by Kat Cameron
Tonight we were going to my house. I needed a balance for myself and it wasn’t this clubhouse. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it here but I just didn’t feel like being here tonight. Getting them into their car seats, I took them down to Snake’s office to see if there was any update on Stana. Fuck, what a beautiful name.
“Come in.” he hollered. Walking in with the kids in each arm, the guys came and immediately took them out of their seats. The guys had been the most supportive since they came into my life. Always doing everything they could to help out when I needed it or just play with them when I had them here in Snakes office.
“Come here you handsome little devil you.” Knuckles cooed to Dylan. I chuckled at this because this man was well over six feet tall and had a beard that could almost reach his belly button. He was tatted all over and seemed to have a sweet spot for my kids. Meanwhile, I heard babbling coming from Delia in Snake’s arms. She was looking at him like he hung the moon.
“So there isn’t anything on the web about Stana but I haven’t gone through the dark web yet either. I had a feeling I would be able to find some shit out there considering who's daughter she is.” Nodding my head that I understand, getting the kids ready to go again we leave for our home.
About three days later, early in the morning, I got the call from Knuckles that he found her and all the info on her. After finding out what she went through I wanted to murder the sick fucks that committed the “accident” as Stana called it. After calling the babysitter for the kids, I hopped on my bike and got to the clubhouse so we could hash out the details of my plan to get her back.
When I got there, I decided I wanted to take Gunner with me since he was one of the best people to take on one or two people missions like this. He was quiet but deadly when he needed to be. I figured he could watch my back while I figured out how to persuade Stana to come back with me. After a few hours of hashing that out, I talked to Knuckles and found out that she moved from the shelter she was staying at and was at a park right now. He pulled up the camera and she looked relatively clean in the same clothes she left with.
“Let’s get going Gunner! Hopefully, she doesn’t go anywhere in the next half hour since that is how long it will take us to get to her.”
“Drive safe boys and bring back our girl.” Snake told me. Huh. Fucking weird.
Chapter Four
Crow
Driving on my bike towards Stana gave me an exhilarated feeling. Night time driving was a favorite of mine. It would always bring my mind to a peaceful spot. Just something about the moon, stars, and the pitch black night I guess. There were some things in life that I had learned not to take for granted. This second chance was one of them. I never wanted to be with anyone for the rest of my life. Seems like there were other plans in my future. I thought maybe I felt this way because she was the one who saved me. Now I knew I felt something more than just simple hero worship. It’s crazy though because I had only met her four days ago. What the hell kind of twisted fate was that?
Coming out of my thoughts, I saw that we were getting closer to the park. Giving Gunner the signal to stay back for me he pulled over and turned off his bike. When I saw the park ahead of me and the bench where Stana was sitting now my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. Then another feeling came and this was a protective feeling, one where I would never let her sleep on the streets ever again.
I knew she heard me coming. The growl of my pipes had to alert her but she just sat there as I took off my helmet. Going to sit next to her, I saw she just stared into space. I was content to just sit there with her for a little while. After about ten minutes, she finally turned her head and looked at me.
“Why would you come looking for me when you know there is trouble involved?” she questioned.
“Did you think I would just leave you stranded and not find you after you saved my life? Don’t you think I owe you as much for unknowingly saving my children from a lifetime of not being raised by the only parent that gives a shit?” I questioned right back.
“So you only came looking for me because you don’t want to have that on your conscience if something were to happen to me? I don’t need pity thanks. I have been roughing it on my own for a year now. I can do just fine on my own. You can go.” She pretty much demanded. To cement her words into the ground, she got up and started walking away. She was never going to walk away from me again if I could keep it from happening.
“Stana please don’t walk away. I won’t ever give you pity. I just want a chance at making this happen. I don’t care who your dad is or who is after you just please come home with me. Not to the clubhouse but to my home where I have the babies. My home where it would just be us four. Just give me a week to change your mind. If you still want to go after that then I won’t stop you but damn it all to hell just give me and the kids a chance with you.” I begged which was new because I never begged for anything from anyone in my life. I just prayed she said yes.
As she turned around. I could see the unshed tears in her eyes. Didn’t she see that she was lovable? She could literally be everything to me and the twins. I just needed her to give us the chance.
“You just don’t get it, do you? If I come with you then all of my running will have been for nothing! If my father finds me I can say goodbye to the chance we could've had and then fuck only knows what he would do to everyone else at the club, to you and your family! Why can’t you just leave it and me alone? I don’t want this to even come close to you. I will deal with this on my own. Please, Crow. Just leave damn it!” she yelled. Too bad she underestimated what I was willing to deal with for her.
“Not Crow. Garrison. You can call me Garrison.” I told her calmly. That got to her, she was stunned speechless for a moment.
“Now let’s go. Get on the back of my bike and come home with me. The twins are with the babysitter and I don’t like leaving them for too long if I don’t have to.” Yeah, that sounded more like a damn guilt trip rambling right out of my mouth before I could stop it, but it wasn’t a lie. To my surprise, she walked over to my bike and waited for me to follow.
