Indecent Lies (Renegade Souls MC #7)

by V. Theia

  Fuck, she was cute as hell all riled up.

  “You don’t deserve his time and you don’t deserve to interrupt our time either, but know that I’m giving this to you, me, Tait’s woman, because there’s no one on earth who I trust more than him. Even with someone like you who turns up at another man’s house in the middle of the night without her husband.” Poppy made a disgusted noise and stroked his belly before turning to the door, he’d already unlocked it for her. Her teeth were clacking now and he frowned, wanting to get her ass inside. “I’ll tell you; I feel sorry for Malachai if this is his marriage, poor guy. You had your chance with Tait so long ago and still you pester him like a petty woman. Move the fuck on, Addison, because Tait has, and he’s never been happier.”

  The top of his head nearly blew off, and his chest ached in a good way when she kissed his cheek and sauntered inside. She’d said her piece and was content in the fact that he was about to follow her.

  “You have kids?” Addison questioned.

  She came closer to the curb.

  She was nervous, he saw this in the way she rung her hands together.

  Her gloves were leather and probably cost more than his jacket.

  She always did want expensive shit, though she had a daddy who made sure she got it.

  He wondered if he was still bank rolling his daughter.

  That would cut off Mal’s balls for sure if he was being trumped to take care of his woman.

  “What do you want? Make it quick.”

  She repeated. “You have kids?”

  “Yes, two.” She didn’t get to know it was an attention seeking goat and a noisy cat.

  “We…we didn’t know.”

  “None of your business, Addison, told you that last year. What are you even doing here?”

  “I’m in Denver for a trip with girlfriends, we’re at the Duke lodge.”

  She told him really carefully like she assumed he’d trot there after her.

  He wasn’t interested in a conversation with Addison.

  Hadn’t been in a long time, not since she climbed into bed with his twin.

  “I thought we should talk. Malachai hasn’t been happy since you cut him off, Tait. It’s not fair to him.”

  “Mal makes his own choices, he doesn’t need you creeping around my house when I’m with my woman in the middle of the night.”

  She flinched. “This is all very sudden with Penelope Astor.”

  “Also not your business.”

  “She was getting married only months ago, Tait. She’s on the rebound, she’ll hurt you.”

  Texas laughed with no humor. “Your concern is touching, but you know nothing, woman, don’t even try. If you came because of Mal, it’s noted, now you can go.”

  “I’ll make it right with your parents,” she blurted and his spine solidified, eyes narrowed. What in the fuck?

  “What?”

  “Your parents. I’ll make it so you can be in their lives again, Tait. If you make it right with Malachai. He misses you.”

  “Okay, it’s late, it’s fucking cold and I want to get inside to my woman, so I’ll make this plain for you.” Though his voice was aggravated and low, dripping with enough coldness to freeze a penguins balls, he was about to deliver home truths in the form of verbal bullets and he didn’t want her to duck, he wanted her body riddled with his shoot to kill aim.

  “I give no fucks about my parents, they made it clear I wasn’t welcome in their lives, I’m good with that because I became my own person, and not their puppet, they know where I am if that ever changes for them. You had a part in that, so own it. They don’t know you like I do, like Mal does, they always thought your shit don’t stink.”

  She flinched again and rose a hand to her throat, but he didn’t give a fuck about hurting her prissy feelings either. She came to his door, she had to live with the fall out.

  “We’re not family, Addison, you’re just the woman who trapped my brother into this life, we won’t ever be friends, you could say a ton of shit to my parents and I wouldn’t ever thank you. Ships sail, be careful you don’t fall overboard.”

  “She won’t make you happy, not long term,” her viper tongue spat out and Texas grinned, there she was. The real Addison Hunt. The woman who threw vicious tantrums if she couldn’t get her own way and wielded manipulation like a highly crafted weapon. “She can’t give you what you need.”

  The woman was a queen manipulator and spat out her pacifier if people didn’t buy it.

