Chapter 62 I pictured Catalina riding him while I took her ass.
Catalina
Two weeks can go by in a blink. Jenna and I were doing great, all things considered. My cuts were still tender. The doctors just took the stitches out of my shoulder, my chest, and my side. The one on my leg healed quicker, so those stitches came out a few days back. The marks on my back are just faint pink lines now, thanks to that cream Vice gave me. I guess they weren’t as bad as they looked. Even the burn on my foot is better; I can walk on it fine now, no pain at all.
Jenna’s bruises faded fast. There’s a faint yellow shadow near her eye, but the black eyes are gone. The small marks on her skin have healed up. The doctors said we were in great shape, and that eating right probably helped a lot.
We took our wedding dresses back to the shop for a final fitting. Jenna’s needed to be taken in again, she lost another fifteen pounds since the attack. She’s gone from a size sixteen to a twelve since she’s been with Torque. Being happy looks good on her. And, as she tells me, all the sex is a hell of a workout.
We got our boudoir photo books today. With the guys gone on a club run for three days, it was the perfect time to look. All the Old Ladies were crowded around the kitchen table with us.
“God, these are incredible,” Carrie said, flipping a page. “My mom did an amazing job. Clown loved his book. The boys are going to lose their minds.”
“Oh, Jenna,” Lori said, pointing. “This one. With your head back on the bed, your mouth open just a little… damn, girl. I’m straight, and even I want to fuck you.” Lori was Doc’s new Old Lady. They met a month ago at the grocery store, fighting over the same grapefruit, and ended up in the bathroom together. They’ve been stuck like glue ever since. She’s a little older than the rest of us, but she’s cool. We all love her.
“Well, thank you,” Jenna said, grinning.
“Catalina, I’d kill for an ass like yours,” said Hattie, Carrie’s sister. She’s visiting and hanging around Butcher for now.
I looked at the picture she meant. I was bent over, back arched, arms stretched out. My head was tilted back, and in the mirror behind me, you could see the lace of my thong. “Thanks,” I said. “I work hard for it.” Everyone laughed.
“So when’s the big day?” Carrie asked.
“We talked to the boys,” I said. “They get back tomorrow, then it’s the club party. Friday they’ll need to recover. Saturday is Butcher’s birthday—I hired three singing telegram girls who agreed to strip. You okay with that, Hattie?”
“Oh, yeah,” Hattie said with a wink. “I like to share.”
“So this weekend is full,” I finished. “We’re thinking next Saturday. Are you all free?”
A chorus of yeses answered me.
“Good. Now I just have to tell the men.” More laughter filled the kitchen. We spent the next hour planning Butcher’s birthday barbecue. Jenna is making the cake. It felt good, laughing with my girls.
Later that night, I missed Viper so much it was a physical ache. I knew he’d be home tomorrow, but my body didn’t care. I was wound up tight.
I went to my nightstand and got out the toy with the suction cup. I took it to the bathroom and stuck it to the shower wall. Then I opened the recording app on my phone and hit record.
I started with a slow strip, taking off my shorts, my shirt, my bra. I bent over for the camera, ran my hands over my ass, giving him a view. Then I started the shower. I let the water run over me, soaping up until suds dripped from my breasts. I got the toy ready, checking the phone angle. Perfect.
I worked the tip against my back door, pressing slowly until it slipped past the first tight ring of muscle. A low moan escaped me. The pressure was so good. I moved back and forth, taking it deeper, until I was panting. I forgot about the phone. I started rubbing my clit, imagining it was Viper under me, his mouth on me. In my mind, I saw his tongue circling my clit, then flicking fast. I moaned louder. I pictured him licking into me, fucking me with his tongue while I moved on the toy.
I slid two fingers inside myself. The wet sound echoed, and I cried out. I was so close. I moved faster, fucking myself with my fingers, fucking my ass on the toy. I took it all, bottoming out, and screamed as I came, my body shaking, liquid spilling over my hand. I slipped off the toy, landing on my hands and knees, shuddering for a full minute.
Holy shit. One of the best I’ve ever had.
I started giggling, breathless, and then I saw my phone, still recording. I got up, turned off the water, and picked it up.
“Hope you liked the show, baby,” I said to the camera, still catching my breath. “I was thinking about you on your knees under me, using your mouth while I fucked my ass. I love you. I miss you so much. I want you in my ass, Viper. That’s something new for us. I love you.”
Viper
I watched the video for the third time. I came for the third time. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. My girl was right. We haven’t tried that yet. Something I plan to fix.
I groaned, cleaning myself up. My woman knows how to get to me. I am the luckiest bastard alive.
I thought about the first night she walked into the clubhouse. That tight dress. The way she looked at me. The way she took me in her mouth. The way we fucked on my bike. She’s been up for everything. She’s made every fantasy real.
I’d told Beast I’d never let him have her again, but I’ve been thinking about it. He’s one of my best brothers, next to Torque. I trust him. I pictured Catalina riding him while I took her ass. I looked down. One more time before I sleep. Tomorrow, her, Beast, and me are going to have some fun.