Let's Ride (Legion of Guardians Book 2)

by Xyla Turner

  “H-h-holy M-m-mot-ther…” Shay stuttered.

  My tongue continued to clean up her wet pussy, until she stopped cumming, then I kissed my way up to her face.

  “What was that about talking and tongue?” I asked against her lips.

  The woman was in another dimension, as her eyes were glazed over but in my direction. Then she asked, “Are you human?”

  I laughed out loud again.

  She was so fucking funny.

  Turning my wrist over, I added, “With ten minutes to spare?”

  “Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m going to need that time just to get up and learn how to walk on jelly legs.”

  I laughed again and pulled her up, so she was straddling me.

  “Want me to carry you back to work?” I asked.

  “You might have to.” She joked.

  “Okay.” I nodded, then said, “But first kiss me.”

  Her mouth met mine and she delivered as she nipped, sucked in and pecked my lips. I pulled away because she was stirring everything up in me and I don’t think Dr. Kron would want me calling out for her again.

  “Let’s get you back to work,” I said.

  “If I must.” She sighed.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t have to carry her, but I did drive her back on my bike which was quicker and walked her hand-in-hand to the front of her job at twelve-fifty-six.

  Shay was standing on the front step, and I was still on the ground bringing us to eye-level.

  “Thanks for helping me with my problem,” She wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “I’m available twenty-four seven for those services.”

  “You’re so funny. I didn’t know you could be silly.” She smiled.

  “Mmm.” My hands grabbed her ass as I brought her closer to me. “Tonight?”

  “I’d love to, but I really don’t want to overstay my welcome,” she said. “Also, absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

  “Kitten, we’ve had four years of absence. It doesn’t get any more fonder than this.”

  She laughed and said, “Maybe Wednesday?”

  “Shay…”

  “Bronx…”

  I nodded.

  “Come on, don’t do that.” She kissed my lips once. “I just don’t want us to spend every waking moment together and get sick of each other. I don’t want the dream to end, so I’m trying to prolong it.” Shay looked down. “I don’t want to lose this.”

  “Shay.” I lifted her head up with my finger. “Kitten, I get it. For the very reason, you want to spread it out is the very reason I want you with me every waking moment. Four years, love. Fucking four years. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

  “Okay, Bronx.” Shay said, “I’ll follow your lead.”

  “I got to see this shit.” My eyebrow raised.

  “Oh shut up. I gotta go.” She pushed off me.

  “Go,” I said as I slapped her on the ass. "Wait, I don't want any misunderstandings, no fucked up communications, and no drama. We good?"

  "Are you going to ask me that every time we leave each other?" She smirked.

  "Fuck yeah." One side of his mouth turned upward.

  "We're good." She smiled and went inside.

  When I turned around to leave, at the end of the block stood Greg with a bag in his hand and a scowl that would send a lesser man running. I, on the other hand, nodded at him, got on my bike and went back to work.

  9

  Snoring

  Shay

  “Cousin, I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay with you.” Dessy started with the gratitude again.

  “Dessy, you’re good. Just glad I could help. No need to keep bringing it up,” I said again.

  “You don’t understand.” She shook her head. “I was headed nowhere quick, Shay. I needed to get the fuck outta there, and I just want you to know I appreciate what you’ve done. And your friends.”

  “It’s fine, really. Now, what type of job are you looking for?” I asked as we went through the newspaper ads.

  “I used to bartend, I can wait tables, and I’m good with my hands and shit.”

  “Oh, hold on.” I grabbed my phone and texted Kylie. “Maybe there is something at Peppers you could do.”

  Looking at her, she’d be perfect. Cute hair cute, shorter on one side and layered in the back. She was the same complexion as me with bright eyes, a huge smile and had the ability to be larger than life.

  “That the place we went to the other day?” She asked.

  “Yup, that’s where we usually hang out. It belongs to the Guardians and Kylie’s man is the President of the MC. She also works there as the events coordinator. If there is something there, she’ll know about it.”

