When Veiko got home he made love to Kima. They snuggled up in bed, relaxing. V was lying there thinking that Kima seemed far too brittle lately. She was trying so hard to be the old Kima, but she couldn't quite pull it off. Maybe Jo being in the wind was the cause. Who knew? Kima was quiet lately and keeping things to herself. She’d gone to the doctor weeks ago and he wanted to be inside of her, making a baby. Making love to Kima calmed V down and made her relaxed.
V lightly trailed his fingers over her arm, watching as goose bumps appeared. He grabbed her hand and licked the inside of her wrist. When V began to suck lightly, Kima she moaned. He knew exactly what turned his woman on.
Kima shivered delightfully at his touch and whispered, “Neck—suck my neck.”
V smiled. He knew that teasing her would get her hot, wet and excited. He moved his lips to her neck and growled into her ear, “Babe, shake those tits like you did when you danced.”
Kima quickly obeyed him and stood up. He looked at her breasts and decided to make her wait a bit before he touched them. She wasn't ready for that yet. Kima reached out to grab his cock. Oh yeah, she was ready to take him. He watched her shake her tits for him and grinned.
“Babe, keep your hands to yourself. I do the touching. I'll tell you when you can touch me.” V shook his finger at her before he leaned over to her tits.
He kissed his way to her nipples, stopping just to use his tongue to outline the butterfly tattoo she had. V took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. She moaned and tried to touch him again. “Kima, I said no touching.”
She stood before him, looking like the Kima he had first met. No scars on her perfect body, but many lurked in her mind. Fuck! V had to stop thinking of that and make his woman moan in pleasure.
“Babe, you're so perfect. Tell me how much you want me. You ready for a baby?”
Kima looked at her old man. “V, I need you inside of me. I want another baby. I'm dripping wet for you. Make a baby for us.”
V pulled Kima to him and thrust a finger inside of her. She was dripping wet just as she said. “Bend over the bed so I can get inside you really deep and after I cum you're staying like that.”
Kima giggled when he told her that, but her giggles soon turned to moans of pleasure as his cock thrust inside of her repeatedly.
Oh, fuck how she’d missed V. He was talking dirty to her and it made her quiver.
“You love this baby, don't cha? Your pussy is gripping my cock. Shit! That feels so good. No other cock will ever be inside of this cunt again. You belong to me. You want it deep and hard, don't you? I feel that pussy clenching my cock. I feel you dripping all over it. Tell me how much you want my cum.”
Kima was almost there. “Veiko, fuck me harder. I want your cum. Give it to me now! I love you!”
V could feel her quivering all around his cock. He pulled out and thrust as deep as he could as he spilled his cum into her. He waited to pull out.
“Stay like that babe, one of the bros told me a few ways that are certain to get you knocked up. Lemme put a pillow underneath your tummy. I'll be ready to try again in a little bit.”
Kima looked at V and wondered what the hell was wrong with him. “Veiko, we can make a baby just having sex, you know. I don't have to have my ass sticking up in the air!”
V smiled at her. “Yeah, I know, but think of all the fun we'll have. Babe, I was thinking…do we really have to do this wedding? Why can't we just go get married and do it our way?"
"Veiko, I'm having a wedding. My parents would be so hurt if we did that. You're just going to have to suck it up."
V grabbed his hard cock and shook it at her, “I knew you'd say that. If I have to go through a wedding you're going to be doing a lot of sucking, too—as in sucking me off."
Chapter Eighteen
Hunter brought the bro’s from Unlawful MC who wanted to patch into Bound for Hell MC to the clubhouse in Ocean Cove. They weren’t throwing as big a party as they usually would have. They were keeping everything quiet so the Filthy Fiends had no idea of the number of bro’s in the new Southern Jersey chapter or who was left in the Central Jersey chapter. Unless there were more rats in the club, bro’s were feeling better now. Bro’s were looking at each other with caution, too. Everyone was wondering about Rabid, silently. Tramp had come down to welcome the new members into Bound for Hell MC. Everyone was drinking and no women were allowed in the clubhouse tonight.
