Blood Of A Rebel (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 9)

by Glenna Maynard

  Morgan doesn’t even flinch as I get back in bed and wrap my arms around her. The girl is out like a light.

  Chapter 6

  Miracle

  Coming to, a hard body is pressed up against mine. I smile. Cole. We must have fallen asleep. Not wanting to open my eyes yet, I just lay here enjoying his arms being around me a bit longer. A girl could get used to this.

  Sleeping overnight with Cole is another first for me. I’m looking forward to lots of firsts with him. After we talked and he didn’t think I was a complete nutter about dating, I feel better. I suspect he gets me.

  Unable to ignore the pressing of my bladder any longer, I shift, attempting to ease out of Cole’s hold without disrupting his sleep.

  A muscular arm tightens around me and hungry lips press against my temple, telling me, “Good morning.”

  “Morning,” I whisper back, trying not to assault his nose with my morning breath.

  His other arm slides out from underneath me, but he’s not letting me up. Rolling over my body, he pins me to the bed, caging me under his arms, as each hand rests on either side of my face. “Where were we,” he teases, leaning down, and sucking on my neck.

  One of his knees presses between my legs, parting them for him.

  I hope he doesn’t push on my stomach, or else I’ll be pissing on his bed. As if I haven't embarrassed myself enough already.

  “I uh...I need to go to the bathroom,” I confess.

  He smirks deviously and continues what he’s doing. His fingers work at the button on my jeans.

  “I wanna see if you really did listen or if you were all talk, Morgan.”

  Shoving his hand away, I squeal. “I really have to pee, Cole.”

  “Do you trust me, Morgan?”

  I nod. I do trust him. So far, he hasn’t given me a reason not to.

  “Good. Be still.”

  I stop squirming and allow him to unzip my jeans. Inside I am dying. No guy has ever seen me naked. Hell, no guy has ever touched me there. I mean guys have grabbed my butt before when I was in high school but nothing remotely close to this.

  He pushes my shirt up over my navel.

  Warmth floods me as he kisses my exposed skin. Slowly, he peels my denim from my body, and I shiver seeing his hungry eyes land on my most intimate of areas.

  I feel exposed, raw and mostly…turned on.

  Cole dances his fingers over my thigh, teasing at touching me there. You know, there...my what my mom always called my butterfly. The thought makes me giggle. Cole’s eyes darken and thoughts of my butterfly and needing to pee are forgotten. I can only focus on his heated gaze and fiery touch.

  He keeps teasing, hinting at where he really wants to go. My legs kick on the sheets as his large hands grip my hips. His tongue trails across my tummy, coming dangerously close to the heart of my desire. His face is a few inches from my clit. Cole inhales deeply. “You smell amazing,” he all but growls. “Fucking perfect.” His thumb rubs over my clit, and I feel as though I may die.

  Shit, this is really happening. I sorta thought maybe I was having a dream, but when his breath hits my skin and his hand presses on my stomach, the urge to pee reminds me this is definitely the real deal.

  Those thick fingers part my pussy lips as his tongue darts out ready to taste me. His facial hair brushes over my clit, creating friction. My hips tilt up, dying for whatever he is planning to do. I don’t know what I’m doing, but my body sure does.

  Then it happens. Birds sing and the gates to heaven open. Cole caps his mouth over my bundle of nerves and hums against my sensitive skin. His tongue devours me, and I turn into a puddle of goo at his mercy. I hope to God, the wetness pooling between my thighs isn’t because I’ve pissed myself.

  His fingers slide against my slick heat and then he pushes one inside me. It hurts, but what a beautiful ache it is.

  I am unraveling from the inside out under his affection and attention. Now I understand why Bridgette makes such a fuss about sex. This shit is fantastic!

  My hands work their way into his hair, tugging his face closer, needing more. So much more.

  His finger works in and out, repeating the rhythm, as I grind against his face.

  That skillful tongue of his flicks, licks, and pleasures my heated flesh.

  The sound of my legs thrashing on the bed and the moaning of his name erupting from my lips fills the room.

  Pressure builds in my core, and I yank his hair harder. Cole looks up at me through hooded eyes. Damn, that right there is sexy. Sexiest thing I have ever seen. Him between my legs worshipping my body. Sweet lord, I could die right here underneath this beautiful man.