  “Cool, I like that place. It felt like the bar on the Cheers TV show. A place where everybody knows your name. Well, not mine. Yet.”

  I laughed as we demolished my favorite chocolate ice cream, topped with whipped cream.

  “So, you and the tall black guy?” Dessy smiled.

  “Yeah,” I smiled back.

  “Is it serious?” She asked me.

  “It’s complicated, but it’s seriously complicated,” I laughed at my own assessment.

  “With the way he looks at you, nothing is complicated in his mind,” Dessy noted.

  “I see you’re team Bronx,” I added with a laugh.

  “He makes you happy, then yeah. But if not, then no. I’m just Team Shay.”

  “What about you? You see any guys of interest?”

  “Well, most of the guys at that place were hot, and I got a couple of numbers. May give ‘em a call or may not. I don’t know yet, but what do you know about the guy they call Bear?” She asked me.

  “Ugh, Bear? Long shaggy beard, big man? That Bear?” My face had to be contorted into all types of confusion.

  “Yes,” she sighed with a far off dreamy tone to her voice.

  Wow, the heart wants what the heart wants.

  “Well, he’s a surly son-of-a-bitch. He mostly sticks to himself, but he’s a loyal Guardian. At events, always on point and he used to be in the marines. He’s older, maybe a year or two older than Razor, whose forty-five now.” I shrugged.

  “You know anything else about him?” She asked.

  “Uh, well, I’ve heard he’s old school kinky. Likes his women tied up and shit. Spanks them when they get in trouble. BDSM shit. I don’t know much about it, but he’s really into it, so he doesn’t sleep around. I guess that’s good.” I thought. “Wait, did he give you his number?”

  “Oh no,” she laughed. “He ignored me even when I tried to talk to him. He told me, I should move along because I wasn’t looking for what he was offering.”

  Well, shit.

  “Yeah, that might be wise,” I said.

  “But,” Dessy looked at me. “What if I am looking for that?”

  Holy fuck.

  “You’re into that?”

  “Well, yeah. I didn’t have the right guys before, but it does appeal to me.”

  My head nodded.

  “Well, in that case, maybe try another approach.” I offered.

  “What approach?” Dessy put down her spoon and moved in closer.

  “Ignore his ass. Date some other guys. Get over him because if he doesn’t move heaven and earth to get with you, then why should you move heaven and earth to get him to notice you?”

  “Is that what you did with Bronx?” She asked sincerely.

  “As a matter of fact,” I nodded my head. “I did. Maybe you shouldn’t listen to me because that shit backfired and it was all a misunderstanding, but it helped me in the moment.”

  “Well, you may have a point. I do have some phone numbers, so it’s nothing wrong with getting to know other folks.” Dessy stood. “Thanks, Shay.”

  “Again, no problem Des. You’re family.”

  “I know, but sti…”

  The doorbell rang.

  “I got it,” Dessy said as she went to open the door.

&nb
sp; It was ten o’clock, so I wasn't sure who would be at the door so late. Maybe one of the Guardians.

  “It’s for you and I’m going to go to bed now.” She smiled brightly.

  Right behind her, Bronx strolled in dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, his cut, and boots.

  “Fancy seeing you here?” I stood and licked my spoon clean. “You're on duty?”

  “Something like that.” He smirked. “Came to make sure my lady isn't sore and see what I need to do to make her sore again.”

  I burst out laughing as the tingling near my lower regions started. The man sure knew how to light a damn fire.

  I dipped my spoon in the nearly empty container and pulled out the last little bit of ice cream. Then I slowly licked it clean, leaving my tongue out and on the silver utensil.

  “Hmm,” I moaned, turned around, grabbed the whipped cream and headed to my room.

  His footprints followed and as soon as we crossed the threshold of my bedroom, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me into him.

  “Missed you, kitten.” He whispered in my ear right before he bit my neck.

  “Missed you too.” I sagged into him, then turned around to kiss him.

