MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) (20 page)

My heart slams into my ribs and my
breath shoots in short spurts, as I reel in the courage to face him one on one.
The first time since I’ve arrived that we’ve had the chance to be just us
together, with no spectators to fuel our inner tumultuous emotions.

Flicking the lock on the door, I
slowly ease the knob to the right, and at a snail’s pace, crack the seam.
Peeking through the slit, I get an eyeful of Big sitting on the lip of my bed,
bent forward, as he rakes his thick shaky fingers through his loose hair. His
hair tie, now snapped in two, lay on the floor by the bathroom door. My eyes
scan the room for any signs of Marylou or another bystander. Nobody but him and
me and the giant cloud of uncertainty is here. Oh, and our daughter, can’t
forget her.

Now partially comfortable and set at ease about his
bestial state, I pull the door the rest of the way open. He glances up, eyes
rimmed in red. He’s been crying. My heart melts on the spot. My Big is crying.
Whoa, wait
,
I mean President Big. Not mine
.

Standing here in silence, my body has
the strong urge to move quickly and fall at his feet, take his face into my
hands, and kiss the sorrow away. Not going to happen, although, every cell in
my body wants me to do just that. My sharp, logical mind knows that’s the worse
choice in this situation. So for once, I go with my brain and not my heart.

“Hi,” I whisper, walking into my bedroom and coming to
rest my back against the blank wall across from the foot of my queen bed.
 Fisting his hands, he uses his knuckles to grind the wetness from his eyes.

“Hi,” he mutters, returning to his
former position, slumped with hands in his beautiful hair.

“I’m going to stand right here.” I stomp my foot on
the ground for emphasis, “and you can say what you want to say, deal?”

“Nope,” he grunts and shakes his head, his eyes cast
on the floor.

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. You know how long it’s been since you left
me?”

“I didn’t leave you.” My reply comes back too quickly,
and I sound defensive.

He bitterly scoffs, as his right foot begins to
bounce. “Fuck yeah, you did. You left me. I
never
left you. Now answer the fucking question!” he snaps.

A jolt shoots through me at his brash, hate-filled
words. “Six months or so,” I blurt, unsure. I haven’t kept track. I knew if I
had it would’ve made things worse for me. Emotionally speaking.

“187 days. It’s been 187 days since you left me in my
fuckin’ bed, sleepin’ with a smile on my face. You know how long it was before
this that we spent apart?” he snaps his head up, eyes blazing into mine, more
unshed tears welling in his stricken ice-blue gaze.

“Well do you?!” he shrieks, voice
cracking, the hands in his hair trembling.

God, I did this to him. I did this to Big. I made him
feel this way. Such a beautiful man, and I’ve broken him. What have I done?!

I don’t answer his question for fear my emotional dam
will break, and I will turn into a blubbering idiot. Each and every little part
of me longs to take the pain away. The anguish in his eyes is eating me alive.
I’m such a monster.

I shake my head in response.

Big barks a demonic laugh, tossing his head back. “No,
of course you don’t. Why remember anything about the man that disgusts you?
Right? Having spent the last twelve years of my life falling in love with you
is the dumbest thing I have ever done. And I’ve done some fucked up shit. But
this,” he jerks his head back down to stare at the floor, “this takes the whole
motherfuckin’ cake.”

He what? Huh?
Excuse me?

“Great, Big Dick, just great. Spend a hundred grand on
a woman and every waking moment thinkin’ about her only to be slapped in the
face with a pregnancy and a weak minded, suit wearing fucknut,” he laughs
harshly, muttering to himself.

“A hundred what?”

Ignoring my question, he powerfully stands and looks
at me. I mean he
really
looks at
me. His eyes rake my form up and down and back up again. I shiver. He doesn’t
look disgusted, he looks, I dunno? Determined? Lustful?

“Fuck it!” he growls and closes in on me. I try to
scurry to the side, but his arm shoots out pining me to the wall. “Don’t move,”
he orders, and I freeze.

Fuck, what is he going to do?

Big drops to his knees, while his fingers glide down
the wall beside my head so I can’t move. Shoving his face to my belly, he
kisses it and I swallow a whimper.
He kissed
our daughter, and he doesn’t even know it.

