Perfect Collision (40 page)

She'd changed, and it wasn't just that she talked more. He liked how much she'd grown, but it made him nervous as well, because you didn't change much in jail. He was still the same guy, and she wasn't the same girl anymore. Sometimes it woke him up in the middle of the night, the fear she'd leave him, that she'd grow too much.

“How was your birthday?” she asked.

“Don't get any special treats for having your birthday inside, honey. Had a celebratory jerk off, though,” he said with a smile. “You were very hot.”

She laughed. “Did I use the one with the suction cup? It's my favorite.”

“Knew it would be,” he winked. “But no, there was no prop involved. I just fucked your brains out.”

“Yeah, I can't talk about this anymore,” she almost panted and changed subject. “I'm having my birthday soon, but I thought I'd wait with celebrating it until you're out.”

“No, celebrate it.” She shouldn't hold off and wait for him. It was her twentieth! “We'll just have an extra celebration when I get out. Celebrate with the others, and we'll celebrate alone later. Okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled, obviously understanding what he meant when he said they'd celebrate alone. “Think we can leave the sex discussions? You're killing me here.”

He laughed, but agreed. Instead they talked about other things. Like her arm apparently starting to act up, and she promised him she'd be taking it easier. She mentioned her plans for conventions and guest spots once he was out. She'd still do them, just a lot more rarely. At times, they just sat and stared at each other. He couldn't help it. It wasn't that they didn't have anything to say, but he got lost in her—staring at her.

When he came back to the cell, Bull looked at him from his top bunk.

“How was she?”

“Good,” he answered and laid down in his own bunk. “This sucks so fucking bad.”

“Want some oil?” Bull chuckled, and the bottle of baby oil dropped in Mac's lap.

“No! It's not...” he looked at the pictures of her he had taped to the bottom of Bull's upper bunk. “It's not that. Just...”

“I get it. It's just two more months. It's over soon.” He could hear Bull turning around in his bed. “The longest time inside by a man is sixty-nine years.”

“So you're saying it could be worse?”

“Yeah. Think about Paul Geidel. Sixty-nine years! He had it worse than you.”

“Thanks. That didn't help at all.”

“So she's all good?”

“Yeah.” He thought about her—talking, smiling, and laughing—and the boner he'd had most of her visit came back with a vengeance. “She looked great.”

Bull chuckled. “Give the oil back when you're done with it.”

He looked at the bottle and sighed, squirted his hands full, and pulled down his pants. She should be home, and she'd told him she quite often went by his place after her visits, since she still kept her toy box there. He liked the idea of her riding that purple dildo, and he saw it very clearly in his head as he took a firm hold of his dick.

-o0o-

Dad waited for me when I came back from my visit with Mac. There was no sign of April. These days, no sign of April usually meant he wanted to talk, because the two of them spent almost every night together. I liked them as a couple. She made Dad happy, and they seemed to have a lot of fun. She didn't take any shit from Dad, but as opposed to Mom, she used humor to get back at him instead of screaming.

“How are you holding up, Katze?” Dad asked as we sat down in the kitchen.

“I think I'm okay. It's just... somehow it feels like these last months are the worst.”

“They are. Feels closer, you see an end in a different way. It makes you more impatient, but it's not long. You'll be away for most of it, and your last big hurdle is coming up.

My birthday, my twentieth, was soon, and it was the last of the big hurdles. Mac'd be out not long after that. The last hurdle down.

“He told me to celebrate it. We'd just do it again when he came out.”

“He's a smart guy.” Dad gave my forehead a kiss. “I'm proud of you, kid.”

I knew what he meant. He kept saying it; they all did. I was a bit surprised myself by how I'd handled it. I'd talked to Sami about it and thanked him, too. It wouldn't have been bearable if it hadn't been for those conventions and guest spots. It hadn't only helped me to deal with Mac being away, but had taught me much, too.

