Chapter 86

“I have to admit, Alex, I’m a little paranoid about having you this close,” she said quietly. “This doesn’t seem to have been a good week for being in proximity to me. First my little sister, now my husband…”

Alexa pulled her head back and frowned at mom. “You can’t be that retarded, Karen, to think you’re somehow cursed or a smite magnet. Even your big-foreheaded husband’s quantum math skills couldn’t prove you cause disasters.”

“You so sure?” mom asked, her eyes glassy. This had been a very emotional two weeks for her all around.

“If they were, he wouldn’t have been stabbed by that dinky little knife,” Alexa said, smiling and caressing my mom’s cheek. “Alex already allayed my fears and told me he’s been through worse, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Mom sighed and leaned her head on Alexa’s shoulder while my aunt kissed her older sister’s cheek, consoling her. I stayed right beside mom, regardless of what she thought, and held her hand. Within half an hour, a doctor came out of the emergency rooms and removed his mask to speak to us.

“Well, the good news is, he’s perfectly fine. The knife hit no vital organs and what blood he has lost we are already replacing. Stitching him up once we were sure there were no internal injuries was a breeze.”

“Can we see him?” I asked.

“That’s the bad part,” the doctor admitted. “He refused to be put under while we were examining him and stitching him up, he just kept talking. So, we might have knocked him out for a while, just so that he was quiet.”

Mom shook her head and sighed while Alexa burst into fits of giggles. The Stevensons, sitting across from us, also began to laugh. The doctor grinned and told us he’d be awake and available to visit in a few hours. The stay would be a short one, no doubt.

“I need to stay the night, at least the first one,” mom said, her tone brooking no argument. “I can sleep in a chair, but I need to be with him, doctor. This is not up for discussion.”

He smiled and nodded. “That won’t be a problem. I’ve heard the police are waiting to talk to you all, so you might want to take care of that before he wakes up.”

We did indeed give our statements to the police, fully corroborated by the bartender’s account as well as other witnesses. They’d talk to dad when he woke up, but they eventually determined that the principal grievance actually belonged to Alexa, whom the bikers had first harrassed.

“They may have been taught a lesson, ma’am, but the law does provide you with recourse to press charges, up to and including aggravated assault, possibly. Would you like to press charges?”

Alexa lowered her head and thought deeply for several seconds. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “I’ve come back so recently, I don’t want to complicate my residency with legal proceedings like this. Karen?”

Mom took Alexa’s hand and squeezed it. “I’ll be honest, Allie, I’m of two minds. Chances are if Mike was here, he’d say they’ve suffered enough, you know what he’s like.”

They both looked at me now. “Alex?” mom asked softly. “You get a say too.”

Thinking like dad was probably the right thing to do. But my memory of the event was seen through a black filter of boiling fury. I could have lost Alexa.

“They tried to hurt my aunt, mom.” I growled, the look in my eyes apparently dangerous enough to give even her pause. “Your sister, my aunt. They tried to hurt her. Let them rot in jail, even if they’re crippled.”

Mom considered and nodded before looking at the officers. “We’ll be pressing charges to the fullest extent of the law, officer. Since Alexa is the principal victim and complainant, my husband will doubtless agree when he wakes up. You have our answer.”

The cop nodded and walked away. Mom turned and looked at me, her eyes uncharacteristically soft.

“Alex, I know how you feel. They might have killed my husband. You are right to be enraged, your wonderful aunt only just came into our lives and we’re blessed for it. But don’t let this fury colour your judgement from hereon out, you’ll hate it down the road when it brings you no satisfaction or peace. Don’t lose sight of everything your father and I have taught you when the going gets tough.”

I looked at Alexa and nodded, a silent understanding passing between us. She had deferred her own decision to my anger and I would never lose sight of that again. I couldn’t. I owed her that.

***

“Rather amusing that your father was put in the same room Alexa was in just a few days ago, wouldn’t you say?” Mr Stevenson mused as we drove back downtown to retrieve the vehicles. The cops had determined I was sober enough to drive, so I would take my car home while The Stevensons brought my father’s vehicle back.

“And you could see the look in Karen’s eyes, the wheels turning in her head when she saw the size of the shower stall,” Mrs Stevenson added, laughing. “If Mike’s stitches are strong enough, I’ve no doubt he’ll be getting lucky in there before he’s discharged.”

Alexa and I said nothing, but she squeezed my hand.

“The university is going to have a stroke,” Mr Stevenson sighed. “First Karen’s in a potentially fatal car accident and less than a full week later, Mike is stabbed in a bar brawl. Good thing they already got their raises in writing. I don’t think you two will need to worry about coming in to do any of the university work, at least until he is discharged.”

Alexa opted to ride with me, not surprisingly, once we had retrieved the cars and begun heading home. She seemed somewhat quiet and pensive, not that I blamed her.

“Should we have insisted on staying longer, after he woke up?” she asked, looking at me, hoping she didn’t need to feel guilty.

I shook my head. “Nope. That was definitely mom and dad personal time, nobody in their right mind would interfere. I feel bad for the nurses and so on who will keep interrupting them.”

She leaned her head back against the passenger chair and sighed, looking at the ceiling. It was getting on toward dawn now that we’d left the hospital. It had been such a fantastic evening up until that fight in the bar. I couldn’t remember any of us being happier or more excited.

“I think you and I have some serious competition for ‘greatest romance of the age’,” she mused. “I don’t know when I’ve ever seen two people so desperately in love before.”

“I think you and I are the upstart challengers for that title,” I replied. “If I’m as in love with you as dad is with mom, then I’m pretty damned amazing.”

Alexa giggled and caressed my arm, looking over at me. “Karen won’t leave his side, will she?”

I shook my head. “Not unless you and I are suddenly taken hostage by terrorists, not a chance. The house is ours for two nights, guaranteed. Hell, mom’ll be so focused on dad she’ll probably forget to call or text me except minimally. She’ll simply expect us to show up and then get lost when they want alone time.”

“I’ll be happy for our uninterrupted alone time,” she purred, smiling at me. “Unless, of course, you have another date on your itinerary.”

I laughed. “You are the only thing on my itinerary. I want to spend as much of the next two days as possible making love to my aunt, who I am so crazy about.”

And what a pleasure it would be to prove that to her.

***

Alexa moaned and panted loudly as she ground her hips down onto me in eager circles, my cock deep inside her pussy. I was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples while I fucked her, pumping in and out of her tight wetness. I shuddered as she squeezed me with her slippery, clenching walls, her sticky desire glistening all over our groins.

“Gnnnnnn, Alex…” she gasped, her golden locks spilling around her shoulders as she rode me. “Alex, you’re so deep, God, I can’t take it!”

“Let me cum in you Alexa,” I groaned, squeezing her tits harder and tilting my hips up to reach even deeper inside her. “Please, let me cum in you!”

She pressed her hips down with all her might, arching her back and neck before crying out my name. She pinned me to her bed and screamed, bucking furiously as she came. I growled as I felt my cock pulsing and releasing torrents of my pearly cum deep inside her greedy pussy. We thrashed and writhed like animals in heat, locked to one another. Her fingernails dug into my chest and I was squeezing her breasts so tight I was leaving red welts.

She collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, exhausted. I wrapped my arms around her tiredly, also overcome by waves of pleasure and a delicious, gratifying fatigue. Her sweet breath on my cheek imbued me with a great sense of serenity, like my life was complete as long as we were together like this. There was no way this was wrong.