The new bro’s were all used to living the MC lifestyle and accepted the rules Tramp explained with no issues. They had hauled the huge sewing machine in from the warehouse and guys were cutting patches off their old colors while waiting for Threads, the bro who sewed patches to get to them. It was a rule in their club—you never leave your colors with someone not affiliated with the club. So it would be a long night and Threads would make himself a good amount of money for his sewing skills. It was good to see bro’s interacting with the new members. Nobody was fighting over whores, just listening to the jukebox, drinking and playing pool. Thrash and Nailz had to tell Tramp what Crazy had passed on to them. Veiko went into crowd to find him as Jersey made room for them in the office.
Tramp was in his late thirties, long black hair and wicked looking amber colored eyes. He didn’t have an old lady, although many women had tried to snag him over the years.
Sitting on the desk he looked at his bro’s wondering why they had such serious faces on. “You pull me into the office away from a party with sour faces, what da fuck is up now?”
“Shit, Pres, when we talked with Crazy, he told us some shit we felt you had to know. His old lady Jules had a kid, a boy. Crazy told us that it’s your son. Said he was sterile and you should be told. Said some shit about having the mumps. We all knew you were banging Jules. She ain’t around the club anymore, but if it’s your kid we thought you needed to know.” Thrash figured he may as well just tell Tramp the news bluntly. He watched emotions play across Tramp’s face.
“Where the hell is Jules and how the hell do I know it’s my son? Crazy give you any other proof?” Tramp could be blunt, too.
Thrash continued. “He said for her to get a blood test. All I know from Kima is the kid is named Jason. Crazy refused to pay support so Jules started dancing, but she isn’t talking much about where Jules is. Crazy beat Jules up a few times and the club backed him being with that new chick.”
Tramp looked pissed off. “What new chick? Is she still hanging around here? If so she’s a fucking rat, too. Find her ass now. I wanna know where Jules and the kid are. V get your old lady talking to Jules. I need to see my kid.”
Veiko hoped Kima wouldn’t be difficult. “Tramp, how the hell do you know it’s your son? My old lady isn’t well, I can’t force her to make Jules come forward. Ain’t like Kima sees Jules and Kima isn’t dancing anymore.”
Tramp looked Veiko in the eyes. “Crazy may have been a rat, but we were kinda close at times. We both fucked Jules together. I always wanted to get with her and that was the only way I was gonna hit it with her. So I took what I could get. As much as Crazy was Rabid’s boy, I’m not so sure he really wanted to be. He hated Rabid a lot. I think he wanted to tell me the truth a few times, but I always shut him down. I wasn’t losing my life over Rabid’s bullshit. Hell, he knew my real name and I knew his. We got pulled over one night and a cop called me Jason. If Crazy was sterile, it makes sense he’d name that boy Jason. So find my son and Jules. I can’t believe that fucker beat her, I thought he loved her. I should never have stepped down as VP. Look at all the shit Rabid did to this club. I’d love to have killed him myself. A son? Ah, shit. I never even thought about having a kid out there I didn’t know about. I’m gonna go get drunk and think about being a father.” Tramp walked past them out of the office. Nobody said anything for a minute or two.
Finally Jersey spoke up. “Well, that was fucking easy. Now how easy will it be to find Jules? Kima won’t give up a friend. V, you gotta use charm on her.”
Nailz snarled, “Enough
with this charm shit. We ain’t running a fucking charm school for bikers, moron!” He stomped out as Jersey, Thrash and V laughed.
“Jersey, you’re right. I’m gonna need charm, luck and everything I can think of. Kima is loyal and unless Jules wants to see Tramp, Kima won’t tell me a damn thing.” Veiko was serious.
Thrash groaned.” V, tell her this is a good thing. Tramp took it well. He’s got a thing for Jules. At least he’ll help her. Jules needs all the help she can get, doesn’t she?”
V shrugged. “I’ll try, but you may have better luck. Joy might know as she dances—Elena, too…but those chicks? They stick together. This just ruined my night. I don’t need all this stress.” V walked out of the office toward the bar.
Thrash stood up, “Come on, Charming. Let’s celebrate your being made president. Never thought I’d be your VP, either—but at least we have more going for us then the rest of the club. We’re both kinda charming in our own ways, aren’t we?”
