The Biker's Kiss : A Royal Bastards MC Holiday Novella

by Glenna Maynard

  I snort two more lines. My nose burns and my eyes water as euphoria travels through my brain. I drink my scotch, hoping to be able to stomach seeing Julie naked again. It’s pathetic that I have to get drunk and high to want to fuck her. I look over at her. Bound on the bed. My cock barely twitches at the sight. Shoving my chair back, I grip the edge of the table. My head feels swimmy. I shake the sensation off and go to her, undoing my pants to stroke myself in an attempt to get hard. I leave my pants to the floor of the cheap motel room and get into bed with her. She doesn’t budge and I flip the Tv on and rent a movie to get me in the mood to play with her.

  I watch the erotic film and touch myself. Now that I’m getting hard, I shake Julie to rouse her awake. “Wake up, bitch.” I go up on my knees and smack my dick across her face. “There you are,” I coo when her eyes pop open. “Did you really think you could ever leave me?” I laugh and remove the handkerchief I had tied over her mouth to gag her.

  “You know they’ll kill you for this,” she hisses.

  “Who, your biker trash?” I squeeze her face. “They’ll have to find us first. I would tell you to suck me, but I don’t trust you with your teeth. So you’ll just have to lay there for what I have planned.” I go in for a kiss and the dumb cunt tries to bite me earning her a punch to the face. She cries out and I get harder. “That’s it scream for me, Julie. No one can hear you.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to give you to a friend who will use you up. Put you to work in one of his whore houses overseas. You’ll be so drugged up you won’t know your own name.”

  “What did I ever do to you, Sam? What happened to you? This isn’t you. You aren’t a rapist or woman beater.”

  “You don’t know anything. Do you know all those times you woke up feeling like shit, it’s because I drugged you. Even let my old man fuck you a few times too while I watched.” Her face goes ashen and I smile. “That’s right. All those times you felt weird around him. Felt his eyes moving over your body. Every time he licked his lips while watching you, it was because he was remembering how you tasted. Personally, I don’t know what he found so appealing about your fat ass.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “Am I, Julie? Am I? You think long and hard about that.”

  “You’re sick.”

  “Enough of your mouth.” I ball the handkerchief up and shove it between her teeth. I won’t get to hear her scream but her muffled cries will have to suffice. I flip her onto her back and push her shirt up. “You always did have nice tits.” Her body jerks but she’s not going anywhere, and neither am I until I get what I came here for.

  To teach this cunt a lesson she’ll never forget.

  Chapter 13

  Roane

  “How the hell you ask a bitch to be your Old Lady and move in with you after one night?” Crawl shakes his head at me.

  “Brother, when you meet the one, you’ll understand.”

  “It’s true,” Link agrees with me.

  “Shit, does Pam have another sister?”

  “Nope.”

  “Of course she doesn’t.” He takes a drink of his beer then lights up a cigarette.

  Link’s cell phone rings and he frowns. “It’s Pam.” He grunts and shoves back from the table, answering her call. “You never call me. What’s wrong? Slow down I can’t understand you. What do you mean Julie disappeared?” He holds the phone out from his ear, and I jump up at his words.

  “What’s she saying about Jules?”

  “I’m putting you on speaker phone. Yeah. Roane is right here. Go slow and talk clearly.” He puts it on speaker, and we all listen in.

  Pam is hysterical and it’s hard to make out half of what she’s saying.

  “Julie walked outside, and she never came back.”

  “The fuck you mean she never came back. Where are you?” I growl.

  “Your apartment. I was in the bathroom and she was taking something to the dump. She said she’d be right back her purse and keys are here.”

  “What about her cell phone?”

  “I tried calling it but no response.”

  “Fuck. We’re heading that way now.” I look at Sleeper. “Get someone to that apartment and see if that fucker left town.”

  “On it,” he says, pulling his phone out.

  “I’ll let Prez know,” Crawl starts down the hall to Murder’s office.

