Tyres' Wraith

by E. C. Land

  Even after only just spending one day with my son, I knew Rissa made sure I was a part of his life, no matter if I knew about him or not. While I’d been at Rissa’s, Ike talked to Brake. To say I’m shocked at what my brother reported to me about my son would be an understatement. Every year on my and Brake’s birthday, Rissa took Ike out for pancakes and then went to the zoo to look at the animals. But mainly, she’d take him to see the gators. It’s why his favorite animal is a gator. It shouldn’t surprise me Rissa would do something like this.

  It still hurts that she left, but I know she thinks she was protecting me.

  My phone rings from the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts. Looking at the time, I groan. It’s too early for anyone to be calling me. Lifting the phone, I glance at the screen and find it’s Rissa.

  Fuck me. I forgot she was a fuckin’ early riser. Never sleeping past six in the morning. What is she doing calling this early?

  Sliding my finger across the screen, I sit up and bring the phone to my ear. “Yeah.”

  “Ike.” Rissa calling me by that name makes me want to cringe and snap at her to not call me that, but she doesn’t know me as Tyres. She wasn’t here when I got my road name or when I took my rank as VP of the Inferno’s Clutch MC.

  Shit, I can’t keep doing this. If I want to do like I told her last night, then I need to stop thinking about the bullshit she missed in my life. It’s not fair to either of us.

  And last night, the moment I sunk my cock into her pussy and pounded into her with relentless force, Rissa became mine again. Then when she stripped her dress from her body and turned, showing me the tattoo sitting right between her shoulder blades. The one that has my name and the club’s branding, it just proves to me she’s always been mine.

  Not to mention knowing she’s not been with anyone else. Not by choice, that is. Her pussy was as tight as it had been when we were in high school, and I took her virginity.

  Clearing my throat, I run a hand over my face and let out a deep breath while looking down at my hard cock. “Yeah, Ris, it’s me. You okay?”

  “Um, I . . . just needed to know what time you wanted me to come get Ike. Or . . . if you . . . wanted more time with him,” she stammers.

  What the fuck?

  “Bluebell, I told you already. You were coming over here today and we’re gonna talk. Now since you’re awake so fuckin’ early, get the fuck over here. And since both Wren and Ike are both still asleep, I’ll take my breakfast first.” I chuckle, thinking about how good her pussy is.

  Rissa doesn’t say anything in response, but I know she hasn’t hung up.

  “Rissa, get off the phone, get in your car, and get over here,” I order, snapping her out of it.

  “I can’t . . . We can’t . . . I’m sorry but . . .”

  “Hold up right there, woman. Don’t even think about finishing that bullshit sentence. It’s too fuckin’ early in the morning. Hell, you’re lucky I’m even awake right now. So don’t be pissing me the fuck off first thing and make me tie you to my bed and leave you there for the remainder of the day.” Damn, that’s a good idea. Have her tied to my bed while teasing her throughout the day but not letting her come until I’m ready to do so.

  “But, Ike,” she protests.

  “No, Ris, you have ten minutes to get here, or I find you, bring you here and tie you to my bed where you don’t get let up unless it’s to go to the bathroom,” I declare and hang up. Tossing the phone onto my bed, I throw the covers back and look through the windows at the barely visible sun.

  I’ve never really been a morning person. I hate waking up early unless I absolutely have to. There’s only one time in my life I didn’t mind it.

  And that time had been with Rissa.

  Tonight’s the night. I’m taking Rissa out in the old GMC. I have the whole thing planned and I know Rissa wants this as much as I do.

  We’ve been together for a year now, and we’re finishing up our junior year in high school. If it wasn’t for Rissa, I would have flunked this year. I hate school, but she makes it tolerable. The majority of the guys in our class envy me when it comes to her because she’s the best. Sweet, smart, shy, loyal, and completely compassionate no matter what.

