Shamed (A Ruthless Rebels MC Novella Book One)

by Michele, Ryan

  I’m at the house, putting away our new dishes when DJ comes in. The man does things to me just being in the same space. I don’t know how we managed to get where we are and I don’t know how to turn my heart off, but we’re here, together. It scares me to think of him leaving again. I’m too invested. Mom’s too invested and even Aunt Ruth too. They love DJ and his brothers as much as I find I do.

  “Got an hour,” he half growls at me. “Gotta break this house in right, Kenie. Got one hour to fuck you every place I can before everyone arrives with furniture, food, and your mom and Aunt get back. Strip baby and quick like,” he orders as he kicks off his boots and hangs his cut on the front door knob, twisting the lock.

  God, I love when he’s so direct and the way the talks. That demand and obey tone that causes my entire body to electrify. Or maybe it’s just him, my DJ.

  He dumps a wad of condoms on the kitchen island and I have to wonder how many times he thinks he’s going to fuck me before everyone shows up.

  “You think so?” I push the final plate into the cupboard and turn to my man. “I’m busy ya know,” I tease and love the fire that flashes in his eyes. That heat, hunger and lust. Only DJ, it’s only ever been him. Will only ever be him. Forever.

  “You know better, Kenie.” DJ comes at me like a caged animal and I’m its prey. Arousal builds low in my belly and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. He places his hands on either side of me on the counter, blocking my path. His nostrils flair as he breathes in and out rapidly.

  I know I shouldn’t poke the bear, but I’m intrigued to find out how this DJ, the new one will handle it. My DJ from before would play along because he knew what he’d get in the end. Sometimes being curious is the wrong thing, but what the hell.

  “Know what?”

  He doesn’t answer or play into my hand like he would’ve back in the day. No, he plunges his tongue inside my mouth so roughly our teeth scrape and clank. My hands fly to his hair holding him tight all the while his hands roam my body undressing me with practiced ease.

  Our lips only disconnect when my shirt goes flying from my body. He tastes so damn good that I devour him, meeting him and keeping up pace.

  I reach down to unbuckle his belt and he bats my hands away doing it himself in record time. I smile into his mouth, loving that he wants me this badly. Knowing that it’s only me, will only ever be me. That’s a rush like no other.

  DJ’s hands come to my ass and he lifts me while I wrap my legs around his hips. My back hits the hard granite countertop of the island and I realize quickly, in this position we’re at perfect height for one another. I hear foil tearing, then my knees are bent up spreading myself wide for DJ.

  His piercing scrapes me in the most delicious of ways as he thrusts into my wet pussy. I clutch on to the counter edge as he forcefully angles his hips in and out of me like a well oiled machine. Sweat beads down my face as the orgasm rolls through me and I scream.

  “Fuck yeah. Want you screamin’ in every fuckin’ room of this house Kenie. Let the fuckin’ neighbors know you’re fuckin’ mine.”

  With DJ’s arms under my knees, he lifts me, our bodies still connected. Breathing hard, I wrap my arms around his neck for support. Using his arm muscles and hips, DJ burrows in and out of my heat, this new position allowing his piercing to hit just the right spot high up inside of me.

  “DJ. I’m gonna come again if you keep that up.”

  “Good.”

  I’m not sure how he does it, but he walks us into the living room, my back plastered up against the wall, DJ’s brutal strength holding me up. His cock thickens as his skin becomes damp. Every muscle in my body tenses like a locked vice as I scream out my release. I note that DJ’s movements only still shortly.

  “I’m fuckin’ comin’,” he growls out as his dick twitches and releases. We fall to the floor and he pulls out of me, kissing me hard. “Only four more rooms to hit, we need to get on it.” He squeezes me and somehow I manage to scramble up. He chases me down the hallway to our bedroom, where he shows me exactly what he meant.

  We didn’t make it to the other bedrooms, but ours and the bathroom got a good work over, leaving us here a tangled mess together in our hallway floor. I smile up at Dixon James Cartwright, my own cowboy on a steel horse. “Is life with a biker all about grease rags and oil cans?”

