Holding On (19 page)

“
You done?  Acting
like a sex starved little brat, are you done?  I’ve obviously
been spoiling you because you are now delaying my gratification and
woman this is not okay.  I say this because you know I have
better places to be than” He’s reaching for my clit, in quick
motions. “...son of a bitch...what the fuck....Mace, what have you
done…?”

He stops mid-sentence as
he puts his hand down a little firmer on my clit and finds the hood
piercing.  His body freezes and he says nothing.  Not one
damn word.  His stare is blank; my boy’s eyes are now vacant.
 I need to give him a minute but it is hard because I don’t
know what he’s feeling. I know what I’m feeling and his touch is
setting me on fire.  Oh hell, is he pissed?

“
Baby, you alright?”
 All I can manage to say. He has his hand on my new jewel and
he’s remaining still. “Honey, say something.”

Without delay he spreads
my legs wide using both his knees and he jolts up, looks down and
spreads me wide using his fingers and sees the barbell that I had
Steph put in over my clit.  He takes a breath now closes his
eyes, then from nowhere he bends down and he kisses it gently, once
then twice, then again.

I know it isn’t supposed
to be a romantic gesture but oh hell if it isn’t to me.  That
was Shame’s sweet dripping from him.  He lets go and climbs
back up me bracing his arms again beside my head and moving himself
in between my legs, his cock at my entrance.

“
You beguile me; you woo
me and seduce me, Mace.  Just so much good in you.  I
love your face, so damn much.  Not because of a new piercing
either, you know this right?  You believe that?”
 

He pauses and is
frantically searching my face before continuing.  “I don’t
remember what it was like without you. I mean without having you
like
this
.
 It has just been days, baby. You have been a part of me for
so long though and I can’t remember a day I didn’t wake up and
think about you in some way.  I hope you know that no matter
what you do to your body, whether that’s a piercing or a tattoo, or
the marks our babies will leave on your skin from being carried
protectively inside you, the wrinkles that may form on you as we
get older, or the gray in your hair that our children and I most
certainly will have caused, I disregard them all.  I see your
heart Mace, I feel it beat with my own and it’s all consuming. You
don’t ever have to change anything for me.  Just be who you
are and who you have always been, be with me in my life, and share
yours with me.”

He pauses and I wipe the
edge of his eye before a tear falls from it down his nose. “Thank
you for the gift though, I love it.  I love it because you did
it even though I know you we probably fuckin’ scared, and I also
know you did it for me.  My brave brave crazy ass
woman.”

Now I’m speechless and
unmoving.  His declaration with words has closed my throat and
I’m afraid to speak.  He just told me in so many words that he
has every intention of spending the rest of his life with me.
 He talks of me carrying his babies and how collectively they
will all gray my hair.  I remember I gave him all of me the
first time we made love, but if there was anything left after that,
anything at all, it’s gone.  He has it, every single part of
me is his now.  I hope he handles me with care.

Chapter
Nine
:

“
When people talk, listen completely. Most
people never listen.”

--Ernest Hemingway

Shame and I have settled into life as
a couple.  It has only been a little over a month but we are
finding that life together is easy and natural.  We already
know one another and the brothers were all ecstatic when Shame told
them we finally made the move to being a permanent item.  I
won’t allow him to refer to me as an old lady though, I’m not sorry
for this because I’m only 22 and when I’m 65 then maybe I will
consider that a titled honor, but right now I want to be referred
to as Shames woman, or girlfriend, or whatever.. I’m just not old
lady material!

Mom is doing alright, considering her
illness.  Generally she is doused in pain meds and our visits
are quick and quiet because her energy wears quickly.  Hem
visits during dad’s tee time or when mom calls him to tell him
coast is clear.  Last visit Hem had with mom he came back
concerned that maybe dad isn’t doing all he can.  He mentioned
mom had some bruising around her temple so he blames dad for not
watching her in her weak state since she told Hem she took a small
fall in the shower and hit her head on the spigot.
 

