Unbroken (Fighter Erotic Romance #4) (13 page)

A-TRAIN.
Brotherhood between friends is an interesting thing. I have always felt my brothers in the motorcycle club had become as close to me as I could ever be with another man. I must admit, I was wrong. Shane and Ripp are brothers to me and they always will be. They’re the type of brothers you’ll sacrifice everything for. I love them with all of the heart I have left to love with.

Kelsey is almost like a father to me. No longer than I have known him, he has proven to be as solid of a man as I have ever met. He’s got a temper and one hell of a smart mouth, but he’s earned his spot on this earth; and I respect him, his age and his experiences.

My time here in Austin has been pleasurable enough I now call this place my home. There’s been some discussion on beginning another chapter of the MC here, but I have no idea if it will ever actually happen. For now, I’ll just continue to do what it is I need to do to survive.

Breathe in, breathe out, and not kill anyone between breaths.

I reached down to pick up Casey, “Listen up, little man.”

As I raised his face to mine, he smiled. Seeing a baby smile is one of the best things a man can see. You know it’s genuine. Babies are about as honest as a human being can be. Babies don’t bullshit you and tell you what you want to hear. Babies are straight up honest. And a smiling baby is a happy baby.

“Your old man is a good fella, you hear me?”

“He’s a good solid man, so you make him proud of you as you learn from him, you understand?”

He laughed again as I held him over my shoulders. Seeing him smile allowed me to forget all of the bad on and in this earth we live in. Watching him causes me to have faith God is surely looking down on all of our lives with a little mercy and compassion. This kid is damned good for me.

“That’s what I thought. I knew the minute you were born you’d be a good listener. You see, we grow up a product of our environment. Violence breeds violence, and a loving family teaches compassionate behavior. Your parents are as good as gold. They love you. And Ripp and I love you, little man. You need to know if you ever want someone to just kick it with you can always come to uncle A-Train. Remember that. I’ll keep telling you, just in case your little baby brain forgets. But I’ll be here for you, little man. Always.”

“You see, my old man was a pretty good dude, but he didn’t so much care for kids. Me? I’m different. I like little fellas like you. One of these days, I just might have to have one of my own. Maybe make a little brother for you. Some might call him a cousin, but that’s not the case. Are you paying attention to me, kid-o?”

He giggled, opened his mouth, and released a little bit of baby slobber. As I wiped his lips off, he attempted to watch on my finger, but lost focus.

“We’ll need to work on that, wont we?”

I moved my finger back and forth in front of his face slowly. As I did, his eyes followed it for the entire time.

“That’s better. We’ll tell your old man when he gets home you’re going to be a good baseball player. He’ll be excited. Bur remember, always keep your eye on the ball little man.”

He grinned and spit out a little of his lunch. After I wiped his face, we got back to our discussion.

“Brothers are brothers, and don’t ever let anyone tell you differently. Your aunt Katie and I might just make you a little brother or sister someday. If she’ll marry me, that is. I asked her father for permission, and he gave me the go ahead. I just need to make sure I’m ready for everything.”

I heard the garage door open as we finished talking about the possible marriage proposal. Dekk and Shorty had returned from the movie.

“Keep that marriage stuff quiet little man. Got it?”

“Right here,” I said as I held my clenched fist out, “pound it.”

Babies invariably have clenched fists. Further proof they’re always ready to make a promise and have every intention of keeping it. As I pounded his fist, he laughed.

“I know, the thought of it makes me giggle too,” I grinned.

As I carefully placed Casey into his swing, I wiped his mouth one last time and kissed his cheek.

“We don’t want your folks thinking I held you the entire time they were gone, so keep that quiet too.”

Filled with gratitude and appreciation for everything Casey provides me, I bowed my head and closed my eyes.

If you let me make Katie a part of my life, I’ll make you proud Lord. I certainly will.

SHANE.
“There’s only one of us who doesn’t drink and it’s you Shane. It’s gotta be you,” Kace pleaded.

“Dude,” Ripp burped loudly, “I’m drunker than a motherfucker; I can’t drive.”

“Are you telling me there isn’t one in this entire house? Not one? Anywhere?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I turned toward Vee, “Is this a joke?”

“I don’t joke, so no, I don’t have one. I’m sorry, I’m just drunk too. We shouldn’t have had all the wine earlier,” Vee responded.

“I swear,” I sighed.

“And you probably ought to take my car and the kids. They’re still awake, and there are two car seats in the back,” Vee said as she reached into her purse.

I turned to face Kace and shrugged my shoulders, “Babe?”

“I’m sorry Shane. She’s,” she covered her mouth and appeared to almost vomit.

“I almost barfed,” Kace giggled.

I shook my head.

“I did. A little bit came up, but I swallowed it,” she laughed.

