The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  And I won’t lie, if it weren’t for the fact that the ring tone interrupting the best nights’ sleep I’ve had in forever is my mom’s, I’d throw the piece of shit in the fucking toilet if it meant not having to move. But sadly, as much as I loathed the thought of untangling Sophie’s body from mine, it is the lesser of two evils. Especially when I know my Mom would only be banging on my front door within the hour if I don’t answer her.

  “Hey, Ma,” I grunt once I’ve cleared my bedroom and made it into the hall.

  “Good it’s almost lunchtime, son,” she returns far too happily for my liking.

  Granted, it’s not mom’s fault for disturbing the best morning of my life. She doesn’t have the first fucking idea what’s gone down over the last twelve hours, but that still doesn’t mean I have to like it the fact she’s intruding on my Sophie time.

  “What’s up?” I ask while sliding my legs into a pair of jeans that I helpfully left hanging over the arm of my couch.

  Flicking the coffee pot on after loading that bitch up, I listen as Mom laughs to herself which serves as a reminder that my earlier idea of dumping my cell in the toilet was indeed a good one.

  “Since Sophie didn’t arrive at work this morning, Mabel one of her regulars got to talking about all the reasons why her sweet girl would be a no-show, which in turn led to me worrying about if she was okay, at which point your father was forced to confess he overheard a conversation you had last night with a very confused and irate strip club owner. Once I found all that out, I figured that warranted a call to my son to see if he had anything he wanted to tell me,” she says without taking a single breath. “Oh, and before I forget, the icing on the cake of my very informative morning was a visit from Doc, confirming that Clarissa is a lying, two-bit, good for nothing whore who was trying to trap you by concocting a fake pregnancy in order to gain what only God and the reject Barbie herself knows.”

  My body turns rigid as ice-cold rage infuses my veins. Hatred and contempt the likes I’ve never felt before invades every molecule of my being as I consider new and inventive ways to make Clarissa pay dearly for what she almost cost me. Visions of pain and torment flood my mind before I remember one very fucking important fact; I got the girl, and now there’s nothing standing in the way of me making her mine permanently.

  “Ma, gotta go. But before I do, get Sheila started on Sophie’s property patch. Today.” I rush out, referring to one of the lifer’s old ladies who makes all our women’s patches. I don’t bother waiting to hear her response because I can already imagine the tears and screams of joy that will no doubt only delay my immediate need to see my woman.

  Throwing my cell on the couch on my way past, my jeans are gone and I’m curling myself around Sophie before the sheets I lifted have a chance to settle. “Babe,” I whisper in her ear, hoping to wake her gently.

  My hand slides slowly over her hip, traveling over the smooth expanse of her toned belly before coming to rest between her legs. I know my girl has gotta be sore after taking me hard the last two times I made love to her last night, but this news is worth celebrating, and I can’t think of a better way to do that than getting a taste of what my cock has already sampled thoroughly.

  Gently rolling Sophie to her back, she moans something incoherent before settling back into sleep. Perfect, I muse, spreading her alabaster thighs wide enough to make room for my shoulders.

  My mouth descends on Sophie’s pretty, pink cunt, lapping at the juices already slicking her lower lips. Sucking her hardened clit into my mouth, I slip two thick fingers inside her dripping wet heat. Sophie’s pussy clenches as I bury my fingers to the last knuckle, and I know the precise moment she comes fully awake. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts and her lips part on a silent mewl as I bite down lightly on her clit.

  “Dex,” she whines, like the demanding little thing she is.

  “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I command between long licks of her creamy flesh.

  “You. Oh my God,” she pants, quickly reaching the point of no return. “I just want you.”

  Rising up to my knees, I fist my cock and slam home, not wanting to miss out on a single sensation of Sophie’s warm, pliant body when she cums for the first time this morning. Because mark my words, this is just one of many orgasms I intend to blow her mind with once I’ve delivered the good news.

  “Yes,” she screams, her frame stringing tight as I pound into her relentlessly.

