Which had me laughing as well to the point I had to pull over onto the shoulder until I'd gotten it all out of my system.
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"Yeah, darlin'. Two hours out," Mel said into the phone. "Can't wait. I'm picking up the new truck, then Julie after I meet with Trey. Don't forget we've got reservations for seven. Uh-huh. Me too, precious. Yeah. Later."
"Aw, is daddy excited about seeing mama?" Dare asked with a laugh from behind the wheel of his Chevy Silverado High Country, tricked out with every bell and whistle available. It had made for a sweet ride for a two-day winter run to Sheridan to collect another past due account.
"You would be too if you'd been sleeping next to the piece of sweet I've had in my bed every night," Mel shot back.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Don't know that I'm the one-woman kind of fucker."
"That makes it sound like it's your decision, asshole. According to the Honeys you need to work on your cuddling and sweet talk afterwards," Huff joined in with a snort from the back seat.
"What? A pat on the ass and a 'that was good, babe,' isn't enough?" Transport added. "Geesh, bitches are fuckin' picky."
The entire carload of men laughed at the conversation but Mel had caught the looks Dare didn't seem to be able to hide when some of the Honeys were with their men. It was an expression that he thought was both wistful and envious. Plus Dare teased the men mercilessly about being a part of a pair, which was a sure sign the big biker wasn't as immune as he liked to think he was.
Mel settled back into his heated seat and turned his face to the window as the miles churned underneath the big wheels. Using Dare's truck to make the run had been perfect. It eliminated the problems with the Black Czar's since the Hellions were able to blow through without having to obtain permission. It eliminated the problem with the Big Horn County Sheriff's department and kept all of them safe, warm and dry.
While Mel loved to ride and would even admit to loving his machine almost as much as Lu and his family, making a run in the snow was torture. Just wearing a helmet, a necessity when the wind chill brought the Montana temperatures down so low, severely restricted his vision and his hearing. Something a biker needed in order to protect himself and the other civilians on the road. Then there were the gloves, layers upon layers of clothes and the studded tires. All things that only restricted the rider's movements in a way that made him feel unsafe and took away from the beauty of becoming one with his motorcycle.
"Is today the day the wires come off?" Huff asked from behind.
Mel half turned in the seat in order to shoot the big blonde a grin. "Yeah. She just had them removed a while ago."
"Fuck. A whole fuckin' month of getting no head. You gotta be gagging, man." Dare's tone more than conveyed what he thought of the 'no oral sex for Mel' situation. "See? Now that right there is why I can't fuckin' tie myself down. If one of the damn Honeys is outta commish, there's another pretty one to take her fuckin' place. I think you fuckers are crazy as hell for wearing goddamn leashes."
"Are you saying your repertoire's so limited that you couldn't go a month without a BJ?" Transport asked incredulously.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, Dare frowned at the tall man sitting behind him. "What I'm saying, bro', is that I don't have to if I don't want to. You're the ones that can't be fuckin' partaking of all the different varieties of pink at the clubhouse and beyond. How does that fuckin' work anyway? Do you fuckin' hand them your cocks in the morning and get them back when you go home?"
The cab of the truck was once again filled with the laughter of the men.
"Jessie can put her hand on my cock any time she gets the notion," Transport advised. The little blonde Honey he'd met on their first run to Sheridan had made a trip to Missoula just to seek out the big recruit. And had moved into his tiny one bedroom place two weeks later.
"Shit, if Carly's out of commission, she just calls a friend and lets me play. It's all good as long as she watches." Mel had heard that Huff and Carly liked doing the threesomes on occasion, something he would never consider with Lulu. The thought of him holding up a wall like Fargo had when he'd fucked Chrome, watching another brother dip into the hot, slick silk of his Lulu made him physically ill.
No, group play was not for him and not something he thought Lu was into either. Not if her little comments upon talking with the Honeys about it were any indication. Though she hadn't actually said the words, 'I'll cut your fucking balls off', the implication in her tone had been clear.
"I just want to kiss her, you know?" Mel mumbled, not even realizing he'd said the words aloud.
"Ssshhhiiittt," Transport moaned. "I hadn't even fuckin' thought of that part."
"Yeah, that'd be the kicker for me," Huff agreed. "Not being able to kiss Carly…damn."
"Now see? If you weren't tied down you'd be able to stick your motherfuckin' tongue down any other Honey's throat! Fuck that waitin' shit."
"It ain't the same, Dare," Huff grumbled. "It's like that time you wanted Bambi, said you needed to hear a bitch screaming while you fucked her. What if she wasn't available? Then you'd pick some other girl, right? But you'd be settling, bro'. Not getting what you wanted from the piece of pink you wanted."
Mel nodded. He could see what Huff meant.
But Dare didn't or, rather, wouldn't and the argument about being free versus a part of a couple went on for a while.
