Page 49 of Joker
“I’m glad you like it all,” I say as I turn to look at her.
“Don’t play coy with me, Jason Davis. Don’t for a second think I didn’t notice the touches around the house are the same ones we talked about as kids. I can’t believe you remembered.” Her eyes are getting all misty.
I smile, knowing she had noticed.
“Of course, I remembered. I promised you a dream then, and now I’m making good on that promise,” I state.
“Thank you, Jason.” She’s a little choked up. I’m glad it means so much to her.
With a kiss on my cheek, she whispers, “Goodnight.”
Soon I’m alone on the back deck, watching her walk away from me. I can still feel her soft lips on my cheek. Maybe there really is hope for us. Finishing my beer, I lock up and head back to the clubhouse.
Dropping back on my bed, it still smells of her. Closing my eyes, I can feel her hand on my chest as she reached up to kiss my cheek. Undoing my jeans, I grab my hard as steel cock in my hand and start to rub up and down. Remembering how soft her skin felt and how good she felt in my arms. It isn’t long before I feel the tell-tale tingle in my balls, and I am shooting my load over my hand and t-shirt.
Feeling a little more relaxed, I strip, dumping clothes in the hamper, and head for the shower. The hot water feels good over my muscles, relaxing me some more. I go to check on Beau after my shower. His bed is empty. Sighing and dropping my head forward, at that moment, I’d forgot he wasn’t there. Force of habit, I guess. I miss being so close to the kid. Giving up, I head to bed.
It’s been a few months now since Carrie and Beau had moved into the house. Prez got Carrie a job in the club’s garage, keeping the boys in check and the office in order. Plus, the garage is always protected, so it’s safe for her, with the brothers always coming and going. She seems to love it, and she’s really good at it. The office has never been so organized. I’m so proud of the progress she’s made, seeing Dr. Wood has done wonders for her. She’s more confident every day and is comfortable with the brothers and male customers. Beau is now like a normal kid. He’s started school and doing well. Carrie took him to see Dr. Wood also to help him readjust to life.
My phone ringing draws me out of my thoughts.
“Yup,” I answer.
“Get to the garage. It’s Carrie.”
That is all Wrench says before I’m running for my bike and gunning full throttle for the garage. I pull up five minutes later, nearly dropping my bike in my haste to get to Carrie. Running into the garage, Carrie is curled up in Tank’s lap, shaking with tears running down her face.
“What the fuck?” I ask
Hearing my voice, Carrie is up and flinging herself into my arms. Wrapping her up as tight as I can, I hold her to me.
“It’s okay, babydoll. I’ve got you.”
I try to reassure her, stroking her head.
“Does someone want to tell me what the fuck happened?” I growl.
Tank and Wrench look at each other, and I know this is not going to be good. It’s then I spot the blood on the floor and a few drops on Carrie.
My eyes find Tank, and he nods his head.
“Seems one of the customers who came in, Carrie recognized as one of that sick fuck’s friends. She knew from his face that he also recognized her. He grabbed her, but she fought him and stabbed him with scissors from the desk. We came running when we heard her shouting. The girl is a badass, waited until we had moved the body and closed the garage before she let go,” he explains.
Holy fuck!
Kissing the top of her head, I hold her tighter.
“Fuck, babydoll, you did the right thing. I’m sorry this happened. I promise I’ll keep you more protected.”
Sniffling, she moves to look at me.
“No, Joker, I can’t let this send me backward. I refuse to let this rule my life. The chances of this happening again are slim. But I want to be able to protect myself better. Tank has agreed to show me self-defense, and I was hoping you would agree to give me some refresher training with a gun? It has been years since I have shot properly.”
Her strength and courage are inspiring. My girl is strong as fuck.
“Of course, I will, babydoll. Anything you want to feel safer. That said, you’re clearly badass with a pair of office scissors,” I joke.
This gets a laugh out of her.
