I had a small throw in my saddlebag, and I spread it out for us to lay on. The sun has gone down, and the moon is peeking out between clouds. I crack open a can of beer to wash my pizza down. Red is taking her sweet time picking her toppings off and eating them separate from the crust. I find the ritual strange as fuck but don’t say anything. The next band takes the stage. They suck but I’m not one to complain. I’m just enjoying the scenery that’s right here in front of me.
Catching me staring, she says, “What?” in a self-conscious way.
“Nothing. Just enjoying the view.”
Lifting a napkin to her lips she wipes her mouth then takes a drink of her beer. “Why’d you pull over for me the other night?”
I lay back and cross my arms under my head, staring up at the starless night. “It was your hair. Thought it was a damn stop sign,” I tease her, not really having an answer for her. “I don’t know what made me stop but I’m glad I did.”
I look over and she hugs her knees to her chest. “Me too,” she whispers more to herself than to me.
“Tell me about your kid. About your Sarah. I’m sure you’re missing her and worrying.”
She gets this far off sad look in her eyes that makes me feel like an asshole for bringing the little girl up. I thought perhaps talking about her might help but now I see the error in my thinking. Instead of waiting for an answer I shove up and kiss her in hope of taking her mind off the topic. She returns the kiss, but I can tell her heart isn’t in it. She’s still trapped in her sadness. A grief I reminded her of when things were going good.
A tense quietness settles between us save the sounds of the city and festival around us. Eventually she offers me a weak smile. “It’s just I hope she doesn’t think I abandoned her. I don’t want her to forget me.” Her fingers comb through the grass picking at the longer blades. “She’s got strawberry blonde hair and never knows a stranger. She’s a happy kid. Smiles all the time. I just want her to have better than I ever did.” A tear slips down her cheek and I pull her into me.
“She will. You’ll see her soon,” I promise, wanting to do anything to reunite the two of them, and hoping like hell I can deliver.
“If she was here right now, she’d be running off to explore anything and everything. We wouldn’t be able to keep up.”
I pull her up and onto the grass. Her bare toes digging into the ground. “Dance with me,” I tell her hoping to get her away from a depressing train of thought. However, I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to see Red with her daughter. What it’d be like if they were to stay with me. Could I make them both happy? Could I be enough for them? I know I’m no good, but the way Red is looking at me right now makes me think she believes I am. In a different life—maybe I could have been but never in this one. I know who I am and what I’ve done and what I will continue to do.
I’m a killer and killers just don’t stop killing one day and start a family. It doesn’t happen. It isn’t going to start now. But then this beautiful woman leans into me and lets out a sigh of contentment. Her hand rubs along my jaw affectionately and something inside me breaks a little and I soften more for her than I thought possible. There’s something about the peace we bring one another. The calming of a storm. The ending of a war. That’s how she makes me feel deep inside in places I thought never would feel a thing for a soul.
Shit. She’s got my heart squeezing tight for a little girl I ain’t even met. A kid who’d probably piss herself at the sight of me.
Her arms are wrapped around my neck as we rock our bodies to the music. I’ve never been much of a dancer, but I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about me. I got Red in my arms and that’s all I need.
Her mouth seeks out mine, claiming my lips, sealing our fates with a tender kiss full of trust and fueled by a desire neither of us can fight. A new band takes to the stage playing something a bit softer and slower.
I lay this beautiful woman down on the flannel throw and kiss her soft and slow. I kiss her breathless and dumb because when I let her up for air, she’s wearing the goofiest smile on her face. I’m a fucking goner for this woman and I don’t know how to stop from falling harder.
Chapter 6
Walking into the clubhouse, I am called to the basement for choir. I know we have to talk about what went down with Hook and his bastard Devils Rejects. I am just not sure if I am ready. Doesn’t matter though, Prez calls us to choir, we gotta be there.
Slim takes the gavel and slams it against the table once I take my seat, guess they have been waiting for me. “First order of business, this deal with Hook and the Devils Rejects is going to hurt us bad in the pocket. We gotta come up with some fresh ideas to bring in a bigger profit. I have been looking to expand our reach, but that means more brothers on the road running more shine. We need to patch some newbs in. We are already running short as it is. Jailbait was a good brother and I am sorry he is gone, but we have to move forward and think about the future. All in favor of patching in Stone and Blaze say aye.”