"How's your sister doin', bro'?" Transport asked into the silence that had fallen after the other conversation had died out.
"No more nightmares, thank god," Mel replied. "We got that child psych guy involved but Julie fired his ass after only three sessions. Said the guy was an idiot and wanted to talk about our dead parents too much."
The men laughed at the thought of the bright-haired Julie taking on such an educated professional. She was, Mel admitted, becoming quite a little spitfire which he wasn't sure was from being around the Honeys or because of Lulu.
He'd decided not to talk with Miss Dee about influencing Julie but spoke with his younger sister himself. And had walked away reassured that she wasn't modeling herself after the biker women.
"I know we've had it tough, Mel, but not like them," Julie had explained. "When I hear some of the stories of when they were little girls, I know I've got it good. Besides, they don't dress as well as our Lu. She's hot even without showing her boobs."
And Mel couldn't disagree. The fact that Lulu never cussed was a big plus as well. If Julie wanted to copy another woman in either act, word or deed, he was damn glad it was his girlfriend.
Although, girlfriend wasn't exactly the word that fit what his beautiful woman had come to mean so much to him. He was thinking maybe it was time to break out the 'L' word because in the four weeks they'd been together, he'd found the statements his heart had been whispering were real and were absolutely the truth about what he felt for her.
That night was when he planned on telling her and was on pins and needles in the hopes she felt the same. Plus there was his unspoken optimism that she'd move all her stuff into his place or they'd find another place to live together. One that, at least, had another bathroom since most of their spats had been about everyone getting their fair share of the small space in the mornings. But if that was all they had to fight about, Mel would take it.
Four weeks had more than solidified that Lulu Palmer was the one for him.
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They'd barely made it inside the front door when their clothes began to loosen and fall to the point they made a trail across the living room to Mel's bedroom. Of course, their twenty minute make out session in his new-to-him Toyota Tundra had already set the stage.
When he finally had her naked and spread out before him, Mel felt the need to slow things down. Instead of sliding over and into her as his body was demanding, he tucked himself along her side. Sharing her pillow, he let his lips gently touch her ear as he allowed his topmost hand to roam over the velvet of her skin.
"Jay-sus, Lu. You're still th
e most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispered as his fingers toyed with her nipple, making a hard peak even sharper. She turned her face and delicately kissed his mouth, her eyes luminous in the light from the hall as she lifted a hand to the back of his head. Pulling back so he could still see her clearly, he continued. "But you're not only beautiful on the outside, precious. You're beautiful on the inside, too."
He watched as her eyes searched his face as he spoke.
"I know we talked about you staying with me and Jules until the wires came off, but I'm asking you to stay, Lulu. Get rid of your place and live with us forever."
"Forever is a long time, biker boy."
He wasn't sure what she meant or if she'd spoken just to provide a break in the seriousness of his words.
"It is. And it's not an 'F' word I use lightly," he agreed which made her grin. "But I'm using it now. With you. I love you, Lucille Palmer and want to be with you forever."
She opened her mouth and he saw her eyes start to become moist even though she didn't say anything. She swallowed and blinked a couple of times before clearing her throat lightly. "And I love you too, Mel Davis. I don't know about the forever part yet but the thought of not being with you and Julie hurts."
Mel's heart, which had already been booming in his chest with his admission, skipped a beat. They were on the same page! "Do you know when you might be ready to talk about it?"
Her grin reappeared as her cheeks took on a rosier hue. "I'm not sure, but I'll let you know, okay?"
"I'll look forward to it," he breathed, gliding his fingers down until they found what his cock had been focused on all night. He nudged one of her thighs until she opened them enough for him to toy with her sweetly dampened slit gaining a soft gasp as his fingers encountered her swollen clit.
He loved watching her reactions as he touched her, stroking her hot pearl with his thumb as his fingers delved into her passage. It was her mewls as well as her involuntary hip thrusts that had his hard-on throbbing. "Damn, you're pussy is on fire, Lu."
He'd learned how much his girl loved it when he talked dirty during their playtime and since it was something that seemed to come out of his mouth naturally, he just let the words fly. "That's it, girl. Fuck my fingers. Yeah. Like that. Just like that."
And when he lifted himself in order to use his tongue in her mouth, employing the same rhythm as his hand he felt her begin to come apart as her orgasm crested.
He quickly moved to sheathe himself with a condom before sliding on top of her, feeling her legs and arms pulling him tightly against her. "I love you so freaking much," she said in a voice that was clear and firm unlike her earlier confession.
Raising his hips, he felt his latexed crown begin to penetrate her heated, wet entrance. "Take me, Lu. Take my big cock. Fuck! That feels amazing."