  Rissa told me she’d come to the garage. I work at the club when I’m not at school or out with her. I’m making a few tweaks to my bike after hearing it making a noise it shouldn’t be.

  The two of us are spending the weekend camping. Everything’s already packed and ready to go.

  I know the moment she walks into the garage because all the members of the club call out their greetings to her. Everyone loves her. Rissa just has that personality about her.

  Standing to my full height, I turn in her direction and give her a grin as she gets close. “Hey, Bluebell.” When she’s close enough, I tilt my head down and give her a kiss.

  Kissing me, she smiles as I lift my head. “Hey,” she whispers.

  “You ready to go?” I ask, not seeing her holding a bag for the weekend.

  “Yep, I’m ready. I’ve already put my bag in the truck with everything else,” she says excitedly.

  Nodding, I lean in and give her another kiss. “Let me clean up real quick and we’ll head out.”

  Leaving her in the garage bay, I walk into the breakroom to the sink and clean up. When I’m done, I walk back out to find her joking with a few of the guys. Ryder’s got an arm slung over her shoulder. He loves her like she’s family and doesn’t hide it.

  Walking over to them, I snag my girl in my arms. “We’re out of here,” I declare.

  “Have fun,” Ryder calls out while a few of the others make jokes. I lift my arm not holding Rissa to me and throw my middle finger up, causing them to laugh.

  Hours later, we’re at the campsite and set up. We cooked some hot dogs over a fire. The two of us laughing and joking the entire time.

  When it’s time, I take her into the tent and show her in every way possible what she means to me. Being inside her is heaven, and I take her gentle-like not wanting to hurt her. Only when she spurs me on for more, too, I give it to her.

  Throughout the night, I took her over and over again. Only to finally fall asleep with my cock still buried in her depths.

  Morning comes far too soon, but it comes with Rissa sitting on my cock and smiling brightly at me as she leans into me and tells me good morning.

  Shaking my head, I clear my head of the memories of our first time. Rissa’s going to be mine again, and I’ll be damned if anyone’s going to stand in my way this time.

  I’ll burn the fuckin’ ground down around those who try. My wrath will be something they will fear. I lost Rissa for ten years and staring at the rising sun peeking through the trees, I know without a doubt she’ll be mine again.

  Rissa was meant to be mine from the beginning.

  Chapter Ten

  Rissa

  “Come on, Rissa, you can do this,” I whisper to myself, getting out of the car. I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. My mind was racing with thoughts of Ike.

  I kept telling myself throughout the night that he’s going to change his mind about forgiving me for everything I’ve done to him.

  Sitting in front of his house off to the side of the clubhouse, I knew his was one of the first three I would come upon, but seeing he still has the old GMC and his bike sitting in front of his, next to a new truck and another bike, I become extremely nervous.

  The front door opens, and Ike fills the entryway to the house. Sighing, I finally get out of my car and quietly close the driver’s door. It’s still really early in the morning, meaning people are still asleep.

  I’m exhausted and feel like I haven’t slept in weeks as I stare up at Ike.

  He seems to be assessing me from where he’s standing in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans that hang low on his hips. Ike has his arms crossed over his chest while he leans into the frame, his legs crossed and one barefoot kicked out somewhat.

  How is it Ike
went from being the hottest guy in high school to looking like the Greek God of the Sun, Apollo?

  Slowly I walk up the stairs and stand in front of him.

  Ike looks closer at my face. “Jesus, you didn’t sleep last night, did you?” he asks. Even ten years later, he knows me better than I know myself.

  Ike doesn’t give me a chance to answer him. No, he jumps into action by grabbing both my wrists and pulling me flush against his front. His hands move from my wrists to slide down my cut-off shorts to cup my ass. He then lifts me clear off my feet, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him.

  “Ike,” I murmur.

  “Quiet, kids are sleeping still,” he utters his command.

  Stepping back into the house with me wrapped around him, Ike closes the door quietly and turns to take us further into the home he’s created for himself and his daughter.

