I hear a knock on the door and Shank gets up from the bed to answer it.
"Getting shit together." Ed tells his softly.
"Lemme grab my pants." Shank comes over to my side of the bed to get his pants off the floor.
"Wondered where you went off to then jewel said you and your old lady came back here. I didn't believe him until Patch came out of his room bitching he could hear you groaning through the damn walls. I assume she treated you well." I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Shank snorts. "Goddamn sex fiend."
Ed laughs at this. "Wonder what went down between her and Schiz. If she's as good as you say, I don't see him letting her go so easily."
"I don't give a Fuck why they broke up. I'm just glad they did. Now she's where she fucking belongs. Lets go." The door closes behind them.
I roll over on my back, pulling the sheets with me to cover my naked body. That quickly I go from Schiz girlfriend to Shanks old lady.
I don't know how I feel about that.
With nothing else to do, I get dressed and go out with everyone else. Shane runs up to me with ice cream.
"When are we going home?" He asks.
"Not for awhile. Were staying here with everyone else. Like camping." I try to explain to him.
All the brothers are behind the double doors in a meeting. I hope they figure out something to do with these Mexicans. We can't all stay hidden in here forever. And Once we all go back home, the can snatch someone up and use them hostage. I've seen it in my brothers club.
An hour or so later the doors open and all the guys come walking out with grim looks.
Shank comes up to me where I sit on the couch with a sleeping Shane in my lap. He silently picks him up and grabs my hand to lead us back to his room.
He continues to hold him while I blow up his little air mattress.
"Is everything ok?" I ask him.
"Not exactly. We don't know what they want so we don't know what to negotiate for peace. Its a cluster fuck, babe." He rubs a hand down his face.
"We'll figure it out." I assure him, patting his Jean clad knee. I watch as he grows in his jeans, eyes clouding with lust.
"Will we?" He asks.
I take a minute because I know he doesn't mean this shit with the club, he means with us. I exhale. "Maybe we're meant to be fucked up, Shank." I can't think of any other explanation for what we have or do or say. Its fucked up.
"We can fix it, babe. And be stable. A stable family." He almost pleads.
I finish with the mattress and watch as shank lowers Shane's little body in it and tucks him in while I crawl into bed. Shank tugs his jeans off and kicks his boots by the door, slinging his jacket on the back of a chair.
"What about your club? And Schiz?" I ask. He lies back and rolls over so that we face each other.
"What about them?" He asks.
"I was with him and now I'm with you. They're gonna think I'm a whore." I explain. I think I am. Schiz clearly thinks I am. Shank has called me a whore before too. So why wouldn't the others.
He just chuckles lightly. The sound so relaxed. I glare as he reaches put and moves a piece of hair off my face. "One of the perks to this life, babe, is we understand the grey area. Margo used to have threesomes with her ex husband and Panik. You see how much everyone respects her." He smiles. Yeah except you.
"She slept with her brother!?" I exclaim, almost shooting out of bed.
"He's not her blood brother. Just grew up together." He explains, almost laughing at my face.
"Thank god. The whole club knows?" I ask. He nods. Damn.
I take a deep breath, exhaling all the stress away. "I guess you're right."
Schiz hasn't made any indication that he wants to try to work things out with me. And I love Shank.
He rolls on top of me, locking me into place with his toned legs and muscular tanned arms. I muffle a laugh through my hand.
"I am going to make you the happiest old lady I can, Missy Anne." He promises me.
"Yeah?" I ask him. He grins down at me.
"Fucking right. You and our boy. Maybe even give him a little sister?" He runs his nose along my neck lightly. I shiver.
"One step at a time." I laugh at him. He's so excited.
"I don't want to waste anymore time, babe. I've already wasted 7 years. I should have come look for you. It wouldn't have taken long to find you. I coulda had you and our boy a long time ago if I just woulda looked." He buries his face in my hair.
I yank all of his body weight on top of me and wrap my legs around him. He mumbles and draws me closer, rubbing us together like two sticks.
"I say lets work on a second baby right now." He kisses my jaw. I squirm and laugh, pushing him off.
He pins me down with his arms and aligns us so that I feel every inch of hardness between is through my small shorts.
"Shank." I moan out. His got, wet tongue darts out from between his cushiony chapped red lips and he draws a line from from behind my ear down between my cleavage.
Without much thinking, I raise my leg to circle him higher and rub against him.
"Our son, Shane. He's on the floor." I remind him.
"Better be quiet, then." He warns me before reaching inside his boxers and fisting himself.
He's Trynna come before the sex so he doesn't come as fast. I think back to earlier and feel the heat engulf my cheeks.