And everyone began to laugh. Everyone except me.

“I’m sorry Shane. You
should
take the kids. We have no business watching them, we’re drunk. It snuck up on me,” Kace giggled.

I shook my head and took the keys from Vee’s hand. Taking the kids for fifteen minutes was no big deal to me. Taking the kids to get tampons was a big deal. I didn’t really want to be seen in the store with a box of tampons. The condition of Ripp, Vee, and Kace was nothing short of awful. What started as a Dallas Cowboys football game on the television ended up being a drunken catastrophe.

“Fine, I’ll go. You coming?” I asked Ripp.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll go. But I ain’t carryin’ them fuckers to the register,” he laughed as he bent over to pick up Jessie.

I walked to where Casey was on the floor. After picking him up and Kissing Kace, we walked out to Vee’s SUV and started our trip to the CVS Pharmacy down the street. As I pulled up to the parking stall, I realized I knew absolutely nothing about buying tampons. I also realized I left in such a hurry, I forgot my phone.

As Ripp and I walked into the store, he immediately started being Ripp.

“Hey where’s the…”he screamed.

Before he finished speaking, I swung my arm his direction and punched him in the stomach.

“Dude, that was unnecessary,” he howled as he grabbed his stomach.

“Just follow me, I know where this stuff is, kind of,” I said as I raised Casey up far enough to rest him on my chest.

As we walked up to the tampon display, Ripp stared at the selection.

“Dude, they’ve got big and small. Shit, Does Kace have a big or small pussy,” Ripp asked.

“Ripp, shut the fuck up,” I snapped.

“Well, they do. Look at em. Light, Regular, and Super. So they’re big, medium and small. Look in the little window,” he said as he poked his finger into the cellophane on the side of the box.

“Well, shit,” I sighed.

“Just get one of each,” he shrugged.

“If I take home
Super’s
, and she doesn’t use Super’s, she’s going to be pissed. She’ll accuse me of not knowing what size pussy she’s got,” I said, frustrated at the fact they all weren’t the same size.

“Well, she’s tiny. Does she have a tiny pussy?” Ripp asked as he stared at the boxes, holding his finger to the box to compare the size of the tampon to the size of his finger.

“Ripp…”

“Ain’t none of these fuckers as big as a man’s cock, dude. Hell if she can fit your cock inside of her twat, she can shove
any
of these fuckers in there. Maybe all at once, huh?”

“Damn it, Ripp,” I growled.

“Well, I’m just saying. Dude, you’re hung like a mule. Maybe she doesn’t want to shove a big tampon in her little twat, hell I don’t know,” he hesitated and picked up a box and shook it as he looked at it.

“Maybe it’s supposed to be a pleasurable thing. You know, like a dildo. Vee’s got a dildo as big as a horse cock. Amazes me. But…”

“Ripp!”

He placed the box of tampons back on the shelf and shrugged, “Sorry bro. I’m just drunk.”

I stared at the boxes and tried to decide what to do. The smart choice was to get the light ones, and claim she had a tiny pussy. No girl wants to hear she has a big pussy, no matter what. If nothing else, she could use two. I grabbed the box and turned to walk toward the register.

“You getting’ the little guys?” Ripp asked as he ran to catch up with me.

“Yes,” I responded sharply.

“Good choice. It’s what I would have done,” he said as he adjusted Jessie on his arm.

I placed the tampons on the counter in front of the clerk. She appeared to be 18 years old or so. As she looked down at the tampons, she smiled. As she looked up, she smiled even more.

“You’re the boxer. Dekkar,” she giggled.

I nodded my head.

“My dad is a huge huge fan,” she smiled.

“Tell him I said thank you,” I smiled as I reached for my wallet.

“Would you consider signing something for him, he’d just die if you did. Say maybe like, uhhm, the receipt?” she asked.

“Sure,” I shrugged.

She rang up the tampons, and dropped them into a small plastic bag.

“That’s $7.32,” she smiled.

I handed her a ten dollar bill and waited for my change.

“Hey, not to be personal, but do girls like having big tampons in there or little ones, generally speaking?” Ripp asked.

“Ripp!” I shouted as I turned toward him and gave my best scowl.

“It’s okay. You’ve never bought them before?” she asked.

We both shook our heads. Ripp pulled the box from the sack and held it up in front of the clerk.

“He got her the little guys. His girl is small, like you. She’s maybe a buck and a nickel,” Ripp said as he looked my direction and shrugged.

I nodded my head sheepishly.

“Well,” she began.

“The Light, Medium, and Super have to do with menstrual flow, not
size
,” she whispered.

“But they’re different sizes,” Ripp explained as he once again poked the box with his finger.

“The large ones are more absorbent. The smaller ones less,” she smiled.

