17 Chpt. 17

Shank staying at my house only lasted about a week before the whole club house was being put on lockdown with the mexicans getting a little too close to home.  If I thought I was going crazy with having him at my house between the toilet seat being left up constantly and his clothes laying all over my house, I don't know how the hell I am going to deal with him in his room at the club house.

I stuff the last bag in the trunk and go back in the house to collect my phone and keys and maybe even Shank. Shane is tying his shoes when there's a knock at the door so he pops right up to answer it, even though shank hates when he answers the door.

"Shane, what has your father told you about-" I'm cut off as I catch a glance of the other person standing in the other side of the door. Its her.

Star.

We stare at each other, mouths agape and she glances down to shane a few times.

"What are you fucking yelling about now, babe?" Shank appears behind me. I feel his whole body tense against my back.

He stares at the woman on our doorstep with pure fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He growls at her.

"I'm back in town because dad called me about the lock down..." She trails off as her eyes bounce between all three of our faces.

"I know you..." She starts as she studies my face with serious eyes.

Shank doesn't give me time to answer. "That explains why you're in town, not why your at my fucking house. Actually, I don't even live here. Who the fuck sent you here?" He snaps.

She flinches then meets his gaze. I recognize the love and adorations I find in her deep blue eyes.

"Schiz. I asked if you were around.  I want us to talk, Shank." I cant fucking believe he would send her to my house. And how fucking dare she indirectly beg shank to fix their relationship while I'm standing here. A blind man can see shane is his son and I'm his mother.

I feel his huge hand snake around my back and land in the curve of my hip. I'm drawn back against him. "We have nothing to talk about, Star. Get the fuck off my girl's property!" He slams the door in the beautiful woman's face. 

He releases me and disappears without a word down the hall. Shane sits down again and continues tying his shoe like nothing happened. And shank called me "his girl." I mean, I guess I kinda am. I am the mother of his son.

At the club house, a smirking Schiz is by the entrance sitting at a table. I march over to him and don't stop till I'm right in front of him.

"I bet you think that was funny. Sending Star over to my house. That was petty of you, Cameron." I chide quietly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." He coughs to cover a laugh. What the fuck is wrong with him?

Not wanting to fight in front of the whole club, I just stomp off after Shank to his room where I will be spending God know how many days in.

We pass by Star sitting at the bar with Whiskey. Our eyes catch and she quickly glances away. The whole place is packed full of people and kids are running around everywhere.

I watch Shane wave to Mikey then run over to him after telling Shank. Shank still hasn't said anything since his little scene with Star earlier.

I cant imagine what's going through his head. Everything is just popping up at the same time. All the ugly reminder going off together. The People who killed his brother are coming at the club and the woman that cheated on him with his best friend has showed back up.

I toss all of our things in the floor against the wall before flinging myself on his bed. Gingerly, he sits in the corner if his bed, head in his hands. I hesitantly rub the tension out of his shoulders. He throws his head back to look up at me.

"Wanna talk to me about it?" I ask quietly, expecting him to blow up at me. Instead he blows out air.

"Lot of shit going on, babe " He says.

I nod in agreement.

"Definitely crazy right now."

He turns to face me, pulling himself out of my hands. "What can I do to help?" He asks.

I laugh. "Your cheating ex is back and the people who killed your brother are back and you want to make me feel better? I should be asking you what I can do."

He grins. "I could use some head." He suggests. I roll my eyes and slap his arm. He just laughs as he reclines back into the bed, laying on top of me.

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"You two look pretty cozy. Heard you guys are even living together now." Schiz's voice sounds from behind me as I get some fresh air off the back patio of the club. I spare him a glance over my shoulder. He's leaning against the opened glass door, watching me observe over the rest of the empty field.

"You're being childish." I won't play this game with him.

He doesn't respond. So we sit like this. In silence. Him watching me, me watching over the field.

"Missy, we're watching a movie in the lounge if you want to come..." Lacy appears from inside.

I turn to her and nod, ignoring Schiz.

"What was that about?" She asks once we've created a distance between us and Schiz. I shrug.

"He sent Star to my house today to look for shank." I tell her.

She gasps. "Wow. Thats low."

I nod. Yeah, it was.

Hotel Transylvania 2 is playing in a giant flat screen and all the kids are laying on the floor in one big dog pile staring up at it.

Mavis just announced to her dad that's shes pregnant when Mike goes, "Uncle Shank, where do babies come from?"

All eyes go to Shank. "Ask Shane, he knows." He replies.

Shane smiles excitedly. "Love. Love makes babies." He answers proudly.

A feel giggles are heard from some of the women and few snorts from the men.

"I love Sydney so are we gonna have a baby?" Mike asks. Shank almost chokes on his beer.

"No. That's not the right kinda love. Like the love you see Margo give Uncle Lynol. Or aunt Lacie with Panik." My son corrects him.

I wink over at Lacie but she just rolls her eyes and punches a laughing Panik in the gut. Mike nods, understanding my sons logic. It hurts that I wasn't one of his examples. Well, to be fair, I'm not setting the best example for him.

