Sunday Morning: A Damaged Novella (9 page)

C
ooper was a runner. If not for the fence around our
rental home, he’d run out the back and keep going. I spent most evenings
chasing him around the yard. Half of the time our new puppy, Mork, helped me
corral Cooper. The other half, he tripped me so I couldn’t catch Cooper. The
dog had some seriously shifting loyalties.

I tucked my blond baby into his crib and watched
him doze off. Kirk soundlessly joined me in the room and took in the sight of
our little guy. Cooper was a dream, and I was already cooking our second. Kirk
swore this one was a boy too, and I was pretty sure he was right. Potential
basketball team be damned, I’d keep popping them out until I got my girl.

Kirk and I shut Cooper’s bedroom door and retired
to our own. I turned up the sound of the baby monitor before studying Kirk
stretched out in bed. I admired the tattoos on his wrist with Cooper and my
name.

“I’m sticky from the heat,” I said.

Kirk flipped through the TV channels for nearly a
minute before his brain caught up with his dick.

“I should help you in the shower.”

Grinning, I hurried into the adjoining bathroom and
turned on the water. Kirk was shirtless by the time he reached me. I sighed at
the feel of his warm skin pressed against mine.

His fingers looped my shorts and slid them down. I
giggled when his teeth nipped my butt cheek. Kirk stood up and tugged off my
tank top.

“Let me look at these lovelies,” Kirk said after we
stepped under the water.

My fingers went to his chest while his hands cupped
mine.

“Jodi,” he said, teasing my nipples and sending
unbearable heat to the spot between my legs. “How do I not spend every second
of the day inside you?”

“You have a job and kid,” I murmured.

“That I do.”

I squirted soap into Kirk’s hand and then my own.
We took turns washing each other until we were squeaking clean. I finished up
by stroking Kirk’s thick cock. His lips sucked on mine as my hand moved faster.
I didn’t stop stroking when he came. My mind was already imagining us in bed
with him inside me.

Kirk stroked my nipples, and they were extra
sensitive when I was pregnant. Squirming away from him, I hurried out of the
shower without even drying off. I climbed on the bed and displayed my ass to
him like a horny cat.

“In front of the mirror?” Kirk asked, his fingers
sliding up and down my slit.

Facing a floor mirror, I took in the sight of all
his tattoos on his tanned body.

Smiling at him through the mirror, I whispered. “I
like watching you.”

Kirk grinned, but his expression was predatory. The
man loved fucking me. I didn’t blame him. I was an enthusiastic lover. All of
those months wanting and waiting made me forever desperate for relief. The six
weeks after Cooper’s birth nearly drove me insane. Kirk didn’t help by holding
our boy shirtless. Seeing him so sexy during daddy duty left me in a state of
heat.

“I love you,” he said, sliding deeper inside me.
“Never forget you own me.”

Our hips found a painfully slow rhythm. I ached to
feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. Kirk knew what I wanted
without me asking. He always knew. It was why I loved him back in Chesterfield and why I’d love him until the day I died.

Forty minutes later, we stretched out in bed. I
wrapped my leg over his and took in the sight of his sweaty forehead.

When I burst into laughter, he wrapped an arm
around me and frowned. “What’s so funny?”

“Five years,” I said through my giggles. “You
really thought you’d wait for five fucking years to be with me. If you weren’t
so damn smart, I’d think you were an idiot.”

Swiping wet strands from my face, Kirk sighed.
“Those were the noble efforts of a delusional man.”

“Look at you getting poetic, baby.”

Kirk smiled at me, and I knew he would never leave
me. We might grow old and the exciting newness of our love might fade. Our
family would grow, and we’d struggle find time alone. None of it would matter.
Kirk and I made sense despite all the rules saying otherwise. We made sense
from day one and we’d make sense until our final breaths.