“You’re a beautiful pregnant woman,”
he whispers, with his mouth brushing my belly and moving downward. His hand
grazes the side of my thigh and moves its way north, up my dress to my lacy
panties. Hooking his thumb into the band, he tucks his head under my dress, and
I gasp as the heat of his mouth wafts over my sensitive mound.

I’m in shock; that has to be it,
because nothing is registering right. All the synapses in my brain are firing
in tandem, with only one thought and one thought alone. Big, the best lover
that ever existed, is breathing over your pussy. This can only mean one thing.
The one needy thing I’ve been desperate to feel for a millennia. Nothing else
matters in this lust filled moment. My pussy swells, and he pushes his hand
from the wall to hook his other finger into my panties and tug them down to my
ankles. I tremble and whimper, as the rough heat of his calloused fingers skim
my thighs and my calves, and he bends forward stuffing his nose into the cleft
of my pussy. Big inhales deeply and sensuously groans, as I can no longer hold
back the soft moan that I expel from sheer arousal. His hands reach my hips,
and he digs in with his possessive fingers. Not hard enough to hurt but enough
to make me know he’s in control. I relish every second of it.

My clit throbs with abandon as my
pussy weeps from neglect. Big’s soft tongue pokes between my folds, igniting a
spike of electricity to shoot to my core. Lurching forward, I cry out, and my
hands unconsciously seek the top of Big’s head. Greedily, I push him to my
pussy, silently begging for more.

He darkly chuckles into my folds
before his tongue sweeps across my clit, and a strange tidal wave crashes
through me. My head shoots back, slamming into the wall. My eyes blank out and
my legs tremble, as I wail a wild orgasmic cry. The world tilts on a heavenly
axis, and I explode, coming as forceful shockwaves furiously pull me into the
magical world of sated bliss. Wetness shoots from my pussy, running down my
inner thighs. Big attacks my clenching hole, sucking down the juices and
frantically licking them from my thighs, groaning in satisfaction.

Moments pass, my body levels itself from
that earth shattering climax, and I sigh, combing an unsteady hand through my
hair and scrubbing my flushed face with the other. Feeling a million times more
sated than I’ve been since I left him all those months ago, that was unexpected
but oh so satisfying.

Poking his tongue into my pussy, I
weightlessly moan and return my hands to his head, savoring in the beautiful
feeling of his thick tongue probing my slick, sensitive heat. The roughness of
his late afternoon stubble brushes my swollen lips, while his nose and mouth
breathe quick bursts of arousal-induced air over my delicate parts.

Inhaling deeply, I can faintly smell
his musky arousal, as our bodies emit potent levels of pheromones.

“Big,” I whisper.

“Uh,” he grunts.

“Are you hard?”

He wantonly groans into pussy,
nodding his head, never stopping his tongue from exploring the shallow depths
of my silken hole—tasting me, savoring my juices. It’s highly erotic, and one
of the sexiest things he’s ever done. Although his warmth feels amazing as it
cleanses my skin, I am wrung out already. The orgasm, although it was quick,
has made me tired, and I feel no urge or spark to get off again. Not this time
anyhow.

“Big, I’m not going to come again. Do
you want me to help you?” I offer because it’s the polite thing to do. I also
offer because I owe him. And mostly, I offer because I am dying to see if that
monster can fit into the depths of my mouth without gagging me. Call me crazy,
but I’m up for the challenge.

Swirling his tongue in my pussy, he retracts
it and glides it up my slit, circles my clit, and licks up to my mound. He
kisses the light dusting of hair and nuzzles his nose in it, audibly inhaling
my scent again.

Big stands and swipes his reddened
lips by cupping the palm of his hand over his mouth and wiping my essence away
with an impish grin and wink. Now that is sexy as fuck.

Casting my gaze downward, I get the
eyeful I was longing to see. Big’s massive erection hugs the inside of his
right pant leg. I lick my lips and then nibble the corner of my mouth, savoring
the sight. I think of all the nasty and dirty things I want to do with that
cock…in my mouth, in my pussy….
I bite my
lip harder
…. I want to swirl my tongue around his slit and suck the
dewy drops of salty heaven into my mouth. I want to lick the length, feeling
the throbbing veins pound under my slick tongue. Then I want to suck him into
the depths of my hollowed mouth and swallow him down into my throat so I can’t
breathe. When I look up and see his eyes lidded with desire, I want to deep
throat him like no woman has done before.

