Tempting The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 3)

by Glenna Maynard

  His body moves against mine violently. Our skin slaps together, hips rubbing and rocking as though we can’t get close enough. Hard and deep his strokes are vicious. Sweat drips down his body and clings to me.

  “Fuck. So wet. So tight.” He grunts and his cock jerks inside me, his warmth washing over me. Short of breath he kisses me, stroking my cheek. “Perfect, Lex.”

  I hug him to me not ready to let go but knowing I have to.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Where you off to?” I glance at Rochelle, noticing my daughter is growing up too damn fast. I swear she keeps getting taller.

  “I’m going out with Colter.”

  I raise my brow at her. “Papa’s boy?”

  “Yes.” She smiles, batting her lashes.

  “Is this a date?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know. I think so. I really like him.”

  “You know the rule.”

  “You already know him, so I didn’t think it’s a big deal. You like Colter and Papa is one of your best buds or whatever.”

  “Whether or not I like him ain’t got shit do with him taking my daughter out.”

  Ruthie comes out of the kitchen licking chocolate frosting off her fingers. “You leaving?”

  “You knew about this?” Of course she did.

  “I didn’t think it’d be that big a deal.”

  Ignoring her, I turn my attention back to Rochelle. “He picking you up?”

  “Yeah, then we’re grabbing Alexa and going out to eat.”

  Hearing Alexa’s name freezes my blood.

  I walked away from her. Our last conversation sounds inside my head.

  “Why you gotta make shit so damn hard for me, pretty girl?”

  A tear slid down her cheek. “Because I wish you'd choose me. That you'd show me I'm worth the fight. That somewhere buried deep in that black heart a part of you loves me.”

  I cupped her jaw, my heart split in two. I'm living a double life. Caught between heaven and hell. “I care about you, baby. You’re the only woman I go on my knees for.” I went to my knees and practically begged her to understand. I never asked for any of this. Hell, she didn’t either. I never expected to fall for her.

  “Hello.” A hand waves over my face. “Earth to, Dad.”

  “What?” I grumble.

  “So can I go?”

  “Yeah whatever, but I want a word with him first.”

  “Thanks. You’re the best dad ever.” She comes in for a hug.

  Ruthie mutters, “That’s debatable.”

  Fucking cunt. I’ve been trying my damnedest to appease her. Keeping my enemy close, working her for information on her bastard father. He’s at the top of my list. He’s not an easy man to get to. He started asking too many questions when Alexa turned back up a few days after I dropped her at the train station and Todd didn’t. Called up Lily’s old man, Bronson. Sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Pressing for answers asking if there had been any new girls brought in.

  Only person who knew about Alexa other than Slick was Grudge. I trust Slick. He wouldn’t have turned on me nor Lily, now Grudge that’s debatable. The fucker has a temper and when you piss him off forgiveness doesn’t come easy hence the name. I don’t think I’ve gotten on his bad side, though he did feel slighted when Lily turned him down, but hell that was years ago.

  No. Lion’s got eyes on me. And if anything, he knows about Alexa, but the bastard has kept quiet. I know his secret and he knows mine.

  “Is it okay if Alexa spends the night?”

  “I don’t know if you hanging out with her is such a good idea.”

  “She’s my best friend, and I have barely seen her since she got back.”

  “Don’t her folks want her at home?”

  “They kicked her out.”

  “Where is she living then?” Ruthie questions, looking concerned.

  Rochelle shrugs. “She’s been staying with Carla, but she can’t live there. I was hoping she could stay here.”

  “Here?” I nearly choke the word out.

  “She can stay tonight, but your father and I will need to talk about it. Her folks won’t let her come back?”

  “I mean, you know how strict her dad is. He’s pretty pissed about her running off with Todd. He dumped her at some motel and left her stranded.”

  Fuck me. My fist curls around my beer. She made up a story about that piece of shit. I know she probably did it thinking she was helping to protect me for what I did, but I don’t want her involved. Alexa never should’ve returned.