  Ike carries me up a flight of stairs and down a hallway before turning left into a room.

  A handful of steps later, Ike leans forward, and I feel myself being laid down on cool sheets. Ike releases me, steps back, only to remove my flip-flops from my feet. My breath constricts within my chest when he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down.

  I’m completely unable to form words as he strips my clothes from my body, leaving me only in the tank top I wore with, what I’m thankful to have put on, my black lace panties that conform to my cheeks.

  Ike yanks the covers out from under me and places them over my body. My eyes stay glued to him while he takes a step back from the bed, hands going to his hips where he slides the jeans down his legs, leaving him with nothing on to cover his cock that’s pointing in my direction.

  Lifting the covers, Ike climbs into the bed, pushing me over in the process. “Now sleep, Bluebell,” he says gingerly.

  “I can’t,” I whisper.

  “Yes, you can. Clear your mind, Baby Doll. Take a nap, and I promise it’ll be worth it,” he whispers, pulling me into him. Ike positions me until I have my head laying on his chest. One of his hands playing with the strands of my hair, the other gliding along my spine.

  Closing my eyes, I allow myself to enjoy this one moment in time. Wishing I could do this every day. Ike is everything to me, and I hate myself because I’ll never be able to have him. Not fully, that is. He moved on. Found another woman to have a child with.

  I have no right to be upset, but it doesn’t stop me from wondering if he loved Wren’s mother as much as I love him.

  “I love you, Ike,” I murmur, falling asleep.

  Fingers running along my cheek, tickling me, pulling me from what I want to call the best sleep I think I’ve had in years.

  I felt warm and safe, snuggled up under the soft comforter.

  “Wake up, Bluebell.” Hmm, Ike’s voice fills my head.

  I’ve dreamed of him waking me so many times like this, I don’t believe it’s real.

  I snuggle further into the pillow I’m resting my head on.

  A chuckle resounds around me, and I finally open my eyes to find I wasn’t dreaming of Ike being there. He’s here.

  Then I remember, I didn’t sleep an ounce last night. Came over here where he brought me upstairs to his room and put me to bed in his bed.

  Oh man, I’m in trouble. The center between my legs takes notice of Ike and starts to ache for him again.

  Meeting his beautiful dark eyes, I drop mine down to his lips, the only lips I’ve ever kissed.

  “Baby Doll,” Ike groans, leans into me, and does just what I want more than anything right now.

  Ike’s lips press into mine. I part mine under the influence of his, and he takes it as what it is, the invitation for him to deepen the kiss further.

  It’s brief but magnificent all the same.

  When he pulls away, I whimper my protest.

  Meeting his gaze once again, I find him grinning at me. “I’ll be sure to take advantage of that mouth more later. Right now, it’s time for you to get up. It’s after lunchtime, and Ike’s asking about you.”

  At the mention of our son, I jolt upright.

  Oh my God.

  Ike must think I’m a horrible mother now for sleeping so long into the day.

  Scrambling out of bed, I look around the room for my shorts, spotting them right by Ike’s foot. I move to get them, but Ike grabs my waist before I can.

  “Ris, what’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, pulling me into his body.

  I shake my head, close my eyes, and lower my face so he can’t see the tears pricking my eyes.

  “Rissa,” he says my name gently.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep so long. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep to begin with. Not when I have to take care of Ike,” I murmur.

  “Bluebell, do you think I can’t take care of him?” he asks cautiously.

  “It’s not that. I’m his mom. I’m supposed to take care of him. Protect him. Keep him safe. Make sure he’s got breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It’s what I’m supposed to do. I’m his mom.” I know the last part I’m saying again, but it’s the truth.

  A mom’s supposed to do everything they can for their child, no matter what it takes. I nearly failed twice in doing so, and now I’m doing it again.

  The first time I could have lost him before I even knew about him. The second time was when I allowed myself to be raped by that woman while a man held a knife to my throat. I never wanted to be like my son’s grandparents, my parents or Ike’s mother.

