by Debra Kayn
Will kissed her cheek. "Congratulations, again. You've got a good guy by your side."
"I know," she whispered. "Don't be a stranger, we're family."
"Except you might want to call first," Remmy smiled, softening his words. "We can open the gate for you."
Will chuckled. "I'll make sure to do that."
Natalie continued standing by the fire until Will disappeared into the shadows and Sawyer jogged after him to lock the gate behind Will. Remmy said, "Come back and sit on my lap."
She returned to him, and he stopped her from sitting, turned her around, and had her straddle his legs. He needed to see her, touch her, and reinforce the fact that she was here with him.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah. Things will be all right with Will. He's recovering well, and the doctor said lots of people live a normal, long life with only one kidney."
The damage Los Li caused during the kidnapping had almost caused Will his life. The doctor said a few more hours without medical care, and he would've died. He was lucky. They were all lucky.
Remmy caught sight of Lee talking with Kurt by the back door. It did his heart good to see Lee with Slade, Rain, and his brother at the courthouse. For a few minutes, he studied the boy he'd watched grow into a man and wondered if he was doing okay. Always quick to talk and lighten the occasion, Lee hung back and kept to himself lately.
He caught Lee's gaze and lifted his chin, motioning him over. After Bantorus found him and Will, Lee had cleaned up and removed the four bodies. Sheriff Colby closed the investigation into the beating and kidnapping before it could start. Bantorus MC took the hit, and Remmy claimed he'd fought with Will over a woman. No charges were pressed against him.
The only ones who knew what happened had reason to hide the truth. There was no doubt Los Li would seek retribution someday, but Bantorus MC would be ready. This time, they proved their power and came out stronger. As a result, Kurt brought on ten new prospects and three probates. A ballsy move, but necessary. They had to continue growing to survive.
Lee approached Remmy and squatted by the chair. "You need an escape plan to get your old lady alone?"
"Nah, I'd take her right here if I wanted," he grinned.
Natalie leaned forward. "No, he wouldn't."
He shook his head at Lee, arguing Nat's point. He would and he could, and she knew it.
"Where are you headed to next?" he asked.
Lee glanced down at the beer in his hand before meeting Remmy's gaze. "Thought I'd stick around and see what my brother finds so fascinating about heading a charter."
"Yeah?" Remmy smiled. "You tell your dad?"
He nodded. "I promised Taylor to plant my ass for a while. Lagsturns MC has spread out to all four corners, Capiton MC is picking up the slack, and Bantorus has more numbers. I need a vacation before I burn out."
"Good." Remmy slapped him on the shoulder. "Make sure we catch up in a couple of days. We'll go for a ride, and I'll show you the sights around here."
"I will." Lee stood and winked at Natalie. "Don't let her get cold."
"That'll never happen." Contentment filled Remmy.
A flash went off and Risa yelled, "I got it."
Remmy flipped off Kurt, who shrugged in indulgence to his old lady. Risa, in her drive to make a family out of them all, would add the picture of him and Natalie to the wall in the main room of the club where she displayed all the other photos she took.
Natalie on his lap. His hands cupping her ass. In twenty years, he'd look back on that picture and know he'd lived the good life.
"It's been a good day. A day of memories," Natalie asked, running her hands down Remmy's chest.
"I think we should start building our house," he blurted.
"I've already told you, I don't want a huge home." She sighed, shaking her head. "I've had a luxury house, sold it, because in the end, it was only a lonely place. I want to be able to see you wherever I am, and our room in the clubhouse lets me do that."
"How about a cabin then?" He leaned his head back against the wooden slats of the chair. "A log house like the one the Silver Girls stay in."
Her body straightened. "'Seriously?"
"Yeah."
She sagged against him. "I'd love that, except make it a one bedroom with an open floor plan. I still want to see you wherever I look."
"I'll call the contractor in the morning and start the process of building us a home." He tilted his head and accepted all the good things happening. "This is it, lady. You. Me. The club. It'll be our life."