One by one we all say aye, now is not the time to be at a disagreement with one another, we need these new brothers patched in bad.
“Second order of business. Grim has broken several rules over the past few days, and for that he must be punished. All in favor of giving him a beat down say aye.”
Not getting a say in this vote, I listen as each of my brothers vote to kick my ass. Being Vice President doesn’t grant me any immunity. I won’t know when the beat down is coming. They will take me by surprise.
“Third order of business. Grim, are you going to claim Red, or is she going to work in the Roadhouse?” I nearly reach across the table and threaten to cut off Slim’s other nut for even suggesting putting Red to work as a clubwhore. Not on my watch. Ain’t fuckin’ happenin’.
“Call Inkman, she’s going to wear my brand.” Our tattoo guy will be putting a grim reaper on Red’s arm marking her as my top bitch. Which means no motherfucker will get near her, and if they do, I’ll fucking kill them. I’d dig a motherfucker’s eyes out with a spoon if they ever lay a finger on her. She was put through hell with Benji. I won’t see her share that fate here. I made her a promise and I will hold to it.
The gavel slams against the table calling an end to choir. I don’t know when my beat down is coming, but I could use getting out on the open road and running some deliveries, get away from Red, and shake this voodoo she has put on me. Not ready to marry her but can’t stand the thought of another man touching her. She is one hell of a woman. She took a shot at the Rejects without a second thought. Red, she is a real ride or die bitch, and one day when I’m ready, she will stand by my side. But can she wait for me? The only way I can keep her safe is to claim her with my brand. Put her under my protection. My reasons for doing it may be selfish, but I will get Red her Sarah back from Hook if it’s the last motherfucking thing I do.
**
“Red, baby… you ready to be claimed by me, to wear my reaper? I’m not asking you to marry me, or hell even love me. All I ask is that you stay true to me, and I promise to try. I’m not going to sugarcoat it or lie to you. I’m going on the road soon, for business. I can’t promise not to get my dick sucked, but I won’t stick my cock in any other pussy but yours. You’ll have the protection of the club, and you will have my trailer to do with as you please. No one will bother you. Only thing is you will have to help Foxie in the garden and babysit her boys on occasion.”
She tenses. I can see that the idea of me leaving bothers her. Hell, I figured she’d be happy. She gets protection and my place to herself. Shit, maybe the idea of my claiming her is what has her upset or is it because I brought up getting my dick sucked? Hell, I don’t know how to do this relationship shit. She frowns at me and my chest squeezes tight. “How long will you be gone?”
“Can’t say.” I shrug. “However long Slim needs me on the road. I’ll never treat you like a clubwhore. I will respect you as if you are my wife. I won’t fuck around if I can help it.�
�� I’ve never been a one-woman man, but I will try for her. I will give her all I got and make this fucked up shit right for her. I brought her here and made a deal with the Devil on her behalf. If I go down, so does she. Might as well make it pleasurable for us both while it lasts.
She chews on her lip as if she really has a choice. We are in too deep now. Sucking a breath in she says, “Okay, I’ll stay.” Her head moves up and down as though she is trying to convince herself this is what she wants. “I’ll be with you. I’ll wear your brand. But as far as pussy and other bitches goes...you won’t want any other pussy, but this right here.” She grabs her cunt and fuck it makes me hard. I don’t know why but there is something so damn possessive and primal about the act. It’s fucking erotic and I fall a little harder and deeper in like with her.
God, I need to be inside her.
“Play with your pussy for me, Red. Show me what I am going to be missing when I’m on the road.” She drops her shorts and starts rubbing her nub. I suck in a breath, watching her touch and love that sweet little pussy. “Fuck yeah, baby.” I pull my cock out, stroking it as she fingers her slick folds. Crawling over to me she takes my cock in her hand, coating my dick with her juices. With one excruciating, slow lick, her tongue runs over my length. Bitch is trying to kill me. Teasing me with gentle little licks. Flicking her tongue out and flattening it against my shaft only to pull away again. Finally, she takes me in her mouth, sucking my cock like she’s the desert and I am her oasis. “Gonna cum down your throat, then I am going to eat that pussy like a world champ.”
