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

by Glenna Maynard

  “Cole?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart?” I rub my hands along the smooth skin of her back.

  “I’m in serious like with you.” Her words steal the air from my lungs. Her eyes hold me captive.

  I tangle my hands in her hair and bring her mouth to mine. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth to stop myself from telling her that I love her. My other hand grips her ass, as I thrust up into her again. Harder and faster I hammer into her sweet cunt, taking what I need, taking what she is giving me. I roll her to her back and spread her knees wide apart. I hook a hand under one bringing it up to rest on my hip.

  Morgan’s cheeks are flushed as her mouth forms a perfect, sated O. That look is all for me. I feel her walls tighten and contract, as she gets off, that’s all it takes for me to find my own release and then I fuck up. I fuck up bad and the words fall from my lips as my cock twitches and jerks inside her. “I love you, Morgan,” I confess as I cum deep in the pussy that owns me without a condom. Fuck.

  I hardly know her. This is fuckin’ crazy.

  Rhyner

  Waking up, I’m all hot and sweaty. Bridgette’s hair is caught under my arm. Twice. Two times now, two nights in a row, this chick has slept in my bed. I never let bitches stay the night, ever. I don’t know how I feel about it to be honest. When she walked in the other night with Cole, I was hoping like hell, she wasn’t his. For the first time in a long fucking time, I find I want to get to know this girl. I got close to a chick one time and she disappeared. I loved her, I still love Gailene. And yet, part of me knows I’ll never get her back. Even if I find her, she won’t come back as the same person, if she comes back at all. Sure, I’ve been with other women. Hell, I never slept with Gail, we were kids. However, I won’t rest until I get answers, until I find her, dead or alive.

  I won’t stop looking, but I can’t help but be drawn to Bridgette, fuck, she makes me smile. She makes me laugh…she makes me hard. My cock stretches, yearning to slide between the cheeks of her ass that is inches away. You’d think my dick would be sore after the workout she gave it last night, but the motherfucker is standing tall, ready to party. Fuck it.

  Rolling to my side, I wrap my arm around her, pulling her warm body into mine. She moans, but doesn’t wake. Palming her tit, I massage it. My dick presses against the thick globes of her ass, seeking entrance. I roll her rosy bud between my fingers until it hardens into a pebbled point.

  “Mmm…morning.” A lazy smile stretches across her face, but her eyes remain closed.

  “Morning,” I murmur against her neck, placing a small kiss at the base where there is a freckle. She wiggles her ass, and the head of my dick pushes between her cheeks, brushing against her pussy, Goddamn, she’s already wet.

  “Now this is definitely a good way to wake up.” I smirk as she reaches around and takes my dick in her hand, guiding me into that sweet pussy. I slide in like a perfect fit, too perfect. A scary perfect. I feel a connection with Bridgette. A connection that has the power to destroy. A connection I’ve only felt one other time in my life.

  Miracle

  I wake up to my phone blaring from the floor, next to Cole’s bed. Shit! I wipe my eyes and attempt to read the screen. It’s my dad. Damn. Triple damn. I forgot he wanted to meet for lunch today. I flop back on the pillow and look to my right. Cole isn’t here. I sigh. Last night was amazing. Better than amazing. I ignore the ache between my thighs and struggle to get awake.

  Fighting a yawn, I answer my phone when it rings again. “Lo,” I mumble.

  “Hey, baby girl, late night?” My dad asks.

  “Something like that.” I rub my fingers over my lips, remembering Cole’s touch…his taste…his declaration. Words he couldn’t have possibly meant.

  “I’ll be at your dorm in less than an hour. Thought I’d take you out for some real food.” My eyes pop open with his words. Fuck! I gotta get home. I need to wash away the night before, as much as I don’t want to. I wish I could stay wrapped up in Cole’s sheets, cocooned by his smell.

  “See you soon, princess.”

  “Bye, daddy,” I say, ending the call. Using the sheet for cover, I get up from the warmth of the bed and search for my clothes.

  Cole chooses the moment I’m pulling my jeans on to return. He’s holding coffee and a croissant. Sweet.