"That's why I said, 'I do'." She kissed him softly.
It was almost like old times. Bantorus together, love floating around, and the future bright. He lazily stroked Natalie's arms, noticing she was getting chilled. They had two months until they delivered the shipment of bikes to the Capiton MC in Arizona. In two months, he planned to have Natalie snug in a cabin before the first snow fall and cooking for him. He slid his hand behind Natalie's neck and pulled her closer.
He nudged her lips open and tasted her. His balls tightened, and he instantly knew he had everything he could possible want. The only thing better was when he sank himself deep inside her body and possessed her.
Her hips shifted forward and settled on him. He slipped his hands under her sweatshirt and pressed his palms against her smooth, bare skin. Cupping the flare of her hips had him hard and wanting her.
She pulled back. "Thank you for flying my parents in for the day."
He grunted in acknowledgement. It'd take an act of huge proportions to convince Joyce and Matthew that he was telling the truth. Distanced from their daughter's life, they had no idea that she'd become involved with him, much less a motorcycle club. He'd thought he'd have to let Natalie in on the surprise, just to get them out here, but in the end, the two round trip tickets delivered to her parents were enough to convince them to come see their daughter.
"It's good to have family," he said.
She snuggled down onto his chest. "My life is full."
God, he loved his woman. He promised, right then and there, she'd have everything life offered, and he'd share that experience with her. Their commitment to each other might be unconventional, but it was an honest, good way to live.
A simple life.
Most of the time he forgot that she was half owner of Meghoni Mine. Not that it bothered him, because she rarely talked business and preferred to discuss her self-defense classes that'd gone to three times a week.
Ink approached them. "Hey, are you two going to start the honeymoon or not?"
Laughter left Natalie's body shaking, and Remmy chuckled in amusement. Leave it to Ink to worry about Remmy's sex life. He had twenty years of experience on the kid, and the secret to happiness on his lap.
"I mean, if you need time to warm yourself up, old man, I can entertain Nat if you'd like." Ink rocked back on the heels of his boots and hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. "I wouldn't want you to wear yourself out when you're due in the warehouse tomorrow."
"Hang on, lady," he whispered, scooping Natalie up into his arms and standing.
The other Bantorus members raised their bottles and cheered as Natalie buried her face in the crook of Remmy's neck and laughed in delight. He strode with his woman cradled in his arms straight toward Ink.
He paused and lowered his voice. "Take notes, son. One day, you're going to have a woman who'll make all the other girls cease to exist, and when you claim her, keep her, because the hell you’ve been living turns sweet as sin."
Ink lifted his chin and his beer, and stepped back giving Remmy respect. "Congratulations, brother."
Natalie's head came up. "Thanks, Ink."
Remmy kissed her thoroughly, half to rub it into Ink that he was still the man around the club, and half because he couldn't wait to get back to the room and fuck his old lady.
He had her on the bed in their room within minutes, settled on top of her. He hesitated as he often did lately. The beauty under
neath him stole his breath.
"I love you, lady," he said.
She smiled softly and cupped his face between her hands. "Show me, baby."
He proceeded to show her, and later that night, he showed her again.
— THE END —
Sneak Peek – Fighting To Ride
Bantorus Motorcycle Club series, book 5
Chapter One
Two flashing sheriff patrol cars blocked each end of Cedar Street. Kurt Ramchett rode his Harley Davidson between the government vehicles and parked in front of the Sterling Building. He eyed the crowd gathered in the street as he put his feet to the asphalt and pushed the motorcycle backward to park against the curb. The last thing he expected upon arriving in Federal was a police presence.
The rest of the Bantorus MC members of the new Federal charter followed suit and parked their bikes against the sidewalk, in one neat line. Kurt flicked his hand low, letting them all know to stand back until he found out what was going on. He'd purchased the historical building years ago to use when he brought the Bantorus MC, Federal charter, into Idaho.
That day had finally arrived, and he needed to crash.
