking low sperm count and all that crap.
At five feet six and with her voluptuous body. Cassie is my Marilyn Monroe. She is curvy in all the right places and I worship her tits. I miss waking up each morning with her toffee curled hair trapped in my hands. Touching the silky strands, and drawing her scent into my nose is another ritual I am missing. Fuck, just thinking about her and what I want to do to her glorious body is getting me hard. Shit, I need to stop thinking about Cassie and her body. After all, it is going to be almost another week before I can do anything about it.
“Hi Linc.” Kiss me, I beg silently.
“Cassie.” I want to say so much more. To take this woman into my arms, and to love her. I want to wash away the pain I see in her eyes. Powerless, I reach out to slide my hand down the side of her face. To cup her chin in my large hand. The touch of her hair. As it brushes against my flesh, brings me out in goose bumps, causing me to shiver. Breathing in deep, I lean in to take her lips in a kiss, and she steps away. Away from our kiss.
Pain assaults my body and I close my eyes. I do not want Cassie to see the hurt her rejection has caused me. Gathering my composure I release the breath I am holding. Slowly I open my eyes to gaze into her hazel ones, letting my hands drop as I step away. I do not have the time to fight now. But soon I will.
“Linc.” Cassie repeats my name to gain my attention.
“Yeah Babe?” Licking my dry lips. One kiss Cassie is all I want, I think to myself.
“We need to talk. When you get back, we put everything on the table.”
Although Cassie’s words are what I want to hear. A wave of panic assails me. Fuck, I want more than to talk, and now that Cassie has requested one I find myself becoming anxious. Is she telling me this is it? The end. No fucking way. Cassie is mine, and no one is having her. But me.
Stroking her face once more. I take this last touch with me “Sure Babe I’ll be back in five days. Now kiss me.” This time, there is no hesitation as I trap her face in both my hands. The kiss I give Cassie possesses everything that I own. Fervently I hope and wish she gets the message. That I am hers.
“OK boys’ time to roll” Inferno the president of the MC shouts across the yard. Turning towards his voice I notice that he has just said his goodbyes to Baby Blu. Behind them is Tabby, and with him is Rayven, who is still giving him grief.
Before I let Cassie go, I tell her that I love her. However she does not return the words. What is left of my heart, breaks a little more. With a slight nod of her head, she takes my hand in hers to kiss the palm. This is all I need. It may be small, but it is a sign that I might not have lost her.
Feeling the tension in my shoulders as we leave the compound, I take one last glimpse at Cassie to give her a wave. As I ride out of Comfort Springs, the final image I have. Is of my girl returning my smile with a wave. Just like that, one smile from my girl and the tension in my body begins to dissolve.
By the time we reach the small charter of Devil’s Comfort, where we will spend the night the sun has begun to drop. Bear is his usual entertaining self, and has organized a party for us. At five feet four, he may be a small man, however what he lacks in height he more than makes up with his strength. His hugs are a vice grip, and when he lets you go. You have no choice but to shake your body out. Only to be relieved when you discover, you do not have any broken bones.
If there’s one thing Bear will be remembered for, it will be for the way he and his brothers throw a party. There's booze flowing freely, and on the spit is a roasting pig. If you are seeking female company, there's a fine selection of whores available. Tonight, all I want is a whisky and the pig. It may have being six weeks since I last got laid, but knowing Cassie is at home waiting for me, I can go another five days.
I settle into a spot near the spit. The heat from the flames warm my face. Contented with the bottle of JD in one hand and a plate of pork in the other. I lean back to enjoy the evening. Lazily I watch the brothers as they enjoy themselves.
Dec and Fudge make fools of themselves with some of the girls, who are lapping up their antics, as they vie for the attention of the two large men. Inferno is on the phone, smiling at whoever is on the other end. With a quick glance round the yard and a long drink of his whisky, he heads inside. It will be sometime before he will remake his appearance. As I reach for my phone to ring Cassie, a shadow beside me catches my eye. Tabby, the club’s treasurer is placing his big body next to mine.
“Not partying tonight?” This is unusual behavior for Tabby. Just as his name suggests, Tabby is the MC’s number one man whore. His love of the ladies rarely finds him without one.
