by Jackson Kane
“Ow,” I hissed, ripping my hands away from the metal.
Remy stopped and laid his shirt down for me to lie on. I retested the hood with the fabric barrier, and my skin quickly acclimated to the heat. With a smile, I reached for him. I didn’t want him to stop.
He kindly obliged, swatting my hand away. In one savage motion, my pants and panties were yanked down by my feet. A bead of sweat sailed down the back of my knees. I felt his tongue catch it, which nearly made me swoon. He traced its path back up my thigh in a long line to my bent-over ass. My knees buckled, but strong arms hoisted me back up. I was his to do with as he pleased. As his tongue hit the meaty part of my ass, it disappeared and was immediately replaced with dragging teeth. He bit one cheek while squeezing and spreading apart the other. Sharp ridges of pain amplified in waves as his jaw quivered with refrain. At any moment, I feared he’d lose himself and draw blood. Remy’s capacity for sex and violence was incalculable. Every beating moment near him deepened my depths of depravity, freeing me from my conservative New Hampshire roots.
Freeing me from everything.
Everything but him.
I felt his cock spring to life after the remainder of his clothes tumbled down the back of my legs. I couldn’t keep my aching hips from rocking toward him. He rubbed his cock between my thighs, over my soaked lips, toying with me.
Then I felt him—all of him.
Every glorious, thick, throbbing inch of him was pushed into me. It was always so much deeper from behind. It felt like his cock went on forever, stretching me apart. Soon, even that wasn’t enough for him.
He needed more.
I was jerked away from the car just enough for Remy to slide a hand over my sensitive, wet pussy. With two fingers, he split my lower lips even further so he could rub circles over my clit. Lightning sparked through me. Between that and his quickening thrusts, I came again. All my oxygen escaped me with a rush. The aftershocks rattled me. I screamed out, demanding more.
I wanted all of it.
The manly mixed scent of his sweat and dirt was intoxicating. It lingered in my nose and on my licked lips. His iron grip wore white marks into my hips. The blazing metal hood would abruptly catch a virgin patch of my tender flesh, momentarily lighting it on fire. His unyielding skin-covered piston pumped into me, through me.
Pain, ecstasy, discomfort, joy—it was all so shattering.
I almost cried when he pulled out. His cum blasted the sidewall and wheel well of the borrowed church station wagon. I had to grab the metal lip between the windshield and hood to keep from limply sliding off the car completely. Remy fell on top of me, his forearms landing heavily on the hot sheet metal with an audible sizzle. It burned him, but he didn’t care.
This was as close to heaven as we were ever going to get.
It was easily several full minutes before either of us had the strength to move after we were done. Remy opened the rear passenger door, and we both tumbled into the back seat. We hadn’t bothered dressing, so we hit the hot leather interior as one big, filthy mess of happy, wet flesh.
“Oh, God, we’re disgusting,” I groaned, peeling parts of myself off him to adjust into a better position. “I kinda feel really terrible about that considering where we were doing it.”
“Yeah, it’s best you don’t think about all the Sunday school kids that got carted around in this thing every week,” Remy replied casually.
“You’re horrible!”
We both laughed.
“Seriously though, remind me to clean this before we return it to Father Jameson.” Even Remy felt a little guilty about it.
We both looked out the open door and took in the beautiful, if empty, landscape. We were completely alone out here. It was perfect.
After a little while, some questions that I’d tried burying seeped out of my mind. I didn’t know if we’d have another safe moment like this, so despite probably killing the mood, I mustered the courage to finally ask him. The question sounded meeker than I would’ve wanted, but at least I finally got the words out. “Who was Maria?”
Chapter Forty-One
Star
“Maria is my late wife,” Remy answered after a long pause.
I almost thought I woke him up.
Once he started talking, I knew his previous silence was because he needed some time to figure out how to answer such a big question.