  Our lips meet. Teeth clashing. Tongues dueling. Our bodies slamming together, slick with sweat. “You’re gonna marry me, Sophie Bell,” I tell, not ask her. “You’re gonna wear my patch and my ring. You’re gonna give me babies, and we’re gonna make a home together with them and Lila. I don’t give a fuck what order we do it in, but starting today, I want you moving yours and Lila’s shit in here and I want you on the back of my bike when we roll up to the club. I’ve been waiting forever for you, so if this seems fast to you, then stiff shit. It’s time we make up for lost time, and the time to do that is now.”

  Peering down into her beautiful, wide green eyes, I watch as a vast array of emotions contort her gorgeous face. Apprehension. Nervousness. Disbelief. But it’s the last expression that settles and takes root that has my heart screaming for joy; elation. My girl’s elated at the knowledge I’m all in and not fucking around.

  Her eyes sparkle and her mouth tips up at the corners while her arms wind around my neck. “I’m not even going to ask what bought this declaration on, I’m just going to pray it isn’t some weird post, pre, or during sex thing,” she smirks, knowing full well she’s pushing my buttons.

  Rotating my hips, ensuring I hit her clit just right on every pass, I growl, “No weird sex shit going on here, babe. This is simply me making damn sure you know what’s happening before I drag your sweet ass down the aisle, slap my patch on your back and fill you with my kids.”

  Sophie outright giggles at me, but her hilarity at my words die a quick death at the next sharp snap forward of my hips.

  “Oh, God,” she moans.

  “Say you’re with me on this,” I demand, fucking into her harder and faster, hoping like fuck she doesn’t make me wait too long for her answer because there’s no way I can stave off my orgasm much longer.

  Her hand caresses my face, moving across my brow before coming to rest on my cheek. “I’ve always been with you,” she whispers. “I was just waiting for you to catch up, Dex.”

  Yeah, that’s my girl. My reward.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Pyro

  “Wake up you lazy bastard,” Talon, my former best friend if he doesn’t shut the fuck up bellows from the doorway. “Anyone would think you weren’t even interested in the fact you’re getting hitched in a few hours the way you’re sawing logs in here.”

  Death. Swift immediate death is what he’s got coming to him.

  The sick fuck grinning evilly at me from a safe distance because he knows he’s got an ass-kicking coming to him took great and excruciatingly sick pleasure in getting me wasted beyond belief last night, all under the ruse of it being my last night of bachelorhood. Not that I’ve even been a bachelor since the day I laid it out for Sophie and told her how I intend for our lives to play out, but that widely known fact did nothing to deter my best friend from his goal, though.

  A dozen or so beers and half a bottle of bourbon later, and I’m pretty sure I spent a solid hour waxing poetic about my bride to be whilst the assholes I call my brothers videoed that shit and laughed their asses off.

  Whatever.

  Aside from Ghost and Sly, it’s not like they aren’t all in the same boat I am with their women, so they can eat a dick as far as I’m concerned.

  At this point, the only redeeming quality Talon has, besides checking to make sure I didn’t die from alcohol poisoning during the night, is waking me up in time to shower and sober the hell up before my girl meets me at the end of the aisle. For that alone, I’ll let him live to see ano
ther day. Tomorrow’s a whole different ball game, though.

  It seems like yesterday, but what was in all reality weeks ago, I ensured my woman was thoroughly loved and sated, laying splayed across my chest before I shared Mom’s phone call. It took all of two point five seconds post-hearing about Clarissa’s betrayal for Sophie to become outraged on my behalf, and another half an hour of fucking the anger out of her system for her to accept that shit was over and we could now move the fuck on.

  Less than a week later, Sophie and Lila were entirely moved into my place and took great pleasure in leaving their mark on every available surface. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to carefully avoid a colorful minefield, otherwise known as Lila’s LEGO collection in order to make it to the bathroom in one piece. Not to mention, my woman’s capacity to fill every square centimeter of towel racks and shower rods with flimsy lace and silk that, more often than not, gets her fucked within an inch of her life every time I have to take a shower and see that shit.

