Bitter Sweet Deception (The Kingsmen M.C Book 4) (13 page)

His dick slides effortlessly into my scorching mouth. Every inch fills between my cheeks, reminding me of what
I’
ve been without. H
e’
s told me how much
h
e’
s
missed me, but I think
I’
ll show him rather than use words.

His light moaning echoes in between the walls of the tiled chamber and my ears. His hips move to aid the act, hands eagerly pulling me into him.

“
Good God, Suga
r…
I love fucking your mouth
.
”

His dick is throbbing in my hands, dancing around my tongue. His legs tense, thighs tightening under my hands. The water rushing around us is
n’
t easy to hear past, but his breathing comes through. His panting breaths come hard and fast, his body preparing its release.

I know i
t’
s the wear the road has taken on his body, his fatigue, leaving his body in a state of languor, as I know my man can always last longer than this. But the warning signs are showing themselves, that h
e’
s close.

“
Sugar, I-
,
”
 
his facial expressions give away his struggle, I know h
e’
s trying to last.

I suck deep, letting him pop as I release him to speak,
 “
Let it go, baby. Give it to me
.
”

I take his length back inside and he does just as
I’
ve asked him to.

CHAPTER TEN

Mmm hmmm mhmmm. Wait. What the fuck? Am I
humming
?

The bubbling from the nearby coffee maker is increasing in speed, letting off a tiny stream of steam from under the lid. I flip the power switch to leave the warming plate on and reach for two of the largest mugs in the cupboard. As I move to close the cabinet, the smallest of movements catches my eye.

A tiny little foot peeking out from behind the pantry corner snatches itself back into hiding. A
h…
I have a visitor.

“
These chocolate chip pancakes sure look delicious
,
”
 
I speak out loud to my secret admirer.

I flip two of the flapjacks onto a plate and place it onto the wooden table. Le
t’
s se
e…
how can I make this irresistible for him? I think I have an idea. Taking the can of whipped cream from the fridge, I shake it hard, walking back to his plate.

“
Le
t’
s se
e…
I think they need some eyes, and a nose, and a smil
e
”
 
I move the can to draw the specified shapes on the short stack of pancakes. A small amount of cream drips onto my finger as I finish my edible artwork. My pointer finger finds its way to my mouth, and I clean the richness from my skin with a swipe.

Holding my warm coffee mug close, I take my seat at the table, across from the bo
y’
s breakfast. I see his toes sneak out once more from behind the wall. This time, his shoulder peeks out, and the
n…
a widened, yet hesitant, eye watches me. His eyes dart back and forth from me, to the hot breakfast set out for him. I see him lick his miniature lips hungrily.

I move my gaze to set on him, and smile. He promptly retreats back behind the protection of the wall. I laugh to myself and sip on my coffee.

“
Those pancakes look so good.
I’
d hate for them to go to wast
e…
maybe
I’
ll just have to eat them myself if no one else will
.
”
 
I lay more bait for him.

A quick pitter-pattering of steps hurries themselves across the room and Brendan hops up into the chair, preparing to devour his morning meal. He picks up his fork and dives into the melting ribbon of whipped cream.

“
Would it be alright if I cut that up for you
?
”
 
I ask him.

He nods his head up and down vigorously, eager to dig into his food. I smile at his reply and move my seat closer to him. I take the butter knife from my own place setting and meticulously operate on the pancakes, creating smaller pieces.

The little boy becomes restless, moving about back and forth, impatiently planning his assault on the food. I hand the fork back to him when the preparation is complete, and he wastes no time in accepting it to select the most appealing piece to start with. He hovers his fork over his plate excitedly until h
e’
s made his choice, stabbing the food and stuffing it in his mouth.

His eyes are fixed on me as he chews. I smile back and his plump little cheeks blush.

“I’
m sorry I did
n’
t get to say hi to you last night when you got here.
I’
m Charlie
.
”
 T
he young boy nods at my introduction from across the table.
 “
How are the pancakes
?
”

His chubby cheeks are busy chewing his mouthful of food, but his eyes look delighted. Noise brings my attention behind the child, as his father stumbles in and enters the room in a sleep-grog state.

Brendan watches me as he works on his plate, either oblivious to his da
d’
s presence, or uninterested in it. Clink pauses long enough behind the boy to muss his hair and plant a kiss on top of his head.

“
Morni
n’,
slugger
,
”
 
he greets his mini-me son, while winking at me from behind Brenda
n’
s back.
 “
You two getting to know each other
?
”

He pours himself the mug
I’
d set out for him, and turns to rest against the countertop, facing us both. His plaid pajama pants are untied, but hanging over his hips. His chest is bare, muscles dancing as he crosses his arms, watching our interaction.

“
I think w
e’
re on the right track
,
”
 
I smirk to my new buddy.
 “
Want another pancake, kiddo
?
”

He smiles, and shares his first words with me,
 “
Yes, please
.
”

******

CLINK

“
What about a spare change of clothes, in case he spills something
?
”
 
Sugar disappears back into the house to grab the clothes.

