Truck Stopped: Satan's Devils MC #11

by Manda Mellett

  He waits for my slight nod of agreement, then his hands go to the bottom of my tee. “Want to see you, Allie.”

  Instead I push at his.

  “Al,” he says warningly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you locking the door when you take a shower. How you change in the bathroom at night. I haven’t feasted my eyes on my wife since I’ve been back, and I’m getting impatient.”

  “I’ve changed, Truck.”

  To my surprise, he rolls onto his back and starts laughing, chuckles booming up from deep down in his belly. When he’s at last able to speak, he tells me, “Al, for fuck’s sake. I returned with only one eye, my face scarred to hell and back. A withered arm, fingers missing, and an ankle that doesn’t bend any more. What did you do?”

  I shrug. It’s different. But I answer anyway. “I saw you, not your body. It’s not the same Truck, a woman wants a man to see her as something sexy.”

  He shifts again, this time leaning on his elbow and staring down at me. “You saying you don’t find your man sexy?”

  Scarred, broken… He’s the sexiest man alive. “No, I’m not saying that, I…”

  “Take off your shirt.”

  It’s a command. I want to deny him, want to delay the moment when I see his cock deflate. I was a whore who made money because men were attracted to me. I’m far from the woman I once was. But eventually, this moment will happen, whatever reaction he’ll have won’t matter if it’s a minute, a day or a year from now.

  With sudden resolve I sit up and rip off my tee, then undo and drop my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. Then, I stand, undo my shorts and let those to, descend to the floor. I’m standing in front of him in my plain white panties, conscious I’ve neglected grooming my pubes since Hope was born. What was the point when I had no man who was going to see?

  Truck leans forward as though to get a better look, and something flares in his eye. I hold my breath, wondering what to say, or whether I should just put my clothes back on. I’m nothing like I was before.

  “Jeez, Al.”

  He’s disgusted. Disappointed his memory isn’t reflected before him.

  He holds out his hand. “Come here.”

  When I reach out mine, he grabs it and tugs so I tumble onto the bed, then once again he’s looming over me, straddling my hips.

  “These, Al, fuck. They’re bigger.”

  My breasts are. “Not so firm now.”

  Lowering his head, he nuzzles first one nipple, then the other. Despite my expectation of rejection, they form peaks.

  Then, he raises his head, and begins to smooth his hands over my belly, no longer flat and covered in stretch marks.

  “Soft, feminine,” he smiles in appreciation. “And these?” He traces the silvery lines with his tongue, making my skin erupt in goosebumps. “Each a sign of what you went through when you were carrying my baby.”

  “I’ve put on weight.”

  “Which you should have done, darlin’. You’re healthy now and look it.”

  “I can’t wear those dresses that you like so much, Truck. I’ve no waist…”

  “Think I give a fuck about what packaging you come in, babe? Doesn’t mean fuck all. You want to know what I see when I look at you?”

  Do I?

  But he doesn’t give me the option of not finding out.

  “When I look at you I see a woman who brings me to my fuckin’ knees with her bravery. Who fought to give life to my baby, and nearly lost herself doing so. These scars on my face that I got from doing my job? Nothing to these marks on your body. I didn’t want you to have Hope, Al. Didn’t think it was fair on you, didn’t think my desire to have a child was worth losing you in the process. But you fought on, anyway, didn’t you? Like any fuckin’ warrior facing adversity, you didn’t run away and give up. You think I don’t find you sexy? Feel my cock, babe. Can’t remember it ever being harder than this.”

  As if to demonstrate he leaps off the bed and shrugs out of his cut and clothes as fast as humanly possible, then takes his cock in his hand, grimacing as his fingers stroke his shaft as though he’s in some kind of agony. His head goes back and his eyes close, his jaw is clenched.

  After a second, he looks back down. “Dreamed of tasting you, Allie. Fuckin’ dreamed of seeing you like you are now. I knew you’d have changed, just couldn’t have imagined how even more fuckin’ beautiful you’ve become. Let me taste you?”

