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“You’re a tease, Seven. You know that!” Levi yells from the bedroom.

  “A tease how?” I play along.

  “You know exactly how. You know exactly what I like.” Levi says before turning and walking into the bathroom, just as I had minutes earlier. I do know what he likes, I know every little kink and fetish my husband has. Even if we haven’t indulged in so long.

  Trying to beat him at his own game, I walk into the bathroom completely naked now and whisper into his ear, “Oh, I know exactly what you like. And I’m gonna give it to you. I hope you are ready.” Rubbing my hands along every inch of his naked flesh and grabbing his hard dick.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Seven.” He growls at me.

  I can’t finish? I can always finish what I start. His words are like a challenge and I think I just accepted it.

  “Oh, Levi. You know I can always start what I finish…” I turn from the bathroom and walk down the hallway to the spare bedroom and open my toy closet. Something I haven’t ventured into for months. I haven’t had any need to. Levi has on a number of occasions. I have to admit that butt plug was a nice touch and if I was a total bitch I would make him wear a pink jeweled butt plug too. I chuckle to myself while I grab a couple toys and plenty of lube.

  Looking at the clock on the bedside table on my way back to the bathroom I note that I don’t have more than twenty minutes to get us both off. I point at the clock… “Challenge accepted.” I say.

  Entering the bathroom, Levi is naked sitting on the edge of the tub stroking his cock and keeping it nice and hard for me. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip and I drop all the goodies I picked up from the closet on the bathroom counter. His eyes go wide with anticipation of what I have planned.

  “We have twenty minutes, but with all that…” I nod to the toy of the hour, “…I don’t think I’ll need much time at all.” I drop to my knees and have a taste of his hard cock. Call me strange, but I absolutely love sucking Levi’s dick. It gives me a sense of power I can’t get with anything else. His moans fill the bathroom air and I have to stop. I know if I keep going, I’m not going to be able to have any of the real fun I want to have with him.

  I grab the harness off of the counter and step into it. The straps are tight on my thick pregnancy hips. It’s been a long time since I stepped into this. If I recall correctly, the night we got married was the last time I busted out my beloved strap on.

  “You ready?” I ask him with a smile. His face gives away his excitement.

  “My beloved Mistress. You are back.” He says with a giant mega watt smile.

  “I guess I am.” I say with pride, and confidence. “Bend over the sink, and be a good boy for your Mistress.” He can’t move fast enough for me. “And when I am done pleasing you. You are going to lick my pussy until you get me off. Deal?” I say, knowing he will be eager to live up to his part of the deal.

  “With pleasure, my beautiful Mistress.” I can’t help myself. I know it’s not right, but I love his ass. It’s perfect and round. Probably better looking than my own, especially with these extra pounds packed on these days. I look down to lube up the rubber cock, but my belly is in the way. I want to laugh, but I try and keep a straight face. Levi sees my refection in the mirror and gives me a look.

  “What?” he asks.

  “I can’t see the strap on. My belly is in the way.” I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. It is fuckin’ hysterical. “Can’t say that’s a problem I ever thought I would have.” I reach under my giant belly, and rub some lube on the dick and then a little on Levi’s ass.

  “You ready, love?” I ask him as the tip of the strap on rests on his ass.

  “Never been more ready,” I close my eyes and think back to our first night together. How so much has changed, how soft I have become with him. I was a callous bitch just using him for the night. I had no plans of keeping him around, even though I had so much fun with him. Shit.

  I slowly push into him and I watch as one hand grasps onto the bathroom countertop and the other strokes his dick. I don’t stop him through. I let him do whatever it is that feels good to him. My hips begin to rock in a rhythm that feels amazing as the harness of the strap on presses against my swollen clit.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” Levi says as his ass bucks backwards welcoming each thrust. I can tell he is close as his hand moves faster and faster, working his own cock as I give him the rare pleasure he always craves.