Sadey has been acting
weird.  This says a lot since Sadey has that type personality
anyway.  I’m on my way home now, I have two interviews to prep
for and I need alone time from Shame to avoid his wonderful
distractions.  He and Hem are working Club business and I was
dismissed immediately when I started asking more questions.
 Big brother, yeesh!

“
Sade, I’m home!
 Where are you?”

Putting my purse on the table I make
my way down the hall to my room.  I hear noises from the
bathroom and stop outside the door.  “Sadey, you in there?
 You okay?”

Then I hear the retch sound of vomit.
 Gagging just a bit, I open the door inviting myself in.
 I see Sadey with her head on the toilet.  She’s
completely naked and covered in sweat.  

“
Oh Mace.  This
sucks.  I think I have that flu or maybe the shower was too
hot and I haven’t eaten.  My stomach won’t stop turning and I
keep vomiting.  Make it stop, you know I hate to vomit.
 Oh my god, not again.”

She’s again retching into
the toilet.  I start to gag a bit again and remind myself to
hold it together.  When Sadey was seven we had her birthday
party at my house.  Dad dressed up like a clown and all the
kids laughed, but not because he was funny.  Dad just isn’t a
jesting type of person. The kids laughed because all he did was
stand around.  He did try though, I have to give him credit.
 

Sadey had said earlier
that day that she felt sick.  Mom thought it was because she
ate too much cake.  Sadey’s mom wasn’t worried about it
either.  It wasn’t until my dad came up from behind her and
tried to tickle her to make her laugh that we clued the hell in.
 She turned green and threw up all over his red clown hair.
 Now that was hilarious, not to dad or Sadey though.  She
ended up having the flu, looking about like she does now. Sweaty
and miserable.  My poor girl.  

“
Let me make you some ice
tea, you like ice tea when you’re sick, I remember.  Do you
want some now?”

“
I want my mom, Mace.
 Call my mom!”  

She’s forgetting that Mr. and Mrs.
Lyons are on a cruise for their 25th Wedding anniversary.
 They left me with their sick daughter this time.  How
lucky am I?  

“
Honey, they are gone
remember?  I will be right back and we will clean you up and
put you to bed, okay?”  Please agree, I need a breather,
please please agree.

“
Alright but hurry.” She
concedes.  

Thank hell!

Dashing to the kitchen and making my
Sadey throw up remedy I send a quick text to both Hem and Shame to
let them know of Sadey’s condition.  

*ME:  Hope you have been cautious
around Sadey and not caught any germs, she’s sick and vomiting.
 I’m going to stay with her tonight.  Sorry Shame, no ass
play for you later.  xxoo

Giggle and hitting send quickly I dash
to the bathroom with tea in hand to find Sadey fast asleep on the
bathroom floor.  Well crap.  How am I going to get this
woman up and into bed by myself?  Thinking through a plan, I
head back to the kitchen and hear the chime of my phone.

*HEM:  Dammit sister, do not be
copying me on fuck texts you are sending to my best friend and VP.
 I knew that little fucker Shame would be an ass player
though.  Give Sadey a big smack on the ass for me and tell her
I will be with her once business is done.  Love ya
sis.

Whoops!  I forgot I
had copied Hem on that text.  Well c’mon, serves him right.
 Let him have that visual since I still carry the sight of him
and all those Club skanks sucking his cock etched in my memory.
 Ok, back to plan.  Need help getting Sadey cleaned and
into bed.

*ME: Can’t wait Hem, need help getting
your girl to bed.  She’s naked and passed out on bathroom
floor.  Suggestions?  No disgusting comments back
required about her current position either!

Immediate response, thank
heavens!

*HEM:  Call a
prospect over, be sure my girl is well fuckin’ covered if he’s got
to touch her.  Ace is at the MC.  He’s not busy.
 Have him come over right now.

*ME:  Ok brother bossy, will
handle.  

Snidely saluting the phone in a mock
gesture, I put it down and grab the brothers’ directory.
 There are sixty of them for Cripes sake so finding Ace will
take a minute. He’s definitely not someone I keep in my personal
call log.  I quickly go back to check on my pukey friend to
find she’s not moved since I left her.  Small favor there.
 

