Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  Passion consumes me. I grind against him. My summer sundress sliding up over my thighs and my silk panties dampen against the hardness of him in his jeans.

  Rhett rubs his hands up and down my thighs encouraging me to keep moving. Our tongues tangle as I run my hands through his hair. His hands slide up my thighs, grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks. My body is on fire.

  The friction continues to build. I rock with need, desire, and love.

  Reaching down, I find the hem of his t-shirt. Rhett and I have made-out many times before and I want to be skin-to-skin against him. Breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt, I kiss his neck. He begins to move the straps of my dress down off my shoulders as I lick, nip, and suck on the sweet spot of his neck behind his ear.

  He lets out a groan as he finds I’m not wearing a bra and my c-cup boobs are exposed for him. I continue grinding against him as he twists his neck away from me so he can put his mouth on my nipple. Rhett cups my right breast, tweaking my nipple, while he sucks on my left and I feel the heat shoot right to my core.

  The confines of the car are forcing us to maintain this position, but I need more. I’m ready to explode.

  Alternating between sides, he continues to feast on my boobs as his hands cup my ass and his fingertips tease my opening with every slide I make.

  He blows against my sensitive skin of my nipple and I cry out. “Rhett, I need you.”

  Slowly, I feel his finger slide my panties over before he moves inside me. My muscles tighten around the digit as my body comes alive.

  “Wet for me,” he says with a gravelly rasp to his voice.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “You want more?” He asks as he continues to slowly glide his finger in and out of me. When he adds the second finger to stretch me, I am lost. I’m almost ready to explode.

  “Rhett, I need more. Please,” I beg.

  His fingers slide out and I immediately stop moving in a whimper.

  Opening my eyes, I lock them to him. “Never gone this far, baby. Not gonna lie, I wanna have this with you, but I wanna know you’re ready, Jenni.”

  And just like that I fall more in love with the man under me. “I’m ready, Rhett.”

  “Thank fuck, because my balls are gonna bust.”

  I bite my bottom lip trying not to laugh. He shifts me back just enough for him to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Lifting us both up, he slides his pants and boxers down. I move enough for him to continue pushing them down. As soon as he settles back into his spot, he reaches over to the dash to grab his wallet and retrieve a condom.

  Feeling a little self-conscious, I reach down taking his dick in my hands. At first I’m not sure what to do. Sure, I have jacked him off, but this moment is so much more than exploring. Then as if instinct takes over, I find myself eagerly working him up as I think about the pleasure he’s given me time and again in this car. As I stroke him, I watch as his abs tighten making a clearly defined six pack. His groans encourage me to keep my pass.

  Slowly, I kiss and lick my way down his waist where I find myself scooting off his lap and settling onto the floorboard. Thank goodness I’m small. While the space is tight, it’s manageable. With his large erection in front of me, I begin to wonder how he will fit inside of me. Thinking we need lubrication, I start by licking his shaft and working my way up to the head. Using my hand, I gently massage his balls.

  “Thank fuck for muscle cars that have room,” he mutters as he holds my head gently in both hands and I continue to suck his dick.

  Concentrating on my teeth, I go up and down gently sucking trying to take more of him with every breath. As he grips the door handle and squirms under me I know I’m getting him as worked up as he gets me.

  “Baby, you want more than what you’ve already had from me, you better stop and let me get inside you.”

  Releasing him with a pop, it’s a split second before I find him rolling the condom down himself and scooping me up.

  “Take off your panties, baby,” he commands and I obey.

  As he lines our bodies up, I lock my eyes to his.

  Inch by inch he fills me. Tears threaten to fall as I feel so full. It’s not painful but it’s uncomfortable as my body adjusts to him.

  “I love you, Jennissey Rose Rivera, and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

  Feeling the need to move, I slowly work up and then back down. “There is no one who has accepted me for who I am the way you have. There is no one I will ever love more than I love you, Rhett Rebel Oleander.”

  We begin to move in sync slowly. The confines keeping us close as my body heats. My inner muscles takeover and begin to milk and grip him. I’m close to exploding. Rhett reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit.

  Time stops.

  I can’t breathe.

  My vision blurs as my body trembles and I can’t stop the way I cry out.

  He feels deeper and thicker as his pace becomes wild. What feels like aftershocks roll through my body in waves as he keeps working himself in and out of me before he stills and releases a soft groan.

  We both work to recover as I feel him pulse inside of me.

  “That was incredible,” he whispers as he takes a few deep breaths.

  “Wow,” is all I manage to say as he reaches over and grabs the door handle.

  “Gonna have to climb out, baby. Gotta clean up.”