  “Shit I’m gonna come,” he says. I quickly pull out of him and hurry to my knees. I want his release in my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck just as his body shakes and his come coats my tongue. I moan, with my lips tightly pressed around his cock. He pants, trying to catch his breath as beads of sweat stream down his face.

  “Holy shit, Seven.” is all he can say as he desperately tries to recover from the fucking he just got. “That was…” he can’t finish his words because I cut him off.

  “My turn…” I stand and sit on the edge of the tub and spread my legs nice and wide. My darling husband gets the picture and begins to feast on my cunt like a starving man. This is the life.

  Two hours later a small beat up Honda Civic pulls up my driveway and Lyric steps out. I watch her from the window in the sitting room, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. I make a silent note to myself to do something about that car. It looks like a death trap on wheels. As if I give a shit about the stitching or that there is a snag in the fabric. She looks as nervous as I feel, looking down at a piece of paper and back to the house a handful of times before climbing the front steps and knocking.

  I sit in the chair having an internal battle with myself. The insecurities I am suddenly filled with come from left field. I thought I was comfortable with the fact that I wanted Lyric to become a part of our lives. My mind continues to roll back to Levi’s worries of abandonment. I guess, deep down, I feel the same way; which is why we are such a wonderful match for each other. We’re both as insecure as they come.

  The front door opens and closes. I can hear Levi greeting Lyric and introducing himself and Marley. I struggle to get up from the plush chair I’ve been watching from afar in. “Sorry about that, I got a little stuck in that damn chair.” I make an excuse and give Lyric a hug. “You found the house without a problem?” I ask and she just nods.

  “How could you miss this place?” she lets out an uncomfortable laugh.

  “You should have seen her penthouse in Manhattan. Well, I guess she still has it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get her to give it up.” Levi laughs.

  I miss my penthouse and I miss New York City more than I want to admit to anyone, including myself.

  “You met my lovely husband Levi and my daughter, Marley. My best friend, Star, and her husband, Chrome, are on their way over here shortly. I invited them for dinner. We kind of have a big extended family. We grew up together.” I ramble and Levi eyes me. I am unsure of why I don’t feel at ease like I did the other day.

  “You know a lot of people in Woodstock?” Lyric asks.

  “Yes, and no. I know Star and her sisters, Paisley and Journey, as well as her husband and his band of bikers. He is the President of the Hell’s Renegades MC here in town. But that is about it. A couple locals like Cindy and Ana from Maggie’s and our kids, but that is about it.”

  She nods.

  “What about you? Know anyone locally?”

  “Yeah, a lot of people. We lived in Woodstock until I left for college.”

  I am surprised because I don’t think I remember her or anyone with the name Lyric in town. It is a name I would have remembered.

  “Did we ever meet in the past?” I ask her, unsure of the answer I am going to get. I almost hope she says no because chances are I was probably a rude bitch to her if we did happen to cross paths.

  “Nope, never saw you until the other day. Which is so strange in such a small town like this.” She says. I wonder if my father went out of his way to keep the second
family he had away from us. Not like any of it would have ever made a difference.

  “I wouldn’t put it past my parents to go out of their way to keep us all apart. Have you had the chance to actually meet them?” I ask her.

  She just nods.

  “I take it, it didn’t go well?” I don’t want to pry but I feel bad for her. I feel bad for anyone who is forced to deal with them.

  “Not that well, but I didn’t expect it to. He walked out all those years ago on my mom so I didn’t think he would actually welcome me with open arms. No one really has over the years. It’s really just been me and my mom.” She sounds sad when she talks about it and I feel bad for bringing any of it up.

  “You are better off without those scumbags anyway.” I answer her honestly. Anyone is better off without my parents in their life. Hell, I am doing pretty damn good without them these days. “You have us now,” I say, welcoming her into our chaotic family.

  “From the sound of it, you’re right, Seven.” Lyric answers me.

  “I don’t wanna be all gloom and doom but they are useless. One day we will have a long talk about them and my childhood. I promise you that. But, I’d rather focus on us building a relationship first before we drag them into the equation.” I shrug my shoulders and continue my way around the kitchen.