  Long, hard and deep because it was only Wednesday. Granted, I tried to stay occupied so I wouldn't have to think about him. That didn't do much good, but his tongue in my mouth took all of that away.

  Bronx lifted me up and said, “I came to tuck you in for the night.”

  “Oh, is that what they call it now?” I joked.

  “No, fucking you to sleep and tucking you in are two different things.” He placed me on the bed, toed off his boots and threw his jacket. “Lift.”

  When I did, he placed the covers over me and him, then pulled me into his hard body. My head was on his chest and his hand on my hip. Just like we were at his place.

  “I like your place.” He broke the silence. “It fits you.”

  “Yeah, I like yours too. Who would have thought you'd be so modern?” I laughed.

  “What’re trying to say?” He squeezed me.

  “You look like you'd have an old-fashioned furnace, have to chop wood to heat the place and some throw-away furniture. This is all based on that damn truck of yours, of course.”

  “Do you have a filter?” Bronx laughed.

  “Not since I can remember.” I joined him.

  “Well, I did have all of that before but about a year ago I had everything upgraded.”

  “Except the truck?” I commented.

  He laughed again. “Yeah, that was upgraded today.”

  “What?” I exclaimed. “You got a new truck? Why?” I pulled away from him so I could see his face.

  “Where are you going?” He tried to pull me back.

  “Why?” I repeated.

  “It's no big deal?” He attempted to pull me closer.

  “Bronx,” I warned, with my arms still extended, holding him back. “Tell me. Is it because I'm always teasing? Don't listen to me. I just talk a lot of shit. Have you seen my car? It's old. Fuck.”

  “Stop.” Bronx interrupted me. “It wasn't because of that. I know you, Sharon Russell. That mouth I've had the pleasure of hearing for almost ten years and more closely over the past five or so. I bought a new car because I wanted you riding in something nicer. I told you, things have changed for me, so that means, they're changing for us too. "

  Holy shit balls.

  There was nothing else to say to that, so I wrapped my arms around him again, let him tuck me in and fell asleep comforted by the rhythm of his heartbeat.

  When I woke the next morning, Bronx wasn't there. He must have left really early because it was six-thirty in the morning. There was a note in small cursive lettering that read.

  You snore. :-)

  Oh my God.

  I grabbed my phone to text him and wrote:

  Shay: You left me because I snore? *Angry face

  Bronx: Turn the card over

  Oh.

  It read:

  You look like an angel, despite your snoring. Didn't want to wake you

  Had to make an early run, but I'll see you later on. We good? -B

  Ohhh.

  Shay: *Hearts - we're good.

  Bronx: My heart

  Where the hell did this Bronx come from?

  "Girl, I cannot take this new Bronx. I swear the man is totally different than I imagined. Don't get me wrong, he is my ideal man, but what the fuck, Kylie. Is this shit happening? I'm hallucinating right?" I twirled the phone cord around my finger.

  Kylie laughed and said, "Yes, it's happening and yes, he's one and the same. If I told you some of the shit Razor has done for me, you wouldn't believe. Remember I was still recovering. He painted my toenails. They were fucked up, but he did it. At least once a week, I get breakfast in bed. You already know, he's making a studio on the side of the house so I can continue with my singing. When a man is in love, he does shit like that."

  "In love? No, it's just new for us. We are all sweet and shit until I have to tackle his ass." I laughed.

  "You are so ridiculous. How will you not get on a mechanical bull, but will smack and tackle Bronx, who is practically built like a damn bull?" She laughed again. "And no, honey. Buying a car for us is not a 'we're new' thing to do. That's a building something, and we are about to make some major moves."

  What?

  As much as I wanted to pump the breaks, Bronx had a point. We were on standstill for almost four years, and there was no need to slow down when we were making up for lost time.

  "I guess. Let's not jinx it okay." I started to get sad. "No jinxing it. Let's just ride this out."

  "Okay, honey." She picked up on my mood. "Let's ride."

