Page 55 of Property of Bigfoot
After dinner,when everyone sat around the table, full, happy, and pleasantly surrounded by family, Bigfoot got up and reached into his pocket before he got down on one knee in front of me. “Samantha Morton, my sweet angel, my beautiful, sassy avenging angel,” he corrected with a laugh as everyone followed suit. “You have been mine since I crashed into your life.” I chuckled along with everyone else at that. “We’re going to have our stag and hen parties in Vegas next week because the weekend after, we’re getting married at the clubhouse.” After he got that mouthful of an order out, he shoved a beautiful ring onto my finger, leaned forward and kissed it, then grinned up at me with that wide, knowing smile of his.
Yeah, that gorgeous face of his could get away with a lot. Since he hadn’t asked a question, I didn’t bother to answer him. I simply asked, “Isn’t it a bit too soon?”
He wasn’t the one who responded to me. His mother did. “Oh, honey! When the Cardwell men decide they’ve found the one, they don’t leave anything to chance. I’m honestly surprised you’re not already married. Crutch had a minister preside over our wedding while I was still passed out cold and couldn’t say no to him. That was two weeks after we met.”
When I say my jaw dropped, I mean the damn thing literally touched the table. “I’m going to need a story time about that later, Tilly.”
Tilly waved me off again as if I was being silly. “Another day, maybe. This is your day! Congratulations, my sweet girl, and welcome to the family. We’re so proud to have you as one of our own.”
Ryan hopped up and down in his seat as he tapped Hawk on the shoulder repeatedly. “Are we budders now?”
Hawk looked to his dad for an answer because he was obviously confused by the question too. “That’s a complicated answer, now isn’t it?” My new fiancé teased me. All of the adults started to laugh until Hawk spoke up.
“If I’m your brother, then Sammy is my sister,” Hawk mused.
“Fuck!” Bigfoot hissed as I threw my head back and laughed at the situation Melissa had been so afraid of.
“Lord help these children to one day understand,” Tilly prayed.
25.BACHELOR PARTY
BIGFOOT
“The women tookSammy to an all-male review,” Dime told me as he slung another shot back.
“What’s that mean?” I asked as I pushed the dancer away from my lap for the third time. If she tried to sit on my dick again, she’d find herself laid out on the floor, maybe missing teeth. I wouldn’t hit her, but I would make certain that she hit the floor instead of my lap. It was bad enough glitter seemed to drip off of her and glue itself to me every time she got too close.
“It means that your woman is probably humping up on some young stud who won’t have a problem pulling his dick out of those tiny little banana hammocks they wear on stage.”
“No!” I yelled as I stood up and surprise, surprise the bitch who couldn’t take no for an answer tipped over and fell flat on her ass.
It didn’t take me long to find out where the girls took my woman for her hen party. It took even less time for me to show up there and find my woman parked on a chair, center stage, wearing a sash that declared her to be “The Bride”.
I was going to take her over my knee as soon as I got her somewhere private. The only reason I’d wait for that was because there was no fucking way any of the dancers or staff in the joint were going to watch as my woman took pleasure in her spanking. And she would. She absolutely would.
The man in front of her dropped his pants and waved his dick in her face. I charged the stage like a fucking bull who saw the red cape swing. “Hell to the fuck no!” I bellowed as I ran to free my woman who would never voluntarily allow herself to be tied to a chair in front of an audience. It didn’t matter that she was laughing hysterically. I imagined she was only laughing at the asshole’s tiny size compared to me. “Sammy!” I called and she finally tilted her head my way. Her eyes bulged at the sight of me. “You better get away from that fucker, right now!”
“I am,” She stopped to hiccup. “Tied to a chair, Bigfoot!”
“Why in the hell did you allow yourself to be tied to a chair?”
“Tradition!” she cried out to me as all the women around threw their heads back and howled to a moon that didn’t exist because it was two o’clock on a fucking Thursday. We just happened to be in Vegas where anything goes around the clock.
“Fuck that! Having a naked man dance on you is not a tradition we’re going to uphold.”
“So, you weren’t at a strip club with some bitch throwing her tits in your face as she rained glittered down all over you?” Sammy tried to eye me suspiciously, but the amount of liquor she consumed made her giggle for some reason. Then she started singing Umbrella by Rhianna at the top of her lungs. “When the sun shines, we shine together…” It was… not attractive… at all. My woman couldn’t sing to save her life or mine. It was a good thing she was a crack shot with a gun.
“Come on baby, that’s different, and besides I pushed that bitch off me like three times. You’re grinning up at this idiot like he has a bigger dick than me and we know that’s not true.”
Sammy threw her head back and laughed, then immediately sat forward again. “Whoa! Head rush!”
Finally, I reached the stage. Fucking crazy ass women kept getting in my way and feeling me up. “If you know what’s good for you, this is the part where you run away,” my fiancé warned the dancer. I climbed up onto the stage and picked my woman up, chair and all, as the dancer heeded her warning and launched himself as far from me as he could get. Unfortunately for the poor bastard, he flung himself into the crowd of horny women and I didn’t think he’d make it up for air before I walked my Sammy down the aisle to marry me. Wait… No, before she walked down the aisle to marry me next weekend. I was pretty sure her dad had to walk her down that aisle. None of that mattered. The dancer was a goner, and I didn’t help traitors.
I managed to get my woman back to the private rooms, slipped the bouncer a few hundred bucks and he let us in. “Thirty minutes,” he cautioned.
“Only need about three,” I stated confidently.
He laughed the whole way down the hall and Sammy giggled at me too. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”
