Page 14 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
“I didn’t expect you girls to still be here,” I grunted.
Amara shifted in the bed, exposing her naked self to me from within the sheets. She wanted me to see her like that. She wanted me to see what I was missing. She had the perfect tits. Small but shapely, with stiff brown nipples to match her flawless skin.
She bit down on her lip and threw her head back seductively. Her dark shining hair swished behind her.
“I missed you, honey,” she said in a low sultry voice.
Sylvia came up to wrap an arm around me, but I focused on Amara. There was no doubt about it—she was sexy as hell. And she knew it. She knew exactly how desirable she was.
“Are you going to come join us here?” she asked.
Sylvia giggled and licked the side of my face like I was a popsicle.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter where he’s been. He’s here now,” Amara continued. I watched in a daze as she parted her legs, throwing them wide open so I could see the pink insides of her pussy. She started touching herself, stroking her clit and sliding her fingers inside.
Sylvia grabbed my hands and started drawing me to the bed.
“We’ve been waiting patiently for you, darling. We had no choice but to entertain ourselves in the meantime. Do you want to see what we’ve been up to?” Sylvia asked in a sugary sweet voice.
Amara sighed and pushed two fingers inside herself. She was going to make herself come. I could feel a twitch in my groin. My cock was thrumming awake; I had no control over how it reacted to the scene. They were both sexy, and Sylvia was now wrapping herself around her friend. They were touching each other. Their pussies slid over each other’s legs.
But I did have control over my mind.
And right now, it was clogged up with Mary-Beth and I couldn’t think about anybody else.
“Get out. Both of you. Now!” My voice was like a riot. They both looked at me in utter surprise. “You have one minute to put your fuckin’ clothes on and get the fuck out of my room.”
Their surprise turned quickly to alarm and fear. I watched as they both scrambled for their clothes. They were strewn all over the floor and the girls quickly gathered them up.
“Out!” I raged.
Amara and Sylvia were rushing out of the room with their clothes in their arms. Neither of them bothered to stop to put them on. Good. I needed them gone.
I needed to be alone so I could hate myself in peace.* * *I hated myself because I let Mary-Beth get away.
She was the only woman I could imagine a future with. The only woman who had made me feel I was worthy of having a family with.
The way I grew up, I never knew what it felt like to wake up in a bed in a warm home and hear the happy sounds of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen.
As a kid and a teenager…and for as long as I lived with my ‘family’, I woke up to the sickening sounds of my parents fighting, my dad hitting my mom or her banging pans on the walls and screaming at him for money.
We were all scared of them, my brothers and sister and I. We usually tiptoed out of the house, hoping not to be heard so we could get to school. If mom or dad heard us leaving and caught us, they’d be shaking us down for any cash we had on us. Booze. Coke. Cigarettes. That was all they fuckin’ cared about.
Even as an eight-year-old, I knew I was never going to have kids. I would never make a family of my own. I didn’t want to put any other humans through the kind of experiences my parents had put us through.
I was always afraid of turning into them.
Until I met Mary-Beth.
Beautiful. Sexy. Curvy. Feisty…MB.
She was the woman of my dreams. She fried bacon and scrambled eggs in the mornings. Sometimes, she even made pancakes. At night, she clung to me like she never wanted to let me go. When I pictured her as a mother to my kids, I knew she would be darn good at it. Fiercely protective with a big heart. Love overflowing. Smart and strong.
There was no other woman like her, and I considered myself lucky that she had ever even looked at me.
But ultimately, I couldn’t get rid of that DNA my parents had gifted me. The DNA to fight. To push away the people I loved and who loved me.
I had spent so much time being alone that I didn’t know how to be with her. How to treat her or make her happy. How to give her the home and the relationship she deserved.
