This time there’s no stopping my release, and I feel her shatter around me at the same time. We cum together, our mouths still kissing, our hands still grasping and our hearts beating rapidly as one.
“I don’t want to leave you tomorrow,” she whispers, her voice shaking with sudden sadness.
I don’t want her to either.
Chapter Fourteen
Veronica
Security surrounds the stage. I have nothing to worry about as there are Savage Angels and Kings of Korruption at least four deep in front of them. Apparently, they’ve bonded, thanks to my little fiasco in the ladies’ room. No one is going through all of them to get to The Grinders.
I’m wearing jeans, boots, a black Grinders t-shirt and my hair is loose around my shoulders. A new look for me, but going by the look Gear gave me when we met before the show, I’m rocking it. I look to my left and see the old ladies of the Kings of Korruption and to the right, the Savage Angels women. We have the front row to ourselves.
“You okay, babe?” asks Gear from behind me.
You would think from the grin that seems to be permanently plastered on my face that he would be able to tell. “I’m better than okay.”
The returning grin turns my insides to mush and I instinctively grab his face and kiss him. It’s a passionate, tongues dueling, sending heat to all the right places kind of kiss. When I finally break it, his eyes tell me I’ve started something and I’m tempted to abandon the concert altogether to finish what I’ve started.
“That’s enough you two!” yells Laynie with a cheeky grin on her face.
I give Gear a quizzical look. “How does she know?” Gear shrugs, shakes his head and I turn back around.
Truth takes the stage, rock star personified, black leather pants, mesh top, exposing his tattoos and well defined torso. The roar of the crowd is deafening.
He struts up to the mic, center stage, grins and yells, “Are you ready to rock!”
I thought the crowd was loud before but the answering roar that emanates back to him is ten times louder.
Truth smirks. “Let me introduce, the big man on sax, Blair!”
Yells and wolf whistles greet Blair, he’s six foot six of black muscle, yet he does a simple wave, looking slightly embarrassed as he takes his place.
“Let’s give it up for Jasmin!”
Jasmin is tall, leggy and wearing the shortest skirt possible without showing off what the good Lord gave her. She waves and poses seductively behind her keyboards.
The introductions continue, Truth saves Kat for last, as she’s always been the crowd favorite. Kat walks on stage and the crowd goes wild. More than one Savage Angel member gives her an ear-piercing whistle. She too is wearing a short skirt; the mirror image of Jasmin except Kat is all in black.
Kat begins working her magic on the guitar as the other members join in. This rally is a big deal for them, they love to play for their club, it’s a way to say thank you for everything they do. Truths’ voice goes out over the crowd as they do a rendition of ‘We Will Rock You’.
The crowd loves it. The Grinders have never been afraid to play covers, to pay homage to those who’ve come before them. Most of the concert will be filled with their own music, with the occasional crowd favorite thrown in.
I’ve never been to any of the bands concerts. Normally, I’m holed up in my hotel room waiting for Dave and the band to return or I’m in the wings, certainly not front row. This is so much better, it’s electrifying. The crowd, the band and my man, right behind me. Gear has a protective hand on my hip and for the first time I let myself think about him leaving. Leaving me.
The thought strikes me like a slap across the face and I don’t want this to end, not yet, maybe never. Turning, I stare into his eyes and whatever he sees there, makes him drag me from the crowd, away from the noise and people.
It takes us a few minutes to wind through the people and find an area that’s somewhat secluded. “Talk to me,” he says, pulling me to him and staring down into my face.
Tears well in my eyes. “After today, we’re over. I’ll go back to my world and you yours. Gear, I don’t want that. I didn’t know it but you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for my whole life.”
Gear rocks back on one foot then moves so quickly to crush me to his chest, knocking the breath out of me. “I don’t want this to end either, baby.”
The tears that were threatening to fall, spill over. In a strangled voice, I blurt out, “Come with me!” He blinks, long and slow, but suddenly I realize just how easy that would be. “Come to LA with us, go on the road with me and the band. You’re a nomad, right? Let’s see where the road takes us.”
His eyes grow heated as I ramble on with my plan and when I stop talking, his lips claim mine in a hot, claiming kiss that makes my toes curl. “You think you’re ready for me, twenty-four seven?”
“God, yes,” I breathe, my heart pounding in my chest as my body trembles with exhilaration.
His returning grin and bone crushing hug, confirm we’ve made the right decision.
“Can we go back to the concert?” Gear asks.
“You sure?”
“To be fuckin’ honest, babe, I’ve always wanted to see The Grinders live.”
I answer him with a giggle and a nod as he drags us back to the stage and our friends.
Chapter Fifteen
Gear
“Put this on,” I tell Veronica, handing her two large, heavy bags.
