Bed of Roses (Devil Savages MC)

by Harley McRide

  “I beat the fuck out of a little tramp who was rubbing up on the two men who were supposed to be mine. I’m done. I tried when I shouldn’t have. I’m just fucking stupid like you.” Rose threw a pillow at the wall.

  Terry’s eyes filled with tears. Rose felt remorse, realizing how wrong her verbal assault on her mother had been. For the first time, her mom was trying to be there for her. “Mom… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…”

  “I know, baby. And you are nothing like me. You’re smart, and a strong woman where I’m weak.” She pulled her in her arms and held her, letting her cry out the emotions that welled up in her. Tears of anger. Tears of pain. Tears of regret. The rest of the night, they stayed up and talked. When Rose fell asleep, she quietly stepped out. It was time she stood up and did something for her daughter. With her mind made up, she grabbed her keys and drove out to the clubhouse.

  *****

  Rose woke to the sound of voices. She squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the bedside clock. Eleven thirteen. Damn. She got up and changed out of the clothes she had worn last night and fell asleep in. She replaced them with her normal sweats and t-shirt and stepped out into the front room. It took a moment for it to dawn on her that Tonto and Sandman sat on her couch like it was an every day event. She blinked and shook her head, hoping it was a bad nightmare. “Rose.” Tonto stared at her. The room went quiet, waiting for her to say something.

  “What are you guys doing here?”

  “Tony and Blake dropped in to see you. Wasn’t that nice?” Terry patted the seat next to her. “Come sit with us.” Rose looked at her in disbelief, her temper waking her up faster than a pot of coffee injected intravenously.

  “I can’t deal with this right now.” Rose spun and went back to her room, locking the door behind her. Instead of them taking the hint and leaving like normal people would do, they stayed for another hour. When it was obvious she wasn’t coming out they finally said goodbye and Rose let out a sigh of relief.

  With it now after noon, she went in search of caffeine before her day was totally tossed to hell. Her mom sat waiting. Shit. “Honey, sit down.” Rose didn’t have the energy to argue, and plopped down on the couch, falling onto her back.

  “Mom. Don’t.”

  “Listen. I went and talked to them last night. They were here to apologize, baby, and you didn’t even give them a chance.”

  “You what! How could you?” Rose sat up.

  “I went to give them a piece of my mind and we started talking. They are both great men deep down, Rose. You need to give them another chance. Hell, I tried all my life to find one man even half as good as them and you have two. Look at all they’ve done for us, Rose. They brought by more groceries this morning even. We need this, and hell, face it, kid, you need your jobs back.”

  Rose flew off the couch. “Do you hear yourself right now? So glad the old mom came back to visit, and so soon! Fuck you.” She grabbed her keys and stormed off. Where she was going, she didn’t know. She drove. And drove. Finally, she pulled up at Heaven’s, but she wasn’t there. So, she went to Raven’s. Raven answered the door and invited her in. The two talked for most of the afternoon until Chief came home.

  “We’re in here, baby,” Raven hollered. He came in to the den with Tonto and Sandman right behind him. Rose’s heart stopped. She jumped up to leave, but didn’t get a chance. In three long strides, Sandman was standing right in front of her. Without saying a word, he reached in, grabbed her behind the neck, and kissed her. Rose tried to pull away, even stomping on his toe at one point but her old tennis shoes were no match for the hard leather riding boots he wore. Then Tonto was behind her, holding her arms on the small of her back and she was trapped. Sandman kissed her relentlessly, not backing off. His tongue pried her lips open and she went to scream at him but he swallowed them all, kissing the fight out of her. When he pulled back, he hoisted her over his shoulder with her feet kicking and her ass in the air, walking straight out the door.

