Taken By The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV, #6)

by Glenna Maynard

  “You’re the worst.” I snuggle into my biker’s back and rest my chin on his shoulder inhaling the sexy scent of his cologne, leather, and tobacco.

  He roars onto the road, streetlights coming on as we pass under them.

  Freedom courses through my veins.

  Happiness settles in my gut as we hit the highway.

  A weight has been lifted. I hadn’t realized how much I was holding onto but now that he knows all the shit that’s been going through my head these past few months my soul is lighter.

  I’m already going over an itinerary of what the hell I’ll make or order in for having my birth mother and her special friend over for dinner as we ride taking the long way. There is no way I’ll survive an hour. We pass by the Kanawha River, the city lights reflecting on the water as though I’m truly seeing them for the first time as we roll over the bridge. Its time I stop hiding away and living for me. For my man. Building our beautiful life together. I want to grow old with him. To maybe one day start a family. My mind keeps going back to the hurt etched on his handsome face when he told me about the bet his brothers have going. I never want to be the source of his pain. I can see it clearly. Our child with his tan skin and dark eyes.

  Sassy if she’s a girl and sneaky if we have a boy.

  Eventually the ride ends like all things do, but for my husband and I maybe this is only the beginning.

  Holy drives us through the gate. The anxiety of being here among all his friends doesn’t come. He takes my hand, and everything is right in my world.

  “Fuck me, babe. I don’t know if I want to take you to this party or not looking as sexy as you do. Gonna cause me to get in a fight.”

  “Not very likely. I think they all know the significance of my collar.” Pink stains my cheeks. It’s the first time I’m wearing it in public.

  His thumb brushes over the diamonds hugging my throat and he smiles.

  He pushes open the door to the Devil’s Playground, the Royal Bastards MC clubhouse and the second we walk through the door the fucker zaps my clit. My eyes nearly go back in my head. My crotch was already vibrating from the ride here. I may kill him. I look to the bar and see Viking grinning big at me as if he fucking knows exactly what just happened. That I nearly creamed my damn panties.

  “You’re blushing,” my man murmurs in my ear. “Be doing a lot of that tonight,” he promises, and adrenaline slithers up my spine at the thought of all the ways he intends to deliver. “Let’s go out back.”

  Behind the clubhouse the smell of grilled food has my mouth watering. Slick is manning the smoker. They went all out for tonight. Tables full of food. Any type of meat you’d want grilled or barbecued. An outdoor bar along with kegs. A stage where a band is setting up to play live. String lights twinkle all around us left over from Alexa and Murder’s wedding. The Ol’ Ladies love them, so they got to stay.

  Viking’s fighting pit doesn’t seem to be open tonight. I look around for Andi, but I don’t see her. I do however see my birth mother sitting with all the Ol’ Ladies. I know what I need to do.

  I turn to my man and gaze into his eyes with all seriousness. “You win,” I tell him.

  He zaps me and I jerk.

  “Stop it.”

  He grabs my face and kisses me something fierce for all to see. I melt into him and savor every second of his warm, wet tongue dominating my senses. Holy clutches me to him, and I know without a doubt I go through every layer of Hell that’s ever been thrown my way a million times over if I got him in the end every time.

  “‘Bout time you let her out,” a guy named Hound slaps him on the back. “Pleasure to officially meet you, darlin’.”

  “Likewise.”

  We make our rounds at the party. I’m introduced to so many people. Sandman, Nav, Link, Crawl, Smoke, Prodigy, and Easton I already know. My uncle, Murder, tucks me into his side. “Welcome home, Hazel. You ever need anything, all you gotta do is call. Holy steps out of line...” he eyes my diamond collar. I can tell it makes the big man uncomfortable, but I’m not ashamed that my man wants everyone to know I belong to him in every way imaginable.

  “Thank you. I don’t want you to worry. He’s good to me.”

  “He’s a good brother, but you’re my niece. Comes with the territory, yeah?”

  “Right.” I purse my lips not wanting to argue with him. He’s kind of scary. Like a big burly black bear.

