The Last Check (Hell's Phoenix MC Series Book 2)

by Kristine Dugger

  I grab my phone.

  Should I text him?

  Nah, he has to reach out to me.

  Wait a minute. My phone is on silence.

  The screen lights up with numerous missed calls and texts. Mostly from my parents. The others from Becks and Rosy.

  I decide to group text the girls.

  Me: What’s up my bitches?

  Becks: Nada

  Rosy: We doing something tonight?

  Me: Girls’ night at my crib?

  Becks: Rhonda going to let me in?

  Me: Stop.

  Rosy: I can bring over some fancy, dancy cheese.

  Me: That would be great.

  Becks: Since we are doing fancy, I’ll bring over some craft beer.

  Me: Woo hoo. Girls’ night it is. Be here at 7pm.

  Becks: Seriously, is Rhonda going to let me in?

  Rosy: See you then.

  Me: Becks stop.

  ***

  Rosy was the first to show up. She brought over Gouda, Camembert, Machengo, Parmesan-Reggiano, Mozzarella and spelt crackers. Who the hell has these kinds of cheeses in the fridge? Oh wait, Rosy. We have been friends since high school. Her family and my family were country club buddies. We pretty much did everything together. Before we graduated high school, her parents divorced. She stayed here with her father and her mother moved off to Chicago. That is when our families stopped hanging out together. Rosy and I continued our friendship. Her attitude toward life is one in a million. She lives each and every day to its fullest. I love it about her and wish I had a little bit of that in me. She is full of life. There is no doubt about that.

  Then, there is Becks. Oh, Becklyn. I have never met anybody who grabs life by the horns. She is not afraid to test the limits. She and I met at a party my senior year in high school. We became instant friends. I think it was the whole tequila shots and being stupid. I introduced Becks and Rosy. Fuck, three’s a crowd, we are legit the three amigos. We have too much fun together. Yeah, we might be a little immature at times, but it is just us. We do get serious when we need to. We all have been through many ups and downs. The break-ups and the hook-ups. We all have each other’s back. They are my sisters. I am fucking lucky to have them.

  Typical Becks, almost an hour late arriving to my home. I ask, “What the hell took you so long?”

  She smirks, “Booty call.”

  Rosy laughs, “Are you for real?”

  Becks continues, “Not really, but really. It’s complicated.”

  I ask, “Complicated?”

  Rosy’s turn, “You know you can’t leave it like that.”

  Becks carries on, “I don’t know how to explain this. I’m fucking someone that I really should just avoid.”

  My turn, “Okay? Why are you being so coy? This is totally unlike you.”

  Rosy agrees, “Seriously.”

  Becks starts to play with her midnight hair. She is nervous. What the hell? This is not her at all. She likes this mysterious man. She defends, “It’s, well…I don’t know.”

  Rosy being Rosy, “Who the fuck is it?”

  Becks is definitely not her confident self. “Can we leave it at that?”

  I mention, “You like this one. Woah!”

  She looks down. “I’m serious. Can we just leave it alone?”

  Rosy rolls her eyes. This is totally unlike Becks. She likes someone, but she is scared to tell us who it is. That means, we know him. This is big. She has always been an open book. Nothing holding her back from telling her life story.

  I smirk, “Okay, we’ll stop.”

  She answers, “Thanks! Okay, it’s my turn to start drilling questions. But first, who needs a beer?”

  Both Rosy and I lift up our beers signaling we need another one. Once Becks was in the kitchen, Rosy mouths, “What the fuck?”

  I whisper, “I know.”

  “I’m back, bitches,” Becks announcing her arrival.

  She hands over a Brown Nut Ale to me. It is my favorite. I say, “Thanks, girl.”

  Rosy sits back on my gray couch and just sips her Vanilla Bean Blonde.

  Beck starts, “Okay, what is the deal with Ajax and you?”

  I ask, “What do you mean?”