“Gear,” she says, trying her damndest to get back into her bossy management roll again. “Everyone is ready to go, and if we’re going to make it to the next stop on time, we need to leave now. Time is wasting.”
I step back and fold my arms across my chest. “Guess you better haul that sweet little ass of yours then, shouldn’t you.”
Veronica lets out a frustrated groan but as she turns towards the bus, bags in hand, I see the grin on her face. She likes to boss people around, but she likes it even more when I boss right back.
“Gonna miss you, brother,” Ryker says, slapping my shoulder and bumping my chest with his, pulling my attention from her ass as she walks away. “Gotta be honest. I was hopin’ you’d finally settle down and stay in our chapter. We could use a man like you.”
Those words coming from the chapter president are what I’d been hoping to hear for a long time. When I’d first come to visit, settling with the Ottawa chapter had been something I’d been seriously considering. But now, there’s no chance in hell I’m leaving Veronica.
I give him a nod. “Means a lot, Prez.”
Tease, Jase and Reaper all say their goodbyes, followed by each of the women and too damn much hugging. The Savage Angels clap hands and fist bump and trade barbs with the Kings, then when they’ve finished, they head toward their waiting motorcycles and climb on.
Just then, the door to Veronica’s bus swooshes open, and my heart fucking stops. Jesus Christ. Veronica looks incredible in her pencil skirts and blazers. She looks gorgeous in jeans and a t-shirt with her hair loose and blowing in the wind. But when she steps off that bus in the leather jacket and leather chaps I’d bought her, a pink and black motorcycle helmet in her hand, she’s every biker’s wet fucking dream.
Whistles and catcalls come from the Angels and the Kings, and normally that would piss me off, but not this time. They’re right. She’s fucking hot. She’s also mine.
“You ready now?” she asks, approaching me, her head tilting back to meet my eyes.
“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper before claiming her mouth with mine. The kiss is hard and hot and fast. The catcalls grow louder and people are laughing all around us but I don’t care. Pulling back, I look down at my woman. “You ready to ride?”
“Fuck yeah,” she says with a grin.
We wave goodbye to the Kings as I lead her towards my ride and start it up. Settling on the seat, I grin at her as she places her hands on my shoulders and swings her leg over the back, her body coming to a rest against mine.
One by one, the buses pull out, followed by Dane and the rest of the Savage Angels. “Hold on tight, baby,” I call, over the roar of the motor. Her arms wrap around my waist, her chin rests on my shoulder and we’re off. Off to a new home, a new life, a new start. And I can’t fucking wait to do it all with Veronica by my side.
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Tank
After baby Rebel came and we finally got our ink on paper with our ol’ lady and sub, Blaze and I made the decision that we needed to find ourselves some alone time with Pearl. Things over the past few months have been good, but we have not been able to have our woman to ourselves enough. Don’t get me wrong, we love Iris, Rose, and little Rebel more than anything, we just need some time away with their momma. And that is something that Pearl needs desperately as well.
When some of the other brothers decided to head down to Florida for Bike Week, Blaze and I decide it would be a nice little vacation for us. The kids are going to stay with Ember and Doc considering they just had their baby girl. Now, we just need to talk Pearl into it, this will be the first time that she is away from Rebel for longer than a night, but she needs it, we all do.
I have seen the look she has watching over the kids, and seen her trying to cover up her sadness. Markus and I both know that she wanted to have more kids, but with the accident and her needing the emergency hysterectomy, that will not be happening. Our Pearl is struggling and we need to give her some peace and reassurances that she gives us everything we could possibly hope for.
• • •
Blaze
Tank and I know she is up in bed, probably lost in her thoughts again. It has been happening more and more these last six months. We have tried everything that we can think of to snap her mind outta itself, but nothing has seemed to work.
“Abraham, I think you are right and our little Pet needs a distraction. We have found her too many times lost in her thoughts, and you know as well as I do that it will only continue unless we can snap her outta it.”
“Yeah, Markus I gotcha. So, you think that she’ll go for heading down to Bike Week? It’ll be the first time she is away from Rebel for that long, and you know how pigheaded she can get.”
Laughing at his bluntness, I don’t stop myself from saying, “Don’t let her hear you say that shit, her temper has not subsided at all these months that we have been together. I think if we can get her outta her comfort zone, and flying a little freer, we will be able to snap her ass outta this and bring her back here ready to serve us and run this family.”
“I agree, and Florida will be exactly the right place for that. Maybe we will finally be able to meet up with that club that Gun talks of from his trips down there.” Tank says looking out over the back lot of the clubhouse.
“The Masters, isn’t it? From what he has said, they seem like they might be just the sort of people that could help us out with our little Pet.”
