Rock Chick Revolution

by Kristen Ashley

  With excellent timing, Dad ended our discussion by walking in and announcing, “I’m taking drink orders. Any of you gals want a refresh before you join us?”

  “I have to get behind a wheel, Malcolm,” Amalea said. “Nothing for me.”

  He got yeas from Roxie, Mom and me, nays from Connie and Jeannie. We finished up the dishes, Dad brought our drinks and we wandered back to the family room, me bringing up the rear and Amalea poorly pretending she wasn’t trying to position to bring up the rear with me.

  I slowed my gait as the others forged on. I stopped, turned and looked down at Ren’s mom.

  “Did you want a word in private?” I asked quietly.

  “Was it that obvious?’ she asked back.

  “Yes,” I answered on a smile.

  She returned my smile before hers faded. Then she tipped her head to the side and studied me for a moment before speaking.

  “It’s just that…” she hesitated then said, “I’m really very sorry to barge in on your family dinner, Ally.”

  “That’s okay, Amalea. Mom invited my brothers and their wives without telling Ren and me, so it evens out.”

  She grinned.

  Then she looked down, reached out and touched my hand briefly, before she looked up and caught my eyes.

  “He says he’s moving on,” she said softly, her words confusing me.

  “I’m sorry?” I asked.

  “From Vito,” she explained, and I pressed my lips together. “Some months ago, he told me he met a girl, he cares a good deal for her, so now it’s time.”

  Some months ago.

  Ren made this decision some months ago.

  How cool was that?

  Again she reached out and touched my hand before she whispered, “I certainly am happy to meet you, Ally.”

  I got her.

  She lost a husband; she was terrified of losing a son.

  And she was giving me credit.

  I didn’t let her move her hand, but caught it and told her, “He’s doing it for you, too.”

  “He’s been going to do it for me for years now, honey.”

  Interesting.

  “Now he’s doing it,” she continued. “Angela has been talking about it. Dom’s mother, Ramona has been talking about it. Vito’s angry about it. But Lorenzo isn’t backing down.”

  I nodded. “He’s got his mind made up and he already has plans for the future.”

  Her eyes grew intense on me and they were far from unhappy. “This, I can see.”

  I got that, too.

  Again with the melty.

  Jeez. What was up with me and the melty?

  “As crazy as this night started,” I told her, “I’m glad you and the girls were here.”

  “Me too, Ally.”

  I grinned.

  She grinned back.

  “Ally, sweetheart, are you and Amalea coming?” Dad called, and I rolled my eyes at Amalea because Dad was likely calling because he was worried she caught me and I wouldn’t want to be caught.

  See?

  A good dad.

  I pulled her hand up, tucked it in the crook of my arm and we walked with our drinks into the family room.

  I stopped because everyone was lounging, except Lee and Indy were standing, Lee’s arm around her shoulders, hers around his waist.

  This was not weird, entirely. Lee didn’t often have Indy close when he wasn’t claiming her in some way.

  It was just weird they were standing.

  My eyes went to Ren to see his eyes were doing a sweep of his mom and me. They stopped on his mom’s face, where it was clear he approved of what he saw, before he looked to me. He was also sitting in an armchair and he tipped his head to the armrest.

  Seems another alpha hot guy wanted to claim his woman (yes, again, melty).

  I let Amalea go and moved across the room to him. I sat my ass on the rest, felt his arm slide around my hips, and looked up at Indy to see she was looking at me.

  But it was Dad who spoke.

  “We had a lot of surprises tonight, but now I’ll explain one. And that is that Lee and Indy and Hank and Roxie are here because Lee asked that they be.”

  What?

  My gaze shot to Roxie who was giving me a wide-eyed look, then we both looked to Indy.

  Lee was holding her closer, now with both arms, tucking her front to his side, and Indy had wound both arms around my brother.

  “We have something to tell everybody,” Lee took over.

  Oh my God.

  Oh my God!

  Oh my God, God, GOD!