I was really proud of my work, and how much I'd developed during the year. Because I had. Sometimes I looked at the pics of my own work and realized I had done those tattoos. They were really good.
I
was really good, and I had some trouble wrapping my head around it.

The other thing that had changed was how I dealt with people. I wasn't as uncomfortable when I was working anymore. It didn't mean I was much of a talker while I inked, but just making small talk with someone coming to our booth wasn't as hard anymore, and I didn't blush as much.

“I just want it to be over,” I said to Dad with a sigh. “I want him to come home.”

“I know,” he nodded. “What's the plan when he does? You're gonna stop with the traveling?”

“In all honesty, both me and Sami are getting fed up with it.” One of the things I liked with the past year of traveling with Sami was how well we'd gotten to know each other. I'd worked for him for a long time before we went, but it wasn't the same as spending days and weeks at a time together. He was still a grumpy ass, but I knew other sides of him now. “We've talked a bit about doing a few trips a year from now on.”

“That sounds good. Keeping the interest up.” He leaned forwards. “Think you should schedule some home time when he gets out, though.”

“I know, Dad, and I already did,” I laughed. “I'm not stupid, and I want to stay home for a while.”

In fact, I had no plans on leaving Mac's apartment for the first week, and from what I could tell he had similar plans. I looked at Dad, and he was smiling.

“Sooo,” he said with and even bigger smile. “Think you'll ever come back here after the first weeks of... catching up with Mac?”

“Dad!” I laughed. “Since when are you all subtle?”

“Okay.” He leaned back and lit a smoke. “Are you moving in with him?”

“We haven't actually talked about it, but I'll probably be there a lot.”

“I'm just asking, because that room of yours would be perfect as a music room.”

“Dad!”

“If you're not gonna be there anyway, I'd like to have it.”

“What?”

I knew he didn't really want me to move out. At least that's what I thought until I gave it some real thought.

“Hey,” I said and looked at him. “Is this about April?”

He shrugged and smiled.

“Hang on!” I pointed at him and tried to figure out what to say. “Are you two talking about moving in together?”

“I'm not talking about anything like that.” He took a drag from his smoke. “Maybe I'd like to be all single for the first time in over twenty years.”

“Dad, you're not good at living alone.” I shook my head. “You can't even cook.”

“Did fine before I met your mom.” The full grown man managed to look pouty. “I can take care of myself.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Admit it!”

“We've talked about it, but that's not why I'm bringing it up. I just thought I'd help you gather your balls and
tell
me you're moving in with him.”

I glared at him. “I have the balls to tell you that.”

“Really?” He put out his smoke with an amused smiled.

“I'm just... We haven't exactly talked about it.”

“Okay.” He was still looking at me with a huge smile. “I'm going to assume you're moving in, but honey if you do, you take your stuff with you. If you do it—you do it for real. No escape plans, okay?”

“Okay.”

That had actually been my plan. To sort of try, but keep my room here just in case. But I could see Dad's point as well; If I did it I should do it for real. Mac deserved it. I got up and walked over to Dad and gave his cheek a kiss.

“You're the best,” I mumbled.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah.” When we walked towards the living room I took his hand. “Promise me we'll do this even if I move out.”

“No. If you move out I'm gonna fuck April all over this apartment.”

“Tell me you're moving to her really nice house instead of having her move into this stud pad.”

I'd been to her house, and it was a really nice house.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I'm moving to her. Another reason why you have to get your ass out of here.”

“Your might sound all 'I'm gonna be a single stud,' but you really like her. It's for real.”

“I think it is,” he finally agreed, and I was happy for him. Not only because it meant he'd be fed even if I moved out, but because I liked him happy.

Momentum: Don't Stop!

-o0o-

THIS WAS IT. THEY
were fucking done and Mac couldn't wait to get out. Could. Not. Wait!

As they were standing in line, he kept looking at the doors, and once they opened and the sun shone in—he took a deep breath.