  “Hey,” he says, stepping into me and placing the food he brought on the dresser. “Where you off to?”

  “Lunch with my old man. You want to meet him?” I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth. And judging by the expression on Cole’s face, he definitely isn’t interested. Shit, it’s too soon. We just had sex and I invite him to meet my dad! What’s wrong with me? “Kidding!” I shout out, my voice cracking. He’s probably planning his escape and waiting for the perfect moment to delete my number.

  “Not today, maybe some other time.” He surprises me.

  “Really?” I ask, buttoning my jeans.

  He tilts my chin up, with those torturous fingers. His eyes hold me captive. “Really.” He smiles, and I beam back at him. “Morgan, I know what I want. I want you.”

  My breath catches in my throat. We’re moving fast, but I don’t want to slow down. “You do?”

  His mouth comes down on mine, his fingers thread through my hair, and his other hand grabs the slope of my neck, gliding over my shoulder and to my boob. He palms my breast, rubbing his finger over my nipple and I moan.

  “Love those little sounds you make for me, baby. Sounds like the purr of a kitten.”

  “Cole…I gotta go. I don’t want to, but my dad will be at my dorm any minute.”

  He kisses my forehead and releases me. “I’ll call you tonight,” he says before bending down and retrieving my shirt, (if you can call it one) from under the edge of the bed.

  I reach for the scrap of fabric, but Cole holds it tighter. “Let me.” I nod and he ties it around my neck and my back. Those sweet lips find mine again. His tongue plunders my mouth, making me weak in the knees.

  I want nothing more than to fall back into his bed and never leave.

  “I’ll drive you home,” he offers.

  I nod and follow him to the living room. A low moan floats down the hall from Rhyner’s room and I giggle. I guess Bridgette will make it home, eventually. I’m happy I am going to see my dad, but dang, I am a little jealous right now that she gets to stay, and I have to rush off.

  Downstairs, I wrap my arms around Cole as we pull out on his motorcycle. He’s one of the only men I’ve ridden with other than my old man. We make it to my dorm, much too soon. He doesn’t shut his bike off or make an effort to get off at first. He turns into me. “I’ll call you.”

  “Yeah, you call, and maybe I’ll answer,” I tease, all the while knowing nothing could keep me from answering his call.

  His brows arch with a smug smile. His glasses fall down on the bridge of his nose, and I fight the urge to push them back in place. “You’ll answer.”

  “Maybe.” I kiss him, softly. With that I pull away and float toward my building without looking back.

  It’s merely seconds before Cole is on me again, grabbing my ass, and kissing me deep. His tongue tangles with mine, minty and smoky in taste. “One more for the road,” he murmurs against my mouth, before kissing me once more.

  “Bye, Cole.”

  “Later, kitten.”

  “Kitten!”

  “Yeah, you were purring for me like a sexy kitten last night.”

  I shake my head, not wanting him to know how much I enjoy him calling me that.

  Romeo

  Fucking hell, Rebel and I have been sitting across the street watching for Miracle to show for the past forty-five minutes. I hate stakeout shit. Too old for this bullshit. My kids are grown and I’m fucking happy about the fact too. Rebel, the sorry bastard, got one out of the house, but has three to go. I grin watching a motorcycle pull up and seeing her on the back. You can take the girl outta Drag Creek, but you can’t take the Drag creek outta her.
r />   “Motherfucker,” Rebel curses, flipping the butt of his cigarette to the ground.

  I get off my bike. “Wanna kick his ass, daddy?” I chuckle.

  “Fuck off,” he growls, following me across the street.

  “How you wanna play this? We hanging back, or you charging in?”

  His hand smacks my chest. “Let’s wait a minute.”

  “Damn, I was hoping to kick some ass.”

  Rebel shakes his head and watches with a horror-stricken face as the redhead guy driving the motorcycle sucks his daughter’s damn face off at the door to her building. His hands trail down her back and cup her ass, squeezing. Daddy’s girl ain’t so little anymore. My chest squeezes tight, as I realize that the little girl who once called me daddy is becoming a woman. In my eyes, she’s still that little girl who would fall asleep on my chest. I didn’t raise her, but I feel that shit deep in my bones.