He was in exactly the right position for the hall light to illuminate their connection and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity given that most of their time together was done quietly and with the door closed. But with Julie spending the night with Brand and Reese, it was his and Lulu's night for unrestrained fun.
Mel sat back on his heels as he put a hand on each of her ankles, lifting her legs up and out. "Fucking hell, Lu," he groaned, unable to look away from the sight before him. "Goddamn, that's hot. Look at us, darlin'."
He both saw and felt her as she changed position, coming up onto her elbows. The fact that she watched his cock going in and out of her thrilled him. And must have delighted her as well because he felt her glove squeeze as he continued to slew his hips providing the friction his body craved. Wanting her to do it again, he brought his thumb into play to circle and tease her unhooded bead.
"Oh, Mel," he heard her softly wail as her head went back. His eyes devoured her exposed neck and firm peaked tits and felt his cock flex at the view. "Here, baby. Here it…"
Her squeezes had turned to clenches, some so tight he could barely push through them. But every one of her clasps brought his own body closer to the ecstasy he felt building in his sac and it wasn't long before he was roaring his own release.
Draping himself over her with his weight on his forearms, he buried his head in her neck until his panting slowed. "Goddamn, Lu. Fucking amazing."
"I know, right? I keep wondering if having sex with you will ever be boring," she giggled. "But it just keeps getting better."
He smiled into her skin. Yeah, Dare had even tried to warn him about that, too. How being with the same pussy night after night was bound to get old, that variety was the spice of life. But Mel wasn't finding that to be true at all.
"Need to take care of the condom, darlin'," he advised and reached between them to hold the latex so it wouldn't spill. He'd learned that he needed a bit of a cuddle before he moved away from her but had to time it just right in order not to have an accident.
After coming back into the room and slipping under the covers as she'd done when he had stepped out, she began to talk. "I've got an appointment next week to see about other forms of birth control, baby. Just because I can't take the pill, there's got to be something else we can use."
It was one of their ongoing discussions—mainly on her side since he didn't have a problem with gloving up. But she was determined to find something else they could utilize.
"Have you ever thought about having kids?" he asked, pulling her against his side and feeling her lean her head on his shoulder.
"Uhm, not until recently." Her voice was small as she spoke against his chest. "In fact, if I'd had gone through with my dad's plans and married Jon, I was going to have my tubes tied on the sly. You?"
"Had to find the girl first. Then needed to get my family settled. Seemed like a far-away dream, but yeah. I always knew I wanted to get married and have my own some day," he admitted.
Quiet settled around them and it wasn't until Mel shifted the comforter tighter to their shoulders that she spoke again.
"Is that what you mean by forever? Marriage and kids?"
"Yeah, precious girl. What the hell did you think I meant?"
She sighed but for some reason Mel could tell it was a happy one. "I don't know. You're a biker and I've found y'all do things differently."
"Did you just say 'y'all', Lu?"
"Oh my god. I did! Did I say it right?" She turned her face up to his and he could see her smile stretching from ear to ear. A full faced smile that spoke to every fucking inch of his heart.
Using the arm he had around her back, Mel pulled her up onto him so he could feel her full body against him. "Of course you did, darlin'. You taught me about lovin' and in return I'm a-learnin' you to speak raight."
Their laughter echoed in the room as Lulu reached for another condom.
Even as Mel realized he was living a life that even just six short months before would've only been a fantasy.
All thanks to a motorcycle club called the Hellions.
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I hope you enjoyed reading 'Reinventing Mel', book 2 in the Hellion MC series. It was a lot of fun to write especially because I got to be with the other characters who were in 'Hiding in Plain Sight' and 'The Possibility of Trey'.
Please leave a rating on whichever site you purchased the story.
If you haven't yet read it yet, here's an excerpt from Reese and Brand's story, 'Hiding in Plain Sight' which is the prequel to the Hellion MC Series. There are even plans to include Dare's story and I, for one, want to know more about Bishop, too!
Hiding in Plain Sight
Brand pulled the motorcycle into the huge truck stop, angling it next to a gas pump. They needed gas, food and a toilet and this complex, just off Interstate 70, met all their requirements. With any luck, he might be able to find another helmet. The goggles he'd donned after giving her the only secure head covering, had to be cleaned every twenty miles or so. But that's what you got when you traveled the back roads… bug carcasses over any exposed part of your body.
He dropped the kickstand and eased off the seat, h
is ass protesting with every movement.
Glancing around the huge forecourt, he made a point of seeing who was or wasn't paying attention to him. Or more importantly, to Renee.
He'd been surprised how little fuss she created in his haste to get her some place where she could arrange for her car to be towed and repaired. She'd done as he'd asked by holding him tightly and only once signaled that she needed to stop for a bathroom break about two hours before.
As she pulled the heavy helmet off, he moved to her backpack and opened the pocket he'd seen her tuck the hat in.
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