REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel

by Jackson, Meg

  Gunner pulled out rapidly, while I was still coming out of my orgasmic black-out. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up so that my back was resting on his chest. Turning my face towards his, he kissed me softly for a long time. When he pulled away I couldn’t help but sway, my body exhausted and yet wanting to feel his lips on mine forever.

  ~ 14 ~

  The next morning, I stood outside the bar in the short dress, a gentle wind whipping around my legs. There were a few burly, tough-looking men hanging around but none of them paid me any mind.

  I watched as Gunner, Ace, and a younger man walked towards me, holding helmets. Gunner held an additional helmet, as well as a leather jacket. He tossed both at me.

  “Wait…we’re taking a…a bike?” I asked. I’d never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought scared me. Ace chuckled and rolled his eyes. Gunner just smiled.

  “We’re bikers, Serena. And soon, you will be too. No time like the present to get used to it,” he said through his smile. I was nervous, but I knew this was no time to back down. I put on the leather jacket, noting the Rattlesnake insignia on the back. It made me feel welcomed, and I thought about what it might be like to be a part of a family like this; unconventional, obviously, but maybe just what I needed. I popped the helmet onto my head and looked out through the visor.

  “Damn, but if she doesn’t look cute in all that,” Ace said, shaking his head. He wasn’t smiling, though. Gunner laughed and began walking towards one of the bikes parked outside. I followed, still nervous. He climbed on and patted the seat behind him; I hesitated, but I knew that I had to do it. Climbing on, I held tight to Gunner’s waist and closed my eyes.

  As the motorcycle kicked into gear and we pulled out of the parking lot, I was surprised at how good it felt. The vibrations of the motor seemed to fill my whole body, and with my pussy pressed up against the leather seat the feeling was quite pleasurable indeed. I blushed, even though no one could see me, to think about what those vibrations were doing to me.

  As we headed down a dirt road, I wondered, not for the first time, just where we were. The answer became obvious once we hit a main thoroughfare; we were about two hours outside of Manhattan, in a town on the Hudson. I knew from the vacations I used to take to a nearby ski lodge.

  For the next two hours, it was like being in heaven and hell at the same time. The vibrations were intense, but they also made me very sore. It was different than anything I’d ever experienced: the wind blew my hair out, made my dress fly up, made me feel free. I could suddenly understand why these men loved their bikes so much.

  I was almost disappointed to see the Manhattan skyline, because it meant the ride was almost over. But I pushed my disappointment away and instead focused on the mission. What was I going to say to my father once I saw him? I tried to rehearse a speech in my head but couldn’t. I would have to wing it. As we drew nearer and nearer to my father’s uptown apartment, I began to feel a dreading, sinking sensation in my stomach. I’d been excited, but now I was nervous. Facing my father always made me nervous; and now, I had good reason for it.

  Finally, the building came into view. The three bikes parked on a side street and we dismounted. I turned to look at the men, but they didn’t move.

  “Aren’t you…aren’t you coming with me?” I asked, wanting their support.

  “You’ve got to do this on your own, doll,” Gunner said. “But we’ll be waiting right here for you once it’s done.” He grabbed me and pulled me into a deep kiss. It made all my fears vanish; for the moment, anyway. Releasing me, he stared deep into my eyes. “You can do this.”

  And with Gunner’s faith, I knew I could.

  I breezed through the lobby; my father owned the whole building,and the doorman and security knew me. I was confident getting on the elevator and pushing the Penthouse button. I was confident up until the 14th floor. Then my knees began shaking and I swore I was going to throw up.

  The numbers increased slowly, giving me lots of time to panic and worry. Closing my eyes, I steeled myself; I remembered the feeling of the motorcycle humming between my legs, thinking about how much I’d changed, how much stronger I was now. I wasn’t a little girl anymore, and it was time to face him.

  Finally, the elevator pinged and the door opened. I stepped into my father’s apartment, noting with disdain the overdone mahogany and leather décor. I called out to him, but heard no response. Michael, his butler, popped his head out of a door.

  “Serena? What are you doing here, my friend?” I loved Michael, we’d always gotten along and he practically raised me. But this was no time to play catch-up.