  “I told Pam to get Jules’ cell number to Prodigy. He’ll find her.”

  Murder comes rushing out of his office. “Let’s go get the son’bitch.” He’s thinking the same as I am. Her ex made a move. One that is going to cost him his life.

  My brothers and I ride out. Some to my place. Some are going to scout locations he may have taken her to. I don’t know why but something tells me he hasn’t left the area with her. It’s a gut feeling I have.

  When I get to my apartment Pam rushes into Link’s arms snotting around. I don’t pay her no mind. I am eager to pull up the security footage in the shop. I have cameras on the front and inside, but I also have them monitoring the back door to my business and my apartment. It doesn’t take me long to find what I want. On one of the back cameras I see everything. Jules’ hurrying down the steps with a plastic bag. As she is throwing it away the fucker jumps her from behind and drugs her before she has a chance to fight back or cry for help. I watch powerlessly as he drags her to his car. The way it’s parked I can’t see the tags, but I know the make. I fire off a text to Prodigy.

  My phone rings back immediately with a call from him. “What you got?”

  “Got a ping on her phone. South side of the city. I’d bet my life he took her to Super 8.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  “Anytime. Go get your…” I end the call before he finishes. I’m already walking out the door.

  I lift my chin to Link. “Super 8, south side.”

  Pam tries to come with us, but Link tells her to stay put. “That’s my sister! This isn’t the time for your macho club shit. I need to be there.”

  His gaze snaps to her. “Woman, stand your ass down so we can do what needs to be done. Don’t make me spanks your ass. You won’t like the act of it this time.”

  Pam’s mouth snaps shut for once. She knows her man means business. We don’t need her coming along and being all hysterical. We don’t know what we’re riding into.

  Murder joins up with us on the ride over along with Viking and Crawl. This motherfucker is going to regret the day he ever messed with what’s mine. I roll to a stop a block away. I don’t want the prick to know I’m coming though if he were smart, he’d be expecting me.

  “This is your rescue, son. We’ll follow your lead,” Prez tells me and I give him a chin lift.

  Our group enters the lobby of the motel and the short, fat, balding man swallows hard. “I don’t want no trouble.”

  “There won’t be any as long as you tell me what I want to know. I need the room number for a Sam Mueller.”

  “I’m not supposed to give that out.”

  I take a step forward and so do my brothers.

  The man shrinks back. He clicks something on his computer. “Room 115.” He slides a door key across the counter and Link pulls out his wallet. He tosses a few hundreds on the counter.

  “Thank you for your time. You never saw us. Understood.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Never saw you.” He hurries to slip the money in his pocket.

  It doesn’t take long to find the room. It’s down the hall on the first floor. My first instinct is to the kick the door down. Rage fills me when I hear moans echoing from the room.

  “Easy, brother. Could be the wrong room,” Murder tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

  “Harder,” a voice filters through the door followed by an even louder moan.

  I shake my head and listen closer. “It’s not her.” I insert the plastic card into the door and when the green light flashes, I push it open.

  I go in fir
st followed by my brothers, I draw my handgun from my boot and train it on Sam. I recognize him from the security footage. He’s naked from the waist down, wrestling on the bed with Jules. A porno flick is playing on the Tv. Sick fucker is going to meet his end at my hands. Her knees draw back and she kicks him in the stomach. The two of them haven’t even noticed the rest of us filling the room. Sam rolls off the bed and I step over him and press the barrel between his brows.

  “Don’t move, you sorry sack of shit.”

  “Fuck you. Do it. I’m dead either way.” He must be talking about his debt to the cartel.

  “You don’t get to take a coward’s way out.” I nod to Viking and Crawl to restrain him. They get ahold of him while I tend to Jules. He’s put his hands on her again and just for that I’m going to make his death very slow and fucking painful. I’ll drain the life from him so damn slow he’ll pray for my mercy but never receive it.