“Bink,” Big mutters tearing me from
my feral fantasy.

“Uh?” I shift my gaze upward and away
from his crotch. My eyes connect to his knowing grin, and his head tilts to the
side. He’s watching me watch him. For whatever reason, it doesn’t make me
self-conscious. It only produces another batch of butterflies to release in my stomach.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks.

I could lie and say no. Part of me
wants him wondering what I really think of his cock. Or I could just be honest.
At this moment, I’m going to go with that. I’ve done enough to him already, and
he was just tongue deep in my pussy. So there’s that too.

“Of course I did. That was never a
problem for me. You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It’s a shame
it’s not out so I can get a better view.” I flick my eyes down to his erection
and back up to his blushing face.

Aww, he’s blushing. That’s so hot! I
like the redness of his cheeks and the way he shifts uncomfortably on his feet
from the compliment.
Adorable.

“Don’t blush, Big. You’re a sexy
man.” I can’t believe the word vomit that is just pouring out. I want to wash
the sorrow away and keep that shy grin and blush on his cheeks. It looks nice
on him.

“You have the sexiest hair.” I step
forward to touch it, only to be caught off balance when I look down to see my
panties are still secured around my ankles.

“Take ‘em off,” he huskily orders.

I listen and kick them off. They
skate across the room, hitting the corner. Now I take an easy step forward and
reach up to comb my fingers through the sides of his hair that drapes his over
his collarbone and down over his pecs.

“You cut it,” I take notice.

“Yes, people do that when they have
hair,” he teases, almost bashfully. Like me paying attention to him is making
him both happy and uncomfortable. I’m not stopping anytime soon, not when I
feel high from the orgasm and at ease with us being in the same room together.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this… grounded…. normal… like myself.
My real self, not the illusion I fabricate.

Taking another step forward, my belly
brushes Big’s crotch, and he hotly grunts, with his hands firmly planted at his
sides. The height difference is major, so we don’t line up at all. The poor guy
is lucky when he doesn’t have to duck to enter a doorway. Matching up to a
woman who’s pushing five foot two to his six foot eight stance makes him look
like a damn tree and I’m a bush. Hahaha, I just caught that analogy. Did you?
Hot damn. Oddly enough, I’m in a very good mood. Weird. Must be the oxytocin
surging through my veins. It’s like a natural shot of Xanax.

Lightly rubbing my belly to his
crotch, I glance up, and our eyes collide. His ice-blue eyes are smoky, his
lids heavy. The thick dark lashes of his eyes fan across his lid, curling just
slightly. Fuck, they’re beautiful, giving his eyes this raw pouty look of
uninhibited desire. My stomach jerks, as Harley makes her presence known. The
bounce of her powerful kick in my belly is faintly delivered to Big’s crotch,
and his eyes widen as he takes an unsettled step back. Hitting the foot of the
bed, he drops down, and his ass lands on the mattress with an unexpected
bounce.

“Was that?” His eyes lock onto my
stomach, his throat constricts as he swallows hard, and his hands grip his bent
knees. “Was that her kicking?” he finishes, awestruck.

I stamp down a laugh. “Yep, Big, she
has a habit of kicking at the most inopportune moments.” Instinctively, I rub
where her foot just kicked.

Big frowns and growls dementedly
under his breath. “So you’re saying this happens when you and that pussy boy
fuck?”

Well, alrighty then, I guess he’s
pissed
again
.

Big’s eyes remain glued to my
stomach. I can feel the air re-thicken with tension once his breathing
accelerates, and he grips his knees hard enough his knuckles turn white as
snow. The tick in his jaw when he’s angry throbs with the beat of his rapid pulse.
Time to diffuse the situation before it blows up in my face. Things were going
so good too. Dammit!

“Well?” he grinds out, seeking an
answer.

“Well what?” Does he really expect me
to divulge that my sex life is nonexistent? Will that help or worsen the
present problem? “Do you want really want me to answer that?” Surprisingly that
comes out all cool, calm, and collected.

Big cracks his neck side to side and loosens his
shoulders, as if he’s trying to prepare himself for a fight. “Yup,” he
definitively nods once.