by Amy Davies
Everything around us fades away: the heavy rock music, the sounds of the boys tinkering in the garage.
All there is, is me and Joey.
“Fucking hell, baby, I need to taste you more.” Keeping his head down, he kisses up my body from my stomach to my ribs, then stops right between my breasts.
Bringing those demon eyes up to meet mine, I quiver beneath his touch, and my thighs clench involuntary. One hand firmly on my stomach, the other grips the back of my neck, but not enough to hurt me.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted. My cock is like steel right now. I can’t wait to have him buried deep inside of you. To have you feel me for days after.” With our gazes locked, I reach down and cup him through his jeans. Well, cup a portion of him. I’ve only seen his cock at a glance, and from what I’ve heard from other girls, plus what I’m feeling now…
That thing will rip me in two.
Licking my lips, I drop my gaze to his crotch and then back up to his eyes. I smirk at him.
A familiar car comes into view over his shoulder, causing me to yelp and jump to my feet, almost knocking Magnum off the lounger.
“Oh my fucking God!” I yell happily.
I stop in my tracks, forcing the driver of the vehicle to slam on the breaks. Not that he was going that fast. In front of me is my mint condition 1971 Ford Bronco with black on brown leather. She is a fucking beauty.
Clapping my hands together like a seal and jumping up and down, I wait for the driver to climb out. When he does, I let out a high-pitched squeal, running to him and jumping into his arms.
“TANK,” I scream, pretty sure I just deafened my best friend. Tank is two years younger than me, but he’s my bestie. Though I don’t ever call him that in front of anyone. Pulling back to look at him, his smile matches mine. God, I’ve missed him; I miss everyone back home.
“Fuck, I missed you, baby girl.” He grins up at me, before a growl has the smile falling from my face for a split second. Then a devious plan forms in my head.
Keeping my arms wrapped around Tank, I twist my head to see Magnum standing there with his arms across his magnificent chest, glaring at me and Tank.
“Oh hey, man. I’m Tank. Crude sent me down here with this misfit’s truck and an added guest.”
Elation takes over my body, and I ignore everyone and jump down. As soon as my feet hit the tarmac, I race to the passenger side of the car and pull the door open. A loud noise greets me, and she goes crazy.
“Oh, my baby, I missed you so much.” Reaching in and unbuckling the straps, I pull her out. Her sounds show she missed me too. Holding her tight to my chest, a tear leaks out, falling down my cheek.
“What the fuck? You let another man that isn’t your old man grope you, and on top of that, you never bothered to tell me you have a fucking kid?” Magnum’s voice booms from the front of the truck.
Clearly, he can’t see me and my baby. Tank chuckles, and Magnum glares at him, halting his laugher.
Oh, he gives me the President stare. Scary stuff.
Shuffling back, I close the door, then walk to the front of the truck where Magnum is waiting for me, steam coming out of his ears. Giving him a sweet smile, I step up to him, holding my baby to my chest, with her cute little black necklace with skulls. Fitting.
“Magnum, I want you to meet my baby, Suki. Suki, meet Magnum, the big scary biker who thinks he can intimidate me.” I turn her around to face him.
His eyes widen at first, then they soften. I expect him to scream and yell at me for making him look like a fool, but he once again surprises the hell out of me when he reaches for her and holds her in front of his face.
Seeing Magnum with my most precious baby is full on swoon worthy. He keeps surprising me with his actions. I never would have thought that Magnum would change his ways at the drop of a hat, but he claims he has. And so far, he’s shown me he has. This thing between us has been going a million miles a minute, but that’s us, I guess.
Bellows of laughter erupt around us, and I smile at everyone’s reaction. They step forward to see the new addition but wait for Magnum to speak first. Looking at Suki and then me, he shifts her against his chest, holding her firm to him. With the other hand, he holds up one finger, like he’s going to count.
“First off, you do not ever let another man touch you like that again. In no way shape or form, do you hear me?” I nod, biting my lip to keep me from giving him a megawatt smile.