  Tightening around his curled finger as he takes me to another world, I shatter.

  “Did you just cum?” he asks breathily, and I cover my eyes as my cheeks blush.

  Cole’s mouth assaults my pussy again and he makes me feel on top of the world.

  Cole

  Morgan coming apart beneath me and putting her trust in me is a feeling I don’t ever want to lose. We hardly know each other and it feels as though I’ve known her all my life. Which is crazy. I’ve never felt this pull to be with anyone like I feel toward Morgan.

  She’s in the bathroom now, and I’m in the kitchen trying to scrape together something to feed her. I want to take care of her. If my mom could see me she’d be shocked. I hated even fixing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself, let alone trying to fry an egg for a girl.

  The toast pops from the toaster, and I get it on the plate as I finish the eggs. Bridgette comes straggling from Rhy’s room looking worse for the wear. Her eyeliner is smudged and her hair is sticking up all over the place. “I didn’t sleep for shit,” she groans, sitting at the counter.

  “Rhy went to get coffee and donuts,” I tell her and she semi-smiles.

  Morgan emerges from the bathroom fresh faced, bright eyed, and bushy tailed. She's still high from the orgasm I gave her. Knowing I put that smile on her face and glow on her cheeks makes me feel damn good. I read some article once that said a full bladder intensifies an orgasm, now that I’ve tested that theory on Morgan, I know it’s true.

  “Hi,” she says, getting all shy again.

  I’ll break her from that soon enough. I plan on spending plenty of time with her. I’ll be breaking her out of her comfort zone.

  “You hungry?”

  “You cooked for me?” She asks, eyeing the plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

  I nod with a wink and she grins from ear to ear. “I’m starving.” She isn’t lying. The girl puts away four eggs and three pieces of toast within a few minutes.

  When Rhyner returns with coffee and donuts she eats two of them as well. I’m glad she isn’t one of those chicks who won’t eat in front of guys.

  “Anyone have plans today?” Rhyner asks, stealing a glance at Morgan's friend from the corner of his eye attempting to not be obvious.

  “Saturday is laundry day, but if you have a better idea...,” Bridgette says.

  “Any of you want to go watch that new antihero movie with the villains, tonight?” Rhyner suggests.

  “I’ve only been dying to watch it,” Morgan practically squeals.

  “Movies it is,” I decide.

  After everyone finishes eating I borrow Rhy’s car to drive the girls home. Morgan said her feet hurt, and I am happy for a few more minutes with her, even though I will be seeing her again tonight for the movies.

  Chapter 7

  Miracle

  Back at the dorms I’m fighting Bridgette for the shower. She always hogs the bathroom. “If you let me go first I’ll give you the dirty details on my night with Cole,” I attempt to bribe her.

  “Girl, please. I was in the next room. I could hear all the dirty details. Why do you think I didn’t sleep for shit?” She waggles her brows.

  “Ugh! Shut up. You’re just saying that to embarrass me.”

  She winks and slams the bathroom door shut with a laugh.

  “Bit
ch,” I mutter.

  “I heard that,” she singsongs as she starts the water.

  “Can you see me flipping you off?” I ask, but she’s already under the water or ignoring me, because I don’t receive an answer.

  Since my roommate is being a twat, I gather up my dirty clothes and head to the laundry room. There’s this cool as shit application I have on my phone that will tell me when my clothes are done so I don’t have to sit and wait.

  After loading two washers, I pull out my phone and call my sister, Dawn. I have to tell her about Cole.

  “Hey hot shot college girl, I was just about to call you.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes, I have news.”

  “Me too! But, you go first.”

  “Are you sitting down?” She asks, making me highly suspicious of the nature of her news. With my fingers crossed I hope she says she’s pregnant.

  “Hold on,” I tell her, as I go over to the chairs and take a seat.

  “I got a job offer that is bringing me, well Patrick and me back to Kentucky.”

  “That’s great. I miss seeing you.”

  “Jeez don’t sound so excited,” she groans.

  “I’m happy. I just thought maybe you were finally gonna have a baby.”

