It’s your wedding day Ash! Get out of this mindset, today you get your happily ever after. That’s where you need to be, not stuck in the past where you remember everything that hurt you! Let’s go to the spa and get ready to re-marry the love of your life!

  Chapter 5

  My Thanks

  Wasp

  My girl comes out of the bathroom with her hangin’ bag which looks like it’s fixin’ to burst it’s so full. What’s really got my attention is the huge smile on her face. It’s been a long time since she and I took a trip together, where we had time to just be without someone callin’ or droppin’ by. I’m lookin forward to this time away where I can have all of Ash’s attention and she can have all of mine.

  Yes, we have our own house, and yes, our nights are ours. This feels different, it isn’t like I’m on constant alert that my phone’s gonna alert me to club business or that I’m gonna have to take a call in the middle of the night for some type of emergency with one of the brothers.

  Ash swoopin’ over and givin’ me a kiss on my cheek brings me outta my head.

  “Wow…wait a damn minute Ash, since when does a kiss on the cheek cut it for you walkin’ out that door and me not seein’ you for hours? Get your ass over here and kiss your man the right way.”

  My Ash not bein’ one to disappoint her man puts her bag down on the chair next to the bedroom door and comes over. I’m loungin’ on the bed with my arms behind my head as I watch her come over to me. She straddles my lap, now this is what I’m talkin’ about. This is the way my girl says bye to her man. She leans over, I let her lead, I love to see Ash feel comfortable enough to let go of her inhibitions and let herself feel. She leans over and teases my lips with her tongue. She traces my lips with her tongue and then swipes it across where my lips meet, beggin’ for entrance. But this is her play and I’m gonna make her work for it after tryin’ to leave and not kiss me properly.

  Work it she does, forcing my lips to part when she takes her teeth and pulls on my lower lip and quickly inserts her tongue in my mouth so they can duel for who is in charge, which I quickly turn around on her. I love the way she submits in the bedroom and allows me to take charge to give us both the pleasure we desire.

  Only Ash pulls her mouth from me and I look into her eyes. It isn’t often Ash breaks a kiss from me. Lookin’ into her eyes I can usually tell if something is wrong. Only it’s not worry or fear I see, it’s love and if I’m correct some impatience.

  “What is it baby girl?”

  “I love you babe, so much. I just don’t wanna have sex right now. I want tonight to be special for us. Don’t be upset, please Wasp?”

  “Not upset baby girl. I want to make this a special day for you. If you wanna wait till tonight after the ‘I do’s’ then that’s what you’re gonna get. I love you Ash, I’ll do anythin’ to see that smile on your face. Always.”

  And that’s when I get that dazzlin’ smile again. Damn, have I said lately I love this woman?

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  I fell asleep and woke up about three hours later, man I must have jet lag or somethin’, I never nap durin’ the day. Either that or I’m just plain old. I don’t wanna even think about that, in my mind, I’m still in my twenties. Yeah right, you old fool, in your twenties with daughters in their twenties. Who are you tryin to kid?

  I stand up and stretch out my old bones. I feel my muscles pop all over releasing the tension sleep has set into my body. Sleep is not somethin’ my body is used to. I normally only sleep four to six hours a day. That’s if I’m not called out, so this nap shit has my body out of whack. I decide a warm shower is in my future. I gather my body gel, shampoo and shaving kit and go into the bathroom, damn this shower is huge, maybe Ash and I need to have some play time in here.

  It’s got a bench seat in the perfect position for my mouth to reach her pussy perfectly. Or for her to put my dick in her mouth and bring me to heaven as her mouth always does.

  I hop into the warm shower and picturing Ashton on her knees in front of me gives me an instant hard on. No surprise there, all I have to do is think of my woman and I’m hard as a steel pipe.

  I’m not the cold shower type of guy, it’s either the real deal or its takin’ care of myself. Since my woman is getting prepped for our wedding, it looks like it’s Suzy palmer and her five sisters for me.

  I get my body nice and wet then slather some body gel into my right hand, I start at the root of my dick and stroke up to the head. With my left hand, I grab my balls and give them a tug here and there to heighten the pleasure I have to give myself. My mind goes to the night before Riley’s wedding when I had Ashton on her knees in front of me in front of the fireplace in her sanctuary.

  She was stripped naked and as she took me to the root in the back of her mouth, my girl was playin’ with her nipples while she fingered her pussy. That’s right, I’ve gotten my dirty girl back. Twice now I’ve had to convert her. I get off on my girl suckin’ me off while she pleasures herself, she knows after she comes I like to lick all those sweet juices from her tasteful pussy. No one’s pussy taste as good as my girl’s.

  I held the root of my dick so I didn’t go off before she could, my girl’s eyes always start to roll to the back of her head when she’s ready to blow. I like to hold myself off till she has hers, then I’ll take mine.

  She’ll always get hers first, I’m a firm believer that women should be first in all aspects of life, especially when you’re pleasuring the both of you and not bein’ a selfish prick.

