A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) (10 page)

11

JT

I can’t take it. I tried to be the good guy and be a friend to Dawn. However, I won’t go to jail for her. I can't fuck up my shot at a future. I won’t do it when I know she’d just be off with the next fool.

I pull in at the Roadhouse instead of going home. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I send a text to Dawn.

JT: I’m sorry Honey, I can’t be that guy for you. I will always be your friend, but it's best if we don’t see each other anymore.

Yeah
, I’m
that guy
. The one who breaks up with a girl via text message.

I slam my truck door shut and head inside to release some stress.

I walk in and head straight for the bar. I need a drink. As much of a pain as Dawn was, it still sucks I had to end things with her like that. 

Pulling up a stool, I wait for someone to get me a beer.

Someone kicks the back of my stool hard. “Get me a beer potential,” a man says with a snarl.

