Rather Be Wrong: Ronacks Motorcycle Club

by Debra Kayn

  "I believe you." She pushed off the stove, wiped her hands over her face, and turned toward him. "Breakfast is ruined."

  "Eh." Rod shrugged. "It's past lunchtime now. I've got burritos in the freezer we can heat up in the microwave."

  She moved to the refrigerator, opened the freezer door, and found the beef and bean burritos. "I'll get right on it. You'll be able to eat in three minutes."

  "Heather?"

  "Hm?" She chose the double cupboard to the left of the sink and got lucky finding the plates on her first try.

  He caught her hip. "Say no, and I'll make sure to put you on a plane, and you can go to the east coast. Hell, I'll send you to Alaska or somewhere I know is impossible for Tim to find you."

  She leaned in and kissed him. "I can't do that. Because if I can help, I want to be here with you."

  Not letting him second guess his decision, she nuked the burritos, found some hot sauce in the fridge, and sat down at the table. Rod ate his late lunch in silence while she forced each swallow down to put him at ease.

  When would Tim show up?

  How could she trust a man who was ready to kill his own brother?

  What would she do if he left her now when she was falling in love with him?

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Heather warmed a path from Rod's neck, down his chest, his abdomen, and took his cock in her mouth again. He let his head fall to the arm of the couch. The last three days, he'd made a good attempt at getting his fill of Heather and overshot. He'd ran out of fucking condoms last night.

  With only time to waste in the house, he'd taken to finding other ways to discover how to make her come. He lowered his hand to the back of her head as she bobbed slowly up and down on him. Heather had her own ideas on how to spend their time.

  While he loved to make her squirm in pleasure by using his hands and tongue, he wanted his cock in her pussy.

  She slipped her hands under his ass and took him deep in her throat. He stretched, thrusting up. His eyes closed at the intense pleasure, and his toes curled in his socks.

  His balls pulsed, and he tapped her cheek with his fingers to bring her off him, but she only sucked on him harder.

  "Sassy," he said with a groan.

  In answer, she sucked his length in clear, deliberate strokes, keeping a dedicated rhythm, refusing his offer for her back away before he shot his load. Unable to stop, he let go and came in her mouth. The constriction of her throat as she swallowed him caressed his cock and he shuddered.

  Heather slowly slid off him. His legs and hands shook with the release. His cock fell out of her and landed on his stomach. He grinned down at her.

  She licked the corner of her mouth, drank from the water bottle on the coffee table, and wiggled her brows. "We can check blowjobs on the couch off our official couple to-do list.

  "There's a list?"

  She laughed. "Oh, yeah. I was thinking about all the places in your house we had sex while I was trying to fall asleep last night. There are only a few more places we need to use before you have to think about buying a bigger house if you plan on keeping me around."

  "I'll keep that in mind." He pulled her naked body up onto the couch and tucked her between the back cushions and his body. "I need to call the clubhouse and see if someone will bring a box of condoms over. I'm not going to last much longer. Every time you touch me, I want inside of you."

  She pushed up on her good elbow. "I'm on birth control pills and —"

  "No." He kissed her quick and hard, rolled off the couch and pulled up his jeans.

  She sat up and grabbed her clothes off the coffee table. "You won't even consider it? We could talk about...our pasts."

  "No." Rod slipped on his T-shirt and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. "I'm good keeping it safe until this is all over and we both get tested."

  "But, we could talk."

  His gaze narrowed. "I have no desire to hear about your past experience with...other men."

  "Oh," she whispered. "I see."

  The thought of anyone touching her had him wanting to keep her on lockdown forever. She was his from the moment they met.

  He found his boots scattered on the floor at the end of the couch. "I'll call—"

  "No." She lunged from the couch and grabbed the cell out of his hand. "Don't act crazy."

  "We need condoms, and someone can bring them to us. What's crazy about that?"

