Wingman (Woman)

by Bella Jewel

  “Fine,” I say, turning and walking towards the door. “You’ve made your point, biker.”

  “As I said,” he yells after me as I step out. “You’ll thank me.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Autumn lies beside me, running her fingers through my hair. She’s been with me since Cade brought me home. I haven’t gone to speak with Reign yet, regardless of Spike’s words. I will, I just...I need to get myself sorted first. My emotions suck right now. My head pounds, but it’s nothing to match the ache in my heart. I hurt so much; I can’t even begin to process the feelings washing around inside me.

  “Are you hungry, sweetie?” Autumn asks, sitting up.

  I shake my head.

  “You need to eat something, for the baby at least.”

  I stare down at my still flat stomach, wondering how I’m going to get through the next few months alone. Wondering how I’m going to pay for this baby, to give him or her a decent life.

  “Sure,” I finally whisper. “Maybe just a few crackers.”

  She nods and gets up, rushing through the kitchen to get some crackers and a cup of tea. I sit up, tucking my legs beneath me. She’s just finished making the tea when the door swings open and Reign steps in. He’s soaking wet, fists balled, and he’s panting. Autumn puts the cup of tea down and storms over to him before either of us gets the chance to speak.

  “Leave, Reign,” she barks. “Now.”

  “No,” he growls at her, his eyes fierce.

  “She’s hurt, she’s heartbroken, and the last thing she needs is you coming in and fucking her up again.”

  Reign ignores her and turns to me. “I heard the tape. I need to talk to you.”

  I stare at him, my heart trying to take me in two directions. Part of me wants to scream at him to leave, but the other part is weak and doesn’t want him to go. The baby growing inside me isn’t going away and he’s a part of that, whether I like it or not.

  “It’s okay, Autumn,” I whisper. “He can talk.”

  Autumn glares at Reign, and pokes a finger into his chest. “You hurt her again, I’ll fuck you up. You decide what you want and you stick with it. Got me?”

  He stares down at her. “Yeah, I got you.”

  She turns and walks over to me, cupping my face. “I’m a phone call away.”

  I nod, squeezing her hand.

  She leaves and when we hear her car drive off, Reign shuts the door and walks over, stopping in front of me. He points to the seat beside me. “Can I sit?”

  “That’s up to you,” I say, my voice small.

  I scoot to the end of the couch as he sits down at the other end. He turns his body towards me and stares at me for a long, agonizing moment. “There’s a lot of shit I need to say to you, Tia. But the first thing you need to know is that I didn’t tell Selena about the baby. She overheard you scream it at me; she was in an office nearby. I didn’t know she was going to come to you. If I did, I would have stopped her.”

  My heart swells with emotion, but I say nothing. I just keep the empty expression on my face.

  “The second thing you need to know is that I’m fucking sorry. I’m so goddamned sorry I didn’t believe you. I wanted to believe her; I held onto hope that there was something good left in her, but there wasn’t. I knew that over a week ago, but today confirmed that for me. I knew that before you saw me with her, and it looked so fuckin’ bad I know that you might not believe me but it’s true.”

  I still don’t say anything.

  He sighs and goes on. “I put you fuckin’ second, there is nothing I can say to make up for that. But I fucked up; I know I did.”

  He looks up at me, his golden eyes meeting mine.

  “You didn’t put me second, Reign,” I whisper. “I put myself second. You made it clear how you felt for her.”

  “But I was wrong,” he protests. “I was fuckin’ wrong, Tia. When I started getting feelings for you, it threw me. It put everything I was working for off-balance. She was there, all sunshine and rainbows, makin’ me believe there was something left. I found myself with feelings for two women. I thought I loved her.”

  “Thought?” I ask.

  “Thought. You want to know the exact moment I realized that what I was feeling for her wasn’t love, that what I felt for her was loss and desperation?”

  I nod.

  “I took her out for a coffee, to talk. I asked her what she loved about me, and she could hardly answer me. I realized then that I was wrong. I had it all fucked up. What I felt for Selena wasn’t love, it was an old flame I was trying to relight. I didn’t realize that until I felt love again . . . with you, Tia.”

  My eyes well with tears and I use the back of my palm to swipe them away before they have the chance to fall.

  “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around everything, trying to understand the moment I stopped loving her, and started loving you. I wanted to make sure it was right, that I wasn’t going to give you false promises. Then you told me you were pregnant and it threw me, it sent me over the edge because I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t choose her, Tia. I never fuckin’ chose her; I just didn’t choose you, either. But now I am. I’m choosing you.”

  My hands are shaking as I blink at him through my haze. “You choose me?”

  He scoots closer, cupping my cheeks in his palms. “I’m choosing you because you gave me something I was too fuckin’ blinded to see for so long. You give me friendship, you give me laughter, but most of all, you give me truth. Everything about you is real, Tia. There are no secrets, no darkness, no selfish. It’s all pure and perfect. I want that—I want it every day for the rest of my life.”