He looked for Vi when he stepped outside, but didn't notice her until he saw her come running towards him and just barely had time to get ready for her to jump into his arms. Her legs around his waist, and her hands on his cheek. For a second—they just looked at each other. Then she smiled, dipped her head down, and bit down in his lower lip. They both groaned when their tongues met, and she didn't stop.

It was the cliché of the century, but it felt as if they were the only ones there. When she moaned into his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair, he remembered they weren't alone.

“Babe,” he groaned. “Seriously, break!”

“I know,” she said in a deep exhale. “But if you say that later I will
kill
you.”

He put her down on the ground, but kept an arm around her shoulders. There was no fucking way in hell he'd let go of her even for a second, not in days—possibly in weeks. His dad came over to give him a hug and his cut. He'd missed his cut.

He turned to the rest of them. The longest hug was from Mitch, saying he'd missed their sessions, and that they'd go to the river for the night as soon as Vi would let him out. Mac'd missed that, too.

It was so fucking good to be out. He kissed Vi as they walked to the bike, and he was worried he'd blow a load while they rode back to the clubhouse, simply from having her behind him again.

The ride was the best he'd ever had. He was on his bike, he had his girl behind him, and he was fucking free. He was worried his smile would cleave his head, and when he looked at Dawg, who was closest to him, he seemed to have the same feeling.

Edie hadn't come to meet them. She was at the compound waiting with Travis and Jacob instead. He'd seen pictures of Jacob, since Dawg had flashed pictures of him every chance he got. He might've thought it was hard doing time, but he understood it was probably nothing compared to what it'd been like for Dawg.

The rest of the women, kids, and friends where waiting outside the clubhouse, and he got a long, hard hug from both his mom and Mel. He noticed Dawg holding both his sons in his arms, and Mac gave Edie a hug and each of the kids a quick kiss. They all went into the bar, and he grabbed a beer while still holding on to Vi.

“Tell me you're not planning on getting really drunk and partying all night,” she whispered, and he shook his head.

“I'm drinking this one, and then we're off to my room. I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“Don't think anyone gives a shit,” she said with a smile.

He didn't finish the beer. He put what was left of it on the bar counter, took her hand, and started towards the dorms. There were some howls behind them, but not even Vi blushed. Instead, she was halfway out of her t-shirt by the time he slammed the door behind them. He grabbed her around the waist and the next second his tongue was in her mouth.

During his time inside he'd vividly remembered their last night together. How he'd made sure to memorize every part of her body. He'd been happy about it, but also cursed it, because he'd thought it was
too
clear—so clear it was almost like torture. But he'd been wrong.

It hadn't been as clear as he thought, because her mouth and tongue felt better than he'd remembered. It might be her hands tearing at his clothes while kissing him making it more real. It could also be her moaning, panting, and mumbling. He'd always thought about those things one at a time, and had somehow forgotten how it was the combination of all those things that made it so good.

She was pulling at his cut, and he hung it on the back of a chair. He didn't care where the rest of the clothes went, and they were all off by the time they'd covered the short distance between the door and the bed.

When Vi was on the bed, he slid his hand along the inside of her thigh. She fucking
purred
when he did and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss. He ran his fingers in her slit and groaned when he found her dripping wet. The boner he'd had since he saw her outside of the prison made him certain he wouldn't last long, and he hoped she'd be as fast as him.

“I need you inside of me—now!” she groaned, and he took a deep breath with closed eyes in an attempt to gather control. It worked. Until she said the next thing. “
Hard.”

That did it. He let go and instead grabbed the back of her thigh, hoisted her closer, and rammed inside of her.

“Fuck!” he groaned into the crook of her neck, and felt his balls tense and get ready to shoot off immediately. He took a deep breath. “Fuck, that's good, Vi!”

“Yes! Don't stop!”

And he fucked her. It wasn't sweet, they didn't say anything, and hardly kissed. It was fucking with guttural groans only interrupted by short stops of one of them grunting out 'fuck' or 'oh, god.' It was rough, and he fucking loved it. She seemed to love it. too.