But after three mornings in a row of waking up to the sound of her vomiting, she’s either going to get her sweet ass to the clinic or I’ll be dragging her there. But I’d prefer it if she’d just be reasonable and go without a fight.
“Baby, you know this isn’t normal.”
She waves a hand in the air and I hand her a washrag.
“Thanks.” She pushes away from the toilet to slump against the tiled wall of the bathroom. I’m glad we had the bathroom redone because I wouldn’t have wanted her to spend any amount of time on her knees in the grotty old one we had. The tile in the old bathroom had to have been installed in the seventies. Good enough for Michigan and I but definitely not suited for Annie.
Of course I didn’t push for the renovation because I thought Annie’d spend more time on her knees than her feet in here. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I wake up sick and I feel awful all day but by the time it’s night, I’m fine.”
I pass over the glass of water which she uses to swish her mouth out. We’ve got a routine by now so I’m ready with yet another washcloth when she’s done with the water. I take the glass but don’t give her the washcloth. She frowns at me and tries to grab it but I’m bigger, taller and with a lot wider arm span. It takes no effort to hold the cloth away from her.
“Nuh uh.” I shake my head. “You’re lucky Michigan’s gone into work early these last three days and that I’m here with you because you’d be ass up over his shoulder acting like this. You need to get to the clinic this morning. No one’s going to admit you into the hospital just over a little stomach bug but we’re also not doing this dance every morning.”
“I’m not taking anything. Drugs aren’t going to make me better.” She crosses her arms obstinately. The thing about Annie is that although she’s left the church, there’s still some of her daddy’s teachings that are clinging to her and one of those is that God’s going to make her all right. I’m a big believer in the maxim that God helps those who help themselves.
“Let’s just see what you’ve got cooking inside you and then we’ll decide what’s going to make you better.”
“I get to decide, not you.” She plunges one finger into my shin. “Ouch. Why are your shins so hard?”
“Don’t know but I bet a doctor would.” I see the wet washrag coming but I still don’t duck fast enough. But I laugh when it hits me in the chest because as long as she’s got some fire in her, I know she’s going to be okay.
On the way to the doctor’s office, Annie brings up the big white elephant. “You know Father got let out on bail yesterday. Some parishioner came up with the money for the bond.”
“Know who that is?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s not like the town has a lot of money, you know? And those that do, I just never saw as caring much about church.”
The only people that have money in Fortune are the Millers who own the ammunitions plant and then a few money guys who like to raise their kids in small towns and don’t mind the hour commute into the cities. There’s a golf course about ten minutes to the east of town where most of those folks live. I always figured that the men were fucking some women on the regular in the cities while putting their wives and kids out of sight.
I didn’t care much because they didn’t bother us and we didn’t bother them—for the most part. I know of a couple of patches that have slept with a housewife or two or fuck, five for all I know or care.
Those kind of sweet butts never showed up at a mash. They preferred to have sex in their bedrooms, or so said Riot who’d taken care of his share of lonely housewives. Riot claimed they loved it and the dirtier the better. Up the ass with all kinds of toys and they always, always wanted it in the marital bed.
Freaky and weird and not my thing.
Of course that’s probably what people said about my arrangement with Michigan. We always preferred sharing women. There isn’t anything like bringing a woman so much pleasure that she’s a drunk fool over you. When Annie gets that glazed I can’t see anything but you in her eyes, I feel bigger, better, more turned on than a man’s got a right to be.
Plus, I like watching. A lot. It’s almost as good watching Michigan’s dick disappear inside Annie’s drenched cunt as it is to be there. Almost being the key words, because nothing in this word feels better than drilling her into the mattress unless it’s drilling into her ass while Michigan’s in her pussy.
“What are you thinking about?” She breaks into my mini fantasy.
Looking around I realize I’ve pulled into the parking lot of the clinic and didn't even realize it. Well, shit.
“What do you think?” I grab her hand closest to me and rub it over my hard on.
“Not here,” she says, scandalized, but her wide eyes tell a slightly different story.
“You’re cute, Annie Bloom.” I lean over and kiss her nose. I love that she’s not just shocked at my suggestion but that there’s a hint of interest too. Michigan and I could not have asked for a better partner. Because she’s had no one but us, she’s not afraid of anything. In fact, she just keeps asking for more.
This Saturday there’s a mash at the clubhouse and it’ll be the first one that Annie gets to attend where she’s completely healthy. She’s already told us that she isn't interested in anything public but that spark in her eyes suggest she might change her mind.