Jersey had to laugh. “At least my VP has common sense to think like I do. Way easier to be nice to chicks, they damn near jump into my bed. Doing okay with the China mess? I didn’t wanna bring it up in front of Tramp.”
Thrash’s expression hardened. “Yeah. Fuck that cunt. I wasn’t meant to settle down. No woman will ever play me again like that slut did. When I grow up Jersey, I plan to be just like you, bro!” They both laughed as they joined the party.
Veiko stood looking over his old chapter. He wasn’t going to miss this place. They had leased Unlawful’s clubhouse from Hunter for the new chapter. It needed some work, but that was easy. He’d make better memories there and Kima wouldn’t be reminded of the past in the new clubhouse. Marco would be staying in the studio apartment attached to the clubhouse. V was glad Marco was sticking to his chapter. Snake had stayed with Jersey. Bullet was up with Tramp. Things were settling down finally and all they needed was for Jo to get her ass back home to Nailz. Maybe then Nailz would stop being such a grumpy bastard. He was happy Jersey had to deal with Nailz, too. The nomads that Tramp sent down had showed up tonight. They were tough and V liked them. Jersey and V would be arguing over who got Fox, Nico, Hyway, Slick, Ringo and Gypsy. Smiling, V went to get a drink and shoot the shit with his bros’.
By the time V got home it was pretty late, but Kima was in bed staring at the ceiling. She didn’t move when V came into the bedroom so he just went into the bathroom and took a fast shower. When V came back into the bedroom, Kima had tears running down her face. Veiko needed to put an end to this shit.
“Babe, stop it. You’re with me—safe and he’s never gonna hurt another person again. The rest of his scumbag “boys’ are gone. China’s gone, too. You have to stop dwelling on the past.”
Kima looked at him. “Do you know how to make it stop? I know he’s dead—I killed him. My mind replays it all the time. I have flashbacks of everything. Do you think I want to go through this?” Kima turned her back on him and sniffled.
Veiko was at a loss for words. What the hell was he supposed to say? He remembered Tramp wanting to see Jules. Maybe that would make her stop thinking. “Babe, I saw Tramp tonight. He wants to see Jules and her son—got word that the baby isn’t Crazy’s after all. Crazy said Tramp is the father. Tramp wants to see the boy and help Jules. So can you call her and set it up?”
Kima rolled over and looked at him. “Oh, hell no! I’m not getting involved with your club. I warned you about that. Where was Tramp when I needed help? Why didn’t Nailz call him or why didn’t you when you got out of the hospital if he is such a nice guy? I haven’t spoken but one time to Jules. She’s one of Darko’s dancers and maybe she has an old man in Nefarious by now. I hope she does. I’m going to take a sleeping pill. I have to get some rest. I can’t stand being tired all the time.” Kima reached her hand out to her prescription bottle on the nightstand and shook a pill out. “I love you, V—forever, but please don’t ask me to help your club anymore. Not yet. I’m really not ready to deal with them. Goodnight.” Kima turned out the bedside lamp and put a pillow over her head.
Veiko stood there and wondered when his old lady would be herself again. So much for helping him get a hold of Jules. At least he could call Tramp and tell him Jules was dancing at Dirty Deeds under Darko’s and Nefarious MC’s protection. Tramp was going to love that. V walked into the living room and made the call. When he finished, V turned on the television and flipped through the channels, but there was nothing on. V was almost afraid to get into bed with Kima. He didn’t want to wake her up. He didn’t know what had made her so touchy lately, but it needed to end now. If she hadn’t taken a sleeping pill, he’d have told her it had to stop tonight. The only way he could think of to stop this craziness was to forbid her to talk about Rabid with him. That was harsh, but for her own good—or he hoped it would be. He’d make sure each time she felt sorry for herself that he’d stop it. Besides, it was dangerous to talk about what happened. It was for Kima’s own good, Veiko reasoned. He got into bed and felt her arms go around him. At least she was the old Kima when she was sleeping.
It was early morning when Kima woke up. She looked at the man sleeping next to her and thought about how lucky she was. Last night Kima had lashed out at him again. Why couldn’t she just stop thinking and get on with her life? Somehow it had to stop. Sleeping pills weren’t the answer. V stirred next to her.
His arm snaked around her and he muttered “Good morning.”
Kima snuggled against him, loving the heat from his body.
