by Kayce Kyle
Riding Resistance
By
Kayce Kyle
Table of Contents
Legal
Synopsis
Disclaimer
Character and Book Info
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Dedication
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Where to find the Author
Legal
Text Copyright © 2016 Kayce Kyle
First E-Book Publication: 2016
Cover and art copyright © Shelly Morgan with Graphics by Shelly
Digital formatting by LPCN
Formatted by Liberty Parker
“This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Involves strong language and sexual situations. All characters are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental.”
Riding Resistance
Synopsis
As the only child to the club’s President, Jenalyn feels the pressure to carry on her father’s legacy, only that’s not what she wants. Leaving her family, the club and Justice behind, she goes to California in pursuit of a Fine Arts degree. But things happen in California and she’s forced to return, only now, she refuses to give in and fall back in to old patterns and ways–she’s nobody’s property.
Justice was devastated when Jenalyn left him behind and has become cold and bitter in the time she’s been gone, closing off his heart and any emotion. His one mission now? To be the cold, ruthless enforcer he was born to be. He doesn’t want or need an ‘Ol lady and he vows to never again let anyone get close enough to him to cause any pain.
But that fickle mistress, Fate, may have other ideas for them both.
Will two stubborn, strong-willed people stay true to their new paths? Or will they succumb to the attraction that has never left? Secrets will be revealed and no one’s lives will ever be the same.
Disclaimer and Notes to Readers
This book includes explicit sexual content, violence, explicit language, and possibly sensitive emotional situations. Therefore, I would like to take this time to warn you that if any of the above could ignite fear, offend you, or trigger a painful past memory for you, please send the book back immediately. Nobody should ever have to endure any abuse. Sexual, or otherwise.
If you, or anyone you know are in an abusive relationship, or have been abused, it’s not ever too late to reach out and ask for help.
A few numbers for outreach include 1-800-799-7233 / 1-800-787-3224 (TTY)
This book is rated for mature audiences eighteen and above.
Character and Book Information
This is the introductory book of Soul Shifterz MC. Most of the characters will be revealed in this first book, if not all. Having said that, this is a fictional story with fictional characters. It is all based on a vision-my vision. If there are certain names in this book you find familiar or have heard before, it is all purely coincidental. This is something I’m literally pouring my own heart and soul into. Stemming from my imagination alone. This is not a shape shifter, or paranormal book in any way. Strictly fictional MC.
This is my very first attempt at bringing a vision to life through storytelling. Aside from my brief dabble in fan fiction. Thank you “Ruby”. I am a self-publishing Author and all I ask is that you keep an open mind and follow me along this journey. Thank you kindly for riding out this inevitable adventure with me.
Also, there are slang words in this story. Not too many, but this is the way my characters chose to speak to me. It is not a grammatical, or editing error. If you see certain words such as “gonna” or “wanna”, those are very well meant to be written in that manner.
Prologue
Five years ago
“Do you trust me?” Justice asked Jenalyn after pulling over on his bike on the side of the lonely two-lane highway.
Curiously, she turned one side of her lips up. “With my life.” Leaning in smashing her full lips to his.
Air escaped his lungs as he moaned into her mouth in approval with their tongues now battling to stay in constant contact. She tasted so good. The same exotic vanilla, with a hint of spice. Cinnamon sometimes, and mint others. It varied daily and each day was like a party reserved only for him in her mouth. He couldn’t wait to see which one he’d be gifted daily. Today was a vanilla mint day.
Her palate was very fitting for her. Sweet, and spicy. She was the kindest hearted person he’d ever known, but she had a fiery side that he battled daily. She was stubborn and defiant. He’d loved her since they were children. They’d been together just over two years, now.
His mission as of late was to keep her from leaving Sundown, TX to attend an Art Institute in California.
Even though he had just finished taking her body for the third time that day in every way imaginable, he wanted her again. When he was with her, it still never seemed to be close enough. Lately, they fought more than anything, always followed by passionate making up.
He knew if he succumbed to her again, he might never finish what he’d set out to do. His mind was pulling him one way-his now hard cock was speaking a completely different language.
He was sure after what he showed her, she’d stay and they would celebrate again later. He was on a mission to stop her once and for all and change her mind on this California business. He wanted to show her she could have both. Art school here in Dallas, and him.
Very hesitantly he pried himself free from her mouth causing her to pout in her own right. Her eyes could bring any man to his knees he was sure. Almost translucent in color, with just enough hint of blue and green to keep them from actually being so.
“Okay, we have about two miles left and I want you to…stop biting and licking your lips first of all.” He became momentarily distracted again adjusting his rock hard dick that was becoming painful now, and taking every fiber of his being to restrain himself from taking her right there on his bike. If all worked out as planned, he may just get his wish, if he could ever get her to the top of that hill.