  "I don't want any of the bikers bringing condoms here." She shook her head. "I get it, I'm a grown woman, and we're having sex, but I haven't known my dad long as an adult. It's hard enough for him knowing I'm seeing his best friend. I don't need my image as a content, responsible adult to be tarnished over birth control."

  "I can't think of any other way for him to learn that you're responsible than by asking him to bring condoms to the house." Rod shook his head. "Swiss will get over the fact that his little girl is all grown up."

  "What if he doesn't get over it and his feelings influence how he views me?" She wrapped her arms around him and tilted her head back to look at him.

  "Sassy, what do you think Swiss will do if you disappoint him?"

  She shrugged, but there was nothing flirtatious about her movement. "He could drop out of my life. Again."

  "He ain't going anywhere." He smoothed back her hair and tilted her face. "He loves you."

  "I know," she said softly.

  Her admittance hit him on how deeply she felt about losing her dad in her life when she was little more than a baby.

  She blew out her breath. "Besides, you don't want him breaking up his friendship with you over everything that is going on, asking him for condoms might push him over the edge."

  He snorted. "We don't have a friendship. We're brothers for life. We ride with purpose."

  "Whatever. Just don't call anyone. I'll figure something out." She kissed him.

  "You've got about six hours." He walked over to the window thinking about Swiss and how he'd expected his MC brother to deal with him and Heather. Maybe Heather was right, and Swiss had a problem with him beyond getting used to the idea of him being with Heather.

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Heather straightened the couch cushions and removed three water bottles from around the living room. Leaving Rod to keep watch for his brother, she went into the kitchen. Out the window, she spotted Girl walking the fence line. Heather leaned over the counter to keep sight of her. She'd never seen Girl act like a normal dog without a care in the world, enjoying the sunshine, the grass, and the occasional sniff.

  Girl lifted her head toward the house. Heather peered closer. Something was off with the dog.

  "Uh, Rod?" she called out. "When did you put Girl outside?"

  "Early this morning. She's back in the spare room."

  Her heart raced. "Rod, you need to come here. Quick."

  Within seconds, Rod pressed up against her, peering out the window over her head. Afraid of what she was seeing, she whispered, "That's not Girl, is it?"

  "Heather, get away from the window." He stepped away, opened the second drawer under where the silverware was kept, and removed a pistol. "I need you to get in the bedroom and lock the door. Then, call your dad and tell him to stay ready."

  "How did another dog get in your yard?" she asked, not wanting to leave him.

  He turned her around and nudged her toward the hallway. She hunched over and had no option but to move in the direction of the bedroom.

  "That's what I'm going to find out," he said.

  She stopped the moment his hand left her back. "Don't go outside."

  "Room. Now." His words broke through her panic. She turned and ran.

  She closed the door and pulled her phone out of the pocket of her shorts. Her finger shook as she pulled up her dad's number. Her harsh breathing filled the room as she waited to hear any noise from outside.

  "Come on. Come on," she whispered into the phone. "Please answer, dad."

  "Heather?" said her dad.

 
; "There's a dog in the yard. It's not Girl. Rod went outside and won't let me go with him," she said, tripping over her words. "H-he wants you to stay ready but please, please, come over here and help him find out how the dog got through the fence. I don't want him out there alone in case his brother comes over."

  "Take a breath, baby," said her dad. "Where are you?"

  She inhaled. "The bedroom. Rod's bedroom."

  "Listen to me and do everything I say, okay?"

  She nodded and realized he couldn't see her over the phone. "Okay."

  "I want you to sit on the floor."

  She crossed her feet and lowered herself to the floor, and Girl started barking in the house. Almost dropping the phone, she scooted to the door. "Girl's barking. I need to go check on her."

  "No," shouted her dad. "Just stay in the room. Do not go out."

  "Oh, God," she whispered. "Please come."

  "LeWorth and Mel are a mile away from you and on their way." Her dad's voice was muffled. "I need to hang up, Heather. I can't ride and hold the phone."

  She pressed her hand to her forehead. "Okay. I'll be alright. Go."