“What happened?” I was determined to get the full story out of him, however painful it might be. I felt like I needed to know about this woman if she mattered so much to Remy.
“Wrong place, wrong time. Wrong choice of husband….” Remy’s words trailed off as he was drowned in the memory. There was another long pause. I was just about to prod him about it when he continued on his own. “I was arguing a lot with Top back then about how some of the new prospects were getting their patches. Unvouched-for guys brought in directly by Deadeye without a vote. Even with Deadeye’s bullshit reasons, up until then, that was a huge no-no for us. Top didn’t care all that much because it wasn’t happening in our chapter. Everyone else was willing to let it slide because it was coming from the top down, but I knew Deadeye was going soft. It started with his kid, Rio, who, despite his zealotry, just wasn’t club material. The kid was just a fucking monster. Well, you know that. A few of Rio’s friends got in that way too, then some others.
“Like Lorenzo?” I asked.
“No, that scumbag was always floating around the periphery.” Remy amended his previous statement. “I guess the club really started going to shit way back when Teach, the other Veins founder, quit the club. Fast forward to today and, before anyone realized, the scum in the Steel Veins’ mother chapter had begun steering us in a different direction. We didn’t start off as one-percenters, but that’s where the MC was headed.”
“What’s that mean? One-percenter? Is that more of an outlaw club thing?” There was still so much terminology I needed to learn.
“Kinda. Technically, it just means they’re not registered with the AMA or CMA, the American or Canadian Motorcycling Associations. If you wear the diamond one-percent patch, you just hold yourself to a tougher standard, usually racist and sexist. They’re harder guys who do nastier shit. Stuff I never originally signed up for.”
“I take it Maria wasn’t all that thrilled about the dark new direction of the club, either?” I asked.
“She was not.” Remy’s expression darkened. “We were hosting a couple of new members from Deadeye’s chapter who were on their way back to Norman after a charity ride. Charity rides were the easiest ways to move drugs or guns across state lines. Apparently, they were dealing for some quick cash in the wrong turf. Stupid.” Remy softly growled angrily to himself. His knuckles clenched. “They should’ve known better. Thinking it was our chapter that was fucking with their turf, the Lobos tailed them to Leslie. That night, they did a drive-by on me and a few other Veins in front of a downtown bar. I was there, picking Maria up from work, when it happened. She was caught in the crossfire. Dead before she hit the ground.”
“Holy shit, that’s awful! I’m so sorry.” I knew it couldn’t have ended well, but I didn’t realize Remy saw it all happen.
“Ancient history.” Remy swallowed hard, pushing the memories away with far too much practical ease.
How many times had he relived that horrible experience?
“Being in the Lobos clubhouse must’ve been really hard for you.” I twisted to face him and wrapped my arms around him.
“No. It was a Veins bullet that killed her.” Remy struggled to keep the venom from his tone.
This was an old hurt. One I’m sure he wished stayed buried.
“What?” I was genuinely surprised. “How?”
“She worked across the street at a bakery.” Remy’s voice grew more distant. “Made the best damn cupcakes on earth.”
“So it was an accident?” I asked.
“Didn’t make her any less dead. I was furious. The club had to hold me down to stop me from
killing Deadeye’s guys right then and there. They were right to stop me. It would’ve kicked off a chapter war that would’ve ripped the Veins apart. I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted blood. But feeling betrayed by my club, I had to disappear for a few months and get my head straight. When I came back, everything seemed tainted, even my chapter. The club was going in a different direction, but it was happening so slowly that no one else realized it. Extortion runs? We never did that shit before. What happened to your aunt and uncle never would’ve happened before I left. It was a different club back then.” Remy looked at me apologetically. He felt bad about what happened to them for my sake.
“That wasn’t your fault, Remy.” I squeezed him tighter. He carried so much.
“I’m just as guilty as everyone else. Maybe even more so. I saw it all more clearly than anyone, but I didn’t do shit about it. I let what happened to Maria twist me all up. I didn’t care about anything anymore.”