  A knock sounds at the front door. “That’s Colter,” Rochelle says with a squeal. “And, Dad, be nice please.”

  I grunt in response as she flies toward the door practically floating. Jesus. I’m not ready for this shit.

  “Hey, Colter. Um...can you come in for a sec. My dad wants to talk to you.”

  Colter breezes in every bit his father’s son. Dark hair swept back in a ponytail, showing off the shaved sides of his head. Tattooed and dangerous. He looks too damn old to be taking out my princess.

  “Murder.” He extends his right hand, and I spy a Tasmanian Devil tattooed on his forearm. I give him a firm shake and it pleases me that he’s not nervous. I respect that he had the balls to show up and face me like a man.

  “Colter. Rochelle tells me you’re taking her out tonight.”

  “That’s the plan.” He grins at my daughter and my first instinct is to wrap my hand around his throat and toss him out on his ass, but I won’t. Papa’s a good man, and I know Colter is a good kid. If Rochelle is going to date anyone, I’d rather it be him. I know he’ll treat her right or answer to me and his old man.

  “Where you taking her?”

  “Dinner and a movie.”

  “All right. Want her home by ten.”

  “Dad,” Rochelle wines and Colter chuckles under his breath.

  “Eleven-thirty,” Ruthie overrides me.

  “Fine, but not a minute later. Understood.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You kids have a good time. And, Colter. Not a hair on her head, feel me.”

  “I’ll keep my hands to myself if that’s what you mean.”

  “Lips too.”

  “Oh, my God, Dad. Stop.” Rochelle grabs her date by the hand and drags him out the door.

  I hear them leave and Ruthie goes back to the kitchen. I follow her. “We need to talk.” I place my beer on the counter and fold my arms across my chest.

  “What about?” She sprinkles candy over the cupcakes.

  “Alexa.”

  Ruthie looks up. “What about her?”

  “She can’t move in with us. We don’t need to involve ourselves in whatever trouble she’s gotten herself in.”

  “Let me worry about it. You’re a man so you don’t understand these things. It won’t be permanent. I’m sure her parents will come around. I’ll talk to them, but in the meantime, I think she’s safer here then out there on her own. Don’t you?”

  I know she’s right but having my greatest temptation and one weakness under my roof is asking for trouble I don’t need. “Why don’t I talk to her father and see what I can do?”

  “Sure. Whatever. Help me get these boxed up, will you? I promised I’d drop them off to Lucy for the bake sale for the new uniforms for Ro’s squad.”

  “Sure.” I swipe one for myself and Ruthie swats at me.

  “These aren’t for you.” She comes in for a kiss. One I don’t want to give, but one I know I can’t deny. Keeping her happy is important more so now than ever. Her tongue presses against my lips and as much as I don’t want to, I give in. Gripping the back of her head, I hold her where I want her, but inside my head it’s not my wife I’m kissing.

  Closing my eyes, I see Alexa clear as day. The image slices through me like a damn knife piercing through my heart. Why the hell did she come back? I break away from Ruthie when she practically purrs and starts rubbing up on me like a kitten.

  “I don’t have to
take these just yet. We can take advantage of having the house to ourselves, honey.”

  “I gotta get to the clubhouse.”

  “James, you said you’d try.”

  “I know what I said.”

  She shoots me a seductive smile. One that doesn’t have the effect she was hoping for. Down on her knees she yanks my zipper down and undoes my belt. “Let me send you off properly then.” The bitch strokes my shaft and licks her lips. I may not love her, but I’m sorry enough to let the cunt suck my dick.

  Wrapping her lips around the head, she goes to town on my dick, working hard to make me come. I grip the back of her head and fuck her face as hard as I can, hitting the back of her throat with every deep stroke. “That’s it, you dirty fucking slut. Suck me till I come down your throat.”

