Page 25 of Cannon

Sitting in the rec room with Barbara, Jamie, and Fury, we discuss the day's events from each perspective. I’m surprisingly upbeat for having been covered in dust and crap all day in the new bar. Vortex couldn’t wait to get back and shower, but I was more interested in food than soap. I won’t be long getting a shower though, as the dust is making me itch. Jamie told us about her day at the practice, which I noticed stung Barbara a little. She, in turn, though, had a full day helping at the clubhouse and I see what Vortex was saying earlier about how she was fitting in. I notice she doesn’t like me being covered in filth, as she gives me a yuk and pushes me away when I try to hug her.

Fury is full of the bar and how much progress they’ve made today. Jamie watches him and I can see the pride in her eyes as she listens to his enthusiasm. How it took him so long to see that they were made for each other baffles me. I guess I can’t talk. I didn’t see Barbara in that way until she threw herself at me.

Finishing our meal, Barbara clears our table, before we sit and have a couple of drinks. Having heard enough of Fury’s voice, I excuse us, and we head to our room. As soon as the door clicks shut, Barbara forgets all about the dust and is on me like a rash. We kiss passionately, and I start to undress her. As more of her naked body is revealed, the harder I feel myself getting. The itching dust is a distraction I can do without, so I suggest we continue in the shower.

I watch as she heads for the bathroom, shedding her remaining clothes as she goes. She is under the shower spray before I get undressed, and I watch as she sensuously soaps her body. The last of my clothes gone, I join her in the cubicle. I start to lather myself up and get the irritating dust off when she takes the scrunchy thing she uses for herself and starts to wash me down.

My body likes this very much and my dick shows its appreciation by standing ever taller at attention. I have my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation when I notice that the lathering has become less of a pleasurable experience and more of a clinical examination.

“For fuck’s sake, Cannon. Cover your dick while I get Jamie in here. Fuck, fuck, fuck my life.”

Before I can ask what the hell is going on, she has disappeared, leaving me to shut the shower off and cover myself up. This interruption in things does not go unnoticed, and my once proud penis now shrivels as it awaits Jamie’s arrival.

It only feels like seconds, before Jamie and Barbara appear in the bathroom. I must blush immediately as Jamie just looks at me and says, “I’m here in my official capacity as the Club's physician. You can forget about being embarrassed, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. Now. Stand still.” She starts to examine me, prodding and poking at different places.

“You haven’t seen nothing of mine before,” I say, a bit like a petulant child.

“Shut up and stand still,” snaps Barbara, and I’m shocked by how sharp her tone is.

“Finish getting showered, but don’t scrub too hard on anything that itches. And I mean anything,” Jamie informs me, and they both leave the bathroom. I hear some muttering from Jamie and then Barbara cursing again. I didn’t know her vocabulary included some of the words she was throwing out in the next room.

I get back into the shower and wash up. I feel a certain amount better after the shower, but I guess the dust that caused the itching is going to stick around a while longer.

Stepping from the shower, I get dried and step into the bedroom, where I stop in total confusion. Barbara is fully dressed and packing her clothes into a carryall as though her life depends on it.

“Erm, wait a minute. What are you doing?”

“I’m packing, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“Packing? Packing, as in packing? But why? Where are you going?” I am at a total loss as to what the fuck is going on.

“I’ll be in one of the rooms down the hall until you’re out of quarantine, you moron. I can’t believe my life, I really can’t. All a girl wants is to get laid and have a happy ever after, and I get to choose the one man in the world who can’t fuck his woman when she wants it.” She stamps her foot as she looks at me like I’m some sort of monster.

“I thought that’s what we were going to do?” I ask stupidly.

“No, Cannon, we are not. Not until you have the all-clear from Jamie.”

“All clear? All clear from what?”

“You have chickenpox, you fucking freak. How did you get chickenpox?”

With that, she storms out of the room, and I look at my reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. My chest is covered in angry red blotches, and they are almost popping out on my legs as I watch.

“Chickenpox?” Oh my…

Chapter 15

*~* Barbara *~*

Chickenpox? How the hell did that happen? Where does a grown man, no, a biker, manage to get chickenpox? Talk about being a virgin bride, for Christ’s sake. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I am where Cannon and me are concerned. There is definitely a higher power involved in this. This is not normal. It is not how a courtship is supposed to run its course.

A knock at the door has me snarling, “What?”

The door opens just enough for Molly to poke her head inside.

“Is it safe to come visit?” She looks like she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and I know the damn feeling only too well.

“I don’t know. Depends on what you want or what you have come to tell me! It better be something good, or I’m likely to rip your head off and eat it with ketchup!” I don’t know where that came from, but it just about sums up my mood right now.