  “Well…I,” she hesitates.

  “You what!” I shriek.

  “I was going to wait until I saw you in person, but okay, I’m pregnant!”

  I nearly drop my phone. “Eek! Congratulations. I’m so fucking happy for you. How far along are you?”

  “Twenty weeks. It’s a boy. I’ve not told anyone else yet, so mouth shut, okay?”

  “Ugh, you know I suck at secrets. Can I at least tell Cole or Bridgette?”

  “You can tell her, but not your parents. I don’t want my dad hearing the news from someone else. Wait. Who’s Cole?” I can hear the smile in her cheery tone.

  “I met a boy. Okay he’s a man, a biker. Don’t tell anyone back home. You know how my dad gets all overprotective and how weird I feel about dating. But, I like him. I really like him,” I confide.

  I tell her about Cole, skipping the details about his skillful fingers and wicked mouth. We’re close but not sex talk close. Besides, I kinda like keeping the details about what we shared to myself. I feel if I go around telling everyone it will somehow cheapen the experience.

  My sister is happy I’m dating but gives me this whole spiel about dating a biker who isn’t a Black Rebel. I hate when she tries to mom me. I guess it's an older sister thing though. I'd probably do the same to Harley.

  After hanging up with Dawn, I get my laundry in the dryer and head back to the room to hopefully get a shower.

  When I get to the room Bridgette is sitting on her bed wrapped in her towel combing out her hair.

  I ignore her smug smirk and grab the shower I’m in desperate need of.

  I take my time, being sure to shave my legs with extra care. I almost always end up missing a spot or two. I don’t want Cole getting all sexy and rubbing a hairy patch on my leg or something.

  When I get out of the bathroom Bridgette is missing in action.

  I love her dearly but am glad for a moment to myself.

  My mind instantly flashes to Cole and our morning in his bed.

  If we become a thing, at least we will have the privacy of his own room to look forward to.

  This morning was wow, just wow.

  Going through the motions with a grin plastered on my face, I change into something comfy. We aren't going to the movies until later tonight.

  Dumping my notes out on my bed, I prepare to go over Professor Langley’s lecture on stained glass and social classes in medieval times. It’s not a favorite period of mine, but comes with the territory of the class. I’m more interested in teaching others to harness their inner artist and let out their feelings through their art, but the more knowledge I have under my belt the better.

  However, it isn't like I am studying to be a museum curator or anything.

  It isn’t long before I am bored and sketching Cole in my book.

  A ping from my phone interrupts me as I work on the bridge of his nose. Part of me gets excited thinking it might be him. It's only a notification from the laundry application. My clothes are dry.

  With a groan, I close my notes and slip my shoes on. As I am going out the door Bridgette comes through the door with Tilley hot on her heels.

  Tilley is a girl who lives a floor below us. She is a goddess when it comes to hair and makeup. Bridgette must have recruited her to help us get ready for tonight.

  Cole

  My phone keeps ringing with call after call from Harper. Having had enough I answer on her tenth attempt to call. “What?” I snap.

  “Hey you, about time you answered. Been missing you. When are you coming home?” Home isn’t anywhere near that crazy bitch.

  She must still be under the delusion that I’m going to be her pet on the side.

  “What do you want, Harper, I’m busy.”

  “You, of course. When am I going to see you? I miss you, babe.”

  Rubbing my fingers through my damp hair, I sigh. “You’re not. Thought you’d get the hint when I didn’t even say goodbye.”

  “I’m throwing a party tonight. Marek’s out on a run. I’m not asking Cole.”

  Gripping the phone tighter, I feel a pang of guilt. I should’ve cut her off before I left. Should’ve ended shit then.

  “Look, Harper. Shit...we had a good run, let’s leave it at that.”

  Her nasally voice screeches in my ear, “Are you dumping me!”

  “Harper, like I said, I’m busy. Let it go. I got shit to do. I’m on Marek’s orders,” I lie knowing she won’t question him. He’d knock her fucking teeth down her throat.

  “Yeah, well I hope your dick falls off.”

  Click. The line goes dead.

  “Good riddance,” I mumble, grabbing my jacket from the back of the couch.