  I jerk myself harder as I remember Ashton movin’ her hand faster at her pussy. When she moans and has my dick down her throat, the sensation alone has me ready to blow my load down her throat. She sucks faster and harder, suckin’ me down till my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  I release the tension I had created at the root of my dick and gave in to my orgasm since I could feel her shakin’ below me. And come I did, all in her mouth. Meanwhile, right now, it’s all over the shower tiles. Guess that’s the memory I need when I’m in control of blowin’ my own load.

  I hurry and finish up my shower and get out to shave. As I pull my kit out I get a call, wonderin’ who it could be since I specifically told everyone, I. Am. Not. Available. I was pissed as I went to answer my phone. Not even lookin at the caller I.D. I answer in a very harsh tone.

  “What the fuck do you want, and someone best be dead for you to be callin’ me today!”

  And then I feel like a real motherfucker when I hear my girls’ voices.

  “Sorry Dad, we just wanted to check and see if you and mom got our packages okay. We were checking to make sure they got there in time for mom’s spa appointment.”

  “Dad, we didn’t mean to interrupt, Kid has given me just a few short minutes to check in, so I thought a three-way call to you was better than interrupting Mom. Sorry we bothered you, we’ll let you go now.”

  “No! Fuck girls I’m sorry. I didn’t check the caller I.D. and assumed it was one of the guys callin’ to fuck with me. Please don’t hang up. We did get the packages and your mom was so excited, I want to thank you for puttin’ that smile on her face. Riley girl, how goes the honeymoon?”

  “It’s great dad! Kid’s making this a honeymoon that a girl could dream of. Without losing his man card of course.” Riley laughs…I love to hear that laugh after everything she’s been through in her life.

  “Love hearin’ that, he best treat you like a queen! Love that laugh too. Sadie girl, what are you and Tumbler up to?”

  “We’ve kind of been hibernating and taking it easy. We’ve talked about finding a bed and breakfast for a couple of days so it can be just the two of us. Get away and all that.”

  “Sounds like my girls have found themselves some good men, some men’s asses I will hand to them if they don’t take care of you right. Thank you, girls, for everything, Riley thanks for takin’ time outta your honeymoon to help out your mom and your old man. Sadie, thanks for organizin’ stuff for us. You girls are the best daughters that any parents could ask for. Love you girls, but your old man’s gotta spruce himself up for your mom.”

  In unity, they say, “Love you to dad, bye.”

  “Bye girls.”

  I get off, shakin’ my head, how did we get so lucky to get girls like those two? Then I shake my head in disbelief, I know how, Ashton’s their mom. Just wish I had been there as their old man. I don’t know if that burn will ever go away, how could it? My own brother kidnapped my family, stole my girls’ childhoods from me and them.

  Okay Wasp, back to it, you have the rest of your life to love your girls. Get your head in the game, you’re re-marryin’ the love of your life. This night needs to be special for her, not you lost in a pathetic meltdown that still burns in your gut.

  Time to make Ash’s wedding the best second to our first. Not sure that could be beat. Young and in love opposed to old and in love. Wonder which one will be the best memory after tonight? Guess I’ll have to wait to see.

  Chapter 6

  Spa day, fun day

  Ashton

  Walking into the spa the driver took me to, I am in awe and loving my daughters right about now. When the receptionist is listing off all the things the girls set me up with I’m so excited I could dance. Not wanting to embarrass myself I refrain from doing so. Thankfully my masseuses’ name is Jennifer, so it’s safe to assume it’s a girl. Right?

  Since my massage was last, I put it to the back of my mind, first up was my facial. I had a lovely older lady name Blanche who put me to sleep with her melodic music and wonderful hands. She quietly worked on me as I took a thirty-minute mini nap. She gently woke me up and sent me to my pedicure station.

  There I met a twenty something year old named Ginny, she was sweet and very funny. We laughed and joked while she worked on my feet. I told her about my girls and she told me about her childhood. Her grandparents raised her because her mom had her very young. How young she never said, but I assume it was extremely young since she made the statement they grew up more like sisters than mother and daughter. What a sad thing for a girl so young to have a child and that child knowing her mother couldn’t truly be a mother.

  After Ginny gave my legs the massage of their life, exfoliated them and gave me a kick ass pedicure I was ready for my manicure. I was beginning to get sad, this pampering day for me was going really fast, and I was enjoying myself immensely. I sucked it up and pulled my big girl panties up and moved on to the next station where I met Elvira. I shit you not, she could compete with the television show hostess! I guess she’s what you would consider Goth, or new age. Whatever it is the kids are calling it, I’m not sure how old she is with all of the junk she had all over her face and her black hair standing out. But hey, who am I to judge, you should see my hair from the 80’s. Not my best decade, but you live and you learn.

  Elvira however wasn’t as intimidating once she started speaking. The poor girl was in college majoring in Education. Now this is no offense to her in any way, but the school board is not lenient with appearances. I know they’re gonna take away her rights to be who she feels she should be. I hope she’s prepared to be told how to dress and that her appearance must go. Otherwise I’m afraid the poor girl will never get a job in her field. It would be a shame too, she’s bright and very intelligent. I personally feel she’d have a lot to offer the next generation if they could put appearances aside. Did I tell her this? No, she’s gonna have to learn the way we all have to.