  Kylie had to manage an event for another group coming to sing at Pepper's, so she wanted some support. Dessy and I went to help out, and it turned out to be a really good band. Kylie said she toured with them before, so they were in town and said they'd stop by. I was on my third drink and Dessy was on her fourth, because she kept getting 'male suitors' to buy hers. She was flirting and doing what she said she would do. Get out there and I was happy for her. I still couldn't believe she was thinking about Bear. He was cool and cute in a 'gruff, I'm a biker, I will smash your face in, sort of way.' Bronx was like that in a way too, but he was more approachable. Bear was not someone you want to walk up to because he would definitely let you know where to go.

  Razor had a few disagreements with him, but he was loyal. Bear just wasn't one of those guys anyone could lead. You would have to have his respect and I guess Razor did. A few of the girls did tell me that he was great in bed. Well, the word was awesome and huge. However, he had a kink that included the term daddy, rope ties and other shit that made me take pause.

  Dessy had moved to talk to Ren, on the far side of the bar. I think he was just patched into the club last year. I'd have to ask Kylie about him and get some more information. Kylie had moved to help Big Joey with something behind the bar as I nursed my drink. It was only Wednesday and whether I liked the office or not, I did not want to go in there hungover.

  "Hey, stranger?" I heard a familiar voice say behind me.

  Shit.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked without turning around. "I told you we were done. There's no reason to talk. Clean cuts, remember?"

  Greg scoffed, then he said, "Yeah, I remember the rule. Fuck and be gone. I just wish I'd known you were in love with someone else before we started this."

  That, definitely had me turning around.

  "Excuse me?" I asked.

  "You heard me," he sneered.

  "First of all, Greg." I'd had enough of his shit. "Fuck buddies are just that. A buddy you fuck. We were that, and you were fine with that. It was exclusive, well, I was, and we said, when one or the other was done, we'd be done."

  "Right," he said as he ran his hands through his hair. "We said that, but you just cut me off."

  I stood up because I felt vulnerable sitting there and h
e was acting like he didn't understand what we were doing.

  "Greg, there were rules. We followed them and then it was over. Not to mention, you said some shady shit to me, which you should know I don't take. So, let's not forget that."

  "I've said some shady shit to you?" He gasped. "Blair Wilson said some shady shit." He raised his voice. "Basically, he told you to fuck me, and now you’re with him, but not me?”

  Oh, no he did not. My eyes had to be the size of slits as I glared at him.

  “You.” I pointed. “Are not Blair Wilson. So, get that, the fuck, straight. You don’t know anything about me and him. Not a goddamn thing, so don’t stand here and try to tell me why I should be fucking you and not him.”

  Greg threw his head back and released a vicious and diabolical laugh.

  “What I know, and you don’t, sweetheart! Is that Blair was engaged to be married to my sister.” He pointed to his chest. “Left her high and dry at the altar and never to be seen again, except now he’s leading another woman to believe he’s in it for the long hall. It so happens to be a woman, I’ve come to care for, so forgive me if I’m not Team Blair. That’s what I fucking know. He also did not want you to know that little tidbit, but since I care and he wants to lie to you, there you go.”

  What the fuck?

  That’s how they knew each other?

  He did not say one thing to me about being engaged.

  Not a goddamn word.

  I looked up and saw Kylie standing there shaking her head. Fuck, she didn't know either. Her face reflected the pain in my chest. I pushed past Greg and went to Dessy.

  “I'm leaving now, are you good to get home?” I asked.

  She nodded, “Yeah, are you alright?”

  “No, no. I'm good. Enjoy yourself. I'll text you later.”

  I went to leave, and I heard Kylie calling me.

  “Shay. Shay!”

  “Not now, Kylie!” I yelled as I burst through the doors to get to my car. Once I was in, I saw her running toward the car. I started the ignition and tried to drive off, but she had already had the passenger door open.

  Fuck.

  “Oh, no you don't.” She said as she turned her body to face me. “Don't you even think about leaving me.”