  “We already told Tom,” Lee went on, and I felt my eyes get hot as I glued them to Indy.

  She looked happy. Not her usual run-of-the-mill, I-married-the-man-of-my-dreams-who-I-loved-since-I-was-five happy (which was pretty freaking happy).

  But happy.

  Oh.

  My.

  GOD!

  “We’re having a baby,” Lee finished.

  At his words, I hurdled from the chair, clapping and shouting, “Oh my God! Oh my God, God, God!”

  I made it to Indy just as she pulled away from Lee. We collided and wrapped our arms around each other. I bounced her up and down with me as I kept shouting, “Oh my God, God, God!”

  “I know!” Indy shouted back.

  I stopped bouncing and pulled away an inch, declaring, “You know it’s a girl—”

  Indy interrupted me. “She’s named Allyson.”

  I smiled.

  Indy smiled back.

  My eyes got hot.

  Her eyes got wet.

  “Oh my God, God, God,” I whispered.

  “I know,” she whispered back.

  We stared at each other for a long time before Mom asked from our side, “Can I hug my daughter-in-law?”

  I didn’t want to let her go.

  Then again, I never wanted to let Indy go. My BFF. My partner in crime. My sister of the heart and sister by the law. The soon-to-be mother of my brother’s baby.

  No, I never wanted to let her go.

  Not ever.

  “Sure,” I said, my voice husky, and it took some effort to tear my eyes from Indy’s as I let her go and let Mom move in.

  Dad called out, “Champagne.”

  “I think we have some in the fridge in the garage, Mal,” Mom told him, hugging Indy.

  I moved in after Roxie moved out and hugged Lee.

  “Pleased for you, bro,” I said in his ear.

  “Not as pleased as me,” he said in mine, his arms going tight.

  That was not in doubt.

  I pulled back and grinned at him.

  He let me go with one arm so he could lift a hand and touch my cheek.

  Then he said, “When he or she gets here, do me a favor. Don’t try to convert them to Scientology.”

  I burst out laughing, and when I was done, my brother was still holding me close and smiling down at me.

  I heard Amalea murmur, “An unexpected honor, but one nonetheless, to be here to hear this joyous news,” thus proving she was total class.

  But I was listening with half an ear because I was fully feeling the vibe, looking at my brother’s smile and experiencing it again, almost exactly twenty-four hours after I’d just felt it.

  That feeling you get only a handful of times in your life, if you’re lucky.

  That feeling that I was lucky to get often.

  That feeling of sheer beauty.

  * * * * *

  I was curled up in Ren’s armchair in his non-TV seating area downstairs.

  It was the dead of night and I’d twisted the chair so I could look out the window at a sleepy street disturbed only by the occasional car.

  I couldn’t sleep, and not for the reasons people normally couldn’t sleep.

  No, mine were different.

  “Jesus, Ally.”

  I turned my head to see Ren’s bare chest, pajama-bottomed legs (and the rest of him) through the shadows walking down the stairs.

 
“Woke up, you gone, not in the bathroom, you worried me,” he kept talking as he moved across the room toward me.

  “I’m cool. Just couldn’t sleep,” I told him.

  He stopped by the chair and looked down at me.

  A nanosecond after his eyes hit me, he crouched in front of me and reached out a hand to wrap his fingers around my ankle.

  “Is everything okay, baby?” he asked in his sweet voice.

  He’d read me.

  “Yes, Ren,” I said quietly, then explained just how okay it was. “Jet is having Eddie’s baby. Ava and Luke are on their honeymoon. Stella’s recorded an album that’s coming out soon. Tex is marrying Nancy. My man has accepted me as I am and I’m looking at office space tomorrow to start the job that I was meant to be doing. Your mom and sisters like me. My dad likes you. And my best friend, who I made a blood pact with when we were kids that she was going to marry my brother, we’d be real sisters and she’d name her daughter after me, is carrying my brother’s baby.” I shook my head. “So maybe it’s no. Everything’s not okay.” I leaned into him. “It’s very okay.”