  We all sit around my dining room table exchanging funny stories of the past. Levi and I sit at the head of the table with Marley in between us. As she enjoys her mashed potatoes, they go flying in every direction. Three years ago I would have locked this kid in a closet for acting like an animal. Now, I laugh at her carefree attitude in life. I wish I could have the same attitude. My princess – man - she is my world. Star and Chrome are across from us with Rainbow in between them, mirroring the scene Marley is making. I smile at how much Rainbow looks like Chrome. I would never tell Star that though, because she insists her little girl is all her. Ha! No damn way.

  Scarlett and Magnolia sit at the breakfast bar, far away from the adults, talking about One Direction or some shit. Whatever it is those girls are into this week. They keep to themselves, but are always happy. I’m happy that Star found Magnolia, but also has Scarlett. Lyric and Ryker sit in the last two seats at the table. I didn’t realize Ryker would be joining us and I wonder why Journey isn’t here. Trouble in paradise? Probably after what she said the other night. I try not to put too much thought into it though, I have enough of my own shit going on to care about their high school-ish relationship drama this week. Ryker is a good guy under all that biker gruff.

  “Remember that time you tried to bleach your hair so we could pretend we were sisters?” Star laughs out across the table. My face changes to twelve shades of crimson with embarrassment. I am instantly thankful we were poor and there was no photographic evidence of that disaster.

  “You should have just dyed your hair brown. Why the fuck didn’t we think of that?” I laugh.

  “Because blondes have way more fun.” Star laughs across the table as she tosses her long blonde locks back and forth.

  “Watch it, you may hurt someone like that!” Levi interjects and we all burst into hysterics. Rarely does he include himself in these back and forths. But when he does, his comments are always priceless.

  “I feel bad that we don’t have any embarrassing stories of Lyric. It’s how we indoctrinate people into our family!” Star laughs.

  “My entire life as a teenager was awkward. I went to college a virgin. There is your tidbit of comedy for the night.” Lyric offers up and the table goes silent. She said the V word. Ryker’s eyes are wide as he just stares at Lyric. Utoh.

  “You were a virgin till you were in college?” I ask in shock. Because if we are being completely honest here… that doesn’t really happen. Ever. Especially for an attractive girl. And even more so for a girl who grew up without a father.

  Ryker, Chrome, and Levi look back and forth between each other. All wondering when it would be time for them to get up from the table and flee. Being the gentleman he is, Ryker gets up and starts cleaning the dishes in the sink. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be pulled into this conversation, because it just got uncomfortable as hell for someone like him.

  “Good idea! Men do dishes!” I yell with excitement. There is no way in hell I am going to clean this all up. I watch Lyric eye Ryker as he moved around my kitchen. Her glances are not completely unnoticed. He is a nice looking guy. I will give him that. Tattoos cover his body, all the way up his neck. I’m pretty sure he has dark hair, but he always keeps his head covered with a hat of some kind.

  I am sure if Ryker wasn’t so hung up on Journey he would be returning those glances. I want to save the poor girl from herself, so I throw out the subject of Star’s baby sister.

  “Is Journey still dead set on leaving Woodstock?”

  Star lets out an aggravated sigh.

  “Yes, she is actually leaving in the morning. Talk about shitty planning. Now I have no one to babysit Rainbow during the day anymore. Well, I guess I could always ask Paisley, but Cash keeps her so damn busy now.” Star continues to ramble but no one is really listening to her. Lyric looks disappointed, but I am sure we all just helped her dodge a bullet. I don’t really want her getting mixed up with any of those womanizing bikers anyways. Consider it me just protecting her.

  “You know, she was supposed to babysit for me on Friday. What the fuck? Why would she just bail out on all of us like this?” I add.

  “I can tell you why,” a man’s voice interrupts us all. We turn and focus our eyes on Ryker.