  Where I thought Sophie and Lila’s mom, Carrie would lose her mind when her meal ticket - that being my woman - informed her she was moving out and taking her little sister with her, she didn’t. In fact, she surprised us all by packing up the very next day and hightailing it out of town. Three months of nothing but blissful silence on her end, and I hate to say it, but neither Sophie or I would be all that disappointed if we never heard from her again.

  As far as Lila’s concerned, as long as she gets to spend every possible waking second with her best friend, Layne, Talon and Violet’s son, and has Sophie and me to come home to at the end of the day that kid is as happy as she’s ever been. Carrie never did play much of a part in Lila’s life, shy of giving birth to her anyway, so to Lila, it was as it has always been. Her big sister making sure she is loved and cared for, and me, well I’m simply the icing on her big ass sprinkle covered cake.

  It hasn’t hurt that Kidd and Anya have been riding down every second weekend either. Lila loves the big bastard and his sweet as hell wife, not to mention the presents she gets when they come to visit. It’s taken Sophie longer to warm up to them, but I see the hope reflected in her eyes; hope that Kidd will stick around unlike her piece of shit mother. It’ll take time, but I know with every part of me Kidd will prove he’s here to stay and my woman will blossom under his adoration.

  Never being known for my patience - hence my road name due to my ability to burn hot and fast without remorse - I gave my woman three months to plan and execute a wedding or I was hauling her ass off to Vegas to make it official. Needless to say, Sophie got on board with the plan, but not until she did a whole lot of bitching about my Neanderthal ways, which only led to me proving just how right she was. But don’t worry, I made damn sure we both enjoyed the hell out of me reinforcing my point, though.

  When it came to Mom and Dad, they took the news of our engagement and subsequent pre-martial cohabitation in their stride, as did my sister, Harleigh. Not that I expected any different. In their minds, Sophie and Lila were already a part of our family, so this was merely the next logical step in their minds.

  “Hey, dickhead,” Talon barks, snapping me out of my alcohol induced fog. “Are you gonna lay around all day, or do you plan on getting up and joining the land of the living any time soon? ‘Cause just in case I’ve gotta remind you, you’ve got a shit load of people showing up soon to watch you tie the knot and drink their weight in beer.”

  “Shut up and get out,” I groan, rolling out of bed, the regret of last night hitting me instantly.

  “See you out there, loser,” Talon laughs at my misery. “And don’t forget to put fucking pants on. Sophie might appreciate your pale ass, but I sure as shit don’t.”

  “Get fucked,” I shout, asking myself for the millionth time why the hell I keep him around.

  ***

  Five hours later, post minor coronary at the sight of Sophie in a long white gown that clung to her tits and hips, giving me a glimpse of perfection while keeping everything that’s mine covered from sight, I’m finally holding my wife. Her arms are loosely wrapped around my neck while mine rest just above the swell of her ass.

  With the sounds of our family communing in the background, I take a much needed moment to appreciate all the bounties that life has given me. A beautiful, smart, irresistible wife. A little girl who owns almost as much of my heart as her sister. Brothers who ride, live, and would die for me. And a family that has my back like it’s the sole purpose they were put on this Earth.

  Fuck yeah, I’m blessed.

  Sophie’s warm breath hits my neck as she whispers into the side of my throat. “I forgot to give you your wedding present earlier. It totally slipped my mind after spending an hour explaining to Lila why she and Layne can’t get married today, too.”

  “Say what now?” I snap, having no idea the six-year-old little boy I’d liked up until now had a death wish.

  “Relax,” Sophie coos. “She eventually agreed that she’d wait until Layne is as tall as you before they get married,” she ends on a laugh.

  Good luck with that. Even if I have to chop him off at the knees, I’ll be making damn sure nothing with a dick comes within five-feet of my princess, best friend or not.

  “Anyway, that wasn’t the point,” my wife goes on to say. “What I was trying to tell you, albeit not very successfully is that in about seven months, you’re going to have to tone down your over-protective tendencies with Lila and share them around.”