  “I haven’t…”

  “Shaved? Happens I like you this way better, Al.”

  Although his expression conveys his urgency, his hands are gentle when he gets onto the bed and pulls my panties down, and his mouth kisses my feet when one by one he lifts them and pulls the plain garment completely off.

  With his eyes on mine, checking for any sign of my discomfort, he pushes my knees up and apart, and then stares at me. It makes me uncomfortable, but I don’t know why. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

  When he lowers his mouth, I stop thinking. Allowing myself to switch off my overactive mind and simply feel, a luxury I hadn’t experienced for some time. I’d forgotten how talented he is.

  If he was a dying man in the desert tasting his first drink in weeks, he couldn’t sound so enamoured of my taste as he moans while lapping up my cream, then as his tongue plays my clit like a maestro. And that beard. Wow, I was right when I said it had implications. The feeling of the hair moving over my sensitive spot is incredible. He notices and makes good use of it, adding the effect to his repertoire. He hasn’t forgotten one thing about my body, nor how to get me to the point fast where my thighs tighten, trapping his head, and I open my mouth… at the last moment remembering I have a daughter in the next room, so stuff my fist between my lips to deaden my scream.

  Truck looks up, his mouth and beard dripping wet, and he’s grinning. “Glad you remembered. Rather she stayed asleep for a while.” He pauses to fiddle with something in his mouth, and then pulls out a short curly hair.

  I shudder, embarrassed. There were benefits to me being bare, but he doesn’t object. In fact he grins wider.

  Then he catches my eyes and holds them with his. “Are you ready, Al? We can stop now if you want.”

  “Condom,” I gasp. I know I’m on the implant which should be working by now, but I’m not taking any chances. If he tried to take me bare, I’d have to ask him to stop.

  But of course he doesn’t say anything, just holds up the condom he’d already got out of the packet. I watch, entranced as he smooths it on.

  Then he’s there, between my legs, pushing inside me. I’d wondered if it would feel different, if I’d be less tight having carried a baby. But I needn’t have worried. Maybe it’s the months of disuse, but I feel I’m tighter than I was before.

  Truck works his way in, then stops, reverently lowering his forehead to mine, and gasping out, “Home, now I’m fuckin’ home, Allie. Never leaving you again. You’re mine, woman, you hear me?”

  “I’m yours,” I rasp my reply, unable to stop my body pushing against his.

  He takes the hint and begins to move.

  His hips twist as he gets that spot which makes me contract my muscles around him. Each thrust he makes count. He quickens his pace, and I doubt he’ll last long, it having been such a long time for each of us.

  “Fuck, Allie, I can’t hold back.”

  He presses hard on my clit and it seems that I can’t either. The dual sensations of his cock and fingers on both the right spots this time make me forget and my scream conjoins with his bellow of release.

  We clutch and hold each other as our bodies quiver with his final pumps and my aftershocks.

  Until a loud cry reaches us.

  “Shit. Think Viper can soundproof our bedroom in the house?” Truck says as he pulls out with a firm grasp on the condom.

  “He did say he’d build it to our specifications,” I counter, reaching for my robe then putting it on, wondering how Truck is going to take t
he hindrance to our canoodling after sex that we used to engage in.

  I needn’t have worried. He’s only a moment behind me when he comes in and takes Hope from me.

  There’s just something about a man wearing only jeans cuddling a baby.

  This wasn’t the way I’d expected this day to go. If asked I’d have said I hadn’t been ready. My head had started to believe I never would be. I’m so glad Truck found a way to persuade me.

  “Truck?”

  “Yeah?” He looks up from where he’s expertly changing Hope as if he’d done it every day for a year.

  I smile coyly. “I don’t know what Peg said to you, but thank him for me, will you?”

  He chuckles. “I think that will stay between me and the sergeant-at-arms.” Suddenly, he grows serious. He stands up, holding a fresh smelling baby to him. “Allie, I was a fool when I first came back. Needed a minute to get my head on straight. I felt numb, destroyed. You put me back together.”

