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After she begins to squirm more, I insert two fingers inside her. Curling them on the out stroke to hit that magic spot. It only takes a few strokes, combined with my mouth and the pressure on her clit. She shakes and screams out as an orgasm hits her body.
The timer goes off as I finish lapping at her juices. I have time to wash my hands before the timer goes off. I pull the frittata out and let it cool before pulling Nay’s panties back on and carrying her to the table. I pour her a glass of juice and a cup of coffee. I make a quick salad and pull out the container of fresh fruit.
I make a plate for each of us, putting Nay’s plate in front of her before taking a seat.
“This is good.”
“Of course, we made it together. Everything we make together is perfect.”
Chapter 36
Papa
Knees in the breeze. We’re headed to Morgan City this morning. We always take a ride after a patch ceremony. Hollywood passed the initiation with flying colors and now it’s time for good food and a ride.
I think about his earlier words after we were finished.
“Now that’s done. Where are you going to wear our colors?”
Every member of the Kings has our colors tattooed on us somewhere. If you get kicked out of the club, we burn the tattoo or take the skin. Something Chief and Trinity had to do once. Once was enough to dissuade anyone else from betraying the club.
“I’m happy to wear your colors. And I hope one day soon to say proudly,” Hollywood says.
“Tell you what, brother. The day you're proud to wear it, you come to me and we’ll get Sabian to ink it. After all, they're your colors now, too,” Gambit says.
“Smoke’s ol’ lady?” Hollywood asks
“Yeah, she’s the club’s new official tattoo artist for colors. Unless you want to go elsewhere. We’ll show you her work.”
“I’d love to see some of her work.”
Several of us have pieces by her. We all show him her work. He is impressed.
The morning air is chilly, just like I like it. I love a good chilly ride. Separates the men from the punks. It’s in the mid-fifties right now. Not bad at all, even at high speeds.
I grew up on the east coast and rode through the winter unless the snow and ice were too deep. Gambit opens the throttle on his bike. The rest of us follow suit, picking up the pace. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I spot Hollywood riding next to Angel.
We finally arrive, pulling our bike's right onto the dock and parking off to the side. There’s a little seafood shanty that’s open twenty-four hours a day. They serve breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“Breakfast’s on Hollywood,” Gambit yells.
I see Hollywood wince, then grin good-naturedly. The guys pat him on the back as we all get in line.
“Hope you brought a lot of cash.”
“Yeah, they don’t take cards.”
“Or let you do dishes.”
I laugh, loudly. Those remarks come from three of our newer members, Saint, Demon, and Cobra. Everest always carries cash for food. And he LOVES food. I see Everest approach Hollywood.
“If you don’t have enough cash, I’ll spot you until you can get to the bank, brother.”
“Thank you, brother. I’ll take you up on that. I spent most of the cash I had with me on our trip. There’s not a place we walked into that Ella didn’t spot something for her brother. If I buy him what she finds, I have to buy her something. She’s a sweet kid. I'm blessed to be her dad.”
“Do you think you’ll have more, brother?” I ask
He shakes his head. “I’m done with women. All women, even dolls at the moment.”