  She gurgles, nearly gagging on me, but I don’t stop. Tears escape the creases of her closed eyes as she suctions that mouth around me tighter.

  “Fuck yeah, Ale-Ruthie. Swallow for me.” If she heard my slip up, she doesn’t show it.

  Unable to take anymore she pops free, my warm seed still spurting out onto her lips. Her tongue darts out to capture the rest and lick me clean. When she’s finished, I tuck back into my jeans and get ready to leave.

  “I’ve been thinking.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want another baby.”

  “A baby?” My heart seizes in my chest. The last thing I want is to have another kid with this bitch.

  “Yes, James. Ro is getting older. Soon she will be off to college and starting her own life. We always talked about trying for a son, but then you fucked everything up and went to prison. I know that’s all in the past. I just don’t want to wake up one day and have any regrets. I stopped taking my birth control.”

  “Don’t you think the timing is bad. We can hardly be in the same room together and you want to bring another kid into the mix. Why? You think it will make me stay? Keep me on a leash?”

  “No. I want more for us. I want you to be my husband again. My father wants someone to pass his legacy on to.”

  “You father? What the fuck does he have to do with this? You been running your mouth to him again behind my back?”

  “No. But if I want to talk about our marriage with my father I can. You don’t control me, James.”

  “That’s the truest thing to ever leave your mouth. Why would I want to have another baby with you when I can barely stand the sight of you? You weren’t always such a miserable controlling cunt.”

  “Take it back.”

  “Or what?”

  “Don’t push me. You won’t like it when I push back. Remember that.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and storms off.

  She forgets that if I go down so does she.

  Fucking hell I didn’t see this coming. I scrub a palm over my face and tug on my beard. Another kid. Over my dead body will I have a son. I’m not tainting my bloodline with any more of Lion’s DNA. It’s a wonder Rochelle is a good kid. With Ruthie as her mother and my sorry ass for a father it’s a motherfucking miracle she isn’t as fucked up as the rest of us.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Looks like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Papa pulls out the chair next to me.

  “Just got a lot of shit on my mind.”

  “This don’t have anything to do with Rochelle and Colter does it?”

  “Naw. I’m not stressing that. I know he’ll treat my girl right. He has you for a father.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He takes a hard pull off his longneck beer.

  “You should. He’s a handsome little fucker too.”

  “He does look like me, don’t he?”

  “Fuck he’s a spitting image, man. Except for that white in your hair.” I chuckle and he shakes his head. Papa got his name for his looks. Namely his hair. Going white at his temples and a few other spots like an old man. “You should be proud.”

  “I am. We may be in-laws one day.”

  “Slow down. Rochelle ain’t getting married anytime soon.”

  “Keep telling yourself that. What’s got you looking ready to shoot the clubhouse up?”

  “Ruthie wants another kid.”

  “And you don’t?”

  “Hell no. Having Rochelle is plenty. I’m not ready to go back to sleepless nights and diapers. Long past that stage in life.”

  “I can understand that. Sometimes though I think it’d be nice to go back. Shit was a lot less complicated back then.”

  “Ain’t that the fucking truth,” I mutter and finish off my beer.

  “Need another?” Kristen nabs my empty bottle.

  “No thanks, darlin’. I’m about to ride out, but I’m sure Papa here could use some company.” I push my chair back as she drops into his lap.

  “Later, brother.”

  “I’ll see you at the wedding.” His head falls back, and he howls with laughter.

  “Fuck off,” I grumble and shove a cigarette between my lips.

  “Who’s getting married?’ I hear Kristen ask as I walk out.

  Asshole thinks he’s real funny. That shit ain’t nothing to joke about. I’ve decided I’m locking Rochelle in her room till she’s thirty.

  Rolling up to the house, I’m not ready to have Ruthie and Alexa under the same roof, but don’t have much of a choice. I park my motorcycle in the garage. Walking into the house I hear giggles coming from the kitchen.