  “And that makes you not able to sleep?” he asked.

  “I don’t know how to feel this happy,” I answered, and his fingers around my ankle tightened.

  Then he let me go, got to his feet, but did it bending over to pluck me out of the chair. He turned, sat in it and arranged me in his lap.

  “Ren, it’s okay. I’ll be—”

  His arms around me gave me a deep squeeze and his voice was thick when he said, “I want you this happy for the rest of your life.”

  Oh God.

  Again with the melty!

  I lifted a hand to his jaw, but tucked my forehead into the side of his neck.

  “You willin’ to work on that with me, Ally?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” I answered.

  “Good, baby,” he whispered.

  He held me close.

  I slid my hand from his jaw to press it against his heart and lay in his arms, feeling it beat.

  After some time, Ren spoke.

  “My girl, she feels deep.”

  He was not wrong.

  I said nothing.

  He gathered me closer. “So fuckin’ deep.”

  I pressed my forehead into his neck.

  We again lapsed into contented silence.

  It was me who broke it the second time.

  “I wondered what it would be like, when the Rock Chicks and Hot Bunch settled in and the drama stopped.”

  “And what’s it like?” he asked.

  “Sheer beauty,” I answered.

  His arms got tighter again and his lips growled, “Mouth, Ally.”

  I pulled my forehead out of his neck and tipped my head back.

  Ren took my mouth.

  Then he took me on his living room rug.

  After, he carried me up to his bed, leaving my nightie, panties and his pajama bottoms on the living room floor.

  When we got there, neither of us had trouble falling asleep.

  And we slept tangled up.

  Maximum contact.

  Sheer beauty.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The Majestic

  The next morning, breathing heavily as I jogged up Ren’s front steps after my run, I shoved my key in his lock and pushed open the door.

  I used my wristband to wipe away the sweat from my brow as I huffed to the kitchen. Once there, I went direct to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

  Closing the fridge and turning, I caught Ren sauntering in wearing a suit.

  Excellent timing.

  He saw me and stopped dead.

  “Hey, babe,” I semi-panted.

  His eyes slid down and up my sweaty body in my awesome Lucy running threads that the gang did a great job picking for me, and I knew they did a great job because I watched his eyes get hot.

  I twisted off the cap of the bottle of water and grinned at him.

  He came unstuck and moved to me. I thought goodness would commence, but he reached beyond me to open the fridge.

  I stepped to the side, leaned against the counter and belted back some agua.

  “How was the run?” he asked before he took a slug of orange juice, and I noted that Amalea was a good mom who raised a good son who cooked, did the dishes and was thoughtful, but she hadn’t taught him not to drink out of the bottle.

  Whatever.

  “Run was great,” I answered (lying; it was good, but that didn’t mean it was fun—what was great was that it was over).

  He put the orange juice back and focused his attention on me.

  “You comin’ to the office after your shower?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  We’d made plans before I went out to run that I’d come in that morning and look at the space he rented me.

  “Good,” he muttered, moving to the coffee.

  “We didn’t have breakfast so I’ll bring Danish.” I changed my mind. “No, LaMar’s.”

  “Whatever you want,” he said, turning toward me.

  I moved into him, leaned up and kissed his jaw before I moved away, saying, “I’m just gonna shower and then—”

  I got turned and only a step in before an arm hooked around my belly. I was pulled back, pressed forward and ended facing where I usually sat on the counter eating the breakfast Ren cooked me.

  Arm still around my belly, his other thumb hooked into my running capris and yanked down.

  Holy crap.

  My inner thighs quivered.

  “Ren,” I breathed.

  “Hands to the counter. Spread your legs. Tip for me.”

  Oh God.

  Hot.

  I did as I was told. Ren’s arm at my belly slid down and his fingers curled in as his other hand slid up my chest to wrap around my jaw.