  Ike’s mother was a top-notch bitch who didn’t deserve to be the woman to give life to him. And I never want to be like her when it comes to raising my own son.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tyres

  Clenching my teeth, it takes everything in my power to keep my anger from taking over at Rissa’s words. If her parents weren’t already dead or my own mother, who died at my own hands, I would kill them all over again.

  Rissa knows about what my mother did to me, and I knew hers were strict, but I’m guessing they were worse than we thought, considering they allowed a bunch of men to beat the shit out of her. I don’t need her to tell me what all happened. I saw the scars last night and heard what she said about being buried alive in her own grave.

  Fuck, just thinking about what she endured guts me.

  “Rissa, look at me,” I command softly, wanting her eyes on me.

  Slowly, Rissa lifts her head to do as I ask, and when she does, any anger I could be holding toward her vanishes at the anguish I see shadowing her eyes.

  Motherfucker.

  “You’re not a bad mother and you’ve done a damn good job where Ike’s concerned. He’s a good kid,” I murmur. I readjust us so that she’s sitting in my lap rather than standing next to the bed. I ignore the way my cock twitches as I straddle her over my legs.

  Ike is downstairs watching a movie on the TV while Wren naps in the pack ‘n play in the living room. If it weren’t for him worrying about if his mom was okay, I would’ve let her continue to sleep.

  Leaning my forehead into hers, I tighten my grip on her waist. “From now on, you need to know that you are not alone. I get and understand you did what you thought you had to, but you need to let me help now. You’re not your parents, and you aren’t my bitch of a mother. Don’t think you are either. Now before we go downstairs and you spend time with our son and meet Wren, I want you to know one thing.”

  “What’s that?” she whispers.

  “You’re mine,” I inform her. “You’ve always been mine and this time around, I’m not going to let you get away from me that easily. I swear anyone who tries to come between us this time around will feel my wrath like no other.”

  “Ike—”I lift a hand to cover her mouth before she can say more.

  “Another thing you need to stop doing is calling me Ike. I haven’t gone by that name in years. Everyone calls me Tyres,” I mutter.

  “Tyres?” she whispers.

  “Yeah.”

  “Why do people call you Tyres?”
she asks, causing me to grin.

  “Because, Bluebell, I burn rubber like no other and continuously have to keep getting new tires for my bike,” I chuckle. This use to be true, but I haven’t had to do that in a few years.

  “Oh,” she utters quietly once again.

  “Yeah,” I say just as softly as she spoke. Pulling away from her, I meet her gaze and grin. “Now, let’s get you downstairs and fed. Today we’re hanging here while spending time together. When Wren wakes up from her nap, I’ll introduce you to her.”

  “Don’t you think me meeting your daughter is too soon?” A look of concern crosses Rissa’s face.

  If it were any other woman besides Rissa, I would say yes. But Rissa is a different story. She’s the one woman who got under my skin and stayed there. Ris has been planted there since the first time I saw her. “Rissa, it’s not too early for you to meet my little girl.”

  “What about her mom?”

  Fuckin’ hell.

  Sighing, I tighten my grip at her waist and spin her until I’m in a push-up position over her. Our noses are touching, and I have Rissa’s full-on attention. “I’m going to say this once just so you know it, and then, I’m not going back to this discussion again. I get we might be moving faster than you would like, but I don’t care. We’ve lost enough time being away from each other. FYI, I’m not saying that part to throw it in your face you fucked up when you should have come to me. I get what you did. Yes, it might still piss me off, but that’s not the point of this shit. We’re moving on from the whole damn thing, and we’re doing it together.

  “Now, when it comes to Wren, she doesn’t have a mother because the bitch who had her didn’t tell me I knocked her up. Even if she did, I probably would have still demanded a DNA test to confirm she’s mine. I struggled when the police called to tell me I had a kid I needed to go pick up in Virginia.”