  Texas hadn’t bought her shit for a long time.

  “Is this about my brother, or because you heard I was with Poppy and you can’t take your jealousy?”

  “Me jealous of her? She’s fat and boring.” She scoffed.

  Jealousy seething out of her.

  “She’s worth a million of you, that’s facts.”

  “She’s been engaged three fucking times, Tait, and never got married, she’s a flake.”

  Yeah, the real reason for her late night visit just stepped into the room.

  Texas wasn’t surprised.

  “I didn’t buy into your shitty excuse last summer, Addison, I don’t buy it now. Get the fuck over it, I was seventeen, I’m nearly thirty now and I haven’t wanted you in a long fucking time. Do you want me to get nasty about it? Because I can. I kept my mouth shut because it appeared you made my twin happy.”

  She’d sauntered into his life again last year when he was at his lowest after losing the MC and the bitch thought she could play him again.

  “It’s not… Tait… it’s only been you; you know that. There’s always been a us.”

  He laughed. The lying balls on this bitch.

  “Mal is… he’s always concentrating on his job.”

  This selfish bitch had so much wow about her, it wasn’t even funny.

  “Are you trapped in a time warp or something? We were a us for 3 minutes before you played me off against my twin. Before you climbed into his bed and didn’t stop even when you knew it wasn’t me. We haven’t been anything long before he put a ring on that spoiled finger. For all his deplorable decisions, my brother has loved you from the beginning. If you can’t give him the same, cut the man loose so he can find it somewhere else. You’re nearly thirty, start acting like an adult, a decent fucking woman, you’re too old for these games, because I’ll tell you for free, I am not playing. I took myself off that board a long time ago and as much as you try to pull me back, it’s not happening. Not for you, not for my twin. Get the fuck in your ride and don’t come here again.”

  “Please, Tait. It’s not… things haven’t been right for a while. I’m not lying, Malachai does miss you.”

  “I haven’t even been in your life but I can bet money on you being a terrible wife.”

  Pain suffused her face. “That’s a horrible thing to say.”

  “Yeah it is, for Mal, yet it’s true.”

  “I can’t believe this is how you’re talking to me, after everything.”

  “There is no ‘everything’ not between us.” He turned around. “Bye, Addison.”

  He’d given her far too much time already.

  He didn’t wait around to make sure she was safe in her car, he let himself in and locked up behind him and took the stairs.

  Halfway he stopped and pulled out his phone.

  He might have deleted Mal’s number but his brain remembered it, he tapped it in and waited.

  “Tait?”

  He didn’t give a greeting. “Your wife was just at my door. Again. Put a fucking leash on her, brother, and make sure she doesn’t come here again, or I won’t be so nice. I’ve got a woman; I don’t want yours. It’s time to re-evaluate your own house.”

  He hung up and switched his phone off.

  He meant what he said, Malachai might be a backstabbing bastard in a lot of ways, but he didn’t deserve being shit on by being loyal to a lying, manipulative bitch.

  It took him a long time to see her true skin.

  Now he couldn
’t understand what he’d seen in her.

  It might have something to do with the woman in her underwear in his apartment showing him what real goodness was.

  Her eyes came to him instantly and she cut him the biggest smile before she started dancing on her tiptoes. Making her hair and tits bounce.

  He’d had a lot of bitter in his life, now he only wanted to taste sweetness.

  His dirty eyes traced over her.

  “Oh, my God, I was so awesome,” his girl bragged the second he shrugged off his jacket and stooped down to run a hand over the jumping goat’s back as he too danced around his ankles. That had his face splitting with a wide grin to see her so pleased with herself. “I mean, I was so awesome, wasn’t I, what I told her, Tait?”

  “Had my knees knocking, baby.”

  He wouldn’t remind her of the raccoons ass. Not today anyway.

  “Damn right,” she laughed pointing a finger at him.

  And then he attacked.

  Just swept her off her feet and carried her squealing through to the bedroom before he launched her through the air and landed her gorgeous self on the bed.