  “Truck—”

  “Nah, let me say this. I fuckin’ love you, Al. Never stopped. That’s what kept me going. Never doubt it. I love you.”

  I didn’t know how much I needed the words until I heard them. I step forward, putting my arms around my man and my daughter as well as I can, hugging them both. “I love you, Truck.”

  Hope seems to look at me and then him, and then says loudly, “Dada.”

  Twenty years in the future – Drummer

  “Okay, if we’re discussing everyone. What about Joker and Lady?”

  Another loud snort. “I called it, Drummer. Two men transferred in from Las Vegas, neither went with the whores. They hid that fuckin’ relationship from everyone else, but I saw it.”

  “You did.” Others, like me, might have had suspicions, but it had been Peg who’d voiced them, meaning I’d had to act on it.

  “They’d lied to the club. Should have gotten a beatdown.”

  My head moves side to side. “Yeah, we could have done that. But they had their fucking reasons. Joker hadn’t been accepted all his life, had lived a lie that would have destroyed him if he hadn’t found a man like Lady to be by his side.”

  “Lady’s Man,” he offers the full handle I hadn’t thought about in years. “Can’t think when there was a more inaccurate moniker.”

  Once again, I stare ahead, this time not seeing the scenery, but a scene around the table instead. “I didn’t know how everyone would take it. I hoped no one would be an asshole, but I couldn’t be sure.”

  “You called them out on it.” Peg’s brow creases. “No warning to them or to us.”

  “Most were aware of it in a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ fashion.”

  “Some weren’t,” Peg grins. “But after finding out everyone was cool, Joker became a changed man.”

  He was. He’d stopped trying to pretend to be something he wasn’t. Ended up with a lovely little girl too. Under sad circumstances, of course, following the death of his brother and his wife. But Maya had been young enough to adapt quickly, and fitted in well with the other toddlers in the club.

  “We’re a strange family, Peg.”

  “That we are. Mismatched and dysfunctional as I’ve always said. But the better for it.”

  That’s what binds us together. We’d each give our lives for any of our brothers and their families.

  “You should be proud,” Peg announces, catching me off guard.

  “Why?”

  “Because of what you’ve built.”

  “I didn’t start it, Peg, that was my old man, Bastard.” He was the one who’d originally breathed life into the Satan’s Devils Motorcycle Club.

  “He certainly deserves his moniker,” Peg snaps. “Yeah, Bastard started the club, but it was different. The brotherhood was there from the start, prospects having to earn their patch. But life was cheap and many lost it. When you took the helm, you started to build something different. A club where men who wanted to live outside the citizen world could feel safe doing it.”

  “Wasn’t safe for everyone, Peg. Lost a few good men along the line. Tongue, Adam and Hank for starters. And Raptor a few years back.”

  “They died protecting family,” he reminds me.

  We’re quiet for a moment, both lost in our thoughts of the brothers who have gone.

  “Even Mouse got us into some shit.” The memories are continuing to surface in my brain.

  “Colombia, wasn’t it? Where we had to go to rescue Mariana.”

  I raise my chin, then shake my head. “Fuck, that was some outing. Then she had to take on immigration.”

  “She’s a permanent resident now.”

  She is. As soon as that was confirmed, she and Mouse had started on their family. Got three kids now, had them all in quick succession.

  Peg chuckles. “When she started having those babies, she came down less hard on Drew.”

  “Didn’t hurt him none that she insisted on him getting an education. Helped grow him as a man.”

  “Then he patched in, anyway.”

  He did, and I’ve got one hell of a lot of respect for the member he’s become. “He’s solid, Peg.” With Mouse’s encouragement he got a degree in computer shit. Earned the handle Wizard and has proved more than once what a clever motherfucker he is. “He’ll do right by the club.”

  “He will,” the sergeant-at-arms confirms.