  Chapter 14

  Julie

  Roane caresses my cheek and I flinch at his light touch. It’s been a few days since Sam kidnapped and attacked me. He left me with a busted, lip, bruised cheek, and blackened eye. Once my man knew I was battered but okay I thought he was going to beat Sam to death. It took Murder, Crawl, Link, and Viking to pull him off him and then Link went after him.

  I don’t know what became of Sam, but Pam told me it involved a chain and a motorcycle. She also said they handled his father. Whatever happened I’m simply glad he’s gone—that they both are gone and that it’s over. He won’t be coming back, and Roane and I can move on with our lives. Maybe that makes me seem cold and unfeeling, but Sam had no love for me. He had no problem hurting me.

  I am only glad that my cell phone happened to be in the pocket of my hoodie and that Roane’s brother Prodigy was able to track it so quickly. If not for him I may not be here on the couch with my man. He’s been so attentive. So loving. Sweeter than I could have ever hoped for in a man.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  “I’m good. I have you. That’s all I need.”

  “You sure you’re up for the party tonight? Everyone will understand if you want to stay in.”

  “No way. I want to go. We need some fun. I’m ready to get to know the club and thank the guys who helped you rescue me.”

  Roane smiles and gives me a gentle kiss being careful not to hurt me. I’ve been a bit jumpy the past few days after what happened and the things that Sam said to me. I have no idea whether he was telling the truth or not. I keep telling myself he only said those things about his father to scare me. If I believe otherwise I will only spiral into a depression. I don’t want that. Some people might say it’s unhealthy to ignore it and try to forget what he said. Maybe it is but I only want to look to the future.

  I have a bright one ahead of me.

  “Good. Go get ready.” My sexy man gives my ass a squeeze.

  We haven’t had sex since the attack. I know it’s only because he worries about me, but I want him. I’m hoping if I get him relaxed enough, he will stop treating me like I am going to shatter whenever he touches me. I appreciate him being delicate and sensitive to my needs I do. But I have other needs too and I miss him.

  What can I say? I’m addicted to Roane.

  I pull his face back to mine and claim his lips. When he moves back, I gaze deeply into his eyes, and I know that he’s my forever. A part of me has always known he was my one.

  All it took for both of us was one kiss to seal our fate.

  “I love you, Roane.”

  “Love you too, baby doll.”

  I go to the bedroom and lay out my clothes on the bed. My sweet nutty sister unpacked everything for me. She was feeling guilty because she was here when Sam grabbed me but neither of us had any way of knowing he would show up and do what he did. In the bathroom I get the shower ready and undress.

  I’m not under the spray of water long before my man is stepping in behind me. “Holy shit, woman. What are you trying to do melt my balls off? Fuck that’s hot.”

  “It’s not that hot.”

  “The hell it isn’t. Satan himself would be sweating.”

  “You don’t have to showier with me,” I point out, but I adjust the temperature a smidge.

  “And miss out on seeing you all soaped up and naked. Not happening. I’ve missed you, Jules.”

  “I’ve been right here. You’ve not left my side,” I remind him. He’s been hovering over me like a helicopter and I’ve loved every second of it.

  “No, I’ve missed this.” His arm snakes around my waist, his hand dropping down to my pelvis.

  “Oh.” I smile when his fingers tease at my clit.

  “Yeah. Oh. Need you, baby doll.” I hope he gives me a big O.

  “You’ve got me, Roane. Always and forever.”

  “I want us to make it official.” His lips meet the back of my neck

  “We just moved in together.”

  “What’s that got to do with it?”

  He has a point. “Not a damn thing.” I turn into him, seeking his mouth out. “Let’s do it.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  My man comes alive, pushing me up against the tiled wall of the shower. Roane comes at me hard and fast, tongue plunging deep in my mouth, greedy and sexy. My man makes love to my mouth with his kiss. A kiss that promises me one thing—forever.

  **

  Three months later

  “What’d you want to tell me, baby doll?” Roane stares up at me as I straddle him on the couch.

  “That you were right.”

  “Hmm…” he grunts. “I’m always right.”

  “Are you now?” I roll my hips.