“That’s right, baby, cum for me,” she moans the words around my dick.
I watch as her head bobs up and down. My dick hits the back of her throat and I let go, my eyes roll back in my head seeing motherfucking stars. I’m not sure I have ever come so hard. Red licks my cock clean then I shove her backwards on the fucking floor and get a taste of that sweet candy between her legs. She is so wet. I put two fingers in her tight channel and suck on her clit. Looking up at her and seeing her eyes closed sets me off.
“Fuck no, baby, you look at me savoring your pussy. You are going to witness me staking my claim.” Swiping my fingers across her puckered hole, I get her ass ready, she is going to have the best orgasm. Coating her ass with her own wetness, I insert my thumb in her ass, and delve my tongue into her channel, tasting and sucking her. Deeper and harder I take my time fucking her with my tongue and thumb.
Her legs are shaking, and she lets out my name in a whimper. “Jack.” Hearing her say my name does something to me. No one calls me Jack. To everyone I am just Grim. She doesn’t know it, but the sentiment means something to me—that she sees me the man and not just my road name and the cut I wear or the motorcycle I ride.
“That’s right, baby, cum all over my face.”
“Please, Jack. I can’t take anymore, fuck me now.”
Wiping my mouth on her shirt, I hover over her, teasing her slit with my throbbing cock. Her pussy is a pulsing bundle of nerves. Her nails are cutting into my ass as she squeezes my flesh, pulling me down closer to her. The head of my dick prods at her slit and she guides me inside. Both of us are panting, covered in dirty sex sweat.
Her hipbones are rubbing against my own and she matches me thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. She takes me so deep inside, I’m not sure where she ends and where I begin. Sucking on her pebbled nipples really gets her going. Her back arches, and her hips buck as I bite down on her sensitive bud. She’s got me so hot, I feel like my blood is on fire.
Slowing my pace, I rub my thumb over the cut on her lip. I run my tongue over her lips tracing the scar, wishing I could take it away. Red takes control, kissing me hard and deep, sucking my tongue into mouth so damn sensual and sweet and yet rough at the same time. “Red, you fuck so good.”
“And you fuck as good as you ride, Grim.” And if that ain’t the sweetest thing to ever leave her mouth.
I’d never received a finer compliment in all my life.
Chapter 7
Red is taking big drinks of Romeo’s apple pie shine. I didn’t figure her for one to be scared of a little needle. Betty is back behind the bar, looking like shit with her eyes all swollen and black. The whore won’t even look at me now. Guess I had better get used to it though. No bitch is going to want to suck my Johnson if she has to worry about Red breaking her nose. My dick’s good, but not sure if it's getting your face broke good.
Inkman is getting ready to put my grim reaper on Red’s left forearm, so that motherfuckers know she is untouchable. Her tattoo will be shaded in black and grey, the grim reapers face, with my name underneath with shaded red roses on each end of my name to give it a more feminine feel. Red is not being branded alone though. I have to get her name inked on me too. Something I swore I would never do—get a bitch’s name permanent on my skin. My tattoo is a skull on my upper shoulder, there is a bleeding rose between his teeth, with her name, Gypsy Red etched on his forehead. Can’t believe I am a fucking owned man. I shake my head. Never thought I would live to see the day. Fucking unreal.
Red makes it through her tattoo without passing out. Inkman does good work but that shit hurts. Slim says a small toast, in honor of the union. “To Grim and Red. May he ride you as much as he rides his Harley.”
All of my brothers take a drink of moonshine, in Red’s honor and in mine. Fuck, I hate to see how emotional they’d get if I actually married her ass. But I have to admit it’s nice to see them in a good mood after losing Jailbait, we need some good.