  “Let me down you over grown asshole!” She bounced her fists off his back, but he didn’t seem to care. Tonto laughed behind them, reaching over to swat her across the ass when she thrashed around violently. “Ouch! Damn it, I don’t know who the hell you two think you are—”

  “We are your ol’ men, baby. Now, get your ass on the back of the bike or I’ll be forced to duct tape you to it.” Sandman sat her on her feet, shoved a helmet at her, sat her on the seat, and climbed on in front of her. He pulled away from the curb before she got a chance to try to run. Her arm jerked around his waist so she didn’t fall off, the helmet still in her other hand. She clumsily maneuvered it on her head, leaving the strap undone and held on. He sped down the road, weaving in and out of traffic effortlessly. Tonto was right behind them, keeping up like a champ. When they hit the county road that led to the clubhouse, they opened up the throttle.

  Rose clung on tighter, her hands wrapped around Sandman like a vise. Finally she gave up and just rode, allowing herself to enjoy the warm air blowing through her hair. When they pulled up to the clubhouse parking lot, she was once again hoisted up, onto Tonto’s shoulder this time, and was hauled through the main living area up the stairs. No one said a word as she bounced like a sack of potatoes, but the second they ascended, the room broke out in cheers. How embarrassing. Her body fell limp in defeat.

  Tonto sat her on the bed as Sandman shut and locked the door. They both blocked her path to the door, not like running was an option. “What do you want, Sandman,” her voice was tired. Once again, she had been emotionally drained and didn’t have the energy to bother arguing with them.

  “My name is Blake,” he growled.

  Rose’s eyebrow lifted. “Okay, Blake. What. Do. You. Want.”

  “Nothing. I have everything I want sitting in front of me.” He reached down and withdrew his blade, carefully running it up the length of her worn out t-shirt. The material fell to the sides, exposing her bra. He didn’t stop there. With precision, he used the tip to slice the cotton between her breasts allowing them to fall free.

  “No. Why are you doing this? Just stop.” She lowered her head in defeat. Tonto moved beside him and tilted her chin.

  “No. We know we hurt you and showed no trust but, baby, it's hard for us to give that. It took us awhile to realize in our heads what our hearts were already telling us. You have been ours since the first day you waited on us in the diner. I can't promise we won't make you mad to the point you will want to scalp us in our sleep, but I can promise you, there are not two men anywhere that will love and cherish you more than we do. We love you, Rose, and it’s time we show you.” His lips crashed down on hers, and she fell.

  How could she not. She knew they would have their ups and down but her life had always been that way, it was time to take a chance for just her, no one else. And these two men who were as rough and hard as they came, in her eyes were worth the effort, the pain, and the hurt she had gone through because what they were offering was something some never found—a lifetime of love. The last bit of sense she had left flew out the window at his tenderness, along with her pants and underwear that were cut off her. Sandman’s hands roamed her body in perfect contrast to Tonto’s kiss. Together, they worked her into a sloppy hot mess and pulled away.

  “What—” She didn’t get a chance to finish before Tonto grabbed her and hoisted her up into his arms. He carefully settled her in the middle while they undressed, taking her left side while Sandman took her right. Instead of the rough sex she had experienced with them before, they were gentle. One would kiss her while the other licked and sucked all over her flesh. Her hands sought out their cocks, stroking up and down their length simultaneously. Tonto took over her mouth, while Sandman licked her pussy. Over and over they took turns, working her higher and higher. When they finally entered her body, the world changed. They sandwiched her between them, holding her close as they see-sawed in and out of her body, twirling her into a sea of orgasms. One after another hit, rocking her body, mind,
and her heart. When they pumped their seed into her, everything became more clear than it ever had. “I love you both,” she whispered, lost in them.

  “And we love you, baby. You are as delicate as the Moonlight Rose, with a fire and fight that will always keep us on our toes. We’ve waited a lifetime for you.” Tonto kissed her cheek.

  “Raine. That’s perfect. We can tell everyone you made blood rain down or something to make it sound less mushy than it is, but now you are officially a Savage. Our Savage.” Sandman winked. Rose thought about it, loving that Tonto had given her something that was so dear to him. She loved her new road name more than she could express.

  “I love it.” Emotion clenched her throat.