  Miracle lingers by the door watching her boyfriend get on his motorcycle and my chest squeezes again. He’s riding an Indian, an Indian that belonged to someone I used to know. I know that paint job. I recognize that skull with the snake coming out of its eye. Goddamn. Fuck me running. I swallow hard as the guy drives off, his red hair blows with the wind. I’m struck with the strangest sensation…like I know him somehow.

  Chills creep up my spine. The past just kissed the future.

  Colt…

  “Brother, we got a problem.”

  Chapter 12

  Harper

  My fingers curl and ball up into fists. My nails bite into my skin, so hard I draw blood. Cole thinks he can play me for a fool. Seeing the bitch he took out last night getting on the back of his motorcycle, confirms one thing. Cole will pay and so will she. No one makes an idiot out of me. Especially not one of my many pets. Dumb bastard thinks he’s special. Thinks he has a magic cock. Fuck that. The only thing magical will be when I slit his whore’s throat after I break her.

  I followed him last night on his double date. I watched and waited for the perfect opportunity to rain on his parade, but it never came. I’ll allow him a little fun, for now. But, soon…very soon, I’ll remind him of who owns him—me.

  Pulling out my phone, I use for contacting my pets, I call my old man. “Where are you?”

  “Slurp. Mhmmm, yeah baby, suck my cock. Just like that.” The phone shuffles. “What do you want, dear wife?”

  Two years ago, hearing that my husband is with another woman would have devastated me. Not now though. Now, I am too numb to feel anything where my cold-hearted husband is concerned. I gave up on meaning anything to him a long time ago. Instead, I became the bitch I am today. One with a steel cage around her heart. A woman who takes what she wants from whomever she pleases. Fuck love. Love is for pussies.

  Marek showed me his definition of love at the end of his fist. I learned early into our marriage to keep my mouth shut and give him what he wants. If I’m good, he rewards me with pets and playthings. Some might argue that people aren’t property, pets, or toys. I, however, beg to differ.

  I wasn’t always like this.

  I wasn’t always such a cynic.

  “I’m busy, what do you want? Fuck, yeah take my cock down your throat, sweetheart.”

  “Nothing. I was just wondering if you were going to have dinner with me tonight, or if I could do my own thing.” I tap my fingers against the steering wheel of my Audi, waiting for an answer.

  “I’ll be late. Still held up in Missouri.” He grunts and lets a hiss out. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s getting off.

  “Okay, later then.” I smile, happy to be free of his presence a while longer. I end the call and drive home. Time to set my plan into motion.

  When I first laid eyes on Cole, I thought maybe he could be the one to end Marek. I thought I could make him fall for me and use it to my advantage. Seems I read California entirely wrong, or perhaps I didn’t push the right buttons.

  I call Will. “Hello, gorgeous. What brings your voice to my line,” he answers coolly.

  “I need that file Marek had you put together on California.”

  He sighs. “I like you, but I like my balls more.”

  “Come on, I always reward you.”

  “Harper, I don’t like going behind my man’s back. Shit doesn’t sit right with me. I’m under strict orders here. My hands are tied.”

  “Your hands will be the least of your concern if I don’t get that file.”

  “Not gonna work, sweetheart. You’ll have to try harder than that. You know where to find me.” Click.

  The bastard has the nerve to hang up on me. Me!

  Looks like the girl will have to do. Cole can’t be with her all the time. I’ll see to that.

  I put in a call to the one person who will never let me down. “I need you. Come quick.”

  Chapter 13

  Bridgette

  “So, tell me something about yourself, Rhy.”

  “What do you want to know?” He grins, resting on his elbow next to me. His dark hair is ruffled, from rolling around in the bed all night and morning with me. I fight the urge to run my fingers through the feathery soft strands that are spiked out.

  “Hmm…” I scoot up against the headboard. “Where are you from?”

  “Around.”

  I roll my eyes. “Lame. What’s your favorite color?”

