The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

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Goose

Waking up in my own bed was…strange, yet nice. Silence instead of the sound of hundreds of others moving around the cells, my cell mate grunting as he took his morning s**t, the guards yelling at someone to wake up or move it, the sound of the cell doors being unlocked for the morning, then the inevitable load blaring sound of a bell going off to announce time for the guards to count everyone. None of that as I lay in my bed, waking up in the silence of my own bed. Strange the things you learn to find normal in your everyday life. And yet I can honestly say I hope I never have to hear those sounds again.

Throwing my blanket off me, I rolled out of bed. Taking my time as I moved about. I wasn't on anyone else's time but my own, which was more than nice. I didn't have to wait for anyone to finish their business so I could relieve myself, or worry about taking a cold shower because hundreds of others had arrived at the shower room before me and used up all the hot water. Though I thought about turning the water cold as I stood in the shower, my morning wood wouldn't go away. Then again, I don't think the cold water would have helped this time. Not when my mind wandered to the beautiful Lyssa, the way her body moved while I was buried inside her. And then the sounds she made, the moaning, the breathless pleading words, and then there was the part, moan, scream, pleading "yes" as her p***y clenched my d**k for a split second before her orgasm pulsed through her. The thought of that moment there had me bracing myself with one hand against the shower wall while I used my other hand to imitate the feel of her p***y as best as I could. It definitely wasn't the same, or remotely close. But it was good enough for now to get the job done.

Finishing my shower, I climbed out, grabbed a towel from the closet inside my bathroom, and dried off before heading back into my room to get dressed for the day. Forcing all thoughts of Lyssa from my mind, I did my best to adjust my pants so my already hard again erection was secure, and it wasn't obvious I was sporting a hard-on. Then I headed out. I left my house and made my way over to my parents' house. My mom was already sitting outside in her favorite chair on the porch, her feet propped up on the matching footstool, laptop in her lap, and a cup of coffee in her hand as she looked up from the screen. By the time I made it up the porch, she had already discarded everything and was standing from her seat, waiting impatiently for a hug. A hug that didn't last long as she pulled away and looked me over as if I were a little boy again and had just fallen off my bike.

"How are you doing? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the house and stocking everything for me."

Nodding, she continued looking me over as if she was still expecting something to be wrong. To some, their mother acting like this might drive them crazy. I know it drives D crazy when she does it to him. But I know she does it because she loves us. And well, I might be more of a momma's boy than D is. Out of the two of our parents, my mom is most definitely the one I care about disappointing the most. One of the reasons I don't do relationships. Anyone I get involved with and bring home has to meet my mom's standards for me, or at least what I think her standards are. Maybe I overthink things a bit. My mom is a very loving and caring person. But I want to make sure I find someone who she will love just as much as I will love. I don't want her to dislike anyone I bring home, like I have watched happen with D. Though in retrospect, D brings a new partner home every week, and none of them have impressed my mother. So maybe that isn't a good comparison.

"Mom, really, I am good."

Nodding, she let me go.

"Good. And you're welcome."

Sitting on the porch with my mom, I let her tell me all the things I missed. Including what she knew of the woman renting out Emilia's little basement apartment. Things like she just showed up in town one day after Tank and a few other Spiked Eagel members came into town for a charity ride. Aside from the fact that she rode in with one of the members, no one really knows much about her, except that she pays her rent and is very respectful and kind to everyone she has come into contact with. That statement made me laugh out loud while thinking of how "kind" she was last night. This only won me a look from my mom, but my phone ringing saved me from having to find a way to explain my reaction. And I was saved by my father, who called me to meet him at the clubhouse. Something I was happy to do, so I didn't have to try and come up with something to tell my mom why Lyssa being "kind" had me laughing. Mainly because I didn't want to tell my mom just how kind Lyssa can be. Instead, I took the out my father gave me and headed out, giving my mom one more hug before leaving her to go back to whatever she was doing before I showed up.

Though I took the out, I would have much rather have sat and talked with my mom for the rest of the day. However, I was no longer in prison, which meant I had to get back to my day-to-day life. For the duration of my time behind bars, other club members have been covering my duties not only at the night club but within the MC. And now that I am out, I am back to taking care of my share. Starting with a shift this afternoon at the club, along with a list of people my dad wanted me to look into, including the owner of the bar I met D and them at the night before. As I suspected, my dad was interested in the bar and was hoping to buy it from the owner, but first, my dad needed more information. Things like why the owner was selling, and was interested in such a quick sale. From the outside and a peek at the books, the bar was doing great and was worth double what the owner was asking for. So, back to finding out the things others aren't able to find, while some hope the information I find never sees the light of day. While I am at it, I might as well add in finding out more about the little vixen that has my d**k still standing at attention and somehow finds her way back into my mind every time I think I have her out of it.