  Once they had cleaned her up, they talked. For hours, the two macho, egotistical assholes revealed parts of themselves Rose was sure no one had heard before. She laughed. She cried. She got angry at the shit they had been put through. And although they had a lot more nights of talking to do, she wanted nothing more than to love her men—her two infuriating, confusing, asshole, loving, caring, passionate men.

  *****

  When Rose woke the next afternoon, sore in all the right places that made her aches and pains from that night a distant memory, dozens of pale pink delicate roses surrounded her. Tears formed in her blurry eyes. She carefully sat up and looked around. Instead of a note like she had gotten before, Tonto and Sandman stood propped in the doorway holding a tray of breakfast. She had to press her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Seeing the two of them do something so romantic was too much.

  “What? I knew we should have went with my idea,” Sandman grumbled.

  “No. You will never catch me in a damn apron, man. Sorry, Rose.” Tonto laughed.

  “But if nothing were under it… Rose, would you think it sexier if we were wearing nothing but an apron? Hot right?” Sandman pled his case. Rose lost it. She giggled at the mental image.

  “Yes. That would be definitely hot.” She grinned as they walked over to her, serving the biggest breakfast she had ever seen. “Wow…thank you, but you both are going to have to help me eat this. This is a ton of food.” She eyed the tray, stabbing a piece of fruit with her fork.

  “Good. Asshole here wouldn’t let me order while we were there,” Sandman mumbled.

  “And good thing! We wouldn’t have made it back in time if your fat ass would've ate. Plus, eating with Rose is better, don’t you think?” Tonto bickered back.

  Sandman grinned. “Yeah. It’s not the same without this hot little waitress delivering our order. Gerald sends his love, baby. I told him you’d be back in…to say hi.”

  Rose looked up, not sure what to make of it. “Do I still not get my job back?”

  “Nope. I’ll be damned if my woman is busting her ass like that again. If you wanna work, there are plenty of office positions or places at the flower shop you can do or fill in when ever you get bored. Otherwise, I want you close to us, baby.” Sandman’s chauvinistic ways was somewhat enduring. He meant well, and Rose felt blessed. To be honest, the idea of not killing herself working was a dream come true. Granted, she wanted to still have a place, but because she wanted to, not because she had to. Rose smiled at the irony.

  “So, I went from being your waitress, to having you bring me breakfast in bed. Wow. You know, in all of my fantasies, that was never an aspect. I like it.” She grinned.

  Tonto and Sandman chuckled. “Eat, woman. We expect a big tip after.”

  “Oh do you now? Well, I don’t have a hundred dollar bill to leave you, but I think I can come up with something.” She licked her lips teasing them.

  “Eat fast,” Tonto growled.

  *****

  Over the next few weeks, Rose had found herself for the first time in her life. Come to find out, the job her mother had landed was at an Indian smoke shop, or cigarette outlet as it was better known by, and owned by none other than the Savages. She had been moved into a better house and the kids were on track to a better life. Her mother had stayed true to her promise, taking over as the mother of the family. Rose still had the kids often at the clubhouse, but most of the time it was at the request of the guys who all wanted to see them.

  Rose worked doing multiple things for the Savages’ businesses, spending her days along side the group of people who had changed her life. Her nights were reserved for her men. She was nowhere ready to start a family despite how much they prodded and hinted, using Matty and Isabella as pawns to show their capabilities as fathers, but she knew when the time was right, they would make the best fathers the world had.

  With wedding plans set, Rose gazed across the landscape with a smile. She had the best friends a girl could have, her family back, and the two rough bikers of her dreams. Life was wonderful.

  Epilogue

  Yo Neg watched as Tonto and Sandman slipped their rings on Raine’s finger in front of the entire west coast MC family. He felt a tug at his heart, and looked around. All of the married brothers attending were holding hands or showing some sort of affection to their ol’ lady, reflecting on their own romance. For such a tough group, they all seemed to turn into sappy little bitches in front of his eyes. What ate at him the most was—he wanted that.