  “Because River asked her to. She is chasing him just like Paisley did. What the fuck does that guy have that makes all these girls go crazy? I don’t get it. He’s a dick. He is only going to use her and throw her away like he did with Paisley.” Ryker turns back around and starts slamming dishes in the sink under the guise of washing them.

  “Hey, watch my plates.” I harass him.

  “Sorry, he just makes my blood boil.” He looks at Chrome waiting to be chewed out for throwing his little brother under the bus.

  “So you and Journey are over?” Chrome asks him.

  “We never began.” he shrugs his shoulders and we all try and ignore the newfound hostility in the air.

  “I know River is a sore subject, but what is he doing in Charleston?” I ask. I know I shouldn’t pry, but we all know how nosey I am.

  “He opened some fetish club or some shit.” Chrome doesn’t go into detail, but I am not completely surprised. I remember Star telling me he is doing well for himself and now that the word fetish has been thrown into the club he is running, it all makes sense.

  “So wait, while we are up here trying to buy Sinners & Swingers he moved fuckin’ eighteen hours south and did the same shit?”

  Chrome nods without offering any more details.

  “Think he just needed to get away from Woodstock.” Chromes adds.

  “I know the feeling.”

  Levi

  Present

  “Are we going to talk about this mystery brother?”

  I knew it would only be a matter of time until my wife brought it up. I was thankful it took her two full days. Between compiling a list of qualified female candidates to take over Seven’s position at White-Woods Global and the fact that she spent every day with Lyric, I was pretty sure she forgot.

  “I didn’t want to talk about it and I still don’t, but I will give you this… He was never around. I haven’t talked to him in years. He is like Blu, except not as much of a violent douche. Well, the last time I knew. I just pretend like he doesn’t exist because it makes my life so much easier. If he knew where I was today and what I was doing, he would be looking for a handout and I just don’t want to go down that road.” I run my hand through my hair and watch the look on Seven’s face while she takes it all in.

  “It doesn’t bother you? That he is out there in the world somewhere and doesn’t want anything to do with you?” She asks.

  “It doesn’t anymore. It d
id for a long time, but I eventually got over it. It took me time, a long time, but I just don’t care anymore. Why stress over someone like that when I have people in my life who actually give a shit?” It makes sense when I say it, but her question made me realize that the wound Arden left so many years ago is just as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

  “I support you no matter what you do and how you feel. Okay Levi?” Seven says as she rolls over and turns off the light on her nightstand. “I’m not feeling so hot tonight, this baby is kicking my ass. I don’t think it is gonna be long before he busts out.” She tries to laugh it off, but I know she has been miserable. When she is uncomfortable, it is written all over her face. I often wonder how she made it through some of the kick ass mergers because she has the world’s worst poker face. Ever.

  “You sure you are feeling okay? Do I need to call the doctor?” I ask, just out of concern. It is my nature. I don’t want to pester her, but sometimes it’s necessary. I roll over and begin to rub her back. Something that helps to comfort her in times like this. She lives for the little bit of comforting contact.

  “Yeah, I think I’m good. If I don’t feel better after I get some sleep, I will call the doctor. I think I have just been over working myself.”

  I know the whole hiring process for her position has really been taking a toll on her. I feel bad pushing the issue, but it is something that needs to be accomplished before the baby comes. We both agreed on that, for once.

  “Hey, at least we have it narrowed down to two women. We can make arrangements next week for them to come up here and do face-to-face interviews so you can make your decision, okay?” I offer the help because I know she wants to be involved still, but she is over the entire process. She doesn’t want to let go of the company or her job. But she also doesn’t want to leave the kids behind.

  “Mmm hmmm,” she says as she drifts off to sleep.

  I stay up for a while sending out formal invitations to both candidates to come to Woodstock on Monday. Within minutes, both confirm and I forward the emails to Olivia to arrange their travel arrangements. Seven would appreciate their late night work ethic and obsession with checking their email. I smile because it reminds me so much of my CEO powerhouse wife.