  And yet again, the goodness just keeps getting better and fucking better.

  EPILOGUE

  Lila

  “Dad, please tell me you’re joking?” I beg, already knowing full well what his answer will be.

  “Nope, not even a little bit,” he grins, continuing to clean his gun collection, which is currently taking up the entire width and breadth of our kitchen table.

  “But you know, Layne. We’ve been friends since we were in diapers and it’s only for a few hours,” I try reasoning with the most unreasonable man on the planet.

  “And like I told you the first, second and tenth time you asked, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls checking the magazine of his 9mm Desert Eagle.

  It’s then my parent's second-oldest daughter and queen of bad timing skips into the kitchen practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, excitement radiating off her like sun off a windshield. “What’s up daddy-o? Why’re you cleaning your guns again? Is it because Layne the pain is coming over?” She very succinctly for a nine-year-old surmises.

  Kissing the top of her head, he mutters, “Yep. And I’m pretty sure he’s coming over to beg for permission to take your sister out since all her efforts have been shot down. Heavy artillery is not only warranted, baby girl, it’s a necessity.”

  Sienna screws up her face at the mention of dating. “I never want a boyfriend. Boys smell and think they can tell you what to do all the time.”

  “Truth,” dad high fives her before she skips off to no doubt find some kind of trouble to get into.

  Honestly, if it weren’t for Sienna’s closet fascination for all things pink, a fact she keeps hidden from her male best friend, I’d think she was actually a boy. From the time she was old enough to talk, Sienna told everyone who would listen that she was going to ride a Harley when she grew up and join the MC. No one had the heart to break it to her that it was a men’s only club but she soon found out, and ever since has railed against the injustice in new and increasingly mischievous ways.

  But while Sienna is a handful, to the point my Mom - who is actually my sister but she’s been more of a mom to me than the one who gave birth to me - claims she will go prematurely gray, my little brothers are far worse.

  At seven and six, Baxter and Davis Scott are hell on wheels. So much so, I pity the town of Furnace when they’re old enough to take their brand of trouble on the road. For now, my parents keep them contained. Well, as much as you can contain two rambunctious hellions, hell-ben
t on destroying anything they come into contact with that is.

  For interest’s sake, my parents didn’t adopt the mindset that my brother’s shouldn’t be seen or heard without good reason. I believe it was after one shed fire, a few visits from the police due to what neighbors reported as menacing behavior, and a joyride on one of Uncle Sly’s ATV’s that ended in the ATV needing to be towed out of a creek and a trip to the hospital for Baxter’s broken arm later, that they deemed them unfit for society.

  Speak of one of the devils. “Daaaaad,” Baxter yells from God knows where. “Layne’s here and he’s got flowers.”

  “He does, does he?” Dad mutters under his breath, before replying, “Send the boy in here, Son.”

  With Mom at work and Sienna being no help at all, I’m screwed. No matter how many times I’ve asked, begged, pleaded to be able to go to the junior prom with Layne, Dad has denied my every request. I even went as far as promising to do yard work for a month if he let me go, but it was still a hard no.

  I don’t get it, I really don’t.

  Layne is sweet, kind, he opens doors for me, helps me with my calculus homework, and walks me to and from school every day. For all intents and purposes, he’s perfect. But no matter how amazing Layne is, or how hard he’s worked to prove to my dad he would do literally anything to keep me safe, my dad still won’t give him or me a break.

  “Hey, Lila,” Layne smiles at me, handing me a gorgeous bunch of peonies. “Afternoon, Mr Scott.” See, sweet and respectful. Just the type of guy any father should want for his daughter’s first date.

  Smiling at him in return, I tilt my head at dad’s mini armory and shake my head sadly. Dad stares at Layne intently, his gaze roaming from him to me then back again. “Boy,” he nods curtly. “Figure you’re here to double-team me since my daughter's efforts have been wasted up until this point. What took you so long?”