Page 3 of Defended By Bam
Assessing the room that used to be the casino floor but now was our hangout spot, I checked out what we had to work with. Some of our existing members were there having their cock sucked as they drank a beer. Froggy, our Road Captain, had a girl bent over one of the poker tables while a few guys watched. His wavy light brown hair bounced with every thrust.
Butterbean walked up and leaned on my shoulder. “Man, so good to be home.” Our Sergeant at Arms had been on a run with me. We’d only gone a couple hours away, but business took longer than expected and we came back the same day. “Think I’ll go get my dick wet, fellas.” He ran his hands through his jaw length brown hair.
“How was the run?” Rogers asked. He looked like Captain America, hence his road name. Take him out of his colors and you’d never know he was a Bastard by looking at him.
“Long. Longer than it should’ve taken. They tried tonegotiateprices once we got there,” I told him.
A pretty girl with thick, dirty blonde hair, a bright smile, and adorable dimples came over. “Hey, Bama. Need a drink?” Glenda wasn’t really one of the club whores, but she let me take a ride a few times. She was short with the perfect amount of curves, big tits, and a round ass. She had strong thighs, strong arms, and stamina that didn’t run out.
“That’d be great, hon.”
Once she walked away, her ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts, I shook her off and got back to business. “Don’t worry, we took care of the problem and negotiated a higher rate for the trouble.”
We’d sold plenty of guns to these assholes in Pensacola, but for some reason today they wanted to get greedy. They’d never fucked around before, but today they found out.
“Hmm. Surprised Benny tried it at all. But good work. I’ll let Hammer know. He’sindisposed,” Rogers said. That meant he was enjoying some women in private. “You headed home?”
Glenda came back, flashing those dimples. She lifted the bottle of beer but when I reached for it, she jerked it back, and poured a little onto her chest. It ran between her huge tits.
Before I dove into her deep cleavage, I smiled at Rogers and said, “I think I’ll stick around for a while.”
Chapter 2
Brooklyn
“Okay sweet girl, you be good at school today.”
“Okay mommy. I’ll miss you,” Sadie said as she reached her arms around my shoulders.
I gave my daughter a peck on both cheeks, kissing her dimples that she got from me. Her pale blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail and her dark brown eyes practically shone up at me. My hair wasn’t light anymore, but wasn’t super dark, either. I wanted to dye it some cool color, but Marshall said that was tacky.
“I’ll miss you, too, sweet girl. I love you,” I said as I put her down.
“Love you,” she said as she took off toward her seat in pre-k.
She’d only been enrolled a few weeks but seemed to enjoy it. It was still crazy to me that kids went to school the first week of August. It was so hot out.
Although I missed her during the day, it was probably best she was gone for a while. Marshall had been working the night shift for a while and he hated noise. It was hard to get Sadie out of the house in the morning quietly, especially when she was an excited four year old.
Some of the kids were still crying and begging not to be left at the daycare that had the pre-k program, so I was glad Sadie was adjusting so quickly. But we did a lot of play dates with mommy groups I found online and spent a lot of time at the library until she started a few weeks ago. But a lot of those were later starts, so we had a special quiet game we played in the mornings and I let her sleep later so she wouldn’t be loud.
I did whatever I could to keep the house quiet when he was home, which meant lots of activities elsewhere and creative ideas with a rambunctious child.
After the short drive back to our modest ranch, I gently shut the car door, then slowly turned the knob to the side door that led to the kitchen. Marshall was up when I first woke up around six, but had gone to lie down before I got her up for the day. I was used to showering and getting dressed before he went to bed, so I was usually up around the same time every day.
He would get home around that time, I’d fix him something to eat, then go get ready. He couldn’t go straight to bed after his shifts, so he’d watch TV for a while or something until he got drowsy. Sometimes he’d catch me after my shower and want to fuck or demand I suck him off.
Nothing says good morning like a sweaty dick in your mouth. But that was better than the alternative. It was best to not upset him, especially after a shift.
Sneaking through the kitchen, I grabbed my mug I’d left on the counter and poured some more coffee. I had it on a timer to brew a few minutes before I woke, and it auto-shut-off after four hours so it was still hot.
After a generous amount of flavored creamer, I swirled it around, not wanting to use a spoon and clank it on the mug.
Ready to take my first sip, I raised my mug to my lips.
“Could you have been any louder?”
Yelping, I jumped and managed to hold my mug, but splashed the hot liquid over my hand. “Marshall, shit. You scared me.”
