LOVED (9 page)

I thought about Erik not having parents at all, and of Bunny not having a dad. I wondered how many of the guys that Erik rode with didn’t have fathers, and if it was part of the reason that they rode in the club. Maybe not having a father made them want to be in the club for the camaraderie, and that union filled the void that their father left.

I was grateful that I had my father, and that he had always been there for me. Any time I needed him, he was always present. I imagined how hard it would be on me if my father had died, or if he wasn’t in my life. Now that Erik and I were together, I imagined that Erik would feel a loss too - if my father was gone.

Erik came down the stairs and stepped between us.

“So, know what you need?” Erik asked.

“Yeah, if you know what you want,” Bunny answered, laughing.

“Carpet?”
Erik asked.

“Yes, I want carpet, it’ll be fun,” I responded

“Fun,” they both said at the same time.

“Fun
to walk on
,” I corrected myself.

“Carpet it is. When can you do it, Bun?” Erik asked.

“Well, I need to do it pretty quick. I am out of about all other side work, and I have to get as much done as I can, just to survive,” he responded.

“Oh. Well hell. L
et’s get it done then, Bunny,” Erik said as Bunny handed him the tape measure back.

“
Sounds good, tell me when,” he said.

“Okay. Well, this weekend. Next week, whatever,” Erik said.

“I’ll start tomorrow,” Bunny said, “Be done by the end of the day.”

“Damn, okay.
How much?”

“Five hundred
. That’ll fix the porch handrail and get these stairs carpeted. I wouldn’t charge you that much, but hell, Doc. You know, I’ve had a hell of a time finding work. I’m broke as fuck,” he said.

“Deal, I’ll have the cash here to pay you,” Erik said.

“Sounds good. We’ll get carpet on ‘em. It’ll be
fun.
” Bunny laughed as he rubbed his head.

“Fun,” I giggled.

Erik and Bunny both turned to me and laughed.

“I can’t wait till you get carpet on them, then I can run up and down them as fast as I want,” I said as I
turned and smiled at Erik and then Bunny.

“
Doc’ll be right behind you, I suppose,” Bunny laughed.

“Well, I better get. It was nice seeing you two. We’ll get carpet on these tomorrow, and you two can do whatever you do, with no worries about getting hurt,” Bunny said as he hugged Erik.

“Alright Bun,” Erik said.

“Give me one, Sis,” he said as he turned to hug me.

I’ve never had so many hugs in my life as I have had since I met Erik and the club. I liked it a lot.

“Gotta take care of my girl,” Erik said.

“Take care of those that take care of us, Doc,” Bunny said.

“Amen,” Erik said.

Bunny walked to the door and opened it. He paused for a second. As he stepped through the door, it sounded like he spoke.

Amen.

ERIK.
Loving Kelli was not a decision I consciously made. I had not in the past made a decision to do so, and I was not making one now. Loving Kelli was who I had become. My desire, contrary to what some may think, was to please her and make her proud to be by my side. The thought of ever having to be without her sickened me.

Any consideration
of being without her for moments, hours, a day, or any amount of extended period of time was difficult at best. When she was away from me, I yearned for her to return. Kelli had, to me, become my reason to exist.

Entirely.

My idle moments were filled with thoughts that included her. I told her when we met that I wanted to witness her exist.

I like watching you walk. I like watching your mouth open and hearing the words form on your tongue.  I want to know you. I don’t want to know you from having you text me your favorite color, your favorite restaurant, and your list of favorite songs; I want to know you from exposure. I want to witness you exist. I want to absorb you.

The more I learned of who she was, the more grateful I was for her existence. This girl was, for me, perfect from the beginning.

Bam
.

Bam.

Clunkety clunk.

Clunk
.

“God damn it, baby girl, what are you doing?” I screamed as she
came down the stairs, dragging behind her what appeared to be a bed sheet full of rocks.

She stopped half way down the stairs.

She stood there, on the newly installed carpet, naked.

“
Uhhmm. Well. They’re all dirty and covered in mud. I’m going to wash them, the pillowcases, and wash the sheets - they’re covered in cum,” she said, smiling as if she were at a photo shoot.

“
What
, Kelli? What’s all muddy?” I asked as I stood up, walked toward, and approached the stairs.

“My Chuck’s.
All of them. I’ve been exploring out by the river. Did you know there’s a river back there? And train tracks?” she asked from the middle of the rise of stairs.

“Yes, I knew. Jesus, it sounded like you were dragging a dead body down the steps,” I laughed, now standing at the bottom of the steps.

“Nope, no dead body. Not unless you stop fucking me,” she said as she started down the remaining steps.

Clunk.

Bam.

Clunkety
clunk.

Bam.

“Excuse me,” she said as she walked passed me, dragging the bed sheet full of pillow cases and shoes along the floor behind her naked body. As she walked passed, she bumped into me and turned toward the kitchen.

I watched her leg muscles flex as she walked through the kitchen. Her gr
ace was amazing when she walked. It was as if she had been trained to do so. Watching her made me want to just…

Watch her.

“You know what I like about living here?” she screamed from the laundry room.