  “Go on over to your mother and the Ol’ Ladies, got club business to discuss with your Ol’ Man.”

  I don’t hesitate to give them their privacy. I’ve learned over the past couple of months that club business is club business and not to take offense to not being included in it. I grab a beer from one of the ice filled tubs and approach the picnic table where Lily sits. I slide into the empty spot next to her.

  The last thing I want is for this to be awkward. “Ya’ll know Hazel, my daughter.” She beams with the biggest smile and tears prick in the corners of my eyes.

  I do what I set out to and pray my husband forgets about his toy. “You and Slick want to come over for dinner? Say Sunday?”

  “I’d really love that.” She sniffs and wipes at her eyes.

  I hurry to slug back a drink, to hide how overcome I am with emotions.

  “Damn, girl,” Pam leans across the table and flicks the D ring of my diamond collar. “That musta’ cost a pretty penny. You got a matching plug for your ass?”

  I nearly spit my beer in her face.

  “Jesus, sister, you have no damn manners,” Jules swats her on the ass.

  Alexa and her daughter Wylla Mae bust out laughing. Lily shakes her head.

  “What? I’m pregnant and moody like the rest of you bitches except for Lily. Let me have my fun and live through Hazel here. From what I hear her man likes it kink. As in kinky. Whips and chains.” She smirks. “Lots of toys.”

  And as if right on cue my man takes full advantage and hits me with the vibrator on high. I grip the edge of the table and bite my lip.

  Pam stares at me, and I hear him laughing from behind me somewhere, but I can’t move. An orgasm rolls through me, and I know everyone sitting at this table knows.

  “Shit,” she mutters.

  I swallow hard as my cheeks flame red. He’s dead. I’m never having sex with him ever again.

  “Um...” I hide behind another hard pull of my beer.

  “This is exactly the kind of fun we need around here,” Alexa says with tears streaming, she’s laughing so hard.

  “Glad to be of amusement,” I mutter, mentally vowing to rip off my man’s balls.

  His hands grip my shoulders. “Figured you could use a little pleasure before pain. Roane has his tent set up over there. You ready to get my ink?”

  “I’m ready to tear your balls off and wear them for earrings.”

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

  “Gross.” I finish my beer. “Excuse me, ladies.” I push up from my spot.

  My asshole biker slings an arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side. “Fuck, you make me happy.”

  “I love you, but you ever do that to me again I’ll cut you off.”

  He sticks his tongue out. “How long we talking?”

  “It’s not a challenge.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Babe, I’m serious.”

  “Me too. Got a new restraint that spans from your neck to your ass with a ring at the bottom so I can cuff your hands behind you.”

  Warmth pools in my belly at the thought.

  He steers me to where Roane is set up doing tattoos. A brother who they call Banks is getting a hundred-dollar bill with wings coming from either side on his forearm. Wouldn’t be my first choice, but it’s not my arm or my man thankfully.

  The design Roane did for my tattoo is perfect. It’ll start at the base of my neck and come around the front to dip between my breasts, Holy’s cross and chain, but accented with honey bees.

  I pull my hair into a bun and untie my halter
top while straddling a chair. Prodigy gives me a chin lift before ducking out.

  My husband stands guard near the entrance of the tent, worried to death someone may see my tits like I didn’t take my clothes off for a living until a few months ago.

  The process is a bit tedious, but Roane makes small talk with me telling me about his son Jasper he has with his wife Jules who is pregnant with a girl this time around.

  “You and my man here thinking about kids?”

  “Maybe. I won’t say never.”

  Beni winks at me. “We need to get busy practicing. Lots and lots of practice.”

  I roll my eyes and get a small zap from the mini bullet.

  I scowl at him. You’d think the damn battery would have died already.

  Roane finishes up my tattoo and goes over how to care for it for the next week and wraps my chest.

  We rejoin the party right on cue to catch Dimple, a member from the Nashville club take to the stage to perform in his signature rhinestone jumpsuit. When I first saw him on Royal Road, the first thing I thought was he resembles a fat Elvis having no idea that he moonlights as an impersonator.