“Second, you do not keep anything from me again, not even this.” He nods down at Suki.
“She isn’t a ‘this’, Mag.” I shorten his name out of spite. He can’t call my baby an ‘this’. I fold my arms across my chest, and he quirks an eyebrow at me, making his demon eyes look more intense.
“You don’t keep shit from me, Kara.” I nod.
“Okay,” is all I say. Before I can speak again, Slide chimes in, his voice hysterical.
“A cat. A fucking cat. Not a baby, but a cat. Oh my fucking God, this is the best day ever. Magnum not only claimed an old lady, but he gained a cat as a daughter. You cannot write this shit.” He falls over with laughter, like literally falls against a barrel that can’t take his weight—and they both topple. Everyone laughs, but no one bothers to help him up.
Suki is my six-month-old Bengal cat. She’s a beautiful brown and gold pattern, making her look like a feisty tiger. I rescued her from an asshole who was hurting her. She’s missing a small chunk out of her left ear where the dick took a knife to her.
I smile over at Slide, who’s still laughing on the floor, holding his stomach. Everyone is standing around, looking between Magnum and Slide, maybe deciding how Magnum will react to Slide’s shit.
“Alright, you fuckers, that’s enough. We need to call church and see what news Tank has for us from Phoenix.” He hands me Suki, who meows at him, making a beautiful smile break across his face.
Leaning in, he kisses my cheek and speaks so only I can hear him.
“Cute as fuck, I tell ya. No more being man-handled, got it?” He taps the tip of my nose and walks into the clubhouse. I nod as my somber mood takes over my body, and I call to him as he walks away.
“I want to be there, Joey.” My words halt his steps. Turning to look at me, I can see the fight waging in his demon-like eyes. I see his gaze flick over to where Opal and Edge are standing; Edge giving a nod so small that if I wasn’t watching close enough, I would have missed it.
Breathing in deeply through his nose, Magnum sets his hands on his trim waist, drawing my eyes down to his crotch. Damn, he even outlines his jeans when he’s soft.
Fuck my life when I get this man into bed, because I am completely lying to myself when I say that will never happen.
“Fine, but you keep that delectable mouth shut, Risky, you hear me?”
Unable to keep the smile off my face, I bound up to him and kiss his cheek, before walking past him and into the club. But not before he slaps me on the ass.
“Well, that didn’t take long, did it?” I hear Tank say to someone. Laughs go up.
“Brother, Pres called dibs within minutes of her arriving here,” Opal explains.
“Fuck me, but then again, they do have history. The whole club knew about her crush. I think Colt and Crude sent her here for that reason, maybe through some idea that this might happen.”
Loud laughter follows me into the clubhouse. When we get to the back room, I step aside and wait for all the patched members to enter. I have no idea where Magnum’s going to put me, so I hang back, knowing how the club works.
No women are allowed in church whatsoever, unless she’s invited in by the Pres, which is why it shocked me that Magnum allowed me in.
Magnum winks at me as he steps into the room, each of the boys nodding at me, until Tank walks in. He’s the last one in as he is the visiting brother.
“Here,” comes Dezi’s voice. She gives me a t-shirt and I hand her Suki and slip it on. “I’ll keep her out here for you.”
“Thanks, babe
,” I reply.
“Baby, come here.”
My body shivers hearing him call me ‘baby’. Some women hate it, saying it’s a cheap shot way for the guys to not remember their name. I love it. Sucking in a deep breath, I walk into the room, Abe, the prospect, closing the door. Closing the gap between Magnum and me, I can feel the boys’ stares burning holes into the side of my body.
When he holds his hand out for me, I take it, savoring the feel of his fingers wrapped around mine. The last few steps put me flush against his body. Letting go of my hand, he slides it around my waist, helping me to sit on his lap.
Tearing my gaze away from his, I look around the room. The boys are either smiling, smirking, or, like Slide, winking at me. Tank’s gaze is bouncing between Magnum and me, trying to access the situation.