  “I need to talk to my father. Now,” I said, striding towards him. He must have seen something in my eyes, because he pointed to my father’s office without a word. I grabbed hold of the doorknob, took a deep breath, and burst in.

  The look on my father’s face when he saw me was priceless. It told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t have any hesitations anymore.

  “I know what you did, Daddy. I know you had me kidnapped. I know you had me locked in that room. For what? To teach me a lesson? I…”

  “Serena, I, I…” he interrupted, but I wouldn’t let him.

  “No, Dad, shut up. I know what you did. You wanted to teach me a lesson; well I’m here to teach you a lesson instead. A lesson about what happens to a girl when you give her everything she wants except your love. What happens to her when you abuse her emotions her whole life. What happens when you go too fucking far. I’m here to collect what’s mine,” I said, seething. He looked back at me, anger rising in his face.

  “Nothing’s yours, Serena. Everything in this apartment is mine. And everything in your apartment is mine, too. You don’t know…”

  “Then I’ll just take it. I don’t need you to give it to me. You don’t deserve any of this, you coward,” I said. I wasn’t going to let him get a word in edgewise. He looked like he was ready to boil over with anger; no one ever talked to him like this. But behind that, he looked…afraid.

  “Your little plan backfired, Daddy,” I said, approaching his desk, “you’re not getting me back safe and sound and oh-so-grateful. You’re not getting me back at all. I’m leaving this city, and you’ll never hear from me again. You’re not to contact me, or try to contact me. Or I’ll tell this whole damn world what you did to your own daughter. And then you’ll never get Saks as a client.”

  I was at his desk now, and I ran my finger along his prized possession: it was a gold-plated, diamond-encrusted watch that he kept sitting on his desk like a trophy. I knew he’d paid a few hundred thousand dollars for it, a thank-you gift to himself. It was something he had always forbidden me to touch, the pride of his life, the thing that he looked at every day to feel better about himself. It was like a physical representation of the only thing he’d ever succeeded at: making tons and tons of money.

  I saw my father’s eyes trail down to my fingers as I stroked the watch in its holder.

  “Which are you afraid of losing more, Dad?” I said, snatching it up. The look of panic in his eyes as he saw me grab the watch answered the question for me. “I thought so.”

  With that, I turned around, proud that he could read the insignia on the back of the leather jacket.

  “S…Serena! You turn around this instant! I won’t stand for this! I won’t, I swear to God! You get back here right now! You think I won’t call the cops on you? I’ll call the whole damn National Guard on you, you little bitch!” I heard his voice slowly fading as I strode out of the office, down the hall, and to the elevator. Pushing the “down” button, I prayed it would arrive quickly. My legs were starting to shake and I wasn’t sure what I would do if he caught me before I could get on the elevator.

  The elevator pinged almost immediately, to my great relief, and as I walked in and turned around, pushing the lobby button, all I could see before the doors closed was my father’s angry, befuddled face as he tried to catch me. Behind him, Michael stood trying to hide a gri
n. I smiled back at him just as the doors finally closed; faintly, I could hear my father beating his fists against them and crying out.

  The time in the elevator gave me another chance to panic, but I closed my eyes and counted to ten. He wouldn’t call the cops, and if he did? He’d have to explain to all his clients and business partners why he’d set his daughter up to be kidnapped. That sort of thing would land him on the front page of every paper in the city. He’d never risk it. I only opened my eyes again when the elevator doors opened to the lobby. I almost ran out, not wanting security to have a chance to catch me.

  Once outside, I sprinted around the corner to where the bikes were parked.

  “Go, go!” I yelled, holding the prized watch over my head. Ace and the other man quickly donned their helmets and jumped onto their bikes; Gunner, though, merely stood with his arms open. As I ran into his embrace, smelling the musky scent of him, I almost collapsed from relief.

  “Well, I’ll be fucked, she’s the real deal,” I heard Ace say from his bike. Gunner pulled away and stared into my eyes. I could see pride and love on his face. He smiled.

  “I knew you could do it, doll. Now let’s get.” He held out my helmet and I put it on; jumping onto the back of his bike, I relished the feeling of the saddle between my legs. And that’s the last thing I remember before my new life started.

  THE END

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