As I walked over to my bike, I got this idea in my head to bend her over it and fuck her right there. I groaned as I walked to keep my head from going there again. It was super uncomfortable riding with a boner. Pulling an extra helmet from my saddlebag, I handed it to her.
She took a second to look at it, and it dawned on me then to ask, “You ever rode before babe?”
“Nope. Can’t say that I've ridden a death machine with two wheels, but I will try anything at least once. You sure about this Garrison? If I come with you there is no going back.” she bit her lip while she waited for my response. Fuck she was so sexy and I didn't think she even realized it.
Pushing her loose hair behind her ear I cupped her face and tilted her chin so she could look at me. Her eyes were so beautiful, fuck I could get lost in them.
“Stana there isn’t anything I want more than to take you home with me and sink so far into your pussy that I won’t know where you begin and I end. We aren’t going to do that tonight though. For now, I just want to take you home and give you a warm bed to sleep in and some good food to eat. Plus I would love to see you hold the twins again, they seemed to like you. Please for the love of everything come home with me. I will keep you safe. I can promise you that.” I pleaded with her. When she nodded her head, I asked her if I could kiss her. When she whispered yes I took my time getting to her lips.
She looked at my lips as I slid my nose down hers savoring her soft skin. Threading my hands into her hair I gave her a few kisses just to test her. I didn’t want to push too hard since she agreed to come home with me.
“You gonna kiss me like a fucking boy that doesn’t know what he is doing or are you gonna kiss me like a fucking man that wants me like he said he does?” Well fuck me, she's got a fucking mouth on her. I loved a sassy woman that could hold her own. Diving in to kiss her like she wanted, I dragged her int
o a bruising kiss. Licking at her lips, she let me in. When I felt the little ball on her tongue, I groaned. I was hard as a rock instantly. We battled for dominance and then she sucked on my tongue.
Fuck!
She moaned into my mouth and took my hand so she could push both of our hands against my dick. She was trying to get me to jerk off right here in the goddamn park. Nobody was here, and it was pitch black except for one light by the bathrooms. As she rubbed our hands up and down, she kissed me like I had control of her last breath. I pulled her hair so her head fell back and I kissed and licked up her neck finding one spot right on her collar bone that made her moan. Her other hand found my hair and her nails dug into my scalp. Damn, she knew how to turn me on like no one else. She must be a fucking wild cat in bed. When she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper, I almost came right there.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?” I gritted out between my teeth. Trying not to look like an amateur while she jerked me off and cum too soon. She ignored me and went into my jeans since I went bare underneath and whipped out my dick. She swatted my hand away and rubbed the precum around and used it as lube.
“Fuck yeah that feels good. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum if you don’t slow down darlin’” I moaned out.
“Well then cum for me, Garrison. Don’t you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting?” She purred right in my ear and then licked her way down to suck on my neck right under my ear. That about did it.
“Fucking motherfucker!” I roared out into the night as I came all over her hand and the ground. Trying to catch my breath, I didn’t realize that Stana was leaning down and licking up the mess I made on myself and her hand. Fuck me, that was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life. Her tongue on me felt absolutely fucking amazing too. She pulled my head down, kissed me hard, and made me taste my own release. Pulling myself away, I noticed she was just standing there staring at me.
“You okay? You didn’t have to do that ya know.” I made sure she understood that with my tone.
“I know, thanks for reassuring me but kissing turns me on rather quickly. Shall we go home now?” She asked like we didn’t just commit a crime that could have gotten us in some serious trouble if the MC didn’t have the whole place in the palm of our hand. One of the good perks of being the Ruthless Renegades.
“Let’s get home, honey.”
Chapter Five
Stana
Getting on the back of Garrison’s bike for the first time was absolutely terrifying. I had never ridden on a motorcycle and I didn’t think I ever would. It was a freeing experience, to say the least. In my life, I had always felt trapped in a certain way that I didn’t think I would ever get out. Father always wanted to marry me off to the next richest man out there. It didn’t matter if the man was old enough to be my grandfather or my age. As long as the man was rich and had the right people in his pocket for all of the alliances father wanted.
I knew what my father did. Although I never paid much attention to it. I didn’t want to be in this life I was brought into in the first place. There wasn't enough schooling that could have gotten me out of under his thumb but I tried to keep my grades high in school, just in case. In a twisted sort of way, I was happy that everything happened the way it did. Even though something terrible happened to me it made me able to get out from under my father's thumb.