What he didn't need was to deal with a crowd of strangers or his biker's that were too tired to put up with any bull shit. He caught German's gaze and sighed.
German, all five foot ten inches and a solid two hundred and fifty pounds, lumbered off his motorcycle and held out a stubbed joint to light. Kurt fingered his hair off his face. "Put it away, Germ. You're not in Pitnam anymore and if you haven't noticed, we're thick with badges."
A male voice came over the loud speaker directing the crowd to stay on the sidewalks until notified. Kurt spotted the sheriff headed in his direction and strode across the street. The pressed blue uniform looked out of place, since the last time he'd come face to face with the sheriff, he went by the name Colby and wore a flannel shirt and jeans.
"Sheriff," he said, stopping the sheriff from approaching his men. "What can we do to shut off the spot lights and get a little privacy?"
Sheriff Colby, about Kurt's size of six foot two inches, peered up and down the street before meeting Kurt's gaze. "We're here for crowd control. The miners should be arriving any time."
"What did you do, call in the fucking welcome wagon?" Kurt slipped off his gloves and shoved them in his back pocket. "Call them off."
He'd met the sheriff a few times in Pitnam prior to buying the mine property. The last few months, he'd emailed almost daily with Sheriff Colby while working on the paperwork to become a guns dealer within Federal.
"It's not for you or your club." The sheriff took off his hat and swept his blonde hair off his forehead. "It's the monthly show for Silver Girls."
Sheriff Colby motioned to the Sterling Building at the same time voices grew louder, pulling his attention away from Kurt. "I guess it's time for the show to start. Make sure your men stay back, and no touching."
"What the hell does that mean? This is Bantorus MC's building," he said.
The sheriff nodded. "Risa Kohl, the owner of Silver Girls, rents the whole building. She's been in business for at least five or six years."
"The property manager had orders to clear the building prior to us arriving. I informed Leo to swipe the place clean. There's no one renting the building from us any longer. We've been on the road for fourteen hours and need to crash," Kurt said.
"Wasn't Leo in charge of your rental?" Sheriff Colby asked.
Kurt's patience ran out two hours back on Interstate 90. "Yeah."
"You'll be able to ask him your questions tonight. He usually comes and watches the show with all the other men in town." Sheriff Colby hurried toward the crowd, walking away from Kurt. "Ten feet, men. You get too close, and you'll sit in jail tonight and be banned from watching Risa."
Kurt caught Remmy's gaze and lifted his chin, beckoning his Vice President over.
Voices rose in protest over the sheriff's orders. Kurt studied the loud crowd. Men shoved each other and smiles widened as the men garbed in dirty jeans, T-shirts, and black steel-toed boots marched straight toward the building in which Kurt and his men blocked. He made eye contact with Remmy, Ink, and Germ, who in turn motioned for every Bantorus MC member to line the sidewalk.
More people came from the opposite direction, until Kurt lost track of how many men filled the street. There had to be at least two hundred people or more in the crowd. He swept his gaze back across the street in frustration. Make that two hundred or more men.
A gathering was the last thing he wanted tonight when all he could think about was a soft bed and eight uninterrupted hours of sleep.
"Step back and enjoy the show," Sheriff Colby stated to the crowd.
The two spotlights erected on the sidewalk flickered and shutoff. Kurt reached behind him, feeling for his pistol tucked in the back of his jeans, aware of the danger.
"Fuck," Remmy said, motioning for the others to hold their spot.
Kurt searched the crowd, looking for anyone who appeared to have the balls to step forward and challenge the Bantorus members. He gripped his pistol, keeping his arm down at his side and ready. Cops or no cops, he'd shot his way out of town and get his men to safety if all hell broke loose. If they had to, he'd lead them to the new clubhouse outside of town and they'd bed down in their sleeping bags.
Soft music shushed the crowd, and the men's movements stilled. Kurt scanned the proximity, looking for the source that had grabbed the men's attention. The sudden shift of energy played on Kurt's worries more than the number of men in the crowd.