  Roane reaches around me to squeeze my ass. “Fuckin’ love your ass, Jules.”

  I lick my lips and move in closer to whisper in his ear. “There’s one thing in particular you were right about.” He shifts his hips and thrusts his growing erection upward, rubbing it through his sweatpants up against my crotch. “Stop distracting me. I’m trying to be serious.”

  “You’re the one being all tempting in these tight ass pants, woman. Now tell me what I was right about.”

  “So bossy and demanding.” I lick the shell of his ear and he chuckles.

  “You call me distracting. You love to torture me.”

  “Hmm. Where was I? Oh yeah. I wanted to tell you that what you said about your swimmers being strong…you were right.” I lean back so I can get a good look at his face when he realizes what I just revealed to him. He stares at me for a hot minute and blinks twice. Then it hits him and his lips fan into a gorgeous smile. One I know that is only for me.

  “You saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “Yeah, honey. I am. We’re pregnant.” I’ve barely gotten the words out before his mouth is on mine.

  Roane pulls back and I feel breathless. Every time I kiss him its magical, just like the first time. After things died down and we settled into life as a couple, Roane and I tied the knot on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of our first kiss. The day he told me something I had forgotten about until he reminded me in his vows. “I swore I’d be your first and last kiss, Jules. I was the first man to ever kiss you when you were fifteen and I’ll be the last when you’re old and gray. I promise I’m going to cherish and love you for all of my days.” Then he kissed me, and the preacher yelled at him for jumping ahead of the ceremony.

  “God, you make me happy, woman.”

  “I can make you even happier if you take me to bed.”

  “Let’s test that theory.” He shifts to carry me to bed when a knock sounds at the front door then my sister let’s herself in. “Thought I told you to start locking that door,” he grumbles.

  “Oops.” I slide down his front.

  “Am I interrupting?” Pam shoots Roane a cheeky grin knowing damn well and good she is.

  “Go home, Pam,” he barks, and I smack at his chest.

  “Don’t be rude. I want to share this moment with my sis
ter.”

  “Uh, no offense, Jules. I know I joke around and shit, but I am not joining you two or watching.”

  “Eww fuck no,” Roane growls.

  “I’m pregnant,” I tell her, and she squeals coming at both of us for a hug as she starts to cry.

  “I’m going to be an Auntie?”

  “Yeah but get gone so I can get back to what I was doing before you interrupted.” Roane loves my sister, honest, but she drives him bat shit because she pops up all the time at random hours. He might as well get used to it. She is only going to get worse once the baby comes.

  “Fine. I know when I’m not wanted. I only came by to see if Roane wanted in on the bet the guys got going.”

  “And what bet would that be?” he questions her.

  “Oh…only that Wylla Mae is eighteen and graduating high school soon…we have a pool going to see how long it takes East to break.”

  “Ya’ll, that is so damn mean. You ain’t even right.”

  Pam shrugs and Roane says, “What dates you got left and what’s the buy in?”

  I shake my head at both of them, but I love them more than anything. “Fine. I am going to call it now and say one month after she’s out of school they become a thing officially.”

  Pam smirks at me and Roane chuckles.

  “See. You are one of us.” My sister giggles and hugs my neck.

  Roane places his bet and shoves her out the door daring her to come back until at least three days have passed.

  “Why three days?”

  “Because that’s how long I plan on keeping you naked in bed.”

  “Oh, I like that. I like it a lot.” I start sauntering toward the bedroom, shedding my clothes along the way so my man can make good on his promise and oh does he ever.

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed this fun holiday novella that centered on Roane and Jules. I wanted this story to serve as an introduction to the characters of my chapter of the Royal Bastards MC, Charleston West Virginia. Lady & the Biker is coming your way soon. It is a full-length novel. I cannot wait to share East and Wylla Mae’s journey with you. Until then I have included a sneak peek of their book, I hope you enjoy it. If you loved reading about Roane and Jules, I hope you consider leaving a review.