  “Girl trouble,” Rhyner says with a grin.

  “Something like that. You ready to ride out man?”

  He gives me a chin nod and we head out the door to his car. We aren’t taking the girls to the movies until tonight. Rhyner’s Uncle, Porter has a job for us.

  Turns out Rhyner is the nephew of a member of another MC, Born Sinners. This will be my first time meeting him and it’s important this job goes off without a hitch. There's damn good money to be made. I’ve seen Rhy’s bank statement. Not only that, if I’m going to succeed in taking out Marek and the Devils Rejects, I’ll need their support.

  If I get brought in I won’t need to depend on the money I get for bringing in girls for Marek. That motherfucker stresses me out. Not to mention the grief I get from my mom for taking off. She thinks I’ve enrolled for the winter semester, hell so does Morgan, but school isn’t for me. It was a struggle to graduate high school. Fuck, they only gave me a diploma to get rid of my ass. I only passed my classes by riding Leslie Fletcher’s coattails.

  The Born Sinners operate out of Sunny Kentucky, but we’re going to their brother club in Piney Point, a town outside of Lexington. It’s so damn small you’d never find it listed on a map. They only have one street and one road.

  Pulling up outside the compound, I’m waiting for banjos to play and to hear the shrieking of a pig at any minute.

  If Hell were on Earth, I’m sure this place would own the zip code.

  There’s a few Harleys parked outside the old building. Looks like it may have been a courthouse, during its early days. Grey slab stone and barred windows makeup the front. A rebel flag hangs where the American flag may have hung once upon a time.

  At the doors, two armed men pat us down.

  Once we are given the all clear, I follow Rhyner through the lobby, where what appears to have been offices, now serve as apartments. A few doors are open revealing the inhabitants. The first door we pass is home to the pipe chasers-the club whores. I don’t know a helluva lot about the life, but I know easy pu
ssy when I see it.

  A sultry blonde licks her lips and winks at me. Giving her a brief nod, I keep walking. Not interested in the least.

  Up a set of wide stairs, what once housed a courtroom, is home to a bar.

  A few men are throwing knives at a dartboard in the corner. They don’t give me a second glance as I approach the bar behind Rhyner.

  He slaps a medium sized man on the back, on the center of the cross patch. “You got that job for me?”

  The gruff man turns and pulls him in for a handshake. “This the guy?” He’s staring at me, sizing me up.

  “Cole Johnson. This here is the toughest SOB you’ll ever meet. My Uncle, Porter.”

  The man eyes me, scratching his salt ‘n pepper facial scruff. “You got ID?”

  “Yeah, man.” I pull out my wallet and flash him my license.

  “California, hey. What brings you to my neck of the woods boy?”

  “Like the scenery,” I lie.

  He nods grabbing my wallet. “Yo, Tanner Check this kid out.” He tosses my leather to a man who is seated at the other end of the bar nursing a beer.

  Tanner grunts and leaves the room.

  “You come back clean, you can work for me. You come back dirty then my nephew here gonna lose a hand. I don't play around so don’t play me. Cut the shit. Why you in my house begging for scraps?”

  “Not begging for shit. I like to ride and need the cash, simple as that.”

  “You’re speaking my language. Follow me.”

  He leads Rhyner and me down a backset of stairs, passing through what I assume was once the Judge’s chambers.

  Downstairs is a storage room full of crates of moonshine and I assume weapons.

  Next thing I know, this Porter fucker is holding a gun at my temple. “I showed you mine boy, now you tell me straight up what in the fuck you are doing here. Rhyner says you showed up and about nearly blew his cover. We worked too fucking hard for some out of towner to come in and fuck our operation up.”

  Fuck me. Do I tell him the truth? What if he has a vendetta against the Black Rebel Riders’ and decides to use me as leverage in his game with the Devils Rejects? “Revenge,” I answer after surveying the room, my eyes landed on an interesting development—the moonshine in the crates has the letter BRR on the label. Black Rebel Riders’ MC Moonshine. I go with my version of the truth, leaving out certain details. I tell him about stopping off at the motel and the desk clerk sending me to Off the Hinges for a beer. I’m not ready for them to know who in the fuck I am just yet, if at all.