Just Let Go

Hudson

Pulling up to the bar I glance over at Blake who's stood outside leaning against the front wall smoking.
"You know that shits bad for your health.." I call at him as I flicked the key over turning the engine off. He stubs it out and comes to check out my bike,
"I'm dating Cara, I assure you this shit isn't nearly as bad for my health as she is!" I full on belly laughed as I didn't disbelieve him in the slightest. We talk bikes for a little while, I admiring the chrome on his Fatboy, him enjoying the rumble from my Nightrod. A sharp tongue from our left caught our attention,
"You two gonna stand there and suck each other off some more or gonna actually come inside at some point?" Caras cackle echoed into the bar, I turn to slap Blake on the back in a show of sympathy but the shit eating grin on his face tells me it's not needed.
We walk in to find our respective girls at opposite ends of the bar, Cara slapping some poor sod round the back of his head and Darcy over by the pool table collecting glasses.
"Fancy a game?" I call out at her as she locks eyes on me. Waving me off, she heads back to the bar, empty bottles and glasses in hand.
"Not all of us live in ivory towers Mr Woods, some of us actually have to work you know?" I pull her back tight against my front and bend to her ear,
"I'm technically your boss you know, by denomination..so you really need to do as your told." She turns in my arms, her face mocking seriousness and attempts to push me back, she really can't move me so I step back and play along,
"You are very right sir..." She lingers on the sir and it makes my cock twitch, following her swishing hips back towards the pool table. She hops up and part her legs enough to fit me in, and I do with great fucking pleasure.
"But I'm a good employee..." I'm sure I hear Caras voice from behind me, I turn to look but Darcy's hand grab either side of my face and pull me to look at her. I'm lost in her ocean blue eyes, I run my hands up her thighs, and glance back to her face, of which the hooded lust filled expression has been replaced by a smirk and quirked eyebrow..shit..
"Strike three baby..." She kisses me just as something hard smacks across my ass, jumping back I find Cara holding the pool cue and Blake behind her sit filing a laugh shrugging.
"Jesus Darcy what the fu-" Her lips silence me immediately. The stinging on my ass gone the second her tongue touches mine. I wrap her in my arms and refuse to let go.
"Come on babe, let's get you a drink.." She tugs my hand to the bar as of course Cara chimes in,
"And maybe an ice pack for his ass..sorry D, you won't be getting your teeth in that tonight!!" We all see my ma standing behind Cara and her foul mouth. The bar goes silent except for Caras laughter, to which she soon realises isn't accompanied by her biker following..Darcy buries her face in my chest and I stifle my laugh in her hair.
Cara turns around with a morbid look on her face, and drops her eyes on the floor, shuffling her feet..I've never seen the ice queen look so nervous..
"Shit, Mabs, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you standing there...if I'd have known.." My mum stops Caras stuttering with her rich Texan voice,
"Cara, that is my son you are talking to and about, please...if you plan on beating seven shades out of his ass with one of my pool cues, at least have the decency to let me have the first hit..I've been wanting to beat that son of mine for a long old time now!" The whole bar erupts in howls of laughter at the spike that comes out of this little woman's mouth. My fucking mother, she was amazing and heading straight for me and Blue.
"Darcy sweetheart, the barrel on the Guinness needs changing, as you can see we have Fletcher in tonight and lord knows he drinks us dry, be a doll and get that for me while I have a quick chat with my son here." I glance down to Darcy's wavering face and kiss her forehead letting her know all was well. Her smile didn't reach her eyes but she made her way to the cellar door. I don't take my eyes off the spot where Darcy left my vision, but the moment my ma speaks, I have the respect to look down at her,
"Wednesday Hudson. Tell me she knows about Wednesday.."