  “Glenn, go to bed,” he ordered the needy goat.

  “Tait!” she was laughing, sprawled. Hair all over. Pure beauty.

  “You’re about to show me your tough girl act right now.”

  “Oh, I am? I don’t think I can just turn it on. I have to be really angry. And I love you so I don’t want to get angry right this second.”

  She wanted to check his arm, but he had other … better … ideas.

  He got rid of his clothes. Crawled over her and bit her lip. “Try.”

  The desire and love was right there for the taking in her eyes and it nearly swept all the blood and air out of his body.

  She’d never made any bones about what she wanted from him and he was going to give her everything.

  He’d thought that she’d return to her old life, her better life as he saw it. One that was privilege and prestige and top of the totem pole of socialites. Every facet of this new life she was living currently was different from her opulent mansion back home, but she never once complained. Never showed signs of missing that life or the jilted fiancé.

  He’d waited for it. Braced for it, held his heart back when he felt himself falling for her.

  He hadn’t given her the words yet just because he thought if she did leave he could protect what was left of him.

  But what they had between them burned bright.

  It was unmatchable to anything either of them had had before. He wasn’t waiting for that jackass guy to turn up and steal his woman from Texas.

  Fuck that, never going to happen.

  She’d be a Hunt one day. Never a Pitstop.

  He dug belonging to her and he ached knowing she wanted to belong to him.

  On any average day, his Poppy was gorgeous.

  Seriously swallow his tongue and take a second look at her kind of gorgeous.

  But when she got horny and started to explore his body, to take his fierce kiss and to swallow his tongue, she was magnificent.

  “I want on top.” She whined, trying to roll him. He was solid muscle of 240 pounds; she had no chance and he laughed with his mouth on her tit. “Later. Need to fuck you hard first.”

  His hard-on went supernova when she moaned his name all thick and wanting.

  She moaned into his mouth and then went about showing him her toughness when he rolled her over and got to fucking his girl on her knees and her face pressed into the sheets, making her come again and again.

  Fuck, this was the best.

  He’d never had it so good before.

  “I never get to play as long as I want to,” she pouted, gripping his dick tight a while later, after he’d fed the animals, got them in their crates and then climbed back into bed, he’d let her jack him off for longer than he could take without taking her.

  Texas looked down at her kneeling between his wide legs as she’d brushed her lips over his wet cock like she was saying hello to the pulsing pipe, and when he told her it was enough, didn’t the brat just slide him through her palm again, making the climax gather at the bottom of his spine.

  Texas reached out and plucked her up, straddled her over his lap and took a hand around the back of her neck where he brought her forward so they were touching noses.

  “Are you saying I ever leave you unsatisfied, little girl?”

  “Ut oh, you use little girl when I’m in trouble.” The gorgeous brat giggled and turned her head to lick his wrist.

  Another blast of his pending climax.

  “I said, do I ever leave you wanting?”

  “You know you don’t, you great bully.”

  Damn right he didn’t.

  He smirked and took a lick for himself down her neck and got into position with the condom rolled down.

  “Sometimes I want to play too, Tait.”

  She was wet and soft where he needed her to be wet and soft. Sucking him off always turned her on and it turned him on to watch her swallowing him.

  Rolling his hands over her flared hips and up her curved waist to palm her tits, she undulated on his lap and whined some more.

  “If I’d let you play any longer, I would have come, and I want to do that bursting inside you.”

  “Oh,” she beamed and grasped the side of his neck right as Texas shoved up just once and impaled her.

  “Yes, oh. Now you can ride me, baby. Soaked and quivering already, aren’t you?”

  She started to rise and fall.

  When he’d first shown her that she couldn’t do anything wrong that he’d hate, she discovered she loved this position and Texas loved it because he got to play with her body when she fucked his brains out.

  His mouth touched her tits. His fingers stroked her hard little clit and he swallowed her cries. “Yes,” she panted, going harder.