  “I mean. He went ballistic all over Samson. Like he could have killed him. It was crazy to witness.”

  “I don’t know. We have fun together, I guess.”

  Rosy giving her opinion, she says, “A man doesn’t go insane on someone unless there is something there.”

  Trying to play this cool, I state, “You all are overthinking it. There is nothing there but sex.” I was lying to them and myself. There is something about Avery that makes it impossible to say no. Maybe, it is the way he looks at me. Like he is ready to take what is his. He was angry with me this morning, yet he slammed his lips against mine causing me to unfold in his embrace. He handled himself well with my father, who was being a complete ass. I don’t know. Why does it matter? We will do our thing of not talking to each other unless I show up at the bar. That is our pattern.

  Avery

  Dropping Presley off was just plain awkward. It was evident her father DID NOT approve of his princess daughter being dropped off by a biker. Presley is growing on me. But there is a lot of drama there. Do I want to fucking deal with that shit? She is a great fuck and drives me insane with not only her sexuality, but also her not giving a shit attitude is really what wins me over. Next to her love for her nephew. You know there is a special bond there with the way she mentions him and her brother.

  Today, I am riding up to the cabin. Smith and Frankie want to do some late night fishing and beer drinking. And being away from the bar would do me good. Presley has been clouding my vision. We are two different people from two different upbringings. It is evident. She grew up with everything she wanted in life. Unfortunately, she has overbearing parents who want her to want the things they want. Her brother was defiant by joining the service, leaving her to be their focus of control.

  Growing up with my family was completely ideal for a young man. A father who served this great country and opened up his own business. On top of that, it is successful. He could have been an MC but he chose not to. Granted, he hangs out with Ralphie and the older MCs quite a bit. Then there is my mother, the most caring person you would ever meet. She is a hospice nurse. Her compassion for others on their final days is remarkable. Unfortunately, I got not even an 1/8 of that compassion. I was a fucking hellion as a kid. Hanging with my boys, Frankie, Smith, James, and Goldie. We terrorized the street we lived on. All of us wannabe club members. We even made our own cuts. We wanted everything the Hell’s Phoenix MC had to offer. That was unity and serving those who served this company. Freedom riders. It was like I was destined to be a soldier and then a biker.

  “Dude, what the fuck?” snarls Frankie at his brother, Smith. It is going to be a long night with these two. Brothers who are best friends. They are both smart as hell. Frankie, a chemistry professor at the private college in town. Smith, a civil engineer. One would say we do not meet the stereotype of typical bikers. I wish James was able to make it, but the whole thing with his son is far more important. Still cannot believe he is a dad. Days are changing for him.

  I holler, “Are you two going to be like this all night?”

  Frankie throws a slimy worm at me. Deep breath. He laughs. I am far from thrilled. I comment, “What the fuck?”

  Smith laughs, “My little brother is a complete asshole.”

  Shaking his head at us, he states, “You two are fucking stiff as hell. Loosen up and enjoy the night sky above the lake.” He was right. It is calming sitting in the middle of the lake on a pontoon boat, attempting to fish with my brothers. It is relaxing out here at The Cabin. The lake mirrors the night sky. It is clear, seeing stars for miles and miles above us. I should bring Presley here.

  What the fuck?

  The thought of having a woman with me here has never crossed my mind. Like the house, the Cabin is off limits unle
ss shit is legit something. This place is the club’s escape from the reality of home. It’s our Zen place. Why would I think of bringing Presley here?

  “Ajax,” yells Smith, distracting my thought process.

  I answer, “What?”

  “What the hell is going on with you lately?”

  “What the fuck do you mean?”

  “Your little princess?”

  “What about her?”

  Frankie comments, “You’re acting weird. I’m all about a good beat down but not bloody murder.”

  I roll my eyes. “Why is everyone bringing Samson up? He deserved what he had coming.”