Shank pats my thigh as if he can tell what I'm thinking. "We're complicated, babe." He mumbles in my ear. I nod. He leaves his hand there and I don't bother to move it.

This past week, Shank and I kind of fell into these comfortable yet unknown roles. We cuddle like this and talk and laugh but nothing more. No sex. He sleeps on the couch. But every morning he's waking us up to the smell of food and spends time with Shane, letting me catch up on chores around the house.

Margo gets home from work and instantly goes for Lynol's open arms. My new iphone relentlessly vibrates in my pocket and the caller I.D. says hospital.

"Hello." I answer once outside.

"Ms. Wesson?" The male voice on the other end asks.

"Yes."

"Hi, it's Dr. Leon from Clear City Hospital. I would like to speak with you if you wouldn't mind coming in this Wednesday?" He asks.

I smile, relieved. "Yes, sir, what time?" I ask.

"Is...around 1 ok?"

We confirm our time and I prance back into to tell Shank. He smiles knowingly at me when I come smiling up to him where he sits against the wall in the floor. "Good news from the hospital?" He asks. I nod excitedly.

He pulls me down in his lap and pats my hip. "Told you it would be fine." Shank says lowly in my ear. Goosebumps break out in my arms and down my spine from the feeling in his breath in my neck.

He watches with dark eyes as I shiver. I glance over at him, both of us watching the other. He leans forward and kisses me softly. Without hesitation, I kiss back.

All the sexual tension that's been building up this past week surfacing. "Probably shouldn't be making out with all these kids around." I pull away from him with great reluctance. He growls in protest and tries to pull me back.

I swat his hand away. "Your room." I whisper in his ear then bite his lobe.

"Hey, watch my kid." He slaps jewels shoulder with the back of his hand. Jewel glances between us then nods with a shit eating grin.

"Bout fucking time. I got you." He raises his bottle to us.

Shank shoots to his feet and offers a hand down to me. I take it and he pulls me up so hard, my shoulder pops. He throws me over his shoulder and makes a beeline for his room.

I'm thrown in his bed with such force that I bounce. He stalks towards me from the door after he locks it like a cheetah does towards its dinner.

I reach out and trace the lines if his face with my finger. He pushes his face into the Palm of my hand and inhales.

I bring my finger to his hair and pull it a little. His eyes fall close and a groan escapes his lips. I bring his face right above mine and kiss him long and hard.

He slips his hands up my shirt and whips it over my head. "Not letting you get a chance to change your mind." He kisses down my chest and bites my nipple threw my bra before continuing down my stomach and stopping above the waist band of my denim shorts.

"Been watching you in these jeans all damn day, babe. Just waiting for you to bend the fuck over." He undoes the button and shoves the zipper down by stashing his hand down my panties.

My back involuntarily arches at the sudden contact between my folds and his rough hand. With just one of his hands, he pins both of mine above my head and his starts to move the pad if his thumb over my most sensitive area.

I moan and wiggle against his thumb, begging him to give me something more. Lowers his pelvis in alignment with mine and grinds against me as he plays with me.

"I'm going to drag this out as much as I can so you can feel my frustration, Missy Anne." He promises.

"Like hell you are." I suddenly flip us over and sit on top of him. His hands fall to my hips and he just watches with hooded eyes as I unhook my bra and let my breasts fall free.

I lean forward, letting my nipples skin the soft surface if his chest and I kiss him. He groans, his hands snaking their way to grab my ass. I breathe out against his lips.

"Thought we weren't dragging this out, babe." He teases. I nip his neck playfully in response.

A loud smack is heard as he slams the Palm of his hand against my barely covered ass. I grind against him, rubbing my boobs across his chest in motion with my hips.

Starting with his jaw, my kisses trail down his torso, only pausing to bite his nipple like he did mine. Once I get to his jeans, I draw patterns in his rippled skin with my tongue as I undo his button and pulls his jeans down his thighs.

No surprise he's free balling. A hiss escapes between his teeth as I kiss the head of his dick and swirl my tongue around it and down to the base where I go further down to his balls and give an opened mouth kiss.

He fists a hand in my hair. "I swear to God, Woman." He glares down at me. I just smile innocently and get back to my hands and knees and place his dick against my chest right between my boobs.

His eyes darken, if that's even possible, as he watches me as I press my boobs together, squeezing his dick, and moving up and down his length.

His head hits the pillows and he exhaled heavily through his nose. I bend my head down and catch the head of his dick in my mouth. His hand tightens its hold in my hair.

"Fucking Christ, Missy." He groans. I start moving faster against him and just as he starts to twitch, I cup his balls and squeeze. His hips jerk up in my face and he slams my mouth further down on his dick and all the movement make my breasts bounces faster on his dick. He rides out his climax and I keep sucking until he stills again.

With a few final sucks, I release him and kiss the head.

He blows out another breath. "I've never came so fucking hard, babe. Bring that fat ass here." He demands then pounces on me.