“Why’d you come back at all?”
“Because I couldn’t cut it out there alone.” Remy snorted, disgusted with himself. “The devil you knew, I guess.”
“You’re not alone anymore.” I smiled.
Remy stayed quiet, but some of the darkness lifted off his face.
“So what now?” I asked.
“I’ll do what I had planned originally, but this time for the right reasons.” Remy finally smiled at me.
I hadn’t seen that strength in his resolve since before he was shot.
“I’m going back to the Beaner Hotel to talk with Bones.”
He was committed, and I supported him 100 percent. There was only one problem…
“Like hell you’re going back there by yourself,” I scoffed.
“Star, it’s too dangerous,” he replied sternly.
“I’m the only reason you survived that place the first time. You are out of your fucking mind if you think I’m letting you walk back in there alone.” My gaze was carved from granite. I was unshakeable.
“Star, I have to do this al—”
“You shut your fucking mouth! There is only one way this goes down. After everything that’s happened, you either trust me enough to be by your side no matter what, or you drive me to an airport right now,” I yelled at him. I wouldn’t go through all that from the sidelines. My eyes watered, but I fought it away. I refused to let him see me cry, not right now. I needed to know that he trusted in me.
Remy’s eyes flared, but otherwise, he was impossible to read.
I understood the risks. I could be killed or worse, but I would take that in a heartbeat over waiting at home, safe, not knowing if he’d ever return to me.
“Star, I don’t know how this plays out. I was lucky last time. The smallest mistake—” Remy shook his head. “This time… there’s a good chance we’ll both end up dead.”
“I don’t care,” I said definitively.
Dusk choked away the fleeing sun. When Remy looked up at me, a dying sunbeam caught his eye perfectly. He smiled. He knew I was right. We embraced, silently watching the sunset, wondering if this would be the last one we’d ever see.
“All right,” he relented, pulling me tighter. “We’ll either be together in this life or the next.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Remy
“Speak to me,” the voice on the other line answered.
“Hey, Tee. It’s Remy.” There was a long pause. I had to check to see if the line went dead. “Tee? You there?”
“Remy Daniels?” Tee was justifiably skeptical.
“How many Remy’s do you know?”
“Remy… if that’s really you, I need you to do me a favor.” Tee’s voice cracked in the surprise before eventually evening out and continuing. “Hang up the phone then ram it so far up your ass that it’ll take a dentist to check your text messages!”
I couldn’t help but smirk at the dentist bit.
“C’mon, Tee. Tell me you’re not still pissed at me for shooting you outside of Muse’s? I saw that you had the vest on.” It was true. I’d never be able to shoot a real MC brother.
“No, you arrogant piece of shit. I’m pissed at you for making me think my best friend was dead! We buried you, you fucking asshole!”
“Was it nice?” I asked.
“It was,” Tee said after taking another moment. “Deadeye wanted to shut the whole thing down, but Top fought for the full ceremony. I think it was the biggest funeral the Veins ever had. A lot of the guys respected you, even if they did think you were a pretentious dick at times. The guys wanted to throw down after the Lobos fucking took credit for the hit, but Deadeye squashed it. What happened? We all thought they killed you.”
“They sure as hell tried.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll tell the church to stop your canonization process,” Tee smugly replied, “on account of you not being dead. And also because you’re such an asshole.”
“They’ll probably want to revoke my beatification too.” I snorted out a burst of air. It was the nature of our friendship.
“Goddammit, man. What the fuck were you thinking, Rem! Going to the Lobos like that? And, yeah, as a matter of fact, I am still pissed that you fucking shot me!”
“You shouldn’t have been out there in the first place. Going behind Deadeye’s back like that. Shooting you was the only way I could get Star out of there without you taking heat from Deadeye for letting us go.”