Languidly he rolls his shoulders. “Maybe later” he mumbles into his whiskey.
“So who’s watching Rayven while you’re away?”
Twisting his body to glare at me, his hand rubs his face as he grumbles “Fuck.” Before answering “Crabby.”
“You trust him?” Hell Crabby is a man whore in the making.
Throwing his head back in a roar of laughter. “Shit, Sure do. I warned the boy before I left. That if he laid one finger on her, he wouldn’t’t be touching another person for some time.”
Shrugging Tabby’s answer aside I take another swallow of my whiskey as my mind drifts back to Cassie.
“How about you and Cassie?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Why the fuck did you do it Linc?”
Unhappy with Tabby’s probing I try to ignore his question. But my memories have me dragged back to that fateful day. The day I lost everything.
Cassie wants a baby. Hell so do I. A little Cassie who I can spoil. Even thou I am aware of how unlikely that is to happen. I still see our little girl playing with a dog.
After eighteen months of trying, and being unsuccessful, Cassie went and made arrangements for us to go for fertility tests and I had indulge her. I neither argued nor dithered about doing the tests. Now I wish to fuck I had. Happy in my ignorance, all that changed when we received those fucking results. Low sperm count the doctor said. What the fuck would he know? I have been fucking since I was sixteen. Sure there are no little Lincoln’s running around. That has nothing to do with my inability to reproduce. It was down to the fact that until I met Cassie, I always used a condom.
Over the years. I have faced many tough situations. But nothing had prepared me for this visit. Confidently I sat in the patient’s chair, supporting Cassie as I held on to her hands. As they squashed mine. Everything was going to be OK. Then the fucking doctor opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry Mr Davies. Your results are back, and your sperm count is low.”
When he had spoken, my mind went blank. As he continued with his spiel, I wanted to connect my fist with his face. Instead I let go off Cassie’s hand and left his office. Shit I had even treated Cassie to the silent treatment on the way home. All I could think about was getting on my bike and been on the open roads while I left everything behind.
Lost in my grief, I was unaware of how long I cruised the roads. All I know is that I irrevocably ended up at the club, and that there are several missed calls from Cassie. Instead of returning her calls. I switched the phone off, before pocketing it. Once inside the club I made straight to the bar for a bottle of Jack D. Half a bottle of whisky was drunk straight before I gave it much thought to find a corner to sulk in. The burn of the alcohol had done nothing to ease my pain.
I was failing. As a husband I had failed. I was unfit to give my wife what she wanted. As a man I had failed. Cassie has never asked for much. And the one thing she wanted. I could not give to her. Another mouthful and the bottle is finished. My head was beginning to buzz. However, this does not prevent me from getting a second bottle. Or from drinking another large amount in one go. For all the buzzing in my head. The pain does not fade.
When one of the dancers from Tie Me Down came over and sat on my lap, I did not bother to rebuff her. Fuck, I should have told her piss off then. Instead she became my anesthetize
From her over bleached yellow hair and slender figure. Down to her small tits. The slut is poles apart from my Cassie.
Looking at her and wanting to prove that I was a man. I let her wiggle her ass against my groin. The small stirring of my dick was all the encouragement I needed. The journey to my room is hazy as we stumbled our way up the stairs. Fuck it. Apart from her panties and my jeans I had not even bothered with removing our clothes. There was no foreplay, no kissing. I just fucked her. Hell, If Cassie had not walked in when she had, I doubt I would have been able to finish the job. My fucking dick was already starting to go limp. Fuck, what a day this is turning into.
Cassie’s voice had quickly sobered me up. Hastily I had leapt out of the bed to follow her out of the bedroom, begging for her to listen to me. When she walked out of the club and closed the door softly. It was as if she had slammed the door to my heart.
The next day I returned home with every intention of talking to her. To give her anything she wanted. And what had she wanted. Nothing. Just time to think. There was to be no returning to her bed. No sex. Especially not until I had the all clear from the doctor. I had the fucking all clear. And still there was no sex. How we are living now has to fucking change.
Coming out of my reverie, I answer Tabby “Fuck if I know”