  Smith laughs, “Bro, you didn’t even attempt when he fucked your sister over. But he touches your little princess and shit hits the fan.” He then smirks, “She’s gotten under your skin.”

  Frankie chuckles, “You’re her prince charming.”

  Smith barrel laughs.

  Glaring at him, I say, “You’re not funny. I hate Samson. That is all.”

  Smith continues, “Hmmm.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Frankie changes the subject, “Westin, you have no room to talk. I heard you last night tapping someone’s ass at the house.”

  My attention goes toward Smith. I ask, “You brought someone to the house.”

  Smith’s blue eyes become dark as he glares at us and growls, “That is none of your business who I bring to the house.”

  Frankie grins, “Another one is about to bite the dust.”

  I look at Frankie and ask, “How is that?”

  Smith agrees, “Yeah. Unless, you’re not telling us something.”

  “Nah. I’m not bringing anybody to the house. But both of you have. Just be real. Plus, you two have been bigger assholes than normal. This is my opinion. If you like them, then go after what you fucking want. Simple as that.”

  Smith’s eyes narrow.

  Frankie makes a good point. Presley getting hurt by Samson infuriated me. She is not my property by any means, but I fucking want her. Samson knew she has been with me. Yeah, I have shared women in the past. But not this one. She is all mine. If that makes me her fucking Prince Charming on a motorcycle instead of horse, so be it.

  Chapter 11

  Presley

  Here we both go. Nothing. Neither one of us texting each other. I guess our thing is meeting at Dirty Jay’s and then having a fuck session. But not tonight, I am staying home. It has been a super long week with Max. My mother and I are not speaking to each other. My father is too busy with the team to even worry about the bicker fest between mom and me.

  My goof ball friends know when I need some time to myself. I just want to curl up on the couch and watch Netflix. I have not binge watched on a series in forever.

  Tonight, I was in the mood for a military type series. I do not know why but The Unit is screaming for me to watch it. Every time I watch a military type show, I lose it. I just think of Logan. You would think I would avoid watching these types of shows but nah, I am all about it. It helps me understand some of what my brother would be going through. Not really!

  Five-episodes done and several more to go, I decide to take a break to make some buttery popcorn. I throw the popcorn in the microwave, click the popcorn button twice and it starts to pop. I head to the bathroom. I examine myself in the mirror. I look like a hot mess. Hair in a messy pony-tail, my ass cheeks playing peek-a-boo through my booty shorts, and the girls are free underneath my tank top. Yeah, hot mess but all comfortable.

  Knock. Knock.

  I jump to pounding on the front door. No clue who the hell it is. I was not expecting anybody, nor did I tell Rhonda to expect someone. Cleary, this person has the wrong home.

  Knock. Knock.

  Fuck, again, you would think they would go away since I have not even attempted to open the door. I walk to the front door and look out the peep hole.

  What the…It is Avery.

  I creep open the door.

  Our eyes lock in on each other, both of us sigh. His deep hazel eyes scope my messy, natural appearance. Before I knew it, his lips slam against mine. There was no holding back, I wrap my legs around his waist as he picks me up. Our kiss is uncontrollable, like we cannot get enough of each other. My hands reach up for his man-bun to undo it. Our tongues hitting the boxing ring. He pulls his lips from mine, both of us breathing heavy. He growls, “I need you.”

  I demand, “Then take me.”

  Avery carries me to the couch and lays me down. He removes his tight white shirt, exposing his well-defined body. I pull my tank top over my head and scooch out of my shorts. Avery grabs out our protection before pushing down his jeans. He pinches the top and slides the sheath barrier on. He leans over me and slides between my legs. I lift my hips up, digging my back into the couch. The force of him plummets me, pushing my hips back down with my ass resting on the couch. He leans in and nibbles away at my neck. One of his hands creep up to my breast, massaging it. Then flicking my nipple. I moan. He pumps harder. My legs gripping his waist tight as he pushes deeper and deeper into me. My nails scratch down his back. He groans, “Your pussy is so wet. You’ve been wanting me.”