S
ome days, I forgot the dump I came from. Robin and
the Princess Farms Trailer Park felt like a bad dream. Each year, those
memories faded. I was Jodi Johansson. I had a strong and sexy husband. We built
our dream house where we raised our four kids. Kirk ended up with a dozen dogs
running around our property. Cooper and our second boy Tucker trained them all.
I’d stand on our huge deck and watch my guys playing with those big
Rottweilers. They were a sight I never got tired of seeing.

I finally got my daughter. Unlike her brothers who
always wanted to run and enjoy their independence, Bailey was a clingy baby.
She followed me around everywhere. I ate up the attention. While the boys
looked like their dad, Bailey was a mini-me. Even if she didn’t look or act
like Kirk, she adored her daddy.

Whenever we went out together, Bailey sat on Kirk’s
shoulders. She’d always give me a smirk because she was hot shit above the rest
of us.

Tucker and Cooper looked so much alike, and I
imagined them to be twins. Except Cooper grew up to be a smart, serious kid.
Tucker never stopped running around laughing at every dumb thing. He wasn’t the
brightest bulb in our family, but he was loyal to Cooper. Kirk said if he had a
little brother like Tucker that he might have made bigger moves earlier in
life.

Our kids were wild and active, meaning they crashed
early every night and left their parents to play. Kirk never slowed down when
it came to his sexual appetite. Even if he hadn’t, we had a million experiences
outside of the bedroom to keep us happy.

Ellsberg became our home quickly. We ate out a few
times a week until we were regulars everywhere. By the time we opened up our
bar Whiskey Kirk’s, the name Johansson meant power in Ellsberg. The Reapers
quietly ruled, keeping order in the town and the expanding area.

Kirk and I got a surprise when I gave birth to
another daughter long after we figured we were done. Sawyer was another spunky,
curly-haired child who looked like me and kicked ass like her dad. Our family
complete, we settled into a luxurious life in our dream house in the woods.

I never heard from Robin or anyone else from Chesterfield. While I didn’t miss them, I sometimes wanted to gloat about my good fortune.
All of those years, Mom mocked my love of books. Now I regularly took classes
at the nearby New Hampton College. The libraries in Ellsberg were filled with
more books than I could ever read. I was living in a paradise, and everyone
always said I’d never amount to shit.

Hell, I’d thought that too, but then I met Kirk
Johansson, and my life was never the same.

A
s a kid, I’d always wanted to see Mount Rushmore. I
couldn’t believe men carved those faces into an actual mountain. I didn’t think
about that urge until I had kids and decided to buy an RV. Our first summer
road trip was to South Dakota.

Every year, I took Jodi and the kids on another
trip. Our children grew up wanting for nothing. Those trips were eye-opening
for Jodi and me. We grew up in a small, dirty world where no one amounted to
more than their parents. Everyone and everything was shit, and everyone and
everything was okay with being shit. Staring up at Mount Rushmore or seeing the
Grand Canyon reminded me I was a man of the bigger world now. Jodi and I
weren’t trapped either by poverty or own low expectations.

The Reapers were tight like the Chesterfield
Vandals never would be. We worked hard, and our business wasn’t pretty, but it
provided for our families. I trusted these men, creating brothers out of
strangers. Being in charge was actually easier than being a disgruntled sheep.
Win or lose, I liked calling the shots. One day, Cooper would run the club and
our other businesses. He was as smart as his mom and as tough as his old man.

Even with my club brothers, Jodi remained my best
friend. She knew me better than anyone and always had my back. I’d never
understand how she put up with my shit all of those years. She was a kid when
we met. Yet she knew what she wanted, and she never wavered in her dreams.
Eventually, I submitted to her will and everything great in my life fell into
place afterward.

How in the hell did I get this damn lucky? I never
did anything to earn this woman and these beautiful children. I had a solid
club in a safe town. I owned a big beautiful piece of land and was already
making plans to build our dream house.

I was showered with all of these blessings because
of a chance meeting with a spitfire on a Sunday morning.

Living
in Indiana with my three sweet sons, three wacky cats, one super mom (and her
ugly dog), I love writing, cats, Denny's, 1970's rock, Beanie Boos, and sitcoms
cancelled before their time.

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