We’ll see. Doesn’t matter, though, because there are plenty of private places for us to take her if she decides that she doesn’t want anyone watching us plow her.
“So does that mean I don’t have to go in?”
“Nope,” I say cheerfully. I slide out of the truck and jog around to the passenger door. I lift her down, letting her slide along my front and feel the rod in my jeans—the one that’s constantly upright and hard around her. “But I’ll fuck you in the backseat of the truck once we’re done.”
“How about at home?” She curls a hand around my neck and pulls me down so that my lips are close to hers.
“Good for me.” I buss her lips and give her a solid whack on the ass.
She yelps. “What’s that for?”
“Baby, you’re stalling. Come on.” I nearly have to drag her inside. At the reception desk is my sister, Mrs. Jilly Brown. She married Rick Brown just out of high school and then popped out three rugrats before she was a quarter-century old. After the third was born Jilly was busy with her three toddlers, and Rick thought about straying but I put the fear of God into him by taking him out to the quarry and putting his dick in a vise. I told him that if I found he’d even so much as thought about another woman while still married to Jilly, he’d be eating ground Rick Dick.
Hadn’t heard a whiff of anything bad about ol’ Rick but he’s definitely still on my shit list. As long as Jilly’s happy, though, his family jewels will stay in one piece. The minute she’s shot of him, I’ll happily grind up his dick and any other parts that happen to get caught up in the machinery.
“Hi, Easy.” Jilly smiles. Jilly and my other sister, Hailee, both call me by my road name—Easy—while the rest of my family refers to me by Van, the name my momma gave me. “You sick? You don’t look it.”
“Not me. It’s Annie. She’s been throwing up every day now for a week.”
Annie shoves an elbow in my side. “I can talk for myself. I’ve got a stomach bug but Easy wouldn’t let it run its course so here I am.”
Jilly clicks her tongue in sympathy. “Easy’s pretty stubborn. He gets his mind set on something and it’s nearly impossible to change his course. Best just to ride it out.”
I bite my tongue to prevent some inappropriate comment on how good Annie rides me slip out. Annie is getting to know me real well, because she applies direct pressure on my foot for the same reason.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lean over the desk. “Your boss have any time for Annie this morning?”
Jilly scans her appointment book. “Dr. Addams isn’t available but the nurse
practitioner is.”
“We’ll take her.”
“Okay, fill out this paperwork. Honey, you have insurance?”
She nods and rifles through her little purse. “Yes, right here. I hope—” She bites her lip. “I hope it’s still good.”
Michigan’s right. We need to do something about Pastor Bloom. I’d nearly forgotten about all the shit he pulled, draining Annie’s bank account, canceling her phone, and shutting her out of the house. That was before he beat the snot out of her.
Over her head, I signal to Jilly that I’ll take care of the bill no matter what. She gives me a tiny nod in return. Annie blissfully is unaware of this exchange. I know the matter of money and how little she has makes her real nervous.
After a few minutes, a nurse calls Annie’s name.
“Easy, you can’t go back with her,” Jilly calls out as I stand with Annie.
“Why the hell not?” I frown.
“Because you aren’t her guardian or spouse. HIPAA rules.”
I open my mouth to protest but Jilly gives me a hard stare. I sit down but I’m not happy about.
“I’ll be right out and tell you everything,” Annie assures me.
“You better,” I say grumpily. After Annie disappears behind the office door, I pull out my phone to text Michigan so he’s in the loop. He’s making a delivery of goods to Eau Claire. Usually we’d go together but since Annie got hurt, one of us always sticks around Fortune. The last time we left her alone, she was barely alive when we got back. That mistake won’t happen again.
Took Annie to doc’s office
The phone rings about two seconds later. “I’m driving so I can’t text you. What’s going on?”
“She was puking again this morning. Had to take her in.”
“Shit. You think it’s just a stomach virus?”
“Could be.”
“Easy,” Jilly calls waving Annie’s insurance card in the air.
“I’ve got to go. Annie’s insurance may have gotten declined.”
“We’ve got enough to cover that shit.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just another thing that we’ll be taking our pound of flesh over, right?”
“Right, brother.”
I approach the desk again. “What’s the status of the insurance?”
Jilly smiles. “Looks good. I called and she’s still covered.” She leans forward and gestures me close. “What’s going on anyway?”
“Just a disagreement with her old man.” I downplay it because there are other people in the waiting room and I don’t want everyone up our business.