"What're you blushing like a school girl for?" He asks, pumping his hand faster as he watches my face.
"Earlier. Us." I reply.
He groans at the memory. "That was so fucking hot. I've never had anything like that before, babe." He reveals.
The thought of me being able to give him something new turns me on so I place my hand over his and gently remove it so I can take over. He holds himself up with both hands above me, bent at the knees son I can reach him, and buries his face in my boobs, nipping gently.
"Faster." He breathes out.
I pump faster and reach further down for his balls to cup them with a gentle squeeze. He grunts. A little further back, I find his asshole. Without warning, I shove one finger up there and catch his lips in a hard kiss when he gasps all the while still pumping fast.
He comes in my cloth covered stomach and my hand. His groans almost what a male version of a female pornographic moan is like. I remove both hands from him to run them through his hair.
"God damn it all to hell." He collapses next to me in the bed.
I roll on top of him this time and start attacking his neck with kisses and little bites. "Tell me what you want." I whisper in his ear before licking and biting it too.
His large hands go down my shorts to cup my ass and rub my down his middle again. I pull my shirt off and let my bare nipples scrape across his inked chest. "You want me to ride your dick?" I whisper to him again.
"Sit up." I tell him. With no questions asked he sits against his head board, throwing pillows to the floor away from Shane. I crawl towards him - his eyes watching the way my hips move. Once infront of him, I take off the last of my clothes and plop down right on his still firm standing dick. He grunts and instantly snatches a hand full of my hair.
"Fuck yes, Missy." With a little push of his hand, he encourages me to proceed. I move up and down his rhythmically. His head goes back against the wall and his eyes close. I watch all the stress leave his face as the wrinkles start to soften out on his forehead.
I wrap my arms around him to bring us closer. He draws me in, caging me in his strong arms. Leaning back a little, I guide his head down between my boobs with a hand on the back of his neck and give him a second grab and squeeze before I bounce on his.
The head board rapidly knocks against the wall, causing what seems like loud bangs in the dead silence of his room. His hands go back down to my ass where they squeeze more of my curves.
I sink my teeth into his neck to keep quiet. He smacks my ass, making me cry out. I run my hands all over him, the feel of his body alone is erotic.
Releasing his neck, I trap his lips in another brutal attack of kisses. Taking his bottom lip between mine and bite. He growls beneath me.
"You're so fucking beautiful and sexy." He pulls back to breath before coming back for more. His pelvis hits the right spot and I feel my nerves start to build meant to fall into a bliss and take me too. This time, I take his tongue in my mouth and suck on it like it was his dick.
Losing his control, he slams my back into the bed and towers over my body while he rams into me. Both of us come together and stay in this position for awhile till he softens and pulls out, drawing me up close to his chest with him while the blanket is thrown over our naked bodies.
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I peel my eyes open and feel a burn in my shoulder. The whole bed is covered in blood. I shoot up into a sitting position and look around frantically. No Shank and no Shane.
I must have pulled a stitch last night. Throwing on some of Shanes boxers and a tank top, I make my way out to the lounge. Shank is with Shane on the floor, playing some video game with him and Mikey.
He's on his feet the minute he sees the blood on me. "Its just an opened stitch." I assure him. He spins me to look before taking me over to the bar to fix it.
"We should probably shower all that blood off of you." Shank puts all the medical supplies back in my bag.
"We?" I ask with a smirk.
He grins and grabs me, pushing me up against the counter and rubbing his hard dick against my ass.
I elbow his gut. "There are kids. You want me, come get me." I meander from under him and make my way to the connected bathroom. He starts for me after a little head start but is stopped when Sydney calls for him.
Come to think of it, I've never witnessed him interact with the little girl. So I stop to watch. He swoops down and picks her up. She smiles brightly at him. "Hey, uncle Shank." She says. She has a little crush on him.
He smiles dashingly back at her. He knows she does. I know he sees me out the corner of his eye.
"Uncle Shank has something he had to do real quick and then I will take all of you outside for an hour to play. Ok?" He asks her.
Knowing he's about to be on the move again, I go down the rest of the hallway to his room. On the way, I pass an open door and glance in to see Schiz pounding in to some club hussie from behind. He glances up and peaks at me through the door, giving me a wink.
I scoff and keep walking to Shank room. Leaving a trail of clothes behind me, I go into his bathroom to check out how clean the rub actually is. Not bad at all.
I fill it up with hot water and soap, forming lots of bubbles. I've just relaxed into the water when Shank busts in half way out of his clothes.
I sit up to let him settle in behind me. He picks up his rag and dips it in the water before rubbing me down. Both of us enjoying the others company.