  I drop my head, but he keeps his hands on my cheeks. My tears run down over his fingers then slide down his arms.

  “I love you, Tiani. Didn’t think it would ever happen, but the day I hired you was the best fuckin’ decision I’ve ever made.”

  “You love me?” I croak. “Why?”

  He shakes his head. “Beats the shit out of me. You’re stubborn, you harbor strange mental disorders, you’re loud and sassy, and you drive me fuckin’ crazy, but shit, I love you. I fuckin’ love you so much it hurts.”

  I croak out a shaky laugh. “I guess this means I can’t be your wingman anymore?”

  He laughs hoarsely and pulls me into his arms. “Baby, there never needs to be anyone else. The only person you’re picking up for me from now on, is you.”

  “And our baby?” I whisper.

  “Our baby will be the damned luckiest child in the world. You want to know why?”

  I nod.

  “Because its parents are fucking epic together.”

  I laugh and he pulls me in closer.

  Maybe this will work out good after all.

  ~*~*~*~

  Reign’s fingers stroke down my body as his other hand gently caresses my wet sex. “You smell fuckin’ good,” he murmurs.

  “So do you,” I mewl, pressing my body up into his.

  We’re both naked, hot from the long shower we just took together. Now we’re on the bed, Reign’s body half covering mine, our legs tangled together, his fingers in my pussy, his other hand sliding over my belly, his lips at my neck. I can feel his cock pressing into my side, hot and needy, waiting for its attention.

  I slide my hand down, curling my fingers around it. “Do we have to play? Or can I have this now?”

  He chuckles and rolls his body over mine, holding himself up with his arms. “Baby, you can have it whenever you want it.”

  He edges my knees apart with his hips and slowly sinks inside me, filling me, stretching me. I close my eyes and moan softly. God he feels good, so damned good. His hands slide under my head and he brings my lips up to his as he begins to move, gently, sweetly, making my body spark to life.

  Reign doesn’t make love; he fucks slowly. And boy, does he do a good job of it.

  His cock slides out to the tip before he pushes it back in, tilting it on an angle, making sure it hits the
bundle of nerves inside me. Those nerves seem to be heightened this time, and my orgasm begins coiling tightly inside me, ready to spring free.

  “Reign,” I whimper, curling my fingers around his biceps. “You fuck so damned good.”

  He chuckles softly. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

  “I want to come, I need . . . oh, God.”

  He removes a hand from my head and slides it between us to find my clit. He gently massages it while keeping up his slow, steady thrusting. My back arches and he takes the opportunity to slip a nipple between his lips. He sucks, rubs and fucks until I’m hanging on the edge, ready to go over.

  “Come on, baby,” he groans. “Squeeze my dick in that way of yours.”

  I let go, spiraling over the edge as my orgasm washes through me. Reign keeps his thrusts up, milking every shudder from me before rasping out my name and finding his own release. When he comes down from his high, he rolls us both to the side and presses little kisses over my lips and cheeks.

  “Do you think you made the right choice?” I ask.

  His hand slides down my belly, warming the skin with his touch. “I don’t think I made the right choice, Tia,” he says huskily. “I know I did.”

  “Is it because of the baby?”

  He rolls to his belly and stares down at me. “It’s because of you. It’s because somehow you make me laugh, even when I’m angry. It’s because I can lie in your bed, eat pizza and talk shit with you, and it doesn’t matter. It’s because you fit me in a way no one has ever fit me before. This little one,” he says, rubbing my belly, “is just a bonus.”

  I laugh and curl to him. “A pooping, crying, spewing bonus.”

  He chuckles. “I’m all over it. Don’t you worry about that.”

  We’ll see if he still says that in nine months.

  EPILOGUE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  The music coming from Reign’s club washes through my ears as I make my way to the bar. I find a stool and slide down onto it, wondering why Reign called me here. He said he wanted to see me, and to meet him at the club. I order an orange juice and place a hand on my swelling belly as I stare around at the crowd of people.

  I catch sight of the biker boys sitting in the corner. Spike and Cade both nod at me, flashing those smiles before turning back to their conversations. The bartender slides a juice over to me, and I sip it as I wait. Reign said to wait at the bar, that he’d be here soon. Autumn said she would meet me here too, but she hasn’t showed either.

  I smile to myself, and I feel a relief I haven’t felt for a while. Things have been great between Reign and I. Selena left town, but she still tries to contact Reign – of course he doesn’t answer. We moved in together and had our first scan; finding out our little bundle of joy is healthy and happy. Things couldn’t be better; I couldn’t feel happier. I never thought my life would go this way, I never thought I could be the one he loved.

  I’m still deep in thought, sipping my juice, when a commotion breaks out to the left of me. I turn my attention towards the sound, and a huge smile spreads across my face. I see Reign and Autumn walking in, but the scene they’re playing makes my heart swell with love. I laugh softly as I watch them, causing the entire club to turn and stare.

  I know they’re doing it for me; I just don’t know why.