There was an uneasy silence between us. It did bother me that of all people Top sent to kill Star, it was Tee. I shook the thoughts from my head. That wasn’t why I was calling him.
“Bones said you were trying to turn on the Veins and join up with the Lobos for protection. Pretty much everyone called bullshit on that.” Despite his bluster, Tee obviously felt weird about the situation. “The fuck was that all about?”
Being a traitor was a huge deal for all MCs, and one that usually met a real bad end.
“Bones was right, but not why you think. I made a play to put things right with me and the club by weakening the Lobos from the inside.” I took a beat and hesitated before continuing. “I’ll be straight with you, man. I got cocky and overreached. Took four rounds to the chest, and one off the dome for my trouble.”
“Jesus... I didn’t know it was that bad. Any more brain damage than usual?”
That snarky dick.
“Yeah, enough for me to call you, apparently.” I cracked a slight smile before my tone darkened again. “If Star hadn’t pulled my ass from that fire, you wouldn’t be hearing my lovely voice right now.” I had to cover the phone to blot out the overhead page for more cashiers to come to the front. Turned out Walmart was one of the last places on the planet that had pay phones. “Listen,” I said once the noise calmed down, “Lobos are up to something big. They’re putting a Nachomama’s in Leslie.”
“The taco place?” Tee was struggling to put the pieces together.
“The restaurant doubles as a money launderer for their club. They’re looking to take our hometown from us, man. Drive us out.”
“Those motherfuckers!” I heard him slam a fist onto a table wherever he was. “I’ll look into it, Rem, but you know how it goes. It’ll take a few weeks to get through all the dummy corps bullshit and verify the connect before I can bring it to the club.”
“That’s time we don’t have. Lobos are making their move next week.”
“Next week?” Tee’s voice trailed off. Something was on the tip of his brain. “Shit. Oh shit!”
“What?”
“The Veins’ Annual. It’s gotta be that. We’re hosting the meet this time. How the fuck did they know about that?”
“That would make sense. Lobos rolling out in force to cut off all the Veins leadership at once, then watch the rest of the chapters implode. Dunno, man. With the guys Deadeye’s patching these days, any one of them could be a mole for Lobos. You see that, right? One of the big reasons I had to get out.”
“That and magical pussy.” Tee was always good for levity in ro
ugh situations, but he wouldn’t let it get in the way of the bigger issues. He put the jokes aside and continued somberly. “It’s gotten worse too. Some of the old men have already turned in their colors because of it. There’s a lot of unrest in the MC right now. Still, I can’t go to Deadeye or even Top with just a warning. There’s no way they’ll put it club-wide and stop the event without anything concrete. Worse case, they do some digging and find out you’re still alive... Deadeye catches wind of that, and you’re looking at another round of kill teams up your ass. Do you know what the Lobos plan is? How it’s all gonna go down?”
“Excuse me! Excuse me! Other people need to use the phone too!”
The shrill voice caught me off guard. Some bitch with a shock of matted, dyed black hair who was wearing what looked like a designer yellow trash bag for a top stepped up behind me. I took one look at her and her ridiculous plastic, red-tinted, star-shaped sunglasses and ignored her.
“I don’t know. That’s why I didn’t call to just warn you. I aim to find out. I’m going back in to meet with Bones, and I need some info before I do,” I continued with Tee, barely skipping a beat in the conversation.
“You’re seriously going back there after he put half a dozen holes in you? Ya know, for the smartest guy I know, that’s a pretty fucking stupid idea.”
I didn’t reply.
“All right, what’s the plan?” Tee sighed, realizing I wouldn’t be swayed. He knew it was the only way to find out.
“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t disrespect me when I’m talking to you!” the bitch postured dramatically at me in the only volume setting she appeared to have.
“Gimme a sec, Tee. I need to stab someone.” The patience in my voice had fled completely, but before I could have words with the living incarnation of loud and obnoxious, Star appeared, plastic shopping bag in hand.