I am drinking and having a good time, showing off my woman. Damn if that doesn’t sound weird on my tongue but yet it feels a little right too. Tonight is a good night to be a Black Rebel Rider. Liquor is flowing and everyone is having a damn good time. Foxie takes Red by the hand and leads her to the bar. Porn Star Dancing is playing and damn if that ain’t what the two of them start doing. Red and Foxie are on top of the bar. Slim’s bitch is dressed in a barely there baby doll dress showing off a lot of skin and ink. Red is strutting in some sexy fucking heels, black with silver studs covering them, paired with a black tank top and daisy dukes. They are bumping and grinding all over each other putting on one hell of a show for Slim and me. The other brothers know they can fucking look, but they had better not fucking touch. No matter though, there is plenty of other pussy for them to tap. My dick is twitching, ready for more of Red.
Slim clamps me on the shoulder, I wince a little my skin is tender where I just got my tattoo. “Fucking pussy, going soft already.” He laughs at me. Asshole.
I roll my shoulder. “Fucking Inkman goes too damn deep with the needle, brother.”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say—pussies.” He chuckles under his breath and takes a drink of moonshine.
I light up a joint and pass it to him.
Foxie looks over at Slim and gives him a sly wink; she knows he likes to watch. Fuck, and now so do I...so do I. Foxie’s hands are rubbing all over Red. Bitch is faithful to Slim, but he don’t count bringing other woman to their bed occasionally as cheating. I don’t mind Slim watching the show, but there’s no fucking way they are taking Red upstairs to play. She belongs to me and only me. Only bed she’ll lay down in is mine. Only person pleasuring that pussy will be me too.
Red lays her head back on Foxie’s shoulder as they continue to bump and grind. Foxie leans forward and tongues my bitch. Some of the other brothers stop playing pool and let out a whistle. You can feel the desire in the air, Foxie knows what she is doing getting all the brothers riled up, and she loves the attention. Red pulls away from her and I can see it on her face she’s not into that scene.
“How serious are you about her?” Slim asks not taking his eyes off our bitches.
“Serious enough that if you don’t stop eyeballing my pussy, I’ll slice off your other nut,” I warn in a low feral growl.
“Alright, I feel you. About this shit with Hook…I’m going to handle paying him. I need you to ride front door on the next run to Indiana,
and after that is settled, I want you to handle the deal with Clemons and his crew in Chicago. Luscious Laura has a room ready for you. You ride out in three days.”
“You got it, Prez.”
“Alright then.” Slim walks over to the bar, pulls Foxie down from the top, and leads her upstairs. Their boys are with one of the potentials. Fuck, I’m glad I have never been on babysitting duty. Them little hellcats are hard to handle. I pity the bitchass who is stuck with them for the night.
Helping Red off the bar, I have my own plans for her tonight. Fucking Slim, and thinking for one second that I’d let him and Foxie play with Red. They better not fucking touch her when I go on the next run. I have enough shit to worry about with Hook wanting her blood without them fucking with her too.
Red nibbles on my earlobe and whispers to me how fucking wet she is. Part of me wants to punish her for her little performance a minute ago, but the other part of me, and by other part I mean my dick, is hornier than a dog in heat. I want to bend her over my bike and pump her full of me in front of the whole damn club. Show them all who she belongs to. Spank her ass until it marred with my handprint and pull her damn hair as I fuck her into full submission. However, I’ll settle for getting away from here and taking her for a ride.
“Let’s go for a ride. There’s something I want to show you.”
“What, the monster in your pants?” Fuck, I love her sassy mouth and every time she smarts off to me, I want to make her put that mouth to use and suck my dick.
“Maybe later. I want to take you somewhere. I want you to know what I am capable of.” I want to show Red just how bad I really am, she needs to know what she just signed on for. My brand is on her arm but that doesn’t mean she knows me.
I am going to take her to my mother’s grave. When I said I was a bad man and that I hurt people, I wasn’t bullshitting. I killed my own mother. She turned on the club and she turned on me. I was just a boy when it all went down but I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The first blood I ever spilled was hers. She tried to sell me for drugs to a rival MC. When I realized what she was trying to do to me and with me, I freaked out. Hit her in the back of the head with a tire iron. Beat her damn brains out. Skull cleaned it up for me and took me under his wing. I didn’t love my mother any more than she loved me, but that doesn’t make the shit right. I am a motherfucking monster. Don’t deserve Red, but I feel the darkness I carry with me in her. I know she carries it to from killing Benji. We are more alike than either of us probably want to admit.
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