  It’s a lesson in life we all need to go through unfortunately, plus as sweet as she is, I don’t want my manicure messed up. I mean really, it’s my wedding day.

  Then I was told I had an hour till my massage and that meant it was lunch time. Great! I was starving since I hadn’t had breakfast. They took me into this little sitting room with tables and chairs and sitting couches. It was all very homey feeling. I sat on the couch intending on getting lost in a book on my phone when my complimentary lunch was served.

  I got a water with kiwi, orange and lime slices in it. It was actually refreshing. Lunch consisted of a salad with fresh strawberries, fresh romaine lettuce, and a raspberry/strawberry vinaigrette dressing. The salad was huge; I could have shared it with three people. On the side was a light-colored rye bread with butter on the side, low fat at that. Guess this spa is very health conscious.

  I read my erotica book and ate my lunch, time passed me by and in no time, I heard my name being called. I turned and saw Jennifer my masseuse and immediately was scared. I think she had almost the same muscle tone as Wasp! And that’s saying a lot. Damn, is this woman a professional weightlifter or woman’s world champion in boxing or something? She’s gonna break me like a twig.

  I almost texted Wasp with 911 for an emergency escape until an older lady came in the room thanking her for the massage, said she hadn’t felt this relaxed in years. Well, if she could do it, I certainly could. Putting my things away, I followed Jennifer.

  As we walked down the hallway to her room I chanted in my head please don’t break me, please don’t break me. I really was petrified. Once again, I held my shoulders straight and went into her room.

  “So, I hear you’re recommitting to your husband? I’ll make sure you get a soft soothing massage. Every bride deserves to be pampered the day of her wedding. If you would take off your robe, lay on your stomach and cover your rear with the sheet that is on the table we can get started, miss.”

  “Thank you so much Jennifer, I’ve been looking forward to this massage all day. It’s been a while since I’ve had one and my lower back and neck have had kinks in them for a while.”

  I finished disrobing and hopped on the table and in position as I finished my last word. I noticed Jennifer checking the temperature of her oil which I appreciated. I scooped my hair to the side so she’d have full access to my neck. I didn’t put my hair up as requested since my hair was next and I needed it free with no kinks in it. As Jennifer started at my feet I thought I could do this daily, hmm...devising a plan to show Wasp how very thankful I could be after a massage, maybe I could at least get one once a week.

  Next thing I know she’s waking me to roll over with another sheet in her arms for me to cover the girls. Then after getting situated I promptly fell back to sleep. Before I knew it, my hour was up and I was off to get my hair done. Gretta was my hair lady and she was from the Deep South.

  She sounded just like good ol Scarlett O’Hara from Gone with the Wind. I was enamored with her right away and kept her talking as much as possible, I just loved hearing her accent. When she was finished with my hair, it was absolutely beautiful. At first, I was a little skeptical I’d end up looking like some type of southern belle from way back when, but she’d done a beautiful job.

  She was open for the rest of the afternoon with me being her last appointment. She came with me to the chapel and helped me put on my dress and make-up. It of course was done to perfection with natural tones. Best of all, she was still able to give me the smoky eye effect while managing to make it all look natural. She helped with my jewelry as we took the time to ooh and ahhh over the pieces my girls got me, and I explained to her about the father and son jeweler.

  She made a vow to come visit just so she could hit up the jewelry shop. I don’t know why but that excited me to know I’d be able to see my new friend again. We swapped numbers but she stayed and helped me finish getting ready. Then we decided there needed to be someone there supporting our new vows to each other.

  I had felt an instant connection to Gretta and gave her the story of finding Wasp, being taken from Wasp to finding him again. She was in crocodile tears by the time I was finished. She told me my story needed to be written in a book, I thought that was ridiculous. Who really wanted to hear about a love formed, a love lost and found again twenty years later.

  It sounded absolutely ridiculous to me, but she kept pestering me to talk to her friend who was starting out as a self-published author. I guess we’d see if our story was written, I however was doubtful anyone would give a shit about one family’s life torn apart and put back together again.

  Twenty minutes after I was completely dressed and Gretta and I were giggling like school girls, there was a knock at the door telling me it was time. Gretta held my hands and told me this was my happily ever after and to enjoy it because not many of us got to marry the loves of our lives.

  I couldn’t ask her about her statement because it was time I made it to my man and gave myself to him for the last time.

  Chapter 7

  Our new beginning of forever

  Wasp

  I stood in my place waitin’ for my bride when I noticed a lady sittin’ in the pew. She said hello and told me about meetin’ my wife today and helpin’ her get ready. I welcomed her and told her to get comfy. Turns out my girls do know me, they sent me a new pair of my Levi jeans I wear, black of course.

  A new button-down white shirt, long sleeves I could’ve done without, but I guess it’s wedding correct. And a black and cream-colored tie. Why those colors I don’t know, but I guess my girls do, doesn’t matter it’s getting tossed as soon as we’re done.

  The doors open and the song begins. I can’t help myself I get lost in it, it’s the same song she walked down to me the first time we got married….

  The song was personally written by a friend. A member of another club…Crow, from the Native Warriors MC:

 

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