“Kima, I got home last night and you were in a mood. You need to stop this and the only way I can think to end this shit is if we stop talking about it. I don’t want to ever hear Rabid’s name again. I mean it, babe. You don’t think it, say it or even dream of him. It ends today—before it ends us. Do you understand me? On this I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Kima stiffened in his arms. “Or what V? You’re going to leave me?
“Hell, no—but I’ll shut you down each time you do it. No more pills, either. We’re trying to have a baby and you don’t take pills. Put that bastard out of your head. It’s dangerous to talk about him. It ends today. Also, it’d be nice if you’d go with me to see Jules, later.”
Kima sat up. “I won’t talk about it. I’ll do my best not to think about it, but there is no way I can see Tramp and Jules’ baby. Don’t push me into going. I have plans with my mother over the wedding. There’s so much to do, V. You have to go alone or take one of your bros.”
Veiko smiled to himself. He wouldn’t push her to go with him, but he’d gotten his message across at least. Today was going to be a good day.
Chapter Nineteen
It was a windy and chilly mid-afternoon at the clubhouse. Cinnamon Girl by Neil Young was playing on the jukebox. It was the third time it had played and all Nailz could think about when he heard that song was Jo. He got up and kicked the jukebox.
Jersey looked at him. "What the fuck, Nailz? I played that song!"
Nailz glared at him. "Reminds me of Jo, idiot. Remember those rolls she made us? Fuck! I'm losing it not knowing where she is."
The phone rang and Jersey left a pissed off Nailz glaring at the jukebox. He was right back, "Bro, your daughter is on the phone. She says you have to come get her now."
Nailz looked at Jersey like he was crazy. "My daughter wouldn't call me here. She lives with her grandparents."
Jersey motioned to the phone. "Better go talk to whoever it is."
Nailz walked to the phone and barked, "Nailz, who the hell is this?”
He heard crying and a voice he hadn't heard in a few months, "Daddy, please come get me. They threw me out—said I'm too much for them to handle anymore. Grandpa wants to talk to you."
Nailz waited as Dianna's father spoke. "Neil, we can't handle your daughter anymore. She was tossed out of school again and we're too damn old for this. Dianna was bad enough, but Tearney is all you. Your parents are on a cruise or we would have called them. Come get her or we tur
n her over to the state."
"On my way." Nailz growled and turned to Jersey, "I need a favor…come with me to get Tearney. Her fucking grandparents threw her out. I finally got her. Shit! I need Jo more than ever now. Damn her."
Jersey tossed on his leather. "Your apartment has two bedrooms, bro. It’ll be fine. We'll take my van 'cause teenage chicks got lots of crap!"
Nailz was finally getting his daughter. He never believed that would happen. Over the years, some of his bro's met Tears at the park when he'd go to meet her. Jersey was her favorite and she called him Uncle Jersey. Of course, "the charmer" would be his daughter's favorite. He tried to ignore Jerz's nonstop advice on rearing a daughter.
Finally Nailz had to ask. "When did you become an expert on teenage girls?'
Jersey was happy to explain. "I have four sisters, bro. One is fourteen, one sixteen, one eighteen and the baby is ten years old so I can give you lots of advice."
Nailz looked at Jersey in amazement. "You never told me that before, Jerz. Guess you're hiding them from the club?"
"Hell yeah, I am. Nobody touches my sisters—not if they want to live." Jersey was dead serious.
They pulled up to where Tearney was and Nailz took a long look at that damn house that caused such sorrow in his life.
Nailz looked at his daughter with shock. Where had his little girl gone? Had it been so long since he'd last seen her? Tearney was all grown up. Her body was that of a woman’s. She had on tight bell bottoms with silver buttons going up the outside of each pant leg. A worn out olive army jacket was in her hand. Her belly button was peeking out of the tiny shirt she wore and her arms had all sorts of leather corded bracelets with peace signs dangling from them. Her hair was long and parted in the middle and she had a black velvet ribbon across her forehead, keeping her hair out of her eyes. A matching choker was on her neck. A stars and striped, red, white and blue fringed pocketbook hung over her shoulder. Tears was even wearing lipstick! Damn—this was his child? He looked with disdain at his former in laws.
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