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I
heard her as soon as I entered the building.
“It’s
a classic, sonny boy, and you don’t fuck with the classics. Do you
hear me? Or has that combover blocked your ears?”
I
couldn’t help but grin. The voice belonged to Sybil Calley, my
formidable, charismatic grandmother. Seventy-something-years old, she
was a force to be reckoned with and very rarely backed down in an
argument. Any poor soul who took her on was in for a fierce fight,
and by the sounds of it, Tito was about to feel the full force of
hurricane Sybil.
“It’s
blasphemy! That’s what it is. Blasphemy! Why, I bet Deborah Kerr is
rolling in her grave, God rest her beautiful soul. How dare you stain
such a beautiful story with your weirdness, you rude little boy!”
As
I rounded the corner, Sybil and Tito came into view. Tito was
standing with his back to the wall with his arms in the air, while my
formidable grandmother yelled at him. He looked terrified.
“Grandma
Calley,” I interrupted, trying to contain my grin. Seeing me walk
in, Tito looked relieved and relaxed his arms.
Sybil
wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She held up a DVD so
I could see the cover. “Did you know about this?”
I
took it from her and couldn’t help but grin at the cover. Pure
spank bank bullshit that sells.
But definitely not what you wanted your grandmother looking at in
front of you.
“How
on Earth did you even know about it?” I asked.
“I
might be edging close to buying the farm, Cade, but I’m not quite
dead yet. You know I like to keep my finger on the pulse. It’s
Tuesday, and I know you drop into this pit of despair on Tuesdays, so
I came down to speak with you.” She gave Tito a withering look.
“Ran into this little twerp and found this . . .”
She
ripped the DVD out of my hands and held it up. The cover was a
rip-off of An
Affair To Remember,
except it was titled, An
Anus to Remember.
Gay porn. It was a bestseller.
“It’s
a disgrace, Cade. An absolute disgrace.” She pushed the DVD into
Tito’s chest. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Ain’t
nothing wrong with a bit of man-on-man love, Grandma,” I said,
trying to diffuse the situation. Sybil could be unpredictable at
times.
“I
know that! Man on man. Woman on woman. I don’t give a goddamn! What
I do care about is taking a classic and turning it into smut. Now
that is not right, Cade. Not right. You don’t fuck with the
classics.”
“Cade,
this can’t keep happening,” Tito moaned.
Sybil
turned back to Tito. “I’m seventy-three years old but I ain’t
dead yet, sonny. I’m the original biker queen and I’m still
packing as much attitude as I did back when my old man started the
Kings of Mayhem more than fifty years ago. If you ever mess with one
of the classics again and put your perverted stamp all over it, I
will knock you on your ass, do you hear me?”
Again,
I struggled to contain my grin.
Tito,
however, looked unraveled. And he had every cause to be because I had
no doubt Sybil meant what she said. She was a classy lady who never
left the house without taming her bright red hair and putting on a
thick coat of red lipstick. But she was a biker queen first. Tough.
Fierce. With a mean right hook.
You
didn’t fuck with Sybil Calley.
Taking
pity on Tito, I slunk an arm around Grandma’s shoulders and guided
her toward the front door.
“Now,
Grandma, you can’t come in here and get up in Tito’s grill about
things. Head Quarters is off limits to MC women, remember?”
That
rule had come about after Sybil had swept through Head Quarters like
a hurricane and upset an entire cast of actresses on the set of a
movie we were making called Some
Like It Hard.
Sybil was a die-hard Marilyn fan and managed to put the fear in all
the actresses who were on set, leading to a mass walk-out and halting
production for three days.
Not
that Sybil paid any attention to rules. She was the original rule
breaker. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. And if it suited
her, she’d blame her forgetfulness
on her age to get away with it, despite being sharp as a tack.
She
waved off the mention of the rules.
“If
that little pervert can’t handle a seventy-year-old woman, then he
needs to take a cup of cement and harden the fuck up.” She glanced
over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Tito as we were walking
away, and muttered, “little pussy.”
I
tried not to laugh because that would only encourage her, so I asked,
“Grandma, why are you here?”
She
relaxed and smiled. “Now, Cade, you know you’re my favorite
grandson—”
“You
say that to all your grandsons . . .”
“.
. . and I love you. So I wanted to see how you were feeling about
Indy coming home.”
“This
isn’t her home anymore, Grandma. She lives in Seattle now.”
“Thank
you, Captain Obvious. But you know what I mean.” Her face softened
as she took my hand. “I know the affect that girl has on you. I
just wanted to make sure…”
“What?”
She
smacked me hard on the arm. “That you’re not going to be an ass
about it.”