“Right, brothers, you all know I called dibs on Kara. She’s mine, even though she doesn’t want it yet.” Snapping my head back in his direction, I frown at him. He chuckles and turns to talk to the boys again, ignoring my reaction.
I shift on his lap, making sure my thigh rubs against his dick, making him let out a low hiss. The grip on my waist tightens, and I try not to react as his hand moves up, sliding against my bare skin. It burns, but in a good way.
“Magnum, I—” I speak, but get cut off.
“Later,” is all he says, before he looks at Tank. “What’s the news from Phoenix?” I tense up, waiting to know what’s happening back home.
“Like Colt told you, the fucker is making problems. Trashing Risky’s apartment. Causing trouble for her friends back home. He added to the death and rape threat.”
The room erupts, every man in the room showing their anger toward the situation. Magnum is stiff as a board beneath me, but his hand moves up and down my thigh, soothing me. Without thinking, I lean my body into his, seeking out the warmth and safety of Joey Masters.
“ENOUGH!” is bellowed, and everyone in the room quiets down and looks toward Sarge, who is standing, leaning his fists on the table, glaring at everyone.
“Listen up, fuckers, no motherfucker is touching the Pres’s old lady, or any woman associated with the club. You know how we roll: no women or children get hurt. Now, what’s the plan back home?”
I sit and listen but without really taking in the words Tank is saying. The club would form a plan and execute it, making sure as little blood was shed as possible and I was protected.
The Rugged Skulls MC take care of their own, and by the looks of things, I just became deeper involved in the club. I’m not just a club princess anymore.
Nine
Magnum
Dragging the towel over my head, I walk out of the bathroom attached to my room after my morning shower. The last four days have been draining as fuck. Going back and forth with the Phoenix charter, trying to hash out a plan and a deal with the Hancock’s
Colt has been trying to get in contact with the head of the family, which happens to be Risky’s ex’s father, but so far, they’ve refused to meet up. Her ex is still spreading shit about what he wants to do to her. We’ve kept most of it from Kara, but she knows some of the details.
I slide on my jeans, sans boxers, then pull on a club tee, followed by my cut. Once my boots are on, I tuck my phone and wallet into my back pockets and head for the door. Just as my hand touches the handle, there’s a knock.
Pulling the door open, I sigh at the person standing there. Crossing my arms over my chest, I address her.
“What are you doing here, Riley? How the hell did you even get up here?”
She looks every bit the CEO of a big wig company. She used to make my cock twitch, but now she has no effect on me. My cock only responds to my girl.
Licking her lips, she takes a step forward, reaching her hands out. She tries to grip my cut, but I gently knock her hands away before stepping around her. But she catches my wrist in her hand, then moves closer.
“You know we were good together, Magnum. Why do you want a little girl, when you can have a woman in your bed?” she coos, but it just grates on my nerves.
How the hell did I ever find this woman attractive? Could be to do with the fact she gives head like nobody’s business. But I bet my girl can take me whole.
“You were a fun time, Riley. Hell, you were for most of the boys here. But us… we were never forever. You knew that when you became a Reg. As for Kara, you need to back off and accept that she’s my old lady. Respect that or don’t bother coming around again.”
Wrenching my hand out of her grasp, I step away, but she clasps my arm, turning me to face her. Her face comes toward mine, but I dodge her, just as a voice rings out.
“Never pegged you for a desperate woman, Rory,” Risky states as she closes the gap between us—with the fucking cat in her arms. Winking at me, she hands Suki to me, who hisses at Riley. Then she steps to my side and slides an arm around my waist, and I put my other arm around her shoulders, keeping her to me.
“It’s Riley,” Riley spits out. Kara fake gasps, placing one hand on her chest.
“Oh really, I thought it was Rory. Oh, my bad. Well, listen here, Riley. Magnum is no longer available to you or anyone else. He belongs to me, whether he likes it or not.”
I chuckle, loving that she threw my own words back at me that I used in church the other day. Leaning in, I kiss the top of her head, keeping my eyes on Riley, gaging her reaction. Her eyes widen, but then they narrow, and she folds her arms across her fake tits.