  He laughs, “You want me all dirty, Kenie?”

  “I love you any way I can get you.”

  He smacks my naked ass, “Better get dressed before you get me again and everyone shows up to our private show.”

  I tap my chin like I’m actually thinking about it. We do have a couple of more rooms, but time is a wasting.

  “Kenie, love the challenge, but if a single one of my brothers ever sees the fine ass I have in my bed, I’m gonna fuckin’ slice and dice them. For their protection, we gotta get showered, dressed, and be hospitable. They leave and I promise another round.”

  “Oh should I wear a dress and heels with a smile and cookies to show my hospitality?” I joke with him as we both stand and make our way to the shower.

  “Fuck that shit, my club takes you as you are Kenie, jeans and a t-shirt, baby; plus, you gotta understand you have to be comfortable pointing to the boys where you want all this shit to go. Interior design is all you.”

  I laugh and realize how relaxed I am for the first time in so many years. “If design is up to me, then DJ, we’re in trouble.”

  Chapter 15

  Thinking with my head, heart, and cock – it’s a winning combination!

  “It checks out man,” Thumper says sitting behind his desk in the office. “That asshole is your father. He owes Bender. Bender is a smart man, knew you were Rebels. He was going to get his money one way or another. Either makin’ money off your mother or from you.”

  “Why not my piece of shit father?” I ask really wondering how my mother ended up taking the debt of a man who was never around.

  “He doesn’t have a pot to piss in.”

  “The Benz he was rolling in?” None of this is making sense.

  Thumper smirks, “Rental.”

  I scoff. That’s not surprising. There was no way my mom was affording that when she can’t even keep a roof over her head. Surely, any man she kept company with wouldn’t be able to afford it either.

  “Where does Kenie fit in all this?”

  “Her connection to you. Clear cut and dry. Bender was getting his money.”

  Fucking pisses me off that he even thought of hurting my girl. Pisses me off that my father is a worthless piece of shit who can’t just stay in his own life, but has to drag my name through shit. Pisses me off that mother still can’t get her shit together and never will.

  “He needs to be taken out.” My eyes look dead into Thumper’s. “Can’t have any threats to Kenie. If he’s already using her, he’ll go a step further—than another step and it’ll end up with his blood on my hands anyway.”

  “We protect ours,” is Thumpers only reply and for me—that’s the go sign.

  “We protect ours,” I confirm. This is going to be over and done with today. I refuse to have this over our heads a moment longer. I’ve got my woman back and now it’s time to live free.

  Four hours later, TT has secured Bender’s location. Unfortunately, he’s not alone therefore there will be casualties. As long as it isn’t one of the Ruthless, I don’t give a fuck. Taking out his top enforcers will only confirm that Kenie, the club and myself are all safe.

  We pull up to a hole in the wall dive bar outside of town. The outside is so dilapidated that no one that wasn’t from around here would know it’s even open. The county has talked about tearing it down for years, but rumor has it that Bender has paid the guy in charge off to keep it. TT found out the place was once Bender’s fathers. So, we think it’s for sentimental reasons. Hopefully he’s good with dying here, because that’s what’s happening in about five fucking minutes.

  Shamus and TT climb out of my truck while Grin
der and Oscar climb out of Lurch’s. We’re going for the element of surprise and with the tailpipes of the Harley’s… yeah, not smart.

  Pulling out my Glock, Shamus, TT and I take the front door. Grinder, Oscar and Lurch take the single back door. Both exits are covered. These fuckers are done.

  I press the button on my phone sending the text to Lurch. Go time.

  Entering, I spot my mark immediately and his eyes come to mine a second later. He’s calm, too calm and I don’t like that shit.

  “Out,” I order the bartender and the two waitresses giving them a chance to get out of this mess before they meet the end of my gun. The only other people are Bender and four of his crew. The crew stand up at my command, their guns pointed on us.

  “Well, well well,” Lurch says from the other doorway, the crew turning to him with guns. Six against five, easy.

  “You won’t take me out,” Bender says ever so casually as if I don’t have a gun pointed at his head and ready to be fired at any given second.

  “Why the fuck is that?”

  “Cause there will be a bounty out on your mother’s head,” he says.

  “I could give two shits if there’s something on her. See, that’s where you fucked up. I don’t care about my mother or that piece of shit for a father. Who you don’t mess with is my club and Kenderly. That shit doesn’t fly.”

  I don’t hesitate and pull the trigger hitting him right between his eyes. My brother’s take shots just as the crew does. Luckily for us, the crew is the one that falls to the ground.

  “Burn it.”

  Skinny smiles and heads to the back to find the water heater. A few simple tweaks and the place is up in flames. Bye, bye Bender, bye, bye piece of shit bar. The bounty on the heads of my sperm and egg donor’s heads isn’t my concern. They made their beds. I may give them a running start though.

  “Go,” I tell my parents later that day as they sit in the holding room. They should be grateful I took off the zipties or they wouldn’t be able to use their arms. “Don’t come around my club, Kenie or me ever again. I see you within ten miles of here, I’ll put a fuckin’ bullet in you myself.”

  “You wouldn’t,” my dumbass mother says on a gasp.

  “Try me. It’s takin’ everything I’ve got right now not to end you here on the spot for bringing all this shit down on me and mine. So fuckin’ try me,” I growl low pulling out my gun.

  “We’ll go,” Jeral says.

  “I can’t believe you two idiots. Have a nice life.” What’s left of it. If there is a bounty, they’ll be gone. If there isn’t and they stay away, I don’t give a fuck.

  “Dixon, I…” my mother starts.

  “Fuckin’ save it. I don’t want to hear your shit. I’m done with it. This town is done with it. Get the fuck out of here before you’re six feet under.”

  Jeral pulls my mother out of the room. Hopefully that’ll be the last I see of them.

  I nod to my brothers. “Need to get home to my woman.”

  “More like need to be buried in her,” Shamus jokes, but I’m not in the mood.

  “Look who’s fuckin’ talkin’,” I counter leaving, hopping in my truck and going home.

  The house is dark and quiet. I enter our room and see my woman lying on the bed, blankets covering her sexy body up to her neck. She told me once that she’s cold without me next to her. Fucking love I do that for her.

  I strip, shower, washing all the shit off of the night. I smirk when I see her new pink toothbrush beside mine. Remembering brushing my teeth with hers the first time and laying claim to something else of hers. Stupid to some, maybe, but to me, I want and have always wanted everything about Kenderly, even her damn toothbrush beside mine or sharing one if we have to. Turning off the bathroom light, I go to our bed and slide into Kenie’s back. My cock strains and I lift her leg enough to get over my thigh and slide my cock right into her heat. She jolts awake. It took a couple of nights reminding her about the going to bed without clothes but she’s finally gotten on the same page as me.

  “DJ,” she gasps.

  “Better fuckin’ be,” I growl in her ear, attacking that sensitive spot on her neck. She goes liquid against me, her hips moving in tune with my cock. She reaches behind for me, gasping and moaning as we ride each other hard and fast.

  Kenie buries her head in the pillow and screams out her release. Even though her mother is on the other side of the house, she still does this. I fucking hate it because I want to hear those cries clear as day, but that’s me being the selfish dick I am. I know it. I own it.

  “Sleep,” I whisper, still lodged inside of her, holding her tight, we fall asleep.

  Chapter 16

  When unicorns shit glitter … it doesn’t get more real than that.

  “Mom, are you sure about this?” I ask not believing my mom and Aunt Ruth have gotten their own place.

  Mom has come so far in such a short amount of time, I struggle with not smothering her though. She went into a program for a short time and worked out some of her thoughts. She is still in an outpatient program with a support group and all. Aunt Ruth has completely recovered from the fire and she’s looking healthy once again. I’m still not sure if it was the stress or something else that had her looking so pale before the fire.

  I have a new job, because DJ wasn’t comfortable with me going back to the gas station. Truth be told, after everything with Bender’s men and his mom showing up, I wasn’t comfortable going back either. So I didn’t put up much of a fight. The local newspaper had one single opening for an advertising receptionist. Basically, I work Monday through Friday from nine to five, answering calls and scheduling ads in the classifieds. It’s easy and I find I actually enjoy the work. I get inside peeks at the stories coming, I even sit in on the monthly feature meetings where we vote on what to make the theme in the locals section for that month.

  I never thought I would find the newspaper fun, but I do. With the money, I’ve been able to make solid payments to DJ for my car. Okay; well, not exactly payments to DJ. I deposit the money into our joint account that he insisted we have and I refuse to touch a dime of it, so it sits in the bank.

  Mom and I sit on the front porch in side by side rocking chairs. The breeze blows softly around us as the sun goes down for the night.

  “Honey, it’s time. Your aunt and I love you. We love DJ. This is the time in your life for you to build a family of your own, in your home. We’re just down the road and will be over for dinner regularly.”

  Tears build behind my eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “Oh sweetheart, you’ve had enough years giving up everything for me. Now it’s time you live for you.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Soon you and DJ are gonna fill this house up with little ones of your own.”

  I give a half laugh. “Mom, you sure you don’t feel like you have to leave.”

  “I’ll tell you like I told Dixon, I know we’re welcome here anytime, but I’m an old woman who needs to have my own space again. You two are young and in love, you need space for that.” She winks and I can feel the blush covering my cheeks.

  Aunt Ruth pulls up from the last trip of taking personal items to their new place that is literally less than a mile down the road. Yet, feels like hundreds. “Time is here,” Mom says standing.

  Getting up, I give her a hug. “I love you, Mom.”

  “Love you, Kenderly,” she whispers back and heads off the porch in a happy stride to her waiting sister. I wave as I watch the two of them drive off.

  It’s quiet as I look out to the open land around us. When we first moved in the plan was to rent for a while, but I quickly fell in love with the place. DJ convinced the owner to sell us the house and property giving us four acres of our own. I smile thinking about maybe having a dog and looking ahead to our children playing in the backyard. My dad’s old Honda sits in front of the house. Mom and I drive it on occasion to keep it running, but other than that it sits. There’s a soft glow cascading
over the old thing as the sun continues its path below the horizon.

  “Dad, I hope you can see us. We still miss you every day, but we’re okay,” I whisper to the wind. “Finally, we’re okay.”

  The rumble of his motorcycle causes a flutter in my belly as I wait watching for DJ to pull in. His beard splits down the middle and blows backward in the wind as he pulls up to stop in front of me. I stand to lean on the ledge to our front porch as he climbs off his bike and walks up carrying a box he took from the saddlebag.

  “What’s this?” I ask as his eyes dance with deviousness.

  “Open it,” he commands handing me the square white package.

  I’m on the top step with him at the bottom making me eye level with him. Carefully, I open the box to pull out a white and pink stuffed unicorn. Pulling it out, glitter bursts everywhere, scattering around the box, my hands and the air around us.

  “Kenderly Marie Hanson, before you have my baby, I want you to have my last name.”

  Emotions fill me and I let the tears fall from my eyes. “Is this one of those saying it, poof makes it happen things again, DJ? You know, like the you’re mine and that’s it, firm. Just because you say I’m taking your name and having your baby doesn’t mean it, poof, happens.”

  He doesn’t speak but drops to one knee in front of me, the small black box sits on his palm as he moves to open it revealing my mother’s diamond ring. “If you want a new one I can get you one, but your momma wanted you to have this. She says a love like theirs is rare and she sees it in us. Baby, before you have my baby, will you be my wife?”

  “Dixon, we don’t even know if I’m pregnant.”

  “All the more reason to get married now,” he smirks arrogantly. “Plus, I ain’t wrapped up in months and you haven’t had any signs in months that you aren’t. You may live in denial about that precious bump you got goin’ on but the rest of us are happy. Fuck, I’m so happy, Kenie. I want the unicorn to shoot glitter if I can have you as my wife and we raise our kids together in a way we both once dreamed together.”