The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (38 page)

Pulling back, Jo places her palm on top of my giant belly. “I think we’re stayin’ tonight, so I hope to see you three in the morning.”

I lay my hand on top of hers. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

Sliding up next to me Big throws his arm over my shoulder and tucks me to his side. Jo retracts her hand from my belly letting it fall to her side and slips back into the circle beside Deke.

“We’ll see everyone later,” Big announces before jerking his chin at Jo, then guiding me to the clubhouse and through the back door, headed for his clubhouse bedroom where he sees us inside.

I waddle my way to the bed and sit down while Big locks his door. Then he doesn’t waste any time getting undressed. Taking off his cut he lays it on the edge of the bed and tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask, not trying to hide the fact that I’m totally checking him out. He’s fucking sexy as hell. I can’t help it. He’s welcome to get naked in front of me any time he wants, you won’t hear me complaining. Look at those fucking hips and that chest. Mmmm-Mmmm-mmmmm he’s hella yummy.

Briefly, Big meets my gaze not caring that I’m checking him out, when he states, “We’re gonna lay down, and we’re gonna do it naked.” Then he toes off his boots and kicks them to the side before moving to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He shakes them down his legs, and they too are quickly discarded, leaving him almost naked, wearing only his boxers.

“Oh we are, are we?” I test.

Without replying Big takes powerful steps towards me and stops when his bare feet touch mine. Let me tell ya, the view is quite nice from down here. His dick and abs are within reach, and my fingers are seriously itching to touch them.

Licking my lips, I savor the eyeful of all that is Big as his hands come to rest on my shoulders and he shoves them back. I let out a tiny surprised squeal as I drop back into the mattress. My heart shoots into my throat.

I can’t believe he just did that!

Before I’m able to bitch at him, Big kneels on the floor at my feet, spreading my legs. His hands slip up my dress, pushing it upward over my belly. “I said, naked,” he remarks.

“Well, I didn’t,” I shoot back, trying to wiggle away, smacking his hands. It proves to be impossible when Big’s lips press to my belly and his fingers dip into the waistband of my lace panties, holding me in place.

What does he think he’s doing?

Chuckling heartily, he brushes his lips over my swollen belly. “Harley, please tell mommy to stop strugglin’ before I get the cuffs out. All Daddy wants to do is give her some lovin’.”

Did he seriously just speak to me by using our daughter? I can’t decide if that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard or the most infuriating. At this moment, my stomach does a fluttering dip and my heart warms. Guess my body is going with cute though my mind still hasn’t decided.

His lips continue their sweet assault by kissing our daughter, while his hands slowly tug down my panties. “You’re gonna be beautiful,” he speaks to her, “And Daddy is always gonna take good care of you and Mommy.”

My eyes grow soft, and my insides turn to mush. I love this man so much. Sometimes I forget how amazing he really is and how sweet and loving he can be. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. And I know for sure he will make the best dad a daughter could ever hope for.

Big’s lips cascade down my belly in a waterfall of tender kisses. His hot breath fans over my sensitive flesh, and I feel my pussy clench. Biting my lip I relish in his magical touch. Everywhere his hands move, sliding over my skin it feels perfect…right.

Lower he moves until his mouth is at the cleft of my pussy. Leaning up a little, so I can see over my belly, my eyes meet his. They’re glistening with love watching me watch him.

“I love you, Sugar Tits,” his tongue pokes through my lips, and he delves his tongue inside my wetness, as his hands lift my legs, hooking them over his shoulders.

My legs tremble. “I love you most,” I moan.

With an approving growl, Big swipes his tongue over my clit, and my back slams into the bed, arching as I scream out my pleasure. My hands fist the sheets. His tongue sweeps over my bud again, and I wail his name.

Oh my fuck!

“Your pussy tastes so fuckin’ good,” he circles his tongue around my clit, not touching it. I whimper with need. “You’re everythin’ to me,” his tongue swirls again. “And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life showin’ ya how much I love you,” he stops and tenderly kisses my clit, groaning his satisfaction.

I blow out a shaky breath, riding the edge of bliss.

“Now it’s time to make my old lady come,” Big declares.

The End

If you're at this point it means you've finish Vol 3 or you've skipped ahead to the end. If it's the latter, don't cheat and get your ass back to the front of the book. You're not supposed to read the ending yet. For those who've just finished I want to say thank you for taking another wild ride. I know that there were a lot of bumps and bruises along the way but now it's through... you can breathe, have a stiff drink, and eat some chocolate. I know that’s what I did when I finished writing it, I was a fucking mess.

I hope y’all will stay tuned in the future to my MC Chronicles series.

The next in the lineup will be Big's book, written from his point of view. It's gonna be another crazy ride. I hope you're ready.

Peace, Bink.