He held up a bandana. “I’m going to blindfold you the rest of the way. Like I said at your house, this is a surprise.”
All she kept thinking was how her body always reacted to him. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. Her soul craved his, the way a fire craves oxygen. “Deal.” She agreed, palming his cock through the cloth of his jeans.
He groaned out in pleasure. “Fuck. Jen, you’re not making this easy. Two more miles and after that, I’m all yours.”
Thrill and seduction twirled in her eyes. “Okay, go ahead baby,” she said extending her neck.
His touch as he tied the bandana around her eyes aroused her and tiny goose bumps waved over her skin.
He picked her up and sat her on his bike, then climbed on and started her up. The engine roaring to life between her legs.
“Hold on tight babygirl,” he said, reaching down and squeezing her arm that was firmly gripped around his waist.
It was a short r
ide like he’d promised. “Can I take off my blindfold, Jus?” Jenalyn asked.
Justice picked her up and helped her stand. He removed the blindfold from her. “What do you think, baby? This is all for you, and I only have one specific request. Well, maybe two.” He mused. Tucking her wind swept russet locks behind one ear, he continued to trail soft kisses up her neck as she took in the view.
Her neck instinctively leaned into his kisses as he kept talking through each one. “You stay here in Texas, and capture this moment for me and paint it. Then you can have your way with me…just this once.” He joked.
Jenalyn fought for self-control as she absorbed in the scenery. “You did all of this?” she asked surprised.
“I had some help,” he answered back with a wink.
Looking at him, her expression pried for further details.
“Ace and Savanna,” he said giving in.
He’d never brought her here before. It was a hilltop view overlooking their small town. There was a blanket laid out, and a bucket filled with iced down champagne. Next to that was an easel and canvas with acrylic paints and brushes. As if that wasn’t enough, a professional photographer’s camera wrapped with a scarlet red bow on it was also laying nearby. Her heart began to race. A combination of how extravagant all of this was, and Justice’s lips on her neck.
A knot formed in her throat and she could barely speak. “Three.”
Pulling his lips from her neck. “Huh?” he asked confused.
“That’s three things, Justice,” she muttered. Knowing exactly what he was wanting now. His words fully sinking in. He did all of this for her hoping she’d stay.
“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t this the most beautiful sky you’ve ever seen?” he asked, scanning her face nervously as this wasn’t the reaction he’d expected.
It really was extraordinary. It was dusk. The blues, pinks, and purples of the skyline meshed so effortlessly together. “It is…I…Justice. We’ve already fought over and over babe. I thought you’d accepted me going to Art school in California? Plus, it’s not only about art. I want away from the club. You know this.”
“So you won’t even consider going to the one in Dallas? That’s fucking great. I dunno what else to do!” he yelled out more of a statement than a question as he began pacing back and forth, cupping his face with his hands trying to ward off his frustration.
Jenalyn narrowed her eyes on him. “So this, all of this, was just an attempt to get me to stay?” Her voice now raised also.
Stopping his pacing, he glared at her. “Yes. Fucking yes, Jen,” he said placing his hands down on her tiny shoulders. “I don’t think I can let you go.” Running his hands through his short dark brown hair that was closely shaved on the sides, and slightly longer on top. He pulled her lips to his and kissing her so hard it bordered violence.
Tears filled her eyes as he released her. “I leave in two days. I’m already packed Jus. You know this.”
“Fuck this, Jenalyn. You’re choosing that over me,” he roared kicking the champagne filled bucket off the small cliff, then getting on his bike. “I don’t drink that girly shit anyways. Get on. I’m taking you home,” he demanded.
She climbed on the back. “And you just remember, you’re also choosing this…staying here, over me.”
She could feel him tense at her words. He took her home and didn’t even say goodbye. He sped off, leaving her confused and agitated. They’d already agreed. She wanted to be an artist, and he was loyal to her father’s club. They’d agreed that maybe one day, their lives might fit, and if not they were okay with that too. At least that’s what she’d thought. She needed away from the club, not Justice. It so happened that was a package deal. It pained her. It had taken her over a year to finally commit to this decision. She knew no matter her decision, she would be giving up one of the two things she loved most in life. Justice Paine or her lifelong dream of going to the Art Institute of California.
It wasn’t an easy decision, but she was young. Only nineteen and he was twenty-one. It was a match made in both heaven and hell. Secretly she hoped that while she was gone, he would leave the club and join her. All of that was just fairy tale talk.
Two days later, she boarded that plane and never looked back.