All of the men looked toward the building he owned. He glanced over his shoulder, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. A brick wall, flower boxes, and a couple of empty benches on the sidewalk were the only things between him and the building.
A spot light came on, aimed over Kurt's head. Ink smacked his arm. "Jesus, prez, look..."
He followed Ink's gaze to the corner of the building. He pivoted, his hand squeezing the butt of the pistol. Warmth filled his chest at the same time his gut tightened. Nothing prepared him for the sight of a woman—a sexy, hot blonde woman— walking out onto the sidewalk.
The warm summer breeze plastered the sheer, silky robe to the front of the woman. Her high full breasts outlined in the spotlight, left nothing to the imagination. Kurt took a step forward, but Sheriff Colby put his arm out stopping him. The woman strolled past him, taking her sweet time, looking over all the men.
"Watch," the Sheriff said. "She does this every month. It's the highlight for the men in Federal. Risa and her girls bring entertainment and keep the moral high amongst the miners. Hell, Silver Girls is the most popular place in this town."
"Silver Girls?" he said, not taking his gaze of Risa. That was the second time the sheriff mentioned that name.
Sheriff Colby said, "The only entertainment club in the county. We're proud of having them call Federal their home. They do lap dances, conversation, and have better female bodies that put every other strip joint in the state to shame."
He glanced at the sheriff, wondering what kind of illegal compromise Leo got him into when he was supposed to be looking after his interest. The last thing he needed in his building was an illegal prostitution ring.
"Just stand back and enjoy the show." Sheriff Colby wandered off, motioning for the crowd to spread out and give Risa room.
Kurt glanced at Remmy to see if he heard the news. The lines etched around Remmy's mouth told him everything. The management company duped him. If what he suspected was true, and Leo let an adult club rent from him, he'd need to get the girls out of his building, tonight. With Bantorus MC planning to run a legal gun trade in the state of Idaho, the Feds would swoop in on them if they even got a hint of a prostitution ring happening on Bantorus land.
Risa slowly strolled around a few men to the middle of the street, smiling, fluttering her damn eyelashes, stroking egos, and creating hard-ons in her wake. He curled his fingers into his palm.
She
slowly circled a white porcelain bathtub sitting out in the street. His neck tensed as his mind automatically went to what she would look like naked in the tub.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Ink muttered.
Not a normal tub, but a high back, claw footed piece of antique that had to way a ton. He put his attention back on the woman. The situation couldn't get worse. The mix of one nearly naked woman, a crowd bigger than four cops could manage alone, and the stink of men desperate to have a chance at the woman, put Bantorus MC right in the middle of keeping control over the situation. Kurt raised his hand. "Get in front of the crowd and secure the area. Keep everyone in sight."
Without questioning him, his men weaved their way through the throng of men until there was a Bantorus member every ten feet along the perimeter of the spectators. If anything happened, they'd be within reach of protecting the woman should she need help.
Risa, seemingly unaware of his men surrounding her, leaned over and skimmed her fingertips along the surface of the water. Kurt's chest tightened, until he forced a deep breath down him. He tried to blame his reaction on lack of sleep, coming off a ride, and being without a woman for over a week while he prepped for traveling.
The edges of her robe fell open. His cock pulsed in interest, and the rest of his body hardened in anger. He controlled his reaction by shoving the emotions deep within him, until he distanced himself.
No woman should ever give away secrets that a man hadn't earned.
Risa slid her robe off her shoulders and let the material pool at her feet. Kurt shoved his pistol back under the waist of his jeans and kept his hands free. His fingers itched to curl into a fist, while his biceps tensed and had him shaking his arms to stay loose.
With this kind of situation and this crowd, he'd do more damage with his fists, taking them all down, one by one. Besides, everyone's attention was on the show and reaction times slow.
He wasn't immune to the tempting sight of Risa lifting one bare leg over the white porcelain side of the tub, or dribbling water down her body, letting the droplets run over her smooth skin. Her safety came first before he watched for pleasure.