  “Wow,” that’s something you don’t see every day,” I remark.

  “The brother can sing.” My man pulls me in front of the stage where we are joined by the rest of the club to enjoy the show.

  He goes right into singing, “Suspicious Minds.”

  Okay I gotta give it to him. The man can move and put on one hell of a show.

  I lean into my man, swaying in his arms to the slow part of the song. His lips meet my temple as he puts a hand down the front of my pants. Heat flashes through me and I gulp, hoping no one is paying attention to us, but then I look at the stage and Dimple stares right at me shooting me a wink.

  “I think it’s time we get out of here,” my hubby murmurs in my ear, all husky and sexy.

  All I can do is nod.

  **

  I’m cuffed to the bed spread eagle. I can’t protest. I don’t want to. My body belongs to my husband. He starts with feather light touches, caressing my skin with the tasseled end of his leather whip. I’m stretched to the limit, muscles on the verge of burning, but every time I think it’s too much, he shifts my focus elsewhere. Strumming, stroking, teasing my skin in the most sinful manner with his lips and tongue.

  His tongue slides up neck, soft yet torturous. He touches me everywhere but where I crave him the most between my thighs. I’m soaked for him. Desperate for his fingers, tongue, or cock to touch me there.

  “You ready to beg yet?” he taunts, kissing the corner of my mouth.

  I glare at him. In response he gloats with a shit eating grin. The whip slaps across my clit, and I moan. The word please hangs on the tip of my tongue, but I hold strong. I’m stubborn when I want to be.

  He pinches my nipples rough enough that the sensation balances on the verge between pleasure and pain. Every day he pushes my limits, and I set the bar higher, forcing him to get more creative in his endeavors.

  Moving to torture me elsewhere, he kisses my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy with every peck.

  I bite my lip determined not to give in and beg but its damn hard. My pussy drips and pulses with need. His hand curves to my hip, his facial hair scraping along my sensitive skin. I know I want him to fuck me. He knows he wants to fuck me, and yet we play this game. He drives me to the edge of the cliff and back again over and over until neither of us can take any more.

  **

  “Jesus, Honey Bee,” Holy mutters admiring mine and Jules’ handiwork.

  Life is moving fast but not too fast. All the other Ol’ Ladies are getting new nurseries but me? I got my own red room of sin den in our new house. We bought Alexa’s house at a steal. Murder had one condition. That we keep her ugly ass couch. I put on the performance of my life pretending to love the hideous thing, but I confess it’s starting to grow on me.

  “You like.” I showcase the sex swing we’ve both been eager to try like I’m Vanna freaking White on Wheel of Fortune. Holding my arms out and smiling. “That’s not all. Watch this.” I strut across the room in only a pair of black heels and my diamond collar to show him the false wall that opens to reveal a closet holding all his favorite toys.

  Holy stares at me, his pupils dilating with pure and raw lust.

  I greedily drop to my knees like a good girl.

  His fingers caress my jaw then slip away as he strolls to the wall where his paddles hang.

  Epilogue

  “Lo.” I pick up on the second ring to an unknown caller.

  “That last loose end has been dealt with.”

  The line goes dead, and I light up a cigarette. Crystal’s cunt ass. Got word she’d been arrested for selling and lost her kid. Couldn’t afford for her to throw Hazel and me under the bus to make a deal to save her own skin. I don’t care how she was taken out, only that she was. Last I heard about Max he died from sepsis. Guess when Hazel fired them rounds, she clipped his ass too.

  I hope he’s rotting in hell with his pig shit brother.

  I don’t tell Hazel about Crystal. Less she has to think about that time in her life the better.

  I place a call to Murder. “It’s done.”

  “Thank fuck.”

  “Yeah, the other was a false alarm. You don’t need to hurry back. Enjoy the rest of your vacation. I’ll fill Lily in tomorrow.”

  “If that’s it I got a pregnant woman crying because she wants a peanut butter and strawberry banana smoothie.”

  “Shit. Best get to it then.”