“What’s that?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

“I like that I can just walk around naked. It’s fun,” she answered through the laundry room door.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were coming in here, you scared me,” she said as I leaned in the doorway.

She twisted the dial and pulled it out. The washing machine started running.

I reached over her shoulders and gripped her neck in my hand. As I pulled her close, I leaned toward her and kissed her lips lightly. I continued to kiss her
lips and chin, eventually moving my way down to her neck.

As I kissed her neck, she moaned. With my left hand, I
felt along the length of her back and onto her ass. I squeezed her butt cheek in my hands as I licked and kissed her collar bone.

She continued to moan as I kissed her. I pressed her against the washing machine and moved my way to her breasts, sucking them lightly and kissing her now swollen nipples. As I squeezed her breasts with my left hand, I moved my mouth back to hers. Our lips touching lightly, I licked her upper lip with the tip of my tongue.

Squeezing her neck in my hand, we continued to kiss.

I closed my eyes and got lost in kissing her.

The washing machine clicked.

It started to sha
ke as the cycle changed to
spin.

As it began to gain speed, it started to vibrate
aggressively.

And shake from side to side.

“It’s not balanced, your load isn’t balanced. What all did you put in there?” I asked as I looked up and toward the top of the machine.

“Chuck’s” she said, standi
ng between the machine and I.

“That’s it?” I asked as I leaned forward and opened the lid of the machine.

“What in the fuck, baby girl? How many pairs are in there?” I asked.

The machine looked like a rainbow of canvas and white rubber soles.

“Eleven,” she responded as she tried to pull the lid closed.

‘They’re not balanced,” I said as I pushed the lid all the way open and released it from my grasp.

The machine began to slow down. I nudged my way beside her and looked inside at the mess of shoes.

She reached over the machine and slammed the lid closed.

The washer began to gain speed and shake violently. She placed her hands on the machine and boosted herself onto it. She wiggled into place and sat there shaking as the machine gained speed. Her breasts jiggled up and down as the machine rotated her eleven pair of unbalanced canvas sneakers.

I shook my head.

Any man on this earth that thought for one moment that Kelli wasn’t absolutely the cutest woman on earth would be a damned fool.  Her being submissive in no way, shape, or form made her weak. She was a strong woman, full of life, and was willing to take risks to get what she felt that she wanted. As she had become more comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t going to leave her, she had opened up.

And I loved who she was.

My baby girl.

“That’s it,” I snarled in as angry of a tone as I could manage.

I reached in her direction.

“What?” she asked as she raised her eyebrows slowly.

“You’re going to fuck up the machine. It’s brand new. Get down,” I demanded, trying to keep from smiling.

“No,” she said, her breasts jiggling as the machine shook.

“Get down. Now,” I demanded, my hands now on each side of her waist.

She shook her head from side to side, reached up slowly, and began to roll her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.

I pursed my lips.

“Off, now,” I scrunched my brow.

She shook her head and rolled her nipples in between her thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and shook it from side to side lightly and moaned. Her string straight black hair fell down onto the machine.

“That’s it, you little fucker,” I barked as I pulled her toward the front of the machine.

She opened her eyes and looked puzzled.

“Permission, Kelli. We’re back to asking for permission, do you understand me?” I asked.

“Sir?” she questioned.

“Fucking permission.
For orgasms. You’re going to have to get permission to have one,” I said as I placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees. I pressed her inner knees and spread her legs apart.

“Let go of your nipples and hold your legs apart, Kelli,” I demanded.

“I can just hold them…” she said.

“Let go of your nipples, Kelli. Grab your knees and hold your legs apart. Do you understand me?” I asked in a low serious tone.

“Yes sir,” she answered as she lowered her hands and cupped her knees in her palms.

“Do it, pull them apart for me,” I said.

She spread her legs wider. As she did, her wet pussy glistened and opened slightly. She was clearly already very aroused.

“
Do not move for any fucking reason, Kelli,” I said as I turned to walk into the kitchen.

“Understand?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked through the door into the kitchen.

“Yes,” she paused.

“Yes sir,” she half stuttered, her breasts shaking as the washing machine shook.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I opened the vegetable drawer and pulled out the sack with the jalapeno peppers in it. I reached into the sack and pulled out one of the peppers. I thought for a fraction of a second and gripped the pepper in my left hand. I squeezed the pepper in between my fingers and crushed it. I rubbed my fingers on the outside of the pepper for a second and tossed it into the sink.

I walked back into the laundry room and stopped in front of Kelli. Her breasts shook as the machine wiggled from side to side.

“Did you move?” I asked.

“No sir, you told me to sit here with my legs spread,” she responded in a matter of fact tone.

‘That’s a good girl. And what do you do when I tell you to do something?” I asked.

“I do it,” she responded.

“Yes, baby girl. Yes, you do,” I stated.

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.

She shook her head side to side frantically.

“No sir, never,” she said sharply.

“Ever?”
I asked.

“No. Never,” she said.

“Okay,” I said as I knelt to the floor.

I positioned my head between her legs and licked her inner thigh. As my tongue worked toward her wet pussy, she moaned softly.