Finding the number I dial, Ace answers
first ring.  Gees, desperate for a call much?  “Hey there
Ace, Sadey needs help.  She’s sick and I can’t move her
and....”   I’m cutoff.  

“
What’s wrong Mace?
 What happened?  Is she okay?  Where is she and I
will get to her?”  I pause because he sounds that scared.
 “ANSWER ME WOMAN!”

“
Well damn Ace, let me
think through all your damn questions!  She’s at home, Hem
said to call you and you could help because you have nothing going
on.  You know where she and I live, right?”

“
Yes, be there in 10.”
 Click.  Well alright, no goodbyes needed.

Wow, Ace in a hurry, I like this.
 Maybe he is changing and wants to be patched in.  I’m
almost impressed.  Or maybe he’s thinking I’m going to leave
him alone with my best friend.  Not going to happen,
buddy.

Going back into the
bathroom, I know I need to check on Sadey one more time before Ace
gets here.  Brother bossy has requested that I make sure she’s
somewhat covered, Sergeant Rude does have his orders.  I cover
her in a big blanket.  She’s soaked.  I feel her fever
before even touching her.  Now I’m getting
concerned.

Waiting for Ace in the living room and
eight minutes after we disconnect he comes barreling through the
door.  He’s breathless and red faced.

“
Did you run here?”
 He looks like shit so I have to ask just in case he passes
out in front of me.  

“
Yes, my bike was blocked
and everyone was in the church meeting. So, I ran, took the
shortcut though, lots of damn dogs at my heels too. Fuckers.”
 He’s so out of breath.

“
Maybe you should take it
easy on those smokes, Ace.  You don’t look so
good.”

“
Where
the fuck is my...fuck... wait...I mean where the fuck is Sadey?”
 Whoa.  I hope he was not about to refer to her
as
his
because lord help him if he thinks or even accidently were to
say that out loud in front of one of the brothers!

“
Follow me.  She’s a
sight for the eyes right now, so don’t you ever tell her I let you
or anyone see her at her like this.”  

“
Got it, Mace.
 Where. IS. She?”  Whoa again.  He’s so
tense.

“
Ace, are you alright?
 You are acting weird.”  

“
Fine Mace, I’m getting
bored with you though. You called me to help, so here I am to help
and you want to talk about my weirdness.”  He runs his hands
over his tanned and tattooed bald head in exasperation.

I lead him to Sadey who seems to be
mumbling now, but I can’t understand her.  She’s still
radiating heat from every pore and dripping in sweat.
 

“
Grab some ibuprofen, a
cold cloth, and put some new sheets on her bed.  If she’s got
infection lingering on the old ones the she won’t get better.
 I’m going to wrap her up and keep her comfortable while you
do that.”  Ace giving orders, as a prospect.  Oh no,
doesn’t fly with me.

“
Nope.  Promised Hem
no one would see her alone during her improvised state.  You
run through all those tasks that you just rattled off at me, I will
wait here and then we will carry her together.”  

“
Jesus Christ, Hem.
 Fucking bullheaded donkey’s butt.  Okay, but don’t you
leave her.”  

I smile while holding Sadey because I
think he just referred to my brother as an ass, politically correct
way of doing so let me add.

What is wrong with him?  He’s
acting damn crazy!  I hear deliberate noises and know that Ace
is making quick work of the laundry and wet cloth.
 

“
Alright Miss Sassy,
everything for her is ready.  You wanna cover her privates
with your hands so I don’t fucking sneak a peek at her since she’s
looking all kinds of sexy in her semi vomited state?”
 

“
I’m sorry, Ace.  I
didn’t mean anything by it.  You’re not a woman and you don’t
understand how we want our image to remain even through illness.
 Don’t even act as if you can’t understand where Hem is coming
from either, this is his woman and just recently so.  He’s
pissed he can’t be here and doesn’t want anyone else being given
the opportunity to see his Sadey girl when she’s not decent.
Sorry.”