  “Ya fucking think?” He chuckles.

  I put out my cigarette and take a long pull off my beer and watch Hazel giggling with Andi at the bar. No doubt they are talking about Viking. Those two need to get it over with and fuck, except she’s engaged to another man. Still though we all know they want to bang.

  Some years later

  I pace the hall of the hospital corridor ready to tear my own hair out my nerves are so fucking frazzled. After years of practice Hazel and I are welcoming our own bundle of joy into the world. She kicked me out of the room. Said all my pacing was driving her crazy. Lily is in with her now. I can’t handle this. The thought of her in pain or danger is enough to drive me insane. I don’t know if our baby will be a boy or a girl. My beautiful wife said she didn’t want to know until the birth. That all that matters is that he or she is healthy.

  On that we agree. Deciding on a name is a whole other battle. If it’s a boy he’s gotta have a badass name. No kid of mine will have a pussy name like Oliver or some shit.

  The door to the room opens and Lily pokes her head out. “Get in here. It’s time.”

  I rush past her to my woman.

  “There you are,” Hazel practically growls in a demonic voice. Sweat beads drip down her forehead, but in my opinion, she’s never looked more beautiful.

  “You kicked me out,” I remind her.

  “I didn’t think you’d really go.”

  Fuck me her hormones have been all over the damn place throughout the whole pregnancy. I don’t think I can go through this shit again. Not to mention all the nights without sex and the fact that I lost my favorite room in the house. The den of sin as Hazel christened it has now been transformed into a nursery. I hang my head. Loved that room. But I love Hazel and our child more. She grips my hand, nearly squeezing all the feeling out of my fingers.

  An hour later we welcome our little peanut into the world.

  I hold my child for the first time. I hug him to my chest and vow he’ll never know what it’s like to be unwanted, unloved, or forgotten. Not as long as I’m breathing. I continue to hold him, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

  Hazel smiles at me and I know I’ve done it. I’ve given her that beautiful life I promised.

  Bewitching The Biker

  I’m an outlaw.

  A man who takes what he wants without asking, and what I want is her.

  I’ve been bewitched by a vixen. T
he witch has me under her spell.

  She hexed me.

  Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I’ll prove it.

  I’m not supposed to fear anything. I never have.

  Until her.

  They call me Sandman, but Bianca is the one haunting my dreams.

  Bewitching the Biker is book 7 of the Royal Bastards, Charleston WV, Chapter but can be read as a standalone.

  Find it here books2read.com/u/38Q5yZ

  Hallow’s Eve

  Morgan Jane Mitchell

  From USA Today Bestselling Author Morgan Jane Mitchell

  If Eve knew the real Hallow, she'd run far away...

  When Eve goes to work dressed as her namesake, she doesn’t expect much excitement at the honky-tonk’s annual Halloween party. A gang of bikers locking everyone in until they find a killer, now that’s exciting. Believing she’s merely part of a murder mystery dinner, Eve plays along by helping a gorgeous fallen angel find the killer.

  Stumbling onto another dead body crashes her illusions.

  Faced with real danger Eve falls into the strong arms of Hallow who’s more like the fallen angel he’s dressed as than she knows. Too bad his brothers decide to take her hostage as they leave the bar in pursuit of the killer.

  A member of the Royal Bastards MC, Hallow is more than prepared to protect Eve on their wild night, but he isn’t prepared to fall in love. Costume complete with apple or not, Eve’s no temptress. She’s as innocent as an angel. Hallow plans to snatch her from heaven, corrupt her and keep her for himself.

  https://books2read.com/b/hallowseverbmc?

  Author’s note

  Thank you so much for coming on another ride with me and Royal Bastards MC. Holy and Hazel gave me such a rough time. I was afraid their story would never get finished. They are definitely different and adventurous, but I hope you loved their wild ride as much as I have. Bewitching The Biker is up next in my series. I’m currently writing Bianca and Sandman’s story now. Other upcoming Royal Bastards MC books for me are The Biker’s Cherry and Claiming The Biker, I’ll post more on these soon.