  He watched as Heaven stood by Raine's side, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her and then she winked at him. She had made the rounds with some of the guys including him, but unlike with the rats or the other bitches, he never felt satisfied completely after they fucked. He always told himself he wouldn't settle. Yo Neg wanted more. When the bride and grooms kissed and the ceremony was over he started through the crowd to congratulate the newlyweds. Now the real party would start in true club fashion. There would be booze and then the rats would show up in time for the brothers to get some action, him included. Damn, he wished they'd get some fresh meat in, he could use a change. That's what he liked most when they went on runs for the Devil Savages, he got the opportunity to try a different piece on the road.

  Yo Neg headed to the bar where Jake was bartending. "How's it going?"

  "Going," Jake answered back, handing him a shot of Jack and a beer. He threw back the shot, then grabbed the beer, popping the top, and leaning back on the bar to scan the area.

  "Hey, bro, see anything new?" Tonka nodded to Jake as he spoke to Yo Neg, grabbing his own beer and turning back to the crowd.

  "Should be about time for the rats to come in, we're going to have to be quick to snag one with all the visiting clubs here. Fuckers should have brought their own snatch with 'em." Yo Neg turned back to Jake asking for another beer when Tonka spoke.

  "I'd tap that if I didn't think Sledge would kill me in my sleep. Then again, it might just be worth dying for." Tonka watched as Sledge entered with a woman as fine as they came in his book.

  Yo Neg turned back to see who Tonka was talking about when he spotted Sledge and then looked toward the woman who was on his arm. He choked on his beer and Tonka slapped him on his back.

  "You okay, bro?"

  "What the fuck is she doing here?" His eyes had to being playing tricks on him, there was no way that was her, but as he stared it was as if she sensed him and she turned, looking directly at him with those deep blue eyes that saw everything. He was having trouble breathing and the bitch had the nerve to smirk at him. He furrowed his brows and glared back.

  "Bro, Sledge catches you eyeballing his baby sister and he is going to gut you. You know that right?" He could feel Tonka's eyes on him but he couldn't turn away from her.

  "Did I hear you say she is Sledge's sister?"

  "Yep, his baby sister. That is why he's late getting here. He had to pick her up at the airport. She just graduated and is spending a few months with Sledge until she goes back to live with his other sister and looks for a job." Tonka was looking at his brother, feeling as if he was missing something. "Why?"

  "Remember the girl a few months back I told you about from the run I made."

  "Yeah," Tonka answered not liking where this was going
.

  "It was her," Yo Neg said, breaking the link and facing his friend and brother.

  "Sledge, is going to fucking kill you."

  "Won't argue that possibility. ‘Might be worth dying for, brother’, is what you said. Well, I know it is," Yo Neg said as he started walking toward the woman, taking long strides toward his future or his death.

  Books by Harley McRide

  Ops Warriors MC

  Sharing Freedom

  Coming Soon: Book Two

  Devil Savages MC

  Bed of Roses

  Coming Soon: Book Two

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  Excerpt from Sharing Freedom

  Ops Warriors MC Book One

  By Harley McRide

  “F***,” Poke said and shifted a little as he watched Shady dance. “After the meeting I need some p****.”

  “Shit, you always need some p****,” Easy said and lifted the beer to his lips. Although he felt the same way, they hadn’t f***ed a woman for two days, and he needed a release in a bad way.

  “What club rat works tonight?” Poke asked Shady when she bent down to show them her tits.

  “Everyone,” Shady laughed and licked her lips slowly as she moved seductively in front of them.

  “Make sure they know Easy and I need our c***s taken care of,” Poke said and reached up and pinched her nipple hard. Shady moaned and nodded.

  Ted ‘Maxi’ Coul walked up to the table. He stared at the stripper across the room from them and frowned. “Where’d the new w***e come from?” he asked.

  Poke leaned around so he could see the other woman and he grinned. “Creed hired her. She came in last night.”