  Fuck. I shoulda stayed at the clubhouse tonight. Anywhere else but here.

  “We’re in the kitchen, James,” Ruthie calls out.

  I stomp into the room, relief washing over me when I see it’s only my wife and daughter sitting at the counter eating the left-over cupcakes.

  “I see you made it home in one piece.” I rub my palm over the top of Rochelle’s hair, scuffing it up.

  “Ugh, Dad,” she whines.

  “You have a good time on your date?”

  “Our little girl is growing up. Had her first real kiss tonight.”

  “I don’t need to hear that shit.”

  “Whatever.” Rochelle rolls her eyes. “Do you want a cupcake?”

  “I’m good. Alexa not staying over?”

  “She’s here. I think she’s taking a shower or getting ready for bed.”

  “Right. You girls don’t stay up too late.”

  “We won’t.”

  Ruthie shadows me to our bedroom and closes the door. “Did you think about what I said?”

  “Nothing to think about.”

  “I want a baby.”

  “Ask your boyfriend then.”

  “Why are you being like this?”

  “Like what exactly? Reasonable. An adult. You think another kid will magically fix this?” I shrug my shirt over the back of my head and toss it into a nearby hamper.

  “I don’t know but don’t we owe it to ourselves to try? To my father to carry on the family.”

  “I’m not fighting with you about this.” I kick my jeans off and grab my pillow off the bed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Going to the couch.”

  “Rochelle has a friend over.”

  “And?”

  “I don’t want her gossiping at school that Rochelle’s dad sleeps on the couch.”

  “Who gives a fuck about what some school kids think?”

  “I do. It’ll get back to the other cheer moms.”

  “You’re fucking ridiculous you know that.” I shake my head and go to the living room, grabbing a spare blanket from the hall closet as I go. Flopping down on the couch, I grab the remote and turn some action movie on. I toss and turn until about two in the morning when I hear someone in the kitchen. I peer over the back of the couch and see Alexa standing in front of the sink. Her blonde locks hang down her back and the pale green shorts she’s wearing hug her ass. I should roll back over and pretend to be asleep, but find my feet carrying me to the kitchen because I’m a damn glutton for punishment.

  “Can�
��t sleep?” Alexa jumps at the sound of my voice and turns to face me. Tears rolling down her cheeks. On reflex I go to her, wrapping my arms around her, pressing her head into my chest.

  She gazes up at me. “I’m sorry. I thought I could do this but being back here... Brings the nightmares back.”

  “It’s okay.” I kiss her forehead, and she tilts her head up more, her lips calling to mine like a damn siren calling to a sailor at sea. “Is there anything I can do? Ruthie takes sleeping pills. I’ll get you one if you think it’d help.”

  “No. No pills.” She shakes her head. “I know you’re mad at me for coming back, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go out into the world while knowing you were back here. I don’t have anything if I don’t have you in my life.”

  “Lex, we can’t do this.”

  “Yes, we can.” Her sweet breath fans over my mouth, and like a magnet I’m drawn straight to her. My hands roam to her hips, and I lift her onto the counter, her legs hooking around my waist. Dipping my head, I capture her mouth with mine, greedily taking whatever I can get of her.

  “Why can’t I give you up?”

  “Because you love me,” she whispers and kisses my palm.

  I step away and shake my head. I take one look at her, and I know I am so damn fucked I need a new word for how gone I am for her. I must be crazy. My wife and daughter are right down the hall. Either of them could wake up at any moment and find us together.

  “Go to bed. I’m gonna talk to your folks about you coming back home tomorrow.”

  “I’m not going back. You can’t make me.”

  “You can’t stay here.”

  “You want me to go say the word.”

  “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  “Is it because of your wife?”

  “Don’t go there.”

  “Why? If you can’t be honest with me then who can you trust?”

  “I trust you, Lex, it’s me I worry about. I can’t keep my hands off you, baby.”