  His fingers hit the spot. My head flew back and hit his shoulder.

  His hand at my jaw kept it there as he buried his face in my neck.

  His fingers between my legs coaxed orgasm one out of me (nice).

  While I was still experiencing that, his hand at my jaw moved to between my shoulders as I heard his zipper. He pressed in, I bent, my ass moving back and up, and he slammed inside me, hard, fast, rough, doing this until orgasm two rocked through me (very nice).

  He barely finished driving into me through his orgasm before he pulled out and crouched low, dragging my workout capris the rest of the way down my legs in a way that I could not misinterpret.

  I did as he wanted and stepped out of them.

  Ren turned me and, hands at my waist, he lifted me and planted my bare ass on his counter, moving in so my legs were forced to part, his arms closed around me and we were tucked close.

  “Just sayin’,” he started when he caught my eyes, and my happy place did a happy spasm at the heat still in his eyes, “you need a fuckuva lot more of these outfits.”

  Told you I totally rocked my running duds.

  “Copy that,” I whispered, scratching that on my already very full agenda for the day.

  His eyes moved over my face and hair. “Your hair looks cute in that band, honey.”

  Yep. Going to Lucy for more running gear was going to happen post-new office inspection and pre-meet with Darius and Brody to see what they had on the situation with Smithie.

  Maybe I could get Darius and Brody to meet me at Lucy. It was an outside chance that Darius was such a badass, his skin might catch fire if he entered a woman’s clothing store without a woman he was fucking in attendance, but he loved me. Maybe he loved me enough to take that risk and help me multi-task.

  We’d see.

  It was then I noticed Ren’s hot eyes had gotten hotter just before his mouth moved to mine. “Been waitin’ a year to have that ass bared and sittin’ on my counter.”

  Yowza!

  A different kind of melty.

  “Now I gotta go to work. Kiss me, Ally,” he finished.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned in and kiss
ed him.

  Ren kissed me back, deep and wet. He broke the kiss, moved away and gave me a hot sexy grin as he let me go, but slid one finger over my bare hip, in and along at the inside juncture of hip and thigh then down my inner thigh.

  Another happy place spasm.

  I grinned at him.

  He leaned in for a touch on the lips, turned and walked away.

  I watched.

  Still grinning.

  * * * * *

  As I walked down the hall toward Ren’s office, I did it smiling.

  This was because I’d never been to his office and if the inside of the building was anything to go by, his space, as well as my space, was going to be the bomb.

  Holding a carrier with two of Tex’s coffees in one hand and a bag of LaMar’s in the other, I turned left at the tall, wood door with the burnished silver plaque at the side that said Zano Holdings Ltd. and juggled the bag as I pushed the fancy handle down.

  I was curious to see where Ren spent his days. But as I walked in, I didn’t look around his office.

  I looked at the woman behind his reception desk.

  Dawn was sitting there.

  Dawn.

  Dawn, Lee’s ex-receptionist.

  Dawn, who I hated because she hated me (and everybody, except Lee and his boys; until they were picked off by the Rock Chicks that was).

  Dawn, who got fired because she got caught on in-house surveillance badmouthing Jules while she was in the hospital after she got shot. Lee lost his mind, Luke lost his mind, and they dropped what they were doing in order not to delay in returning to the office and terminating her.

  Dawn, who, until that moment, I was certain had crawled into the dark, damp, inhospitable holes beautiful but exceedingly bitchy women retreated to when they got their asses whupped (even figuratively).

  Dawn, who was not hiding away in an inhospitable hole but instead sitting in Ren’s offices, glaring at me.

  “What the hell?” I whispered.

  “I heard you had a thing with Ren,” she snapped, totally still bitchy.

  “What the hell?” I repeated, louder this time.

  “I prayed it wasn’t true, but apparently God doesn’t listen to me,” she went on.

  “What the hell!” I shouted.

  “The only thing I can say is, I still have hope for Dom because everyone knows he has a wandering eye,” she kept at it.