Chapter 1
Jenalyn
“Right here.” I point to the cab driver as I’ve finally reached my parent’s single story red brick home. Immediately noticing the grass seems much too long for my father’s liking. An eerie feeling forms inside me as this is so very unlike my father. A manicured lawn was something he always made sure of.
He’s the President to the notorious and highly feared and respected MC, Soul Shifterz. Yep. Feared by many, loved by few, but those few are all he cares about.
It’s only been two weeks since I’d last shared a conversation with them. Strange how something as simple as noticing the length of the fucking grass on the front lawn is very telling. A knot begins forming in my stomach as I sense the timing of my return after a five-year hiatus is less than perfect.
Stepping out of the confinement of the cab, a breeze grazes my cheek and I deeply inhale the familiar but subtle scent of my mother’s yellow rose bushes forcing a smile to emerge on my face, and that knot to briefly dissipate.
“You need help with your luggage to the door ma’am?” the cab driver asks, almost annoyed, and I can see the silent begging in his eyes as they seem to plead for me to answer “no”.
Of course, I had over half a dozen suitcases and bags. I’d been gone for five years. Inwardly I question why this seemed so annoying to him. At the airport when he’d realized how many pieces I had, he had given me a look as if I had two heads sprouting. Surely I’m not the only one in history to travel less than light.
I turn the corner of my lips up and narrow my eyes to slits, and give the poor fucker what his own eyes and face are signaling-despite his question. “No, I’ll just get my father to help me,” I reply, handing him the cab fare and a sizeable tip, because, well, he did load all of this shit for me.
I guess in this small town I grew up in, the amount of luggage I had wasn’t exactly typical. Sundown, TX. Population twelve hundred. At least that’s what the sign read on my way here. I just huff out a laugh. The town sure has grown a bit during my absence.
Before approaching the door, the singing of a lovely barn swallow catches my attention as if she were welcoming me home with her beautiful melody. Nesting in the usual place they’d always made their homes for years, my attention is now completely focused on my father’s detached garage.
The garage I’d secretly spent so much time with my ex, Justice Paine. That shed was a standing representation of what I’d left behind. I very literally try to just shake those memories off. That is all in the past now.
I just hope my return doesn’t ignite expectations from my parents that I have already sworn I will never uphold. I’m an artist, now. I will never be an ‘Ol Lady to a biker. Hopefully, my absence has proved just that.
Chapter 2
Jenalyn
Fumbling through my carry-on bag that I had on the plane, I find my set of keys. Although at this point, I’m fairly certain my parents are either gone or, I shudder at the thought of the other possibility. Consciously, I know my parents have sex, it’s just something that I think most children try not to ever think about. Walking in on them would be traumatizing. I gag slightly at the notion.
I finally settle on just calling them and announcing my presence outside. Yeah, that’ll be surprising enough.
As I get my phone out of the barely-there back pocket of my very short denim shorts, I’m slapped with the reality of a dead battery. “Fuck.” My curse slips out as my frustration grows because it is so damn hot outside. I swear to god it must be one hundred and seventy degrees. So, different than the much cooler California weather I’d become accustomed to.
Guess I’ll have to try my luck with my keys and pray like hell my old house key still works, because
I may just die right here of a heat stroke if not.
I silently plea with the Gods as I try my luck with my old house key, cringing as I slide the key in and twist, silently begging I won’t see what cannot be unseen and that this key still works. My eyes widen and I sigh with relief as my old house key does indeed still work.
Immediately the cool air escaping my parents’ home as I open the door is followed by some foreign beeping sound confusing me. Quickly realizing it’s an alarm system my dad must’ve had installed, I scramble to locate its source which is on the wall of the entry way. Knowing I only have seconds to deactivate this thing, I start trying numeric codes. Most likely a four-digit code followed by the pound symbol. We had one of these at my friend Tess’ art studio in California. I’d briefly worked there before coming home.
It has to be one of our birthdays. I try mine, and when it doesn’t shut that annoying thing off an audible huff escapes my lungs. I am my parents only child after all. Daddy’s little Princess and all that. I know I’m completely defeated after I try both of my parent’s birthdays and even those fail me.
The alarm must be alerting the police by now. Varying in tones and tunes now. God dammit I’m officially frustrated and pissed beyond measure. My parents aren’t here obviously, or they would’ve stopped this madness by now.
Defeated, and no battery left on my phone, I just sit on the porch waiting for the inevitable. The Sheriff’s office will send an officer soon and hopefully, this will all be settled after I show them my identification.
“Oh shit.” My driver’s license is California issued. Oh well, everyone knows my father and the club in this town. My last name alone will get me out of this. Quickly I jog over to retrieve it. What a fucking mess this day is already turning out to be. Never mind the fact I’m on the verge of a heat stroke, and my white tank is now soaked in sweat.