  We go quiet for a moment, each reminiscing in our own ways. The silence is broken when Peg suddenly announces, “Never expected Blade to find someone, and not that he’d find her scavenging for food.”

  My turn to snort. “None of us expected to find our old ladies in the way that we did, but maybe Blade’s is the strangest.”

  “Or Hound. Didn’t he run her down or something?”

  “Or Cast.”

  Peg grins, “BDSM club, wasn’t it?”

  It was. With the result Peg’s gym now has a partitioned off area which we all use from time to time. May have picked up a thing or two from one of our newer members.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Truck…

  “Come here you little rascal.” I swing Hope up into my arms. She squirms, wanting to get down. Now that she can walk, she doesn’t want to be confined, something I can fully understand. Why I baulked at Allie wanting to put reins on her—she’s my daughter, not a dog to be put on a lead. Trouble is, we now need eyes in the back of our heads. Hope is likely to toddle off any chance she can.

  I’m not surprised that today her eyes are open in wonder and awe, and she’s itching to explore.

  She loves bikes, the look and the sound, even the loudest engine roar doesn’t get her fazed. I think she’s attracted by the gleaming chrome and bright paint colours. I haven’t told Allie, but I’m thinking of getting her one of those kid’s electric motorcycles as soon as she’s old enough to ride it. Can’t wait for that. ‘Bike’ was the first proper word she said.

  “Momma. Momma.”

  Yup, here’s Allie coming back now.

  “You done?”

  “Done.”

  I notice she looks tired. “You okay?”

  She brightens immediately, “I’m fine, Truck. Just, talking about it, you know? It brings it all back. Thank fuck Sam was with me—I don’t think they’d have believed how bad it was if she hadn’t been there to back me up.”

  Allie’s just given an interview to a local newspaper about the condition she’d suffered. It’s her aim to get HG on everyone’s radar so women like her aren’t told to just put up and shut up when they’re so ill during pregnancy.

  What we’re doing today will go a long way towards that. We’re currently at the end point of a charity run. There has to be a few hundred bikers milling around, stalls and catering stands set up, auctions, raffles, and all manner of competitions and prize-giving going on. Bikers from all over are here rubbing shoulders together, including those from other Satan’s Devils chapters, of course.

  Our aim to raise money for research, and increase awareness of Hypereme
sis Gravidarum. Allie’s already been on a local radio show, part of the reason for the big turn out today, and now she’s just been talking to the press. Other women have contacted her to share their stories, and in many ways, talking to people who have gone through the same thing has helped her.

  Allie’s still not completely recovered, still gets the occasional panic attack, and gets tired easily. For that reason, she didn’t ride behind me today, but came in the truck with Hope. I’m constantly watching her as she tries to do too much.

  “How’s our monster been?”

  “A monster,” I confirm. Hope’s a spoiled brat, I’ll admit it. She’s the family I never thought I’d have, and, surprisingly, Allie is as soft with her as I am. I know she regrets not being able to give her a brother or sister, but I wouldn’t put her through that again for the world. It’s no longer possible in any event. I only fire blanks now.

  “I just saw Tommy. He’s in his element.”

  “Yeah?” I ask with a grin. “Doing his job?”

  “And loving the responsibility,” she replies laughing.

  Tommy’s been put in charge of making sure no one touches our bikes. Something he’s proving he’s good at. Patient, doesn’t mind staying in one place, and big enough no one is going to risk a fist they have no idea he’d never think to raise.

  “I hear Hound’s going to give him a break soon, and Roadkill is going to take him around the stalls.”

  As she’s agreeing she’s glad Tommy’s not being left out, a voice comes from behind.

  “Hey, Sis.”

  I swing around, putting out a hand to shake Jason’s before he leans in and gives Allie a peck on the cheek.

  She waited until I was out of prison before contacting him, wary, I think, of meeting a member of the family which held no happy memories for her. They’ve spent more years apart than they had together, and needed to learn about each other all over again, as adults, not children. I don’t think they’ll ever be close, but that he’s here to support her today speaks volumes.