Bink Cummings

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(Unedited--Copyright © 2015 by: Bink Cummings)

Pulling up a wooden chair I sit across from the leather couch in the clubhouse common room. Crossing my legs I drop my tape recorder into my lap and click it on. Big is already seated. His boot clad foot is resting on his knee, bouncing, while his arms are hooked over the backrest spread wide, palms down, gripping the top.

“So, are ya ready to get this show on the road?” I test the waters. I know he’s not exactly thrilled to be doing this interview for his book, but I couldn’t pass it up when I convinced him to let me do the interview while we were having sex. A little coercion in the heat of passion never hurt anybody. Right?

His lip curls and he shakes his head. Okay, maybe’s not as excited about this as I would have liked.

“Are ya gonna cooperate?” I tilt my head to the side assessing his body language. His bouncing foot is quite the distraction. Pretty sure he’s nervous.

“Are you gonna let me fuck ya after we’re done if I do?” He shoots back with a sly grin. What kind of old lady would I be if I didn’t give it up for this kind of interview? He’s going above and beyond the call of duty for me, all in the name of love. So to answer his question that would be a
yes
, although I’m not going to give him the green light too easily. I know better than that.

I bob my head, “Yes, if you cooperate like we discussed.”

He scoffs under his breath and shakes his amused head, grinning. “Discussed? You’re gonna play that little card?” he raises a daring brow, “How about me askin, ‘
Tell me what ya want baby,’
when I’m pounding ya from behind, and slapping that fine fuckin’ ass. To have your response be, ‘
Do an interview for my book
.’ while you’re moanin’. What the hell did you think I was gonna say?”

“You
said ‘
anythin’ you want, Sugar Tits.’” I remind him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “I know what you said, I said. I don’t remember it.”

I call bullshit, he’s just changing his story now.

Now it’s my time to roll my eyes, I make it a better show than his, “We’re not leaving here until I get all the goods I need, now, do want something to drink?” I sweep my hand in the direction of the fully stocked bar, knowing damn well he is going to tell me no.

Just like I thought, he shakes his head, “No gonna happen, a drunk me, means you might get more outta me.”

I knew that was the cause, this is why I was secretly hoping he would drink. A loose Big with me in the same vicinity, is a chatty Big. He’s not much for talking with strangers, or even the brothers for that matter. But me and him in a room or with the sisters, and he can’t shut the hell up. Although I think he offends people easily. You have to have a strong backbone to take his brutally honest conversations. And… people think I’m bad.

I don’t comment or show my disappointment. I let it go. No drinking, will have to suffice.

“I have a list of questions to ask you,” I state a matter-of-factly.

“I figured, let’s just get this over with.” Although his words sound bitter, his face tells me otherwise, he’s merely teasing and trying to get under my skin.

Not sure of which questions I should ask or in what order I start in the middle of my mental list. I did write them down but I didn’t bring the paper along. Seems more organic this way, or that’s what I thought before I decided to have this interview here. I couldn’t do it at home or he would be all over me, baiting me with sex. Harley’s with grandpa Gunz so I could get this time to interview Big. The clubhouse is where he grew up, I figured it was as good of a place to reminisce about his past.

I shift to get more comfortable in my chair.

“You know you could just come and sit beside me,” Big winks and drops his hand to the couch, patting the cushion beside him.

“And what? Have you touching my tits the entire time?” I look at my boobs and back to his face, “I don’t think so.” I shake my head, smirking.

“Fine,” he doesn’t sound angry, maybe a little let down? I dunno, I don’t care. His hand goes back to the top of the couch.

“So your name is?” I start with an easy one.

“You’re seriously asking me that stupid fuckin’ question?”

“Yes.”

“My. Name. Is. Richard. Darcy,” he talks slowly like I have a learning disorder. I resent him for that and flip him the bird.

He shrugs, “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’m down,” he pretends like he’s going to get off the couch but doesn’t.

“I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“Then don’t offer me up the goods this early.”

“You’re being an ass.”

His hand from the back of the couch motions for me to get on with it. I do.

“Ok, Big, people are gonna wanna know how you feel about me writing a book from your point of view, about you. What are your thoughts?”

“I don’t care,” his face contorts into this expression that tells me this is yet another dumb question. “I thought we went over this when you decided to publish in the first place? As long it’s not club business and you’re careful with what you share, I could care less. If people like to read it, then give it to ‘em. If not, then I don’t give a fuck. I’m not readin’ this shit anyhow. As far as I know, you’re painting me to be some knight in shining armor that rides my trusty steed.”

He isn’t taking a lick of this seriously, his devilish grin tells me as much.

“Trusty steed? Seriously?” I mock.

“What?” he shrugs, “I don’t read romance novels. History or mystery, remember?”

I remember that well. Big hates romances novels. Doesn’t care who reads them, but he’s a man and thinks men should read badass testosterone driven books. Apparently romance doesn’t qualify…………
to be continued.