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“Why has there never been a pregnant Barbie doll?” Edge jumps in. “Because Ken came in a different box.”
We laugh again. My sides and stomach hurt from laughing.
Jesus fucking hell, if we all keep laughing like this, we can skip gym day. My body aches already.
“What do you call a woman who thinks she can do anything a man can do?” I look to Sarge with wide eyes, then over to the women, making sure that none of them can hear him because his life depends on his answer.
“Fuck, say it.” Opal grins, trying not to laugh.
“Wrong.” Sarge shrugs.
“I FUCKING HEARD THAT, MOTHERTRUCKER,” Risky calls from the side door of the clubhouse. We all spin around to look at her, but Sarge remains drinking his beer. But I see the smirk on his lips.
He is one fucking brave man.
We all watch as Risky struts towards us, wearing her biker badass chick outfit of black skin tight jeans, and a red camisole underneath her property cut.
I gulp, watching her stand behind Sarge, placing her hands on his shoulders, and it is only then do I detect a little flinch of his body. Risky winks looking to Zeb, then Maverick.
“Cover your ears, boys, I don’t think you would like to hear what I have to say to dear old daddy here,” she says, smirking.
“Oh, fuck no,” Zeb mutters, covering his ears like a toddler.
“Will we need bleach after this?” Mav calls out to her, with a frown on his face.
“Not if you cover your ears, baby,” is her reply, winking.
“Fuck.” Maverick does as she says.
We laugh at these two grown ass adults listening to a woman, about covering their ears while she threatens to speak about sex and their parents. Zeb has fucking kids for fuck’s sake, and Maverick is with two people.
“You say shit like that again about women, Clint Burke, and I swear to fuck that I will break your cock so that your Ol’ Lady will have to fuck herself with a dildo for the rest of her life.”
‘Oohs’ and ‘burns’ coat the air around us and we laugh. Risky taps him on the shoulder and walks away, swaying her hips. I look to Magnum to see him tracking his Ol’ Lady’s ass across the courtyard.
“Damn, my Ol’ Lady is fucking hot,” Pres grunts, adjusting his crotch.
“Fuck, Dad. No, just no,” Royal gripes.
“Once, I fucked this chick so hard she came back to life,” I blurt out.
Everything goes quiet for a split second before everyone, including Sarge, roars with laughter. Silas high fives me, shaking his head, laughing.
“What the fuck did we do wrong with these boys?” Opal asks.
“Hey, we are fucking perfect, old man. You had better be nice to me, I am giving you grandbabies.” Travis grins at his father.
“Fucking Tucker, choosing his career over giving me grandkids,” Opal gripes with good measure.
Tucker doesn’t come home much during the season, he trains, and plays, along with media shit. He visits a few times a year, stays for a week or so and he is now Juni’s favorite uncle since they both love basketball.
“Two tampons walk down the street, which one says ‘hi’ first?” Jack speaks up.
“Which one?” I ask.
“Neither; they are both stuck up cunts.” He laughs as he says the punch line.
We all laugh again; shit is getting real with these jokes now.
