Page 66 of Judge
“What? We may like it hard and a little rough, but we never fuck. We make love. Every. Single. Time.” I punctuate the words with a kiss on her red, kiss swollen lips.
She smiles shyly up at me, then screws up her nose when she realizes she has my cum leaking out of her pussy.
“Let me help with that,” I smirk as I press two fingers into her wet hole, pushing my seed into her for safe keeping. “There baby, now put your panties on and let’s head back to the bonkers party.”
She rolls her eyes and I’m sure she calls me a “caveman” under her breath. I don’t care what she calls me, as long as it’s hers.
Holding my hand out for hers, I twine our fingers and swing them between us as we head back to the party. Marx looks marginally calmer, and I guess the entertainment is staying. Could be worse. Could be police strippers.
“What’s with the gators?” I ask Kaia as we stand at the end of the party, watching.
Mira and Tank are dancing. Tav, Blanche, Jules and Vi are all in conversation with Vi’s sisters Lily and Jazz. Nat and Savage are with Dex before he leaves for Louisiana. Remy and Wire are snuggled up and Rhodie and Chewy are showing Rider how to put a leash on the giant gator in the tutu. The rest of my brothers are milling about, enjoying the company. Shit, even Roman, Sasha, Dima and Moss have turned up.
“Oh, Chewy wanted to celebrate the new chapter,” she says, like that explains everything. I stare at her until she rolls hereyes, then waves toward all the alligators. “They’re from the swamp? Like the new chapter?”
Looking at the paddling pool set up and the various gators I can kinda see what the plan was.
“That doesn’t explain the weird voodoo guy,” I point at the guy who clearly isn’t any type of voodoo anything. For one thing he looks like an elderly priest that got into the face paints, and even I know that voodoo practitioners don’t go to parties as entertainment. As if to drive home my point he shakes his maraca at Rider.
“Your karma is terribly off,” he starts in a creepy, breathy voice before throwing chicken bones at Rider’s feet.
“Hey! What the hell man?” Rider shouts, kicking the bones away.
“Halt! Your aura is unclean due to too much self love! I have to cleanse you!” The bayou witch or voodoo doctor or whatever the fuck he is walks right up to Rider and hits him in the face with one of those smudge stick things. Rider sneezes into it, blowing ash and black sooty shit into his face.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Sidney Tombs?” A pretty, dark skinned woman asks, stepping into the backyard.
We all stare at her as she stares at Rider who looks like he’s in total blackface, the only thing showing are the white’s of his eyes and his teeth.
“Ah, do you mind telling us who you are and why you are looking for Sidney?” Mama Debs asks, full of sugar but you can hear the steel thread to her tone.
“Oh, yes, sorry ma’am, my name is Zadie Jameson, and I’ve been asked by Happy Glades Retirement Village to pop by and run a welfare check. We’ve heard that Sidney is an elderly gentleman interested in our care,” She smiles gently.
“What the fuck?! I don’t know where you got your information sweetheart, but I’m not elderly-” he glares aroundat us when someone snorts, “- and I’m not interested in any old people home. Who called you?”
Zadie chews on her lip, opening her cellphone and tapping the screen a few times, “Hmm, there’s no name, but they’ve put down they’re a concerned member of the public because they believe you are a danger to yourself. It says here you have access to a motorcycle, which is not ideal for your season of life. Also that you may possibly have dementia.”
“Dementia? Are you fucking mad!?” Pops is spitting.
“I’m so sorry, sir, it’s just the notes state that you sometimes have crazy notions. It says there are often loud noises coming from this property, and sometimes you refer to yourself as,” she looks down at her notes, “The Love Pres? Referring to yourself as a character is sometimes a sign of dementia.”
Pops looks like he’s about to shit himself at the thought that the tiny, sweet voiced woman will take him away at any moment. His eyes are wild, darting around, looking for an escape. I can clock the exact moment he realizes that he’ll never be able to outrun the sweet woman in front of him, so he changes tact and puts on the charming old man act.
“Look, love, I know you’re just doing your job,” he starts off softly, earning a smile for his efforts, “but I am of sound mind and perfectly fine. Please tell your boss that I will not be needing your services.” Before she can say anything in reply, he shoves Chef her way and hot foots it as fast as his Skechers can take him. “No fucker is taking me to hang out with people who shit their pants!” He yells over his shoulder, making it as far as the large bush at the side of the clubhouse. We all watch as he disappears to a crouch behind it.
“Ah, I have a sedative and some colleagues that can help wrangle him if need be,” Zadie starts, staring at the same spot we all are.
“Fuck off with your goons! You’ll never take me!”
“Love, look, you seem like a nice lady and all, but Sidney Tombs is of completely sound mind.” Gus says, almost convincingly. “I have no idea where you got your information, but trust me when I say that my grandfather is safe with us and he will behave from now on. Right?” Gus yells over his shoulder.
“Maybe,” Pops yells back. None of us miss his grumbling and calling us assholes from his spot in the bushes.
“Here, why don’t you let me show you out?” Rider smiles, the white of his teeth stark against the soot of the smudge stick. She stares at him in horror but follows him anyway.
As soon as she’s out of earshot Pops emerges with leaves in his usually impeccable white hair. Snickers can be heard but none of us are brave enough to laugh out loud. He’ll probably poison us or something shit..
Pops makes his way back to the party before he turns on us, voice low, “Which one of you assholes set me up?” He hits us all, one by one with this narrowed gaze. “Come on, if you fess up now I promise there will be no retribution,” he continues trying to coax us, staring until his eyes widen when his gaze lands on Kaia. “It was you, wasn’t it? Iknewyou were planning something after the whole chilli episode.”