  Not wanting to say anything back, I grab a hold of his firm ass, guiding him. I purr, “Avery.”

  “Keep saying my name,” he demands.

  “Avery.”

  “Again.”

  Instead… “Did you get bigger?”

  He looks up at me. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

  I giggle, “Well, did you?”

  “Woman.”

  “Avery.”

  Then he pushes deep, hitting that very spot that makes me unwind. Saying what he wants me to moan, “Avery.” He went harder. My toes start to curl. Continuing to dig my nails into his sides, sweat dripping down his back, his pace picks up. “Avery,” I moan once more.

  He groans, “Woman, you drive me crazy.”

  “Don’t go gentle. Finish me rough.”

  His hips pulverize against mine. Pressure is building. I’m about to lose all control. He thrusts again. I grip his ass and scream, “Oh, my fucking God.”

  He grunts, “Fuuuccckkk.”

  After he laid on me for a few minutes, he peals himself off of me. We proceed to get dressed. I look at him and ask, “What do I owe the pleasure of you coming over tonight? It was a pleasant surprise.”

  He smirks, “Just because.”

  “Oh, just because. Whatever.”

  “Can’t I just come over without a reason?”

  “Ha, I know your reason,” I pause, “How the hell did you get in?”

  “I have my ways with women.”

  “Trust me, you are not Rhonda’s type.”

  He chuckles, “Lesbians love motorcycles.”

  I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Do you want a beer?”

  “Yeah, that would be nice.”

  I head into my kitchen. I swear I could feel his eyes watching me. It is weird that Avery is here. It is not a bad thing at all. I thoroughly enjoy the surprise, but why? I grab us both a beer and head back to the living room.

  Avery takes one look at me and laughs.

  Confused, I ask, “What’s so funny?”

  He points to my chest. I look down and say, “Oh, fuck me.” I was nipping something fierce.

  Avery laughs more, “I think I just did that.”

  I shake my head at him and walk toward the couch. I hand him the beer. Avery examines me. He demands, “Come here, beautiful.”

  “You know you don’t have to sweet talk me. I’m a sure thing.”

  “That, I know.”

  “But seriously, why are you here?”

  “Maybe, I just wanted to see you.”

  “Okay.” Maybe, he truly wanted to see me. Honestly, I do not give a shit. He is here, and I like it.

  Avery looks at the television and asks, “The Unit. I didn’t see that one coming.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

  He flips his golden ha
ir to one side. “It’s a military show. Your brother is overseas. I thought you would be watching some girlie type show.”

  “Wow. Let’s talk about stereotyping.”

  A warm smile appears on his face. “I guess we are even then.”

  I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

  “So, Princess, tell me about your kingdom?” with a smart ass grin on his face.

  I sigh, “You and this princess thing.”

  “Well, aren’t you?”

  “No, well. Fuck.”

  Again, he smirks, “How is it going with your nephew?”

  “I’m contemplating having him stay with me for the remainder of my brother’s deployment.”

  “Why?”

  “Logan wants him to stay with me, but I enjoy no responsibility. But watching my mother drink herself into a coma and my father is rarely home, it’s not the most stable environment for him. I mean, he has Ava, but she is only there during the day.”

  “Are you ready for it?”

  “It’s one of the moments where I need to realize what is more important in my life. My brother is my best friend and I know how he feels about Max staying with my parents. Max should be my priority when he is here.”

  “I getcha. Whatever happened to Max’s mom?”

  “The bitch couldn’t live the military life. It was too much being a mother by herself. She abandoned her son. I just don’t get that.”

  “Poor guy. No mother and his dad is deployed.”

  “Yeah. It is what it is,” I pause, “Okay, I’m done talking about my not-so perfect family. Your turn.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “How does one become a big, bad biker?”