Looking back towards me, “Yes, The Masters. We will only have a short time to convince her that this will be happening, seeing that the brothers are leaving out in only two days’ time. I think her Dom and Master need to get her in the right state of mind, and let her know that this will be happening.”
“Just what I was thinking Abraham, let’s get home to our wife, and make sure that she knows our decision.”
• • •
Pearl
Our family has really grown together in the six months since our wedding. I know that Tank and Blaze, no fuck that, Abraham and Markus have made me so happy with everything that we have been through. Watching our family come together and seeing how wonderful they continue to be with the girls brings me peace. Watching them with our son just gives me so much joy and as usual has me longing to be able to give them more.
As I lay in bed waiting on them to get home from the clubhouse, my mind is quick to think of the accident that caused my baby boy to be born so early and had my womanhood ripped from me. As I lose myself in thoughts of this, I feel the bed shift on each side and am greeted by Markus on my left and Abraham on my right. They are quick to start their hands roaming over my body, and I am instantly lost in the moment.
They waste little time before I find myself impaled on Abraham’s cock. Placing my hands on his chest I move slowly at first getting adjusted to the feel of him, before I feel a small push from behind. Markus is getting me into position so he can bury himself in my ass. It has been a few weeks since they have both taken me like this, and I know that they will use me thoroughly tonight.
When they bring up going to Florida for Bike Week later that night in bed, all I do is laugh them off. Moments later, I realize they are series, but only after I have been flipped onto my stomach and a few harsh slaps have been landed to my ass. It’s then I know without a doubt that we are going on vacation.
The Masters M.C.
Kash
“So who are these people, cher…I mean, Sir?”
It’s been almost a year and Barely still doesn’t remember to call me Sir. I sorta dig it though—keeps her on those cute toes and gives me extra reasons to bust that little ass. Since we’re meetin’ up with this other bunch of dudes from Chicago she needs to stay on it—all that best behavior shit. This is also the first time I’ve taken any chick with me to Bike-Week. At least “the Iron Horse” hasn’t changed and they’re meetin’ us here.
I look down at my little firecracker, “The club is the Devil’s Iron M.C. outta Chicago—you remember that dude Gun who came to “the Post” a few times—his brothers.”
We’d been given the scoop on these guys, and what a fuckin’ story it is—just fuck me!
“Ain’t that the chick with two husbands?”
Watchin’ the look on my ol’ lady’s face as she tries to wrap her dreadlocks around that idea is some funny ass shit. I love the little crinkle in her nose when she’s really pissed or confused.
“I can hardly handle one of y’all, but two—oh Lawd—hell no.”
I get off sharing her with other dudes and she likes it too, but I couldn’t handle sharin’ my little bitch’s heart. Pussy’s just pussy, but her kinda twisted heart is the glue that holds us together. Sittin’ here watchin’ everything from above the action I see the Devils roll in. Grabbin’ Barely’s hand I pull toward the stairs.
“Don’t forget, Voodoo Doll, best
behavior... for fuck’s sake—be nice.”
We hit the dirt at the bottom of the stairs and start the walk to where the Devil’s have just pulled up by the bar. No matter how many times I come to “the Horse” it never gets old. Not too many places you can ride your bike through these days.
I see the younger dude—he must be Tank, the older one is Blaze. Barely squeezes my hand and whispers, “Cher, Sir…is that the chick…Pearl?”
My ol’ lady is totally fuckin’ fascinated by anyone who gets married at all, but this is on a spectrum she just can’t wrap her head around. Considerin’ neither of us has ever loved anyone besides the other—it makes sense. It’s still fuckin’ cute enough to give me a hard dick all the way back to Ocala.
Closin’ the gap we step onto the plank sidewalk, I knock the dust from my boots with a quick stomp, and pull up a stool next to Blaze. “Hey dude, you must be Gun’s brothers.” I thrust out my hand, “I’m Kash—the Masters M.C. Silver Spurs.”
His grip is solid and so is Tank’s, we’d heard good things, but a lot can be said with a handshake. “Sorry the ‘P’ isn’t here. He took his ol’ lady, Tuesday and went to set things up for ya at the compound.”
Barely is a bouncing ball of nervous energy, but I’m still talkin’ with the Devil’s, and she knows to keep quiet until we’re done. “You dudes are hangin’ for a couple days right? I heard you wanna come check out the “Whippin’ Post”—it’s fuckin’ bad ass man!”
It’s no secret I’m into whips, chains, motors, and pain. I’m one sadistic fucker, but it’s all good ‘cause my ol’ lady needs every bit I can dish out. The entire club is based in all that shit, but we all have our own kinks. We also have our own dungeon—“the Whipping Post”. It’s on the club’s property and we have a lot of that thanks to some dirty dealing back in the old days.
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