Dallas is pretty close to the club, so Saint and I decide to head there with Jude for the night. We take her to Sea World, buy her ice cream, and watch her smile the entire too warm Texas day. I never in a million years would’ve thought spoiling a woman a little would give me so much happiness inside. It makes me want to do this with her every chance I can.
She’s never been anywhere interesting, and her sweet innocence is intoxicating, even for two grouchy, seasoned bikers. Saint and I explored all these places when we were younger and could sneak in. I’d forgotten what a little old-fashioned fun was like.
Of course, we were stared at all day by anyone around us. It was hot and sunny, so Saint refused to wear anything besides his jeans, boots and cut. Most of those women about fell over seeing his tight stomach and blond hair tied up in a man bun. I’m used to it, so it’s easy for me to forget just how good-looking he really is. That’s Saint though, always the pretty boy of the group.
We’ve given him so much shit about it over the years, and he’s learned to roll with it. Even the Prez likes to poke around, telling him that Abercrombie called, and they want their model back. Saint looks nowhere near his age either, fooling anyone who attempts to guess. Women are quick to fall for him without realizing he comes with a backpack full of baggage as well. And me...he comes with me, and most women can’t handle two men at once.
While he and I were panted after by every damn woman in the vicinity, it seemed, Jude wasn’t privy to the same welcome. Chicks can be beyond hateful toward one another without knowing shit about each other. After we noticed the jealous bitches glaring in her direction and another was rude while she asked for ice cream, Saint and I took over. We had to or else our trip wouldn’t have turned out so good ‘cause I would’ve lost my shit.
If she noticed anything throughout the day that she even briefly thought was worth considering; I went over and ordered it before she had the chance. If a bitch shot a glare her way, Saint was kissing her and pulling her in another direction. Between the two of us, she didn’t deal with anymore haters and ended up having a great time. Seeing her so free, exploring, and having fun, made us happy.
Not only that, but we got to show her another side to us. She was able to discover the part where we like to take care of each other and laugh. We’re not always so serious or fighting; in fact, Saint and I rarely fight. Jude, however, came at a time where she got to witness everything firsthand, the bad and now, hopefully, the good as well. I wished she’d met Saint sooner; maybe we could’ve avoided this back-and-forth had the circumstances been different.
We made a brief detour and stopped off at a store on the way to the hotel to purchase her some new panties and a bra. Thank God we did, too because the moment she found out there was a hot tub, she was stripping. The little woman was on a damn mission, having never been in one before. I tried getting her to pick out clothes as well, but she wouldn’t have it. Usually, she knows better than to argue with me over such things, but she refused, after our spending money on her throughout the day.
Witnessing her make her way into the steaming, bubbly water, and her excitement over it gives me peace knowing I killed the bitch that gave birth to her. She didn’t deserve Jude. She damn sure didn’t cherish and care for her; I can do a better job than she ever did.
I don’t understand how someone can do that to their own kid, not give a shit about them. I couldn’t imagine, even with my own warped childhood. Yes, I was whipped and was raised up in the church, but I never went hungry or worried if the electric was going to be shut off. I guess demons come in all forms; we each have our own, no matter how different.
Of course, when Jude peers up at me like I’ve hung the moon, the guilt sets in as well. The ominous feelings overtake the place of the peace I shortly experienced. I took the one person she’s had in her life away from her.
And the worst part of all is that if she finds out, she’ll hate me forever for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep to let her ever hate me. She has me too wrapped up to let the truth seep out and ruin it all. At this point, I plan to keep her, especially after Saint made it clear about what he wants as well.
“This is awesome.” Her face lights up as her skin flushes, a light rose blush dotting her cheeks from the hot water. “Are you coming in?” She beckons with her pointer finger, and I nearly follow.
Witnessing the tops of her breasts float above the water, teasing me, has my cock hardening, coming up with its own plans. The sheer lilac material of the bra doesn’t nearly cover enough. Fuck, do I want to be in there with her right now. She’s so damn sexy.
“I need to stay out with this.” Gesturing to the bandage covering my side, her smile falls.
“Crap, I’ll get out. It’s not fair for you to sit there and wait while I’m in here.” If she only knew. Not fair? Shit, I get to stare at her, soaked from head to toe. I doubt she realizes her bra and panties have become see-through and oh-so-enticing.
“I don’t mind.” At all.
Jesus, I’m a fucking pervert, but I couldn’t care less right now. She’s insanely gorgeous. I get to watch her fine ass float around in the overly warm water, her pink skin giving me a glimpse of what it’d look like after I’ve had my way with her.
Saint remained in the room once we checked in to take a cool shower, and I can’t blame him. A rinse sounds like bliss after the semi-humid day walking around. If he’d seen her like this though, he’d say fuck the shower, and you wouldn’t be able to peel him away from nearly-nude Jude.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Were you supposed to be running around all day after me or riding your motorcycle?”
She rode up on the back of my bike with the agreement in place she’d ride back home with Saint.I won’t lie; it hurt my side, but I won’t freely admit that to her. I’ve had much worse so I can get through this. Her tits molded against my back the entire trip was plenty of motivation and comfort for me.
Chuckling, I snag her dainty wrists and tug her toward me. She stands all the way up, water dripping down, so our faces can be close.
“If you haven’t noticed yet, let me fill you in. I don’t follow rules, sweetheart. I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I feel like it.”
A rumble shakes my chest, witnessing the beads of hot water continue to trail over her soft skin. They fall down her breasts tempting me further. “It’s one of the benefits of being me.” I end the statement pressing a chaste kiss to her perfect lips but craving so much more from her. It’s probably a good thing I have to stay out of the water, cause if I was in there with her, she’d come out having felt me everywhere.
“You’re just an everyday badass then?” She giggles, her eyes glittering playfully.
“Watch your mouth,” leaves my throat, the sound coming out gruff with the tightening of my pants. The bossy side easily shows itself around her, wanting to take control of that delicious body of hers. “Saint should be done by now. Let’s join him before I end up fucking you in that hot tub and get us all kicked out.”
“Oh...I thought you said you didn’t mind waiting? I had no idea you were so impatient.” She fake-sulks, and I can think of a cock that’d like to be pressed between those pouty lips.
“Well, staring at your tits and pretty mouth has me changing my mind. I could stick my cock between those lips and let you stay longer if you’d like?”
Her eyes grow wide at my bluntness, not used to hearing that sort from me.
A chuckle escapes, as I tug her out of the hot tub, pulling her behind me, so any guests aren’t privy to witness her looking so damn sexy. She may not be accustomed to me speaking to her like Saint does, but that’s only because I’ve held myself back. I won’t be doing that any longer though. “Cat got your tongue?”