by Bella Jewel
A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS
BELLA JEWEL 2019
A biker for Christmas
Jokers' Wrath MC & MC Sinners
Bella Jewel
Published by Bella Jewel, 2019.
Also by Bella Jewel
Iron Fury MC
Darkest Hour
Sassy Little Thing
Our Final Tale
Whiskey Burning
Hushed Torment
Me, please.
Jokers' Wrath MC
Melancholy
Anguish
Desolation
Precarious
Jokers' Wrath Boxed Set
Bestie
Valiant
Jokers' Wrath MC & MC Sinners
A biker for Christmas (Coming Soon)
MC Sinners
Hell's Knights
MC Sinners Next Generation
Manacle
Drifter
Rumblin' Knights
Knights Rising
Knights Fury
Knights Lady
Knights Burden
The MC Sinners Series
Knights' Sinner
Heaven's Sinners
Standalone
Number Thirteen
Wingman (Woman)
'Til Death
'Til Death Pt 2
'Til Death Boxed Set
Flawed Heart
Flawed Love
How To Fall In Love
Pandemonium
Fleeting Moments
Amore - Boxed Set
Wild Child
Table of Contents
Title Page
Title Page
Also By Bella Jewel
DEDICATION
~*A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS*~
A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS | Copyright © 2019 Bella Jewel
~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~
PROLOGUE | JAYLAH
1 | CIARA
2 | JAYLAH
3 | CIARA
4 | JAYLAH
5 | CIARA
6 | JAYLAH
7 | CIARA
8 | JAYLAH
9 | CIARA
10 | JAYLAH
11 | CIARA
12 | JAYLAH
13 | CIARA
14 | JAYLAH
15 | CIARA
16 | JAYLAH
THE END
Also By Bella Jewel
DEDICATION
To Lance
For believing in me and kicking my ass to keep writing even when I didn’t want to.
For always making me laugh, even if I occasionally snort.
For loving me harder than I’ve ever been loved.
For being the best damn thing to ever happen to me.
This is for you.
It’s always for you.
~*A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS*~
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A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS
Copyright © 2019 Bella Jewel
A BIKER FOR CHRISTMAS is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~
AS ALWAYS, MY HEARTFELT thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.
A huge thanks to the ladies from Give Me Books for organizing my reveals and blitzes. You do such an amazing job. No matter how many times I use you, I am always blown away by how efficient you are. Nothing is ever a drama. Thank you for giving me so much support.
A massive thanks to Ben Ellis from Tall Story Designs for this gorgeous cover. You’re so talented and do an absolutely incredible job. I honestly have no words to explain how grateful I am to you for all the help you put in. I’m forever in your debt.
A big, heartfelt thanks to Wendi from Ready, Set, Edit for all the work you do for me. You fit me in whenever I ask, you’re amazingly quick, and you’re so damned nice. I couldn’t do it without you, I honestly couldn’t.
And of course, to my admin, MJ, for ALWAYS keeping my page running beautifully. I couldn’t do it without you, girly. I love your teasers and your passion; thank you for taking the time out of your life to help this poor girl keep everything running.
And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.
PROLOGUE
JAYLAH
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS happening. I can’t believe this is freaking happening.
I stare at the massive cruise liner and launch into the air with an excited whoop. People stop and stare at me, narrowing their eyes with disgust, acting like I’m losing my mind because I’ve never seen a ship this size before. I wave at an old lady scowling at my outburst.
“Afternoon, ma’am. I’m going to make a lot more noise when I get on the boat, maybe you should reconsider your options. Fine day out, isn’t it?”
The woman shakes her head and walks off, muttering to her husband about wild young people on their anniversary cruise.
Young.
Pffft.
I don’t remember what it feels like to be young now that I have grown ass children, but I do know what it feels like to whoop, so just for good measure, I do it again.
“Age isn’t goin’ to slow you down, is it?”
The mutter comes from beside me, and I look over at Mack who is standing beside me, sort of on a funny angle, considering he’s got a fake leg and all. I don’t even notice anymore, but I know other people do. Who cares, anyway. He’s mine and I love him. I narrow my eyes at him and say, “You didn’t marry a normal woman; you should know that by now.”
“No,” he murmurs, “you’re right about that.”
I hold his deep-brown gaze for just a moment before turning and looking at the ship again. It’s huge, so big you can’t see the towering city buildings behind it. I made sure we picked the best possible cruise to go on. I wasn’t going to just make this a half-ass trip. This is going full blown crazy.