Crap
!  Here we go again! I press my palm into the steering wheel and grip hard. This is her third trip back in the house. We have
n’
t even left the driveway yet.

“
You OK back there, bud
?
”
 
I look into the rearview mirror to check on the kid. The cartoon playing on the screen in front of him has him distracted enough. His eyes are fixed on the colorful pixels displayed on the fold-down screen. I check the time on the dashboard clock and roll my eyes again. At this rate, the ki
d’
s gonna need another bathroom run before we finally get going.

Sugar locks the door behind he
r…
agai
n…
and joins us inside the cab of the truck. Smiling ear to ear, acting as if sh
e’
s just solved a worldwide catastrophe.

“
I grabbed the travel first aid kit, too. Just in case
,
”
 
she proudly informs me.

I laugh, while throwing the gear into reverse.
 “
You sure you do
n’
t want to grab his pillow and blanket in case he wants to nap
?
”

Her head perks up from the pile of children's clothing in her lap.
 “
Good idea!
.
”

Oh fuck! I push the automatic lock button quick, before Sugar has the chance to open her door. 
 “
Bab
e…
I was joking. Rela
x….
”

The frustration at possibly being unprepared is eating away at her.
 “
What if ther
e’
s something we forgot
?
”

I laugh.
 “
Impossible. And w
e’
re only gonna be gone a few hours. Ther
e’
ll be other parents there, and kid
s…I’
m sure Jea
n’
s got plenty of stuff to keep them busy
.
”
 
I reach out to grab her hand and raise it to nip playfully on her knuckles to distract her.

She scowls at me. I fucking love it! This woman can scowl at me all she wants.

“
Hey Brendan
,
”
 
she calls out behind her.
 “
Are you excited to meet Ava
?
”

W
e’
ve been preparing him for all of the people h
e’
s about to meet tonight. Out of all the brothe
r’
s kids, Ava is closest in age to him. Brenda
n’
s a quiet kid, i
t’
ll be interesting to see how he interacts with Troja
n’
s daughter. Sh
e’s…
a handful.

“
Sh
e’
s really pretty, Brendan
,
”
 
Charlie adds.

We both take advantage of our stopped position at the traffic light to look back and see his reaction. He does
n’
t disappoint, and makes a grossed-out face.

“
Cooties
?
”
 
Charlie asks him.

He nods his head up and down, while barely removing his eyes from the movie,
 “
Yup
.
”

His gelled mini spikes do
n’
t move with his nodding, though. Sugar spent enough time perfecting the hairstyle Sunny gave him this morning down at her shop, that I know sh
e’
ll flip her shit if it gets messed up before he makes his debut.

H
e’
s only been with us a couple of days, but h
e’
s getting a nice little routine going. Sugar and I agreed to have a good cop/bad cop thing going if we needed to, but so fa
r…
i
t’
s been a walk in the park. H
e’
s a damn good kid and seems happy to be with us. So far h
e’
s met Sunny and Li
l’
s. Tonight h
e’
ll get to meet everyone else. Including Ava, Lord help us.

“
Daddy
?
”
 
the tot calls to me.

I search the rearview mirror for him,
 “
Mmm hmm
?….
”

“
Can you put the turtles on
?
”

This kid loves the freakin' Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I inhale sharply when I realize that we did
n’
t bring that cartoon. Sugar sits up straight, sifting through the oversized bag sh
e’
s packed with all of my so
n’
s things for tonight.

“I’
ve got it
!
”
 
she squeals, and holds it up like a hard-earned prize. She wastes no time in switching out the discs in the player and gets the cartoon set up for him. The familiar theme song  tha
t’
s been playing non-stop in the house begins to chime through the top-of-the-line sound system.

Brendan starts to kick his legs excitedly,
 “
Thanks, Chawlee
!
”

Sugar smiles self satisfactorily at me. All right. I can give credit where credit is due.

******

The faces stare blankly back at me as I retell the story. Suga
r’
s heard it before, and tries her best not to let any biased emotions slip through.

“
She just up and left him with her folks
?
”
 
Trojan asked the question
I’
m sure all of these people gathered around us are wondering.

I shrug my shoulders.
 “
Yep. They think i
t’
s just prescription pills, but you never know. For all we know she could be shooting hard-ass shit in her veins. Her parents are old as hell and not able to take care of him, but even their place was a better spot for him than with her
.
”

Tiny finishes the last of his near empty beer.
 “
How come she did
n’
t call you
?
”

I roll my eyes. These people know Barbara. At least they
knew
  he
r…
before she became a junkie, that is. Their guess is as good as mine.

“
Probably because she knew yo
u’
d never give him back
,
”
 
Vince verbalizes his guess as he and Butch pull up chairs into our circle of discussion. They sit next to their children, Jay and Li
l’
s. Butch looks pallid and balances his cigarette and beer bottle in the same hand.