I
couldn’t help but grin. Good on Grandma Sybil.
“A
lot of water has passed under the bridge, Grandma. I’m not an
eighteen-year-old psychopath anymore.”
Sybil
didn’t look convinced. “You’re a Calley and we’re passionate
sonsofbitches. When we love, we love big, and if that love dies, then
we die a big death along side it. I should know. When your Pappy
died, my heart went with him.”
I
couldn’t help but smile at my feisty grandmother.
“I’m
sure Jury wouldn’t like to hear you say that,” I said.
Jury
was my grandma’s sixty-year-old boyfriend.
“Jury
isn’t the love of my life. Your grandpappy was. Jury knows I’m
just after his body.”
I
raised an eyebrow at her. “Grandma, there are certain things a
grandson should never hear his grandmother say, and that’s right up
there with them.”
She
waved me off. “The body may be old and the reflection in the mirror
might be slightly different, but the mind is still twenty years old.
I might not be able to do it the way I used to but—”
I
stuck my fingers in my ears. “Lalalalalalalalala . . .”
She
rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you think that I don’t do the
things I still did when I was twenty.”
“Seriously,
Grandma . . .” I begged, pained by the mental images.
Sighing
dramatically, she changed the subject. “Your mom is making dinner
for Lady and Indy. Somehow I was extended an invitation. I assume
you’ll be there.”
To
say Sybil and my mom didn’t exactly get along would be an
understatement. The civil unrest had ended years ago, but in its wake
was a frosty cold war of mammoth proportions. Mother-in-law and
daughter-in-law didn’t exactly see eye to eye.
I
nodded. “I’m heading over there now.”
“Fine.
I’ll follow you. Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of pussy and
cock today.”
I
opened the front door for her and shook my head. “Jesus Christ,
Sybil. My ears are bleeding.”
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Looking
down at her, I looked into her eyes. I had won the lottery. I had
everything I wanted. I just hoped she felt the same way.
“I
love you,” I said. And I had never meant anything more in that one
moment. “Tell me what I need to do to keep you with me.”
“I
need to take things one step at a time,” she replied soberly.
“We
can work things out together.” I wiped a strand of hair from her
cheek. Still inside her, I felt her clench around me. “Promise me
that we can. That you won’t run away again.”
She
nodded and slid her hand behind my neck, pulling me down to kiss me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered against my lips.
I
rose up on my forearms again. Sliding my turquoise and silver ring
from my finger, I reached for her left hand and slipped it over her
ring finger. “You’re my girl.”
“What
are you doing?”
“Making
you mine for good.”
Surprise
turned into a big smile. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“I
don’t want any other girl, Indy. From the moment I met you, we were
meant to be together.”
“This
isn’t really taking things one day at a time,” she said with a
soft chuckle.
I
smiled and curled my hand around the ring and her finger. “This is
permanent.”
She
gave me one of her serious looks. “I won’t cook for you.”
“You
can’t cook anyway.”
She
grinned “And I don’t iron.”
“Baby,
do I look like the kind of guy who gives a fuck about ironing?”
I
was hard as fuck now, and when I started to move inside her again, an
involuntary moan escaped her parted lips.
“In
fact, I won’t wash, clean, or run after you in any way, shape, or
form,” she said. She was trying to keep focused on her argument,
but the fact that I was slowly fucking her was becoming a
distraction.
“And
I won’t be at your beck and call, like the other old ladies.” She
tried to sound tough, but she was close to whimpering as my cock
moved in and out of her. I pressed in deep and hard against her
pelvis with mine.
“Aha,”
I said, running my tongue along her neck.
“And
don’t expect me to wait at home for you to come home. I’m an
independent woman.”
I
pressed harder into her. “Indy…”
“Yes?”
“Are
you always going to be such a pain in the ass?”
I
felt her grin against my shoulder. “You can count on it, Cade. I
ain’t one of your club bunnies.”
I
looked down at her. “Club bunnies?” God, I was in love with her.
“Like
Sandy or Candy, or whatever the fuck their names are.”
The
beginnings of another orgasm began to swell in me.
“I
think I got it. You ain’t no cooking, cleaning, ironing,
wait-at-home, club bunny.”
“Exactly.”
When
she gasped at my sudden thrust, I knew it wasn’t going to take me
long to make her come, and I was right. After moving deep and slow
into her, she came beneath me in tiny shudders, pressing her fingers
deep into my shoulders and squeezing her thighs tight around my hips.
It was enough to set me off. My second orgasm was long and drawn out,
sinking into my brain and dragging me away on a hazy wave of bliss.
That’s
when I made a silent vow to myself. I would only ever do right by
this amazing woman. No matter what it took.
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