“If you whoop again, I’m going to throw you in the water,” Mack threatens.
I laugh and press my legs together, then, bending my knees, I launch into the air with a massive whoop that has nearly everyone staring in my direction.
“Lord help me,” he exhales.
“Lighten up, honey pot.” I laugh. “It’s not every day we get to go on a vacation together, alone, without our children.”
“There you guys are!”
I turn and see my favorite people in the whole wide world coming toward me. Krypt and Ash followed by Maddox and Santana. Pippa an
d Tyke couldn’t get the time off work to come, which totally sucks, but all the same I’ve still got my besties here and we’re going to have the time of our lives.
To say we’ve deserved this would be an understatement. Sure, the club doesn’t get into as much trouble as it used to, and our lives are fairly quiet at the moment, but we all work and we’re always busy. We haven’t been on a vacation since ... God, I can’t even remember. It feels like forever ago. So, when I saw this Christmas cruise, I didn’t miss the chance. I booked us all tickets so nobody could back out.
They were all as excited as I am.
Except Mack, of course. But that’s a whole other story.
I glance at the love of my life, who is staring out at the ocean, and my heart does a little flip flop. Not because I am so incredibly in love with him, that’s a given, but because of the fact that he seems unhappy. In the last few months, he hasn’t been himself. His whole mood is off, he’s been snappy, and we won’t even talk about the lack of sex. I know something is wrong, I just don’t know what it is.
I’m hoping this time away will fix whatever is broken inside my troubled man.
“Oh, my god, I’m so stinking excited!” Santana cheers, launching herself up into the air, making Mack groan at the action.
I laugh. “He doesn’t like it when we whoop with excitement.”
Santana rolls her eyes and nudges Mack with her shoulder. “Chill out, Chief, we’re on vacation.”
“Goin’ to be a long one if you girls don’t tone it down,” Maddox says, grabbing Santana around the waist and hauling her against him.
She grins, big and wide. Ash laughs, her hand curled around Krypt’s. They look perfect, they always do. All four of them. I glance at Mack again, and he’s not looking at me. My heart does a strange little twist, a painful one that clings to me longer than I’d like. A twist that makes me doubt myself and our relationship. Is he tiring of me? Do I frustrate him? I don’t know what it is. I honestly don’t, but I do know that it’s hurting me deep down inside because I can’t help but think I’m the reason he’s not warm toward me. Worse, the reason he’s not sleeping with me.
It’s been a few months now.
Every time I try, he comes up with an excuse.
Could there be someone else?
The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
As if sensing I’m watching him, Mack’s eyes flash to mine, and I give him a smile, refusing to let our problems bring this vacation down.
“Are you ready?”
He nods and pulls out the tickets as we join the line.
Ash falls in step beside me and nudges my shoulder. “Would you look at that ...”
I glance in the direction she just pointed, and my eyes widen. Hell’s Knights. Six of them, lined up at another entrance boarding the ship. There is no possible way we have picked the same time and the same ship to go on vacation with them. After everything that went down with Mack and my son Diesel and Spike’s daughter Mercedes, we’ve kept out of each other’s way.
I love Mercedes, she’s a great kid and Diesel adores her, but outside of their relationship, both clubs stay away from the other. Out of respect, but mostly because we know we’ll clash even if we don’t intend to. In the end, we’re still different clubs, with different turf, and different rules and different enemies. We don’t want to mix that. I know Diesel spends time with the Knights, and they know Mercedes spends time with us, but there is certainly no getting together for family outings, that’s for sure.
We keep our distance for a reason.
Now we’re about to enter the same boat.
For ten days.
Together.
Oh, boy.
“That the Knights?” Maddox asks, catching onto my stare and looking over.
Now everyone turns and looks.
“It is,” Krypt murmurs. “Are they comin’ on the ship?”
“Looks that way,” I say.
“Fuck,” Mack mutters. “This is getting worse and worse, not better and better.”
I want to slap him for his negative little comment, but that would be assault, and I actually want to make it onto the ship.
“We don’t have any problems with them anymore, not since everyone accepted Diesel and Mercy being together, right?” Santana asks, pursing her lips.
“Don’t have issues,” Maddox agrees, “but don’t want to be on the same ship, either.”
“I’m sure we can avoid them,” I say, knowing that is absolutely not going to happen because we’re bound to run into them at some point. “If we don’t we’ll just be polite and carry on. I’m sure they’re not wanting trouble as much as we’re not.”