  He brushes his finger along my jaw and I blush. “That, right there. The pale shade of red that fans across your cheeks when you get flushed. That’s my favorite color.” The line is cheesy but sweet.

  “Tell me something real. I’m trying to get to know more than your body here.”

  “I thought you liked my body,” he says with a cocky glint in his heated eyes.

  “It’s alright, I guess.” I shrug and move to pick my discarded clothes up from the floor.

  Rhyner’s strong arms cage around my waist and he pulls me back into bed. His facial scruff brushes across my shoulder as he places a single kiss there, holding me tight against him. “Where ya off to, B?”

  “Home. I have studying to do. Because I have an early class tomorrow. I need to shower and…” The rest of my sentence is lost when claims my mouth again.

  “That real enough for you,” he murmurs between kisses and I melt. Fucking melt.

  “It’s a start. So tomorrow, when I’m in class, what will you be doing?”

  “Church.”

  “Church? Really?” I shake my head.

  “Not that kind of church.” He bites his swollen bottom lip, and I smile knowing its swollen due to all the kissing we’ve been doing. “This stays between us. I’m not sure what your friend knows about Cole, if much at all, but I belong to a motorcycle club.”

  “Ugh God,” I say with a groan.

  Rhyner’s nose scrunches up. “What’s that about? You got something against MC’s?”

  “Is Cole…is he a part of this club too?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “It’s just that Morgan, her dad…well um he’s the vice president of the Black Rebel Riders’ MC.”

  “Fuck,” he snarls, tensing next to me.

  “You ahh, you know of them?”

  “Fuck,” he repeats.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” I start for my clothes again.

  “Shit! Damn,” he curses going for his own clothes.

  This must be bad, but I sit back and enjoy the sight in front of me as he pulls his jeans up. How did I not notice how fucking hot as balls sexy this dude is? Maybe it was the fact that I was too busy getting my freak on with him to pay attention. I study his tattoos as he scans the room for a shirt. He has a devil’s face tattooed on his neck. It’s terrifying; looks like it was inked straight out of hell. It completely clashes with the heart and dagger on his left pec. On his back is a beautiful cross with angel wings sprouting from it.

  My view is obstructed when he slips a shirt over his head. “I hate to be this guy, but I need to take you home, now.”

  “Is everything ok
ay?” I don’t know much about the biker life, Morgan has always kept that separate. But, I know enough to sense that something is way off here.

  “Yeah, no. Fuck. I gotta go. I need you to get your clothes on and no matter what you do, don’t mention shit all about this conversation to Morgan. Get me?”

  “Is Morgan in trouble? I mean, is this going to be a problem?”

  “Fuck, I hope not.” He sighs and runs his hand over his head with worry heavy in his eyes. “It’s imperative right now that you keep this between us. I can explain later. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

  “Um…yeah, sure.” I smile, but even I know it’s weak.

  Rhyner crosses the room and kneels next the bed. He cups my face softly. “Look, I’m dealing with some shit. It’s club business, and I’m sure you don’t really understand what that means, but I need you to listen to me and do as I say. I know you have questions, but they have to wait.”

  My hand trembles as I reach out to touch his lips. “I like you, Rhy.” Chill bumps spread across my skin. “But, you’re kind of freaking me out here.”

  “Listen, there are times that I have to deal with bad people and other clubs. I have business with Morgan’s dad’s club. I just don’t want the two worlds to collide. I’m not sure how her old man will take to her being involved with Cole. He’s—him and I are on opposite sides of her dad for the time being.”

  “Shit,” I reply, unable to believe the lousy luck.

  “Shit is right, B.”

  His lips touch mine briefly with the whisper of a kiss.

  “Get dressed.”

  “You’re not gonna hurt Morgan’s dad or anything, are you?”

  “No, nothing like that.”

  I let out a relieved breath and smile meekly. That makes me feel better, slightly. However, I am still telling Morgan about this shit. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?

  Cole

  “Yeah, man what’s up”

  “Where are you?”

  “Just stopped off at the Chevron station, getting gas then headed to see Harper.”

  “Stay there. I’m on my way. Do not leave, you hear me, man?”