“Shit, Dekk, you learn something new every day,” Ripp grinned as he dropped the box into the bag.

“Here’s your change,” she smiled as she handed me my change from the purchase.

I reached for the pen which sat beside her register and pulled the receipt from the slot in front. After I signed my name, I handed it to her and smiled.

“Tell your father I appreciate the support,” I said as I picked up the bag.

“Okay, thanks,” she grinned.

As we walked out to the truck, I shook my head, “I’m glad no one saw that.”

“Why?” Ripp asked as he began to walk around the vehicle.

“Well, it’s embarrassing. I’m just glad no one knows,” I said as I unlocked the car.

I opened the rear door and placed Casey into his seat. As I buckled the seat belt, Ripp stared across the width of the vehicle as he buckled Jessie.

“Yeah no one but her dad, your biggest fan,” he laughed.

What?” I asked.

“Dude, you just signed a receipt for her dad. It’s gonna say seven dollars and whatever cents. And on the side it’s gonna give a description of what you bought.
Small Tampax
,” he laughed.

Sometimes it is as if we can’t win when it comes to women. Other times, it’s as if we can’t lose. As I began to back out of the parking spot, I turned and looked through the interior of the vehicle and out the rear window. As I did, Casey smiled and attempted his best version of speaking. Every day, he seemed to change a little more. Become a little more able and a little more mature. But, no matter what, he’s our son and he’s incredible.

I guess, all things considered, I’d have to view myself a clear winner.

KACE.
When my period finally ends, I am a horny mess. Generally speaking, seeing Shane walk around the house half dressed in jeans, socks, and a wife beater is sometimes more than I can handle. As soon as my period is over, it’s
definitely
more than I can handle.

“Pull ‘em down,” I demanded.

“Kace, he’s going to wake up,” Shane complained.

“He just went down for a nap, pull ‘em down,” I said as I reached for his belt.

“Kace…”

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered as I pulled his belt loose.

“Kace, he’s going to…”

“He can’t get up and walk in here, so, shut it, Shane. You don’t like it when I suck your cock?” I asked as I got down on my knees and pulled down on the waist of his jeans.

“I love it when you suck my cock, babe,” he responded as he turned and looked around the room.

“Look down
here
,” I said as I pulled his half hard cock out of his boxer’s.

“Babe, you know I can’t do that. It drives me crazy,” he whined.

If I ever wanted Shane to fuck me, all I had to do was start sucking his cock. I loved sucking his cock anyway, but he couldn’t stand it for very long. He says it feels too good. Most of the time, he makes it for about five minutes, and he pulls out of my mouth and starts fucking me really good. The problem, if you can call it one, is he only lasts for about fifteen minutes if I suck his cock first. I love it. Seeing him enjoy something I can do or provide makes me happy.

And wet.

I admired his thick cock and opened my mouth. As I began to suck it, I pressed it into my mouth until it would go no further. As I slid my mouth up and down the shaft, he tossed his shirt on the floor, and kicked his jeans to the side.

God, I love seeing you naked.

I glanced up toward his face as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He was looking toward the living room, trying not to pay attention. I slid my mouth down the shaft and licked the tip of his cock and stared upward.

“Say it,” I said as I licked the tip of his cock.

“Kace…”

“Say it,” I licked the tip again.

“Kace, I don’t…”

“You know you want to feel it in my mouth. Deep in my little throat. Say it,” I smiled.

“Suck my cock, you little slut,” he growled as he turned his gaze downward.

“I said suck it,” he demanded as he grabbed my hair in his hand.

There we go.

Instantly.

Wet.

I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me. The things that I desired sexually made me question if I was some type of sexual circus freak. After reading all of the erotica books on my Kindle, I realize I am not the only one out there with these desires. I’m not abnormal, and having certain sexual desires or wants is normal. No matter how weird they may seem to someone else, as long as it’s with the man I love, it’s healthy.

And it makes me cum.

Hard.

“Suck that fucking cock, you little whore,” he said through his teeth as he pulled my hair backward and pushed his cock deeper into my throat.

I felt my wetness begin to literally run down my thigh. Hearing him talk like this, and knowing subconsciously he truly loved me was more than I could take. I may not last the fifteen minutes he normally lasts if he keeps this up for much longer.

He pulled backward on my hair sharply, and pulled his cock from my mouth. The pain on the back of my scalp tingled as I looked up.

What did I do wrong?

Standing over me with his cock in his hand, he slowly stroked it. I looked up into his eyes and waited. He shook his head slowly and shoved his cock back into my mouth. As he held my hair, pressing my head into his cock, I did my best to please him.

“Suck it,” he grunted.

“Suck that big fat cock.”