  I nod and after he gets the door open, I slide off of him immediately feeling empty. Looking between us the hints of pink on the condom show him the gift we just shared. I fix my dress straps and lean over to get my panties off the floorboard. Rhett climbs out of the car and moves to the trunk.

  Before I have time to get my panties on, he’s looking at me. “Let me clean you.”

  I give him a nod as he opens the trunk, tosses the condom, cleans himself, rights his boxers and jeans. Then he comes back to me with a roll of paper towels.

  “This might be a little rough, sorry baby.”

  I can only let out a half laugh as I find myself a little embarrassed.

  He goes about wiping me before he helps me get my panties back on. As he stands he presses his lips softly to mine and for this moment everything is right in my world.

  For that reason alone, I don’t tell him about my plans. At least not tonight.

  3

  Crunch

  Two Weeks Later

  “Are you fucking shitting me?” I ask not hiding my anger.

  “Calm down,” Jennissey begs. “This is what’s best.”

  “You went and made all these decisions about the future and not one of them includes me!”

  Her face pales and I see my words are a direct hit. “Rhett, I have to do this. I can’t afford to go to college and nothing is here for me in Haywood’s Landing.” Her words cut me to the very core.

  I pace the space of my room in front of her. “Nothing’s here for you! What about me?”

  “This isn’t about you, Rhett. Look, it’s just eight weeks of basic training. While I’m in school I can talk on the phone, you can come see me. When I get my orders, we can start our life there.”

  I can’t think straight.

  “What if this isn’t the life I want, Jenni?”

  Tears build and quickly fall down her face. “This is what I need to do, Rhett, and you might not understand it, but I need you to do it with me. I love you, but I have no future here. The Navy is my future for me and for Jami.”

  She blows out a breath. I can’t wrap my head around this. She’s leaving me. Right after graduation. Jennissey will be gone.

  “Rhett, I need you to calm down and I need you to promise me you’ll take care of Jami.”

  I throw my hands up. “You just tell me you’re leaving me and you’re worried about your sister! What the fuck, Jenni! What. The. Fuck!”

  “Jamison needs support while I’m gone and you’re the only person I trust.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “Please,” she whispers.

  “Fine,” I mutte
r unable to deny this woman anything. “I’ll take care of Jami while you do what you need to.” That doesn’t mean I’m going to be here waiting on her when she gets back. I love her, but she’s the one walking away, not me.

  “When I get settled, I want you both to come be with me.”

  I shrug my shoulders not sure how to take any of this.

  I’ve never had someone leave me before and the pain I have right now I’m not sure I can find a cure for.

  Six Weeks Later

  The trailer is busted up. This is not good.

  I managed to graduate four weeks ago … barely. It doesn’t matter though, I got the damn piece of paper. While I should be riding this high that things are falling into place, I can’t.

  I can’t because a piece of me is in the Great Lakes at Basic Training for the United States Navy. I can’t relax because all I can think about is her. I can’t sleep because all I can do is wonder what comes next. I can’t do a damn thing because too much of me is tied to too much of her.

  Surprisingly, the Hellions gave me my cut on graduation day too. I’m officially prospecting for the club. It’s good since I’m nursing the pain of losing Jenni and all the bullshit jobs are a nice distraction.

  She really left me.

  The woman I love joined the Navy and thought this was a good idea for our relationship. She’s called from boot camp and the fool I am answers every fucking call. I feel like some desperate housewife just waiting. It’s ridiculous.

  I need to cut her loose. We’re never going to work. Not after she made this decision without me. Red, of course in his mighty wisdom, says she’s young and is doing what she needs to for a future. He supports Jenni’s decision. My mom, my dad, fuck my whole family think it’s honorable for her to serve our country.

  I think it’s bullshit she left me and that’s all I care about—She. Left. Me.

  Being a prospect means shit jobs, but it also means resources. Since I gave Jenni my word I would keep an eye on Jamison, her sister, I have people who check in with me on her movements. Jennissey whose parents pronounce her name Hennessey and Jamison were named after their father’s favorite alcohol. Her mom thought it would be cute to have them as Jenni and Jami even if her father refuses to call her Jenni. I used to ask questions about her family, but after she kept avoiding the conversations or bringing me home, I dropped the subject. Maybe I should have pushed harder. It’s too late now. The only thing I can do for the woman I love is watch over her little sister.

  Which is why I’m at this trailer that has seen better days. Every single window is busted out and half the metal on the outside is gone exposing the insulation. There are a couple of cars out front so I know there are people here with her. Walking in, I find her on a couch with a far-away look in her eyes.

  “Jamison, let’s go,” I order as everyone here seems to ignore me, all of them blitzed out of their minds.

  “Oh Rhett, you came to join the party,” she smiles and I can see she’s high. Anger builds inside me along with a helpless feeling I don’t like. The needle on the floor let’s me know she’s been shooting up.