The night air was so beautiful even though it was cold. As we rode we came upon a brother and we went separate directions once we hit a certain point on the way to Garrison’s house. He must have been waiting in the background to make sure Garrison was okay. Oh, fuck what if he saw what we did? I didn’t even think of other people around. For some reason, Garrison brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. I didn’t know what it was about him that made me act like a damn new person but I kind of liked it. Okay, I actually more than liked it. I fucking loved it. The feeling of being free came back to me while I was getting him off. It was like we were the only ones in the world for a couple minutes. Even though I never got off, I got just as much pleasure from watching Garrison’s face turn into a peaceful sort of bliss knowing that I could do that to him.
When we pulled up to his house I realized that I didn’t really even take notice of the ride or our surroundings. I was too busy in my head. His house was a beautiful ranch style with a paved driveway and a garage. His front door was red and the house had stone instead of regular siding all around it. There was a huge bay window in the front that was probably set in the living room. It didn’t look like any lights were on. It was kind of late now that I thought about it. Garrison turned off the bike and waited for me to get off first. As he got off the bike, my nerves started to take off like a rocket soaring into the night.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of Garrison himself or the idea of the future and what could be. There was only one way to find out. I followed him to the front door and before he put the key in the lock, he looked at me and said, “The twins are probably asleep by now. So we just have to be quiet, they are light sleepers.” I nodded and he let us in the house.
Inside the house was a living room off to the right just like I thought. Straight ahead of us there was a kitchen that had a little light on over the stove. It was an open concept with an island that separated the living room and the kitchen. The tv was on and flickering light through the otherwise dark house. I saw a figure on the couch and guessed that it was whoever Garrison had watching the babies. As we went towards the kitchen, I noticed a hallway to the left and saw a few doors. That must be where the bedrooms were. It looked like the walls were a really pretty light blue-gray.
The kitchen had all white cabinets with spotless marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. There was a container of food left out for him, for dinner I would think. As I was sitting there I had this weird sense of home and safety settle into my mind. It brought tears to my eyes because I hadn’t felt either one of those emotions since my mother disappeared.
Stopping my perusal of his house Garrison grabbed my hand and brought me down the hallway. Altogether there were five doors in the hallway. That seemed like a lot for just one person but I guess since he had two kids to think about in the future that made sense. When we got to his bedroom, it was all white walls with black carpet. His bed which looked to be a king-size was in the middle of the room. It was a four-poster bed and had black everything as well. The thing that was the most surprising was the mirror on the ceiling above the bed.
Looking around I noticed there were two extra doors in here as well. Taking my hand he brought me to the bathroom and turned on the water. There was a stand-up shower with a seat in there and a separate bathtub as well. I never knew a man to actually enjoy baths like a woman but I guess I found myself one. Garrison walked back out to the bedroom and came back in with one of his shirts.
“This is for you. If you want something else to wear I can get you some of my boxer briefs to sleep in. I would much rather you only sleep in one of my shirts though.” He told me with a scorching look on his face.
Trying to remain unbothered by that statement I said, “Sure, I can do that. You are letting me stay here after all.”
“Stana you are mine. Nobody will ever hurt you ever again. I don’t know what you went through but when you feel like telling me I will listen and then find the person who made you feel unlovable. This home is yours now too.” He went on with so much sincerity in his voice that I needed to get away from it. I wasn’t used to the niceties that caring people gave.
Noticing the steam I got undressed and got in the shower under the hot water. When I was done I got out and dried off, slipping the shirt over my head and wrapping my hair in the towel. If there was ever a time to be self-conscious this was it. There I was standing in just a shirt and Garrison was a beautiful specimen of a man. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with me exactly, it was just that I was a virgin before the accident and now Garrison was the next person that I would be with hopefully. I didn't know
if that would happen soon or not but I was worried that he would look differently at me if he really knew what happened. I could only hope that he wasn't that kind of man. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
He was laying on his bed wearing just his gray sweatpants while reading a book. He looked up at me and beckoned me over while he put his book on the nightstand. Getting on the bed, I felt that this was going to be one of the best nights of sleep I have had in a long time. It was literally like getting onto a bed made of clouds. I crawled over to his side so we were sitting next to each other.
“What’s on your mind beautiful?” He asked. I didn’t want to tell anyone this but I figure he should know who he was about to let into his life so here it goes.
“I want to tell you about what happened. Why I was homeless for a year. You don’t have to say anything until I am done. Actually, I don’t want you to, if you do I might not get through it. Okay?” I made sure he nodded before I started.
“When I was seventeen I didn’t really have any friends because I was more about getting good grades and I wasn’t allowed to date since my father wanted me to go into an arranged marriage untouched and all that. Everyone at school knew who I was and that I was untouchable. I tried going to a party once and I wasn’t allowed in. So basically I had my studies and that was it. One day I was in the library just doing my work like usual and this girl Lana came up to me. I had seen her around before but she was a cheerleader. Long story short we became friends. Best friends actually. My eighteenth birthday was coming up and she told me her parents wouldn’t be home so she wanted to do something special for me. I told her okay because I guess I just longed for a friend at that point.” I took a deep breath before I continued and played with the edges of the shirt. A nervous habit I never got rid of.