“She’s right.” Ash nods. “I think it’ll be fine. Besides, I’m going to be too drunk to notice anything.”
I laugh. “Me, too, sister.”
We hand the tall man at the door our tickets, and he scans them all through and gives us general directions, then we make our way inside the massive ship. I gasp as we walk in—even the entrance is grand, with black and gold carpets, wooden walls and big beautiful lights draping down from the ceiling.
Spectacular.
“We’re all next to each other, right?” Santana asks, falling into step beside me.
“Yep, I booked us all rooms right beside the other. They’re all slightly different, but that’s okay. We’re together. Gosh, this ship is gorgeous.”
“You picked the best!” she agrees, staring around too as we walk toward the direction we were pointed.
I don’t get to glance at as much as I’d like as we walk to our rooms, mostly because people are shuffling around everywhere, trying to find their rooms so the ship can set sail, so to speak. We find our rooms after a few wrong turns and a few rides up an incorrect elevator. Finally, we reach our destination, promising to meet each other as soon as we’re able, and head into our rooms.
Mack and I step inside ours, and I look around. I didn’t opt for the fanciest room, but I did make sure to spend a little extra to get nicer ones with their own balcony. A queen bed lies in the middle of the floor that boasts the same carpets as the entrance. A bathroom is off to the side, and there is a small sofa and television next to the bed, right near the balcony door.
I rush out the door and onto the balcony, squealing with happy delight at the sight before me. Okay, we haven’t set sail yet, but I don’t care. I’m so freaking excited I can’t sit still. I want to scream and shout and get so damned drunk I can’t walk properly. Kid free. Just as adults. No drama.
It’s exactly what I ordered.
Well, almost exactly.
A happy Mack would be nice, too.
“ARE YOUR ROOMS NICE, too?” Santana asks, as the bartender slides a glass over the bar toward us.
Once the ship set sail, we were allowed to head out and do what we wanted. We go our swimsuits and went straight to the pool bar, over eighteen only. I stripped down, got into my bikini, and swam right up to that bar, ordering a round of cocktails for everyone. Eventually, all the guys joined in and we’ve been here ever since, drinking, laughing, feeling more relaxed than I’ve felt in such a long time.
“So freakin’ nice,” I tell her. “I mean, they’re small, but super cozy and clean.”
She nods. “Same here. Maddox and I already made good use of the bed.”
She winks at me, and I grin back, but inside, my heart sinks a little. Mack laid down and fell asleep for the small amount of time we were waiting for the ship to take off. When we woke, we came down to the bar. I got nothing, nothing at all. Not even a kiss. I don’t tell Santana that, though. I haven’t told any of them we’ve been having problems in the last few months because I don’t want them to worry and it’s probably nothing. Mack is just going through a stage; he’s always been the moody type. He’s just hanging onto this mood a little longer than most.
I made sure to bring some sexy lingerie to get the fire started again.
Because I miss him, oh, do I miss him.
> The feel of his body, the way his skin is soft against mine, those rough lips and that hard cock.
I miss it all.
Dammit.
“We’re going to have such a good time on this cruise,” I say, swiftly changing the subject.
“You’re damn right.” Ash grins, raising her glass to clink it against ours. “Cheers to a holiday without drama!”
“Without drama!” I call back, raising my glass.
We clink them together.
Let the vacation begin.
1
CIARA
I MOAN AND MY HEAD tips backward into the soft pillows as Spike devours my pussy. His feral tongue ripping the pleasure right out of me. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been with him, or how many times he does this, he gets me without a doubt. He has me clutching the sheets, my legs wrapping around his shoulders, my back arching. He knows he’s good at it.
He knows I love it.
I cum with a cry, thrashing on the sheets, no doubt the neighbors can hear my screams. Spike is up and inside me in seconds, his big body over mine, his hands grabbing my hips as he drives his cock into me. Over and over. The piercings tickling every inch of my insides, the large head of his cock pushing in deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” he growls, tipping my hips up more with his hands and riding me until I can’t hold back a second longer. I cum so hard my entire body shakes beneath his.
He follows a moment later, his body trembling above mine, his feral rasps filling the room. It’s the best damn feeling, being here, with him, no drama and no club. Just us, our family, and a whole lot of sex and alcohol. Exactly what we all needed.
Spike rolls off me and pulls me over to him as he goes, making sure I land in the nook of his arm. We both lie there, panting for a moment, then he says, “Fucking you never gets old, baby.”