“You want me to fuck you? You want to feel that big fucker in that little wet pussy of yours?” he asked.

His cock still in my mouth, I looked up and nodded my head. I felt sharp pain on the back of my head as he pulled my hair and stepped back from where he stood.

“Pull your shorts down, you little cocksucker,” he demanded.

I reached under my dress and fumbled to find my panties. As I eagerly pushed them to mid-thigh, he reached under my dress and yanked them harshly, breaking them from my thighs. He held the torn panties in his hand and turned me around to face the sofa.

“Bend your little ass over and spread your butt cheeks,” he said as he pressed his free hand into my upper back.

Oh god yes.

I bent over the arm of the couch and reached back and spread my lower butt with my fingertips. He dropped the torn panties on the cushion below me and grabbed my waist. As I felt him begin to fill my pussy with his thick cock, I bit my lip and waited.

As his hands gripped my waist, he began to find his rhythm and fuck me forcefully. His hips slapping against me ass made a sound I loved to hear. As I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of our skin slapping together, I began to feel myself come to climax.

“Oh god. Fuck me Shane”

Never stop fucking me.

As I began to cum, he must have sensed it, or felt my pussy contracting. He says he can feel it on his cock. I looked down as I felt his hand under my stomach. As he began to rub my clit, he continued to pound away at fucking my pussy hard.

My body filled with a tingling feeling from my boobs to my pussy. As he continued to shove his cock in and out of me, I bit my lip and groaned.

“Shane…”

I buried my face into the pillow on the arm of the couch and groaned into it as I came harder than I can remember in many months. As I came he continued to pound away and finger my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body as his finger ticked my swollen clit. After a few strokes, I felt myself begin to climax again. Suddenly, he hoisted me from the couch and turned me to face him.

Heaving for my next breath, I stared at him, wondering what was next. Sexually, I was Shane’s.

I’m always Shane’s.

Standing in front of me with a stiff cock and an eight pack of abs, he reached under my armpits and picked me from the floor. As he raised me from my feet, I watched the muscles on his biceps flare. Seeing him in this type of physical condition was enough in itself to make me wet. After three or four steps, my back was to the wall. After lowering me to the floor, he reached down and grasped my upper thighs in each hand.

As he picked me from the floor, I bent my legs at the knees. My back now against the wall, he held me suspended from the floor, and shoved his cock deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as my back and head banged against the wall with each stroke.

“I love fucking you,” he grunted.

“I love being…”

“Fucked by…”

“You,” I heaved.

His hips slapped against my upper thighs as he forced me into the wall. With each stroke, my head banged against the wall, reminding me just who was in charge of what we were doing. Something about being held in the air and having him fuck me made me feel as if I was truly his.
Shane Dekkar’s little slut.
 

For a few more minutes.

Two or so minutes into the pounding against the wall, I was done. My throbbing pussy began to tingle and felt as if it were swelling. As he continued to thrust himself in and out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to scream.

“Cum, Shane. Cum for me. Fill me with your cum,” I screamed as he pounded me against the wall.

My breathing started to sound labored.

“Kace…”

“No, do it. Cum in me. Cum with me. You feel that?”

“You feel my pussy?”

I fought for my next breath, “I’m going to…”

“Cum,” I breathed against his ear.

His hot breath against my neck, he responded, “Kace, I’m going…”

“To…”

I felt his cock swell inside of me. His swollen balls were pounding against the skin directly under my pussy with each stroke. The sensation was more than I could stand. As I began to cum, I clenched my teeth and growled into his shoulder. As I continued to climax, he bit my earlobe and growled a hot breath into my ear.

“I fucking love you,” he grunted as I felt him fill me with cum.

Arching his back, he closed his eyes and growled as he came. I opened and closed my eyes as I came repeatedly. As he opened his eyes and looked down into my eyes, he smiled.

God I love this man.

“I love you Kace,” he said as he lowered me to the floor.

“I love you,” I said as I held my cupped hand between my legs.

“Well, go,” he laughed as he pointed to the bathroom, “we don’t need that shit all over the floor.”

As I walked like a crab toward the bathroom, Casey began to cry.

“Get him up, will you?” I asked over my shoulder.

Shane stood beside the wall, naked, looking down at his half hard cock. As he heard me, he smiled and began walking toward the other side of the living room.

“Get dressed first,” I shouted.

He stopped and turned to the pile of clothes on the floor. As if he’d forgotten he was naked, he sighed and walked toward the pile and reached for his jeans.

There are things about being a parent we both don’t know yet. Some things we know, but we’re just not used to.  Overall, we’re really good parents. As I watched Shane’s reflection walk past in the mirror, I smiled.

Shane Dekkar.

My husband.

My lover.

My best friend.

And the father of our crying baby.

Perfection defined.