  “Don’t be such an asshole,” Autumn screams. “I always told you what would happen if you fell for me! Did you really think your gigantic cock, your money and your flashy car would keep me from stroking my needs elsewhere?”

  I laugh as she uses the same words I said to Reign the first night we met.

  “It’s not your fault,” she continues. “You did everything right. But I didn’t really want all those roses, necklaces and chocolates. I mean, come on, it’s like you were trying to cheapen me up.”

  Reign stares at her, shock on his face. “I gave you everything; every-fucking-thing.”

  “Well,” Autumn says, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “it wasn’t enough.”

  The bikers and girls are all laughing, their heads thrown back. I realize they were all in on this. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I realize this is my part. I stand up with shaky legs as Autumn walks away from Reign, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I stop in front of him, looking up into his laughing eyes.

  “I couldn’t help but overhear what she said,” I say, my voice sexy and low. “You don’t deserve a woman like that.”

  He grins. “Tell me then, what kind of woman do I deserve?”

  “Well,” I say, stepping towards him, “you deserve a woman that loves hamsters, for a start. Anyone who doesn’t, you should definitely be suspicious of.”

  He chuckles, stepping closer. “What else?”

  “You deserve a woman that names her private parts fondly, and it’s got to be a good name, none of this sexy Pussy or Clamshell.”

  He laughs throatily. “And what else?”

  “She should be funny, and of course, drop-dead gorgeous. She should also be able to throw a decent punch and have a good stash of curse words to use when needed.”

  His hand goes up and slides along my cheek. “Anything else, sweetheart?”

  “She should really like sex,” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “And she should definitely be pregnant.”

  He grins and slowly, right in front of my eyes, lowers to one knee. “I think you’re all of those things and more, little wingman.”

  I smile through the tears stinging my eyes at the use of my nickname.

  “I think I might be too,” I rasp.

  “And I think if I don’t snap you up right now, someone else is going to.”

  “You’re probably right.”

  His eyes grow serious, and for the first time I can see the love and admiration in them. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring. The entire bar falls silent. “If you promise to marry me and put up with my bullshit forever, I’ll promise to love your hamsters, always respect Mrs. Mufflepuff and always, always be your best friend.”

  Tears leak down my cheeks.

  “If I promise to marry you, I’ll promise to always be the reason you laugh and I promise to try and never be the reason you cry. I promise that I’ll always include you in my evil ploys and that I’ll always, always be your wingman.”

  He laughs and opens the box, showing me a gorgeous ring. “Well, what do you say? Will you marry me, little wingman?”

  “Oh, hell yes!”

  The entire bar bursts to life, clapping and cheering as Reigns slips the ring on my finger. Then he stands and scoops me into his arms and swings me around in a circle. I have everything I could ever want: a sexy, yet broody man, a best friend who is free and happy, protection given from a bunch of unruly, gorgeous bikers and their old ladies, who I’ve become very fond of, and of course, there’s the happily ever after at the end of all that.

  And who knew that the wingman, or lady, in my case, could actually get the guy?

  Now that shit is how stories should truly end.

  THE END.

  Curious to see what happened between Autumn and Wrath during their time away? Well, you’ll be happy to know that when I launch my new website, I’ll be posting a 5000-word free novella to give you an inside snippet into their time together. Make sure you jump on and like my Facebook page, so you don’t miss it! You’ll find me under Author Bella Jewel.

  Wanting to know what comes next from me?

  I know you’re all curious to find out if I’m doing more MC SINNERS books, and as soon as I have news to share on that, you’ll know. In the mean time, I have another MC novel underway, releasing 9th September 2014. You can read the synopsis and title here.

  Precarious

  Joker’s Wrath MC

  In darkness, we find danger. In danger, I find Beau.

  Ashlyn is young, carefree and great at her job. She's a prison psychologist, and a damned good one at that. She's worked hard to get where she is, and she's as passionate as she is dedicated.


  Until the day he is brought into the prison.

  She'll never forget meeting Beau 'Krypt' Dawson for the first time. She'll never forget his haunted eyes and his numb expression. He's a member of the Joker’s Wrath MC and it is said he killed an innocent family in the middle of a cafe, in cold blood.

  Deranged. Crazy. Psychotic.

  All those words describe the infamous Krypt, but that's not what Ashlyn sees. There is a shadow behind the depths, a pain that holds all the answers. Needless to say, she jumps at the chance to work with him.

  Krypt gives her nothing. He doesn't speak, he doesn't flinch, he shows no emotion—but nothing will stop Ashlyn from spending each of her days with him, trying to find out why a man so beautiful would destroy his life by taking another.

  His brothers will give her nothing, and the club is tight-lipped and offers no help. It's all up to her.

  Then she makes a mistake that will cost her everything. Her job. Her family. Her life. Krypt escapes because of that mistake . . . and he takes her with him. Held hostage in the mountains with a man who is on the edge of insanity, Ashlyn fears there is no hope for her.

  Until Krypt finally speaks . . . and the words he provides will change her world forever.

  An epic, dangerous love will be built on the foundation of darkness.