  “Ready to dirty talk, baby? Want to tell me how you love my cock shoved inside you, how right it feels stretching you out while you drip down me.”

  Her eyes flared and Texas grinned, holding off his pleasure until she spilled over. She loved sex, he’d never been with anyone hungrier or more enthusiastic than his Poppy, but she was shy too.

  She buried her face in the side of his neck and she rode him like Hell.

  “Love your cock,” he barely heard as they both came down from massive climaxes, then she followed up with, “love you, Tait,” his heart galloped, gathering her in.

  Love you, little girl, he thought, stroking his lips over her damp forehead, praising her for riding him, for loving him, for every inch of peace she’d brought to his life.

  THIRTY-SIX

  “MC legacy.” – Cain

  “Mama, I tired.”

  Cuddling Harper on her lap, Zara kissed her daughter’s light hair, it was almost as white as her own. She’d started the day with them in two little pigtails but as always through her rambunctious playing, they were now off center on her head. Dressed in pink and white jeans and a t-shirt, she looked like a tiny princess at nearly three, but as Zara and Rider knew, their daughter was hell on wheels.

  She got her daredevilry from Rider.

  Whatever she wasn’t allowed to do, Harper Marinos wanted to do.

  It was why Zara’s nerves were fraught holding her baby on her lap in the ER.

  She thought she’d seen the back of this place this week. They were due to come for a check-up for Rider’s stitches, but instead they were waiting to have Harper looked at. She had freaking beads stuck up her nose from one of Zara’s broken necklaces, too far up for either her or Rider to get them out.

  Her biker man was the calmer of them both and handled it.

  He was outside while Mace parked the Raptor truck, Rider couldn’t drive yet and Zara wanted him right here so he could do his scary biker man face and get a doctor to look at Harper without delay.

  “Won’t be long now, baby.”

  “Papa coming?”

  “Yeah
, he has to park.” Harper tried to poke her nose again and Zara redirected her arm.

  Just then, a woman and a boy no older than twelve or thirteen at her side came through the doors like a whirlwind, she was chastising him and the boy was rolling his eyes.

  The muddy blond haired boy was tall, almost up to the woman’s chin and he had a towel wrapped around his forearm, blood marked all the way through it.

  Oh ouch, she thought. The poor kid.

  The way he was slouching and huffing, he looked like he couldn’t give a flying frog for being hurt. His mom looked as aggrieved as Zara herself felt and in that moment while the other woman checked in, she felt okay that she wasn’t the only mom in the world who let their kid get hurt.

  Harper, no matter the situation would never stay still for long and she slid off Zara’s lap, making her way over to the boy instantly. His arm was of more interest to her baby girl, obviously.

  “Hurt?” She asked pointing to him and the teen boy glanced down, his brow which had been sullen, smoothed out.

  He shrugged at Zara’s nosy girl. “It’s okay, kid, just a scratch.”

  “I see?”

  Oh, dear. When Harper latched onto something, she got a little possessive and Zara knew before she irritated the boy into seeing his injury she might have to bring her back.

  But rather than appearing annoyed by the hovering toddler, the boy got down on his haunches and lifted the towel away to show Harper the deep gash on his forearm.

  “Ouchie,” she remarked and reached out to pat his muddy blond head.

  Zara bit back a grin at her daughter’s friendliness.

  “You cry?”

  “Nah, kid. It doesn’t hurt. Just fell off a wall.”

  “You were trying to break into a greenhouse, don’t leave that part out, Cain.” Snapped his mom and that’s when he scowled up at her but stayed at eye level with Harper who was busily telling him in her toddler excitable babble that she had beads up her nose. “Beads aren’t meant to go up your nose, kid.”

  Harper nodded vigorously. “I know.”

  Taking a seat a few away from Zara, the beautiful woman, probably mid to late thirties, sighed and looked at Zara with a look of understanding between two harried moms. “Kids,” she said and Zara smiled.