“Well, when you decide that you no longer want baby pussy, then you come find me, Magnum.” With a wink, she starts to walk away. Kara looks up at me, giving me a look that I would imagine is the female look for ‘sort this bitch out or I will’.
“Riley, that was your final warning. Don’t come back. You’re blacklisted from any and all Rugged Skulls clubs. You will never disrespect the President’s old lady. My old lady. Now, get gone,” I snap. Riley’s gaze sharpens, but she doesn’t say anything.
But Risky does.
“Riley, honey, he doesn’t like baby pussy, but he does like clean, tight pussy, and I have plenty of that in my P-Town.”
Fucking heaven help me. This woman will be the death of me.
Riding down the highway with Kara at my back is something I never thought I would get to experience. Her tits are smashed against my back, her thighs gripping my waist in a vice-like hold. The heat from her pussy is driving me fucking crazy. How can she do this to me when we haven’t even fucking kissed yet? But today that all changes. Hell, everything changes.
I’m not one to hold back from anything, but Kara makes me want to try new things, and so far, I’ve not run like a pussy. Fucking endless number of girls gets old, as a lot of bikers will tell you, but some live for that shit, never wanting to claim an old lady.
The boys from the club like to fuck, yeah. I mean, come on, they’re red-blooded males. But they also have that feeling that when they see her, she will knock him on his ass, and then he’s done for and calling fucking dibs for the world to see.
Calling ‘Dibs’ on a chick started years ago. It was a joke at first, but the brothers who settled down kept saying it and it stuck. We may be grown-ass men and broody-ass bikers, but we’re still kids at heart. Plus, it’s fun seeing the women’s faces when we call ‘dibs’ like we would a toy in kindergarten.
Seeing the sign that says, Rock House, I smile and turn down the dirt road that leads to the lake and cabin. When Sarge got out of the army, his grandfather left him this cabin in his will, so any time one of the brothers needs some space, they come here. Plus, we use this as a party place when the occasion arises, and believe me, it arises quite a bit.
The cabin comes into view, and I pull to a stop right in front of the wraparound porch. In a flash, Risky is off the bike, handing me her helmet then stretching her legs before making her way up the six steps that lead to the front door.
“Whose place is this?” she asks, turning to look at me.
Climbing off the bike, I remove m
y helmet and hang it on the handlebars, before walking to her. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pull her to me, then twist her around so her back is to my front.
“Magnum?”
“You call me Joey while we’re here, babe. No Magnum or Risky. Just Joey and Kara, yeah?” At her nod, I guide her around the cabin so she can see the lake and the surrounding cabins. There are ten in total. Sarge owns five of them. He rents them out throughout the year, except for the one we’re staying in.
“Holy shit, this is amazing. Beautiful,” she whispers.
“Couldn’t agree more, babe,” I say, smiling. Twisting her head to look at me but keeping her firmly in my hold, she smiles up at me saucily.
“Are you even looking at the view?”
“The best fucking view there is,” I reply, kissing the side of her head.
“I’ll grab things from the bike. I have a lunch packed for us, so we can chill by the water for a bit, yeah?” I tell her.
She turns back to the view, and she’s right, it is fucking spectacular. A large lake sits in the middle of all the cabins, and each of them are spaced enough for full privacy.
I walk out to my bike and pull out our things and the food that I had Dezi pack for us. I’m going to treat my girl to a romantic picnic before I sink deep inside her for the first time. Making my way back to her, I put everything in the kitchen and close the gap between us.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, we stand in silence, taking in the view for a few minutes, then she breaks it by asking me the question I knew was coming.
“Why won’t you kiss me, Joey? Most bikers would have fucked me six ways to Sunday by now.” Spinning her in my arms to face me, I can’t keep the frown off my face.
“Don’t ever talk about other fuckers touching you, do you hear me? I’m the only man that will fuck you six ways to Sunday. And as for why not, it’s because I was waiting for the right time. I want this shit to work, Kara,” I tell her, tightening my hold on her body.