  “Party’s over,” I tell her as I move closer.

  She shifts and I watch in horror as she picks up a spoon from the floor. Stupidly, I stand in place as she drops some white rocks to the spoon before lighting a lighter under the metal and heating the substance.

  “What are you doing?” I roar as the guy closer to her takes a needle and draws back the syringe to fill the liquid from the spoon into the needle. This can’t be happening. I stand in place simply stunned at the scene in front of me. The guy moves closer.

  “No!” I yell as I lunge towards her.

  The guy grabs the spoon as she takes the needle. “Rhett, I need this. Without Jennissey, I’m lost. I need it. Don’t you understand this is medicine and it takes away the pain.”

  Just as she extends her arm to find a vein, I grab the needle and jab it in my own arm not thinking. I have to protect her at all costs. I can’t let her do this. I have to keep Jami safe for Jenni. It’s all for the love of Jennissey.

  A needle to my vein.

  It should have been a bullet to my brain.

  The End …Until the next ride!

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  Preface

  Once upon a time, a man loved a woman. He treated her as his queen, and she gave her king a princess. Hair as dark as night. Lips as red as blood. They named her Sybil White. Their princess was the apple of their eye but like in all fairytales there was a villain who was jealous of their love—she sought to destroy their happily ever after and all they held dear. One by one she watched them fall until all that was left was unsuspecting Sybil.

  “Mirror, mirror watch them fall.

  Mirror, mirror burn them all.

  Mirror, mirror kill Sybil White.

  Kill them. Kill them all.”

  1

  Diego

  Rolling up to the clubhouse disappointment fills me. Wrath’s back. My bastard of a stepfather and my Prez. His black and red chopper is parked in his usual spot. I was hoping the asshole was still on his run. Once a month he travels to various businesses to collect protection fees. The owners hand over a percentage of their earnings to the Original Seven MC. The motorcycle club I’m a prospect for. The club my father used to be the president of until Wrath killed him and took the club and my mother as his own.

  One day I will end him and deliver his head to my mother.

  Parking my bike, I light up a cigarette and debate going inside. I really don’t want to see his ugly mug, but it isn’t like I have much of a choice. As I walk through the door Freak gives me a chin lift. I start for the bar when I hear, “Prospect,” boom from across the room.

  That didn’t take long. I cross the room in five strides. With my cigarette hanging from my bottom lip, I run a hand through my dark hair and mutter, “What?”

  Fucking Wrath is sunk down in the worn leather cushions of a couch in the back of the bar getting his nuts sucked by one of the Frisco twins and he’s knuckle deep fisting the other bitch’s pussy. The sight is nothing new, but it repulses me that when he’s through, he’ll go home to my mother where she’ll have dinner on the table and not a hair out of place. Pretending to be the perfect old lady while praying for his death or her own.

  It isn’t for lack of trying on her part. She’s attempted to take her life so many times now that I would only be surprised if she succeeded.

  “Got a job for you. Do this right and I’ll personally patch you in.”


  “What’s the catch?” With him there is always a big but tacked on at the end. I take a hard drag of my Winston light and flick my ashes on twin one’s backside. She doesn’t even notice. The whore is too busy slobbing on Wrath’s dick like it’s coated in gold. Both these stupid cunts think one day he’ll take them both as his old ladies. They come as a package deal. I find their relationship to be sick but the whole thing is none of my business.

  Twin two starts to moan as she rides his hand. He brings his slick fist up to his mouth and licks his fingers, and I refrain from making a disgusted face. Every brother in here just about has used the twins like cum buckets. I’d be afraid my fingers would fall off if I touched either of their snatches.

  Wrath’s eyes roll back in his head, and he shoots his load all over twin one’s tits. “Go on. Clean up.” He shoves them away and tucks his dick back in his jeans. “Got a file on my desk needs tending to. You do what is needed and that O Seven patch is yours.”

  Prick knows that all I have wanted since my old man died was to wear his patch.

  Flicking my cigarette to the ground I snuff it out with the toe of my worn boot. Giving him a nod, I go to his office. The office that once belonged to my father, Emanuel “Killshot” Diaz, son of Hector “Wildman” Diaz a founder of the Original Seven. My father was too good for this life, too trusting of snakes like Wrath.

  Plopping down in his chair, I pick up the folder. It’s a hit job and no more complicated than the normal one bullet and done. Mulling over the file there isn’t much to go on. Sybil also known as Sybi is a twenty-year-old college student who stands to inherit her father’s fashion empire on her twenty-first birthday. It’s my job to make sure that doesn’t happen. Her stepmother paid handsomely for my dear old stepfather to take her out, but he’s retiring from the killing business, and I am next in line to earn my cut.