  Girl scratched at her door. Heather disconnected the call and leaned against the door. She had to do something to help. Rod was outside by himself. Girl was freaking out.

  "Good doggy," she said, trying her best to calm down Girl while convincing herself that Rod would be fine and her dad was coming to check on both of them. "It's okay. Rod is coming back."

  Girl continued barking.

  Heather continued talking.

  Her phone rang. She answered before it could make any more noise.

  "Hello?"

  "Hello, Heather," said an unfamiliar male voice. "I thought this would be the perfect time for me to call and we could have a little chat to get to know each other."

  "Who is this?" She looked around the room. The dog no longer barked and the house was silent.

  "My brother hasn't told you about me?" The man tsked. "Mom and I were just discussing last night how we hope having you in Rod's life would bring him around to believing that family is important. We miss him, obviously, but even more than that none of us are getting any younger. It's time to put aside our differences and be a family again."

  "You're Tim?" She crawled over to the bed and sat down on the mattress.

  "Wonderful. My brother has mentioned me to you." Tim laughed. "So, I was thinking now would be the perfect time to meet with you. In fact, I was thinking, since it's summer and the weather is great, we could try and plan a family get-together for a future date."

  She stood from the bed and went to the window. Peeking out, she scanned the backyard for Rod. If Tim was on the phone with her, that meant he wasn't outside ready to hurt Rod.

  What was she supposed to do? Rod wouldn't want her talking to him, but if she could keep him on the phone, if he was close, she could distract him until Rod came in the house.

  "Heather?" said Tim. "Let's not worry about Rod right this minute."

  She stepped away from the window. Could Tim see her looking outside?

  "I can see where I've shocked you by calling out of the blue. When I saw you put your phone on the bar in front of me, and it was so, so easy to find out what your phone number is, I knew it was a sign for me to reach out to you." Tim sighed. "Poor Heather stuck inside the house while her boyfriend is away. Now, you're going to listen to me."

  She gulped, spotting his instability and the way his tone shifted from pleasant to dominant. She'd need to keep him calm and not irritate him until Rod came in the house. "What can I do for you, Tim?"

  "That's good." Tim laughed. "Pretending to deflect your fear into concern, while trying to stall the conversation because you think my little brother will save you."

  She pressed her fingers to her temple. Everything inside of her told her to remain calm, to not antagonize him. She'd had to confront others who were unstable in the past. The guy who broke into the shelter looking for his girlfriend. She'd talked him down until police arrived and nobody got hurt. And, the woman who believed her spouse abused her and it turned out she was the one abusing her kids and confessed that God told her to keep the children locked in the trunk of her car. She not only took control of the situation, but she'd talked the woman into giving her the location of the car and saved the kids.

  "I'm listening to you, Tim. I'm just surprised to hear from you." She softened her voice. "Rod and I would enjoy meeting with you. The Fourth of July is only a month away and a perfect time for families to get together. I remember Rod mentioning that you live in Missoula. It'll be a beautiful drive for us to go to your house."

  Silence greeted her.

  She inhaled deeply. Had she gone too far? Had Tim heard the fear in her voice?

  "Tim?" said Heather.

  Her pulse pounded, and she held her breath to hear better.

  Suddenly, Tim shouted, "You fucking bitch."

  She pulled the phone away from her ear in shock. He'd disconnected the call.

  Chapter Thirty Four

  The trespasser licked Rod's arm. He ran his hand over the dog's fur and down its legs. As his hand came into contact with the dog's left hind paw, the dog shied away from him.

  His anger straightened his body, and he walked toward the front yard, leading the dog who was more than willing to follow him to escape the unfamiliar barrier. The well-kept dog was obviously someone's pet and despite the bruised paw, got around okay.

  In the distance, he heard a low rumble. He scanned the area outside the fence, alert for any movement. Heather had followed his directions and called Swiss. A fool's run, because his brother wasn't outside. Only a stray dog.

  If Tim remained in Haugan, he'd have no choice but to live without any accommodations. Ronacks Motorcycle club had searched everywhere and kept an eye on the motel for anyone of his description trying to rent a room. Because of Tim's mental condition, he had no friends to stay with while in town. Rod stretched his fingers around his pistol. In a few days, if they came up empty handed, he'd take the trip to Missoula to his childhood home where Tim usually resided.

  Never having been put on disability of any kind, Tim survived by stealing money and food. Living off grid came naturally. His brother's mind kept him busy where his living conditions no longer mattered.

  The roar of motorcycles grew louder. He keyed in his birthdate, knowing that was something Tim could figure out easily and gain entrance into the yard. Though he suspected his brother tossed the dog over the fence, in the process hurting the dog's paw, rather than set off the alert inside the house when the proper keycode was punched in.

  The latest event was only a step in Tim's fucked up game he enjoyed playing.

  "Out you go," said Rod, stepping back and letting the dog run through the gate.

  The dog never hesitated and continued running north toward town. Rod stayed where he was at the sight of LeWorth riding down the road with Mel behind him. His MC brothers barely stopped in his driveway when Swiss showed up.

  Rod took a cigarette out of his vest pocket and lit the end by the time his MC brothers turned off their motorcycles and the area quieted. "Everything's okay."

  "What the hell happened?" Swiss threw his leg off his bike and approached him.

  Rod exhaled smoke. "Heather spotted a strange dog in the yard. I came outside and walked it through the gate so it could go home."

  "That's it?" Swiss shook his head and looked toward the house. "Where's my daughter?"

  "In the bedroom where I left her. Safe and probably worried because I'm out here and not inside with her." Rod lifted his eyebrow. "She called you, seeing as you're here."

  Being an asshole came easily and distracted his MC brothers from the way Rod teetered on the edge of believing his brother was outside waiting for him and his disgust at Tim for using an innocent animal to further his plan. Knowing Heather — though she tried to be strong for him — was in the house scared out of her mind with worry over him made him want to go back in
side and not listen to Swiss's contempt toward him.

  Heather worrying over him was an undeserving emotion she never asked for. It was his fault she was dealing with his bullshit.

  So, he took it out on the man who'd stood by him longer than anyone in his life. Heather's dad.

  Maybe that's why he decided to shrug off his brother's latest sick step in his game and excuse the call as a dog stuck in the yard. At least he had control of the situation.

  "I'm going back in and letting her know everything is okay, and the dog is on its way home. I appreciate you coming by." He closed the gate and walked to the house, aware of the two minutes it took his MC brothers to start their bikes after he left them outside the fence.

  He went inside the house, reset the gate and turned on the security alarm. "Heather?"

  Girl barked. He went down the hallway and found the dog laying outside the bedroom door looking at him.

  "Ah, good job." He scratched Girl behind her ears. "You decided to protect my woman, huh?"

  He straightened and opened the bedroom door, surprised to find it unlocked. Girl shot behind him into the spare room across the hall.

  Heather sat on the bed staring at the floor. Her pale cheeks an indicator of what she'd gone through alone in the bedroom while he went outside. His chest tightened.

  "Heather?" he said.

  She raised her gaze, and her shoulders sagged. He moved forward and squatted in front of her.

  "Everything is okay. I let the dog out. Your dad and a couple other Ronacks members swung by. I've got everything locked up tight again." He rubbed her thighs. "We're going to be okay. It was only a stray."

  She shook her head. "No, I think I screwed up."

  "No, sassy. You did exactly what I told you to do. Your dad came." He chuckled. "Even Girl stepped up and acted like a real dog. I found her outside the bedroom door, protecting you."

  "This isn't a joke." Heather looked down at her hands. "Your brother called me."

  "What?" He lost his balance and grabbed onto the bed, pulling himself up to sit beside her. "How?"

  She leaned against him. "I left my phone on the counter at the bar the night he grabbed me because I got a text from a friend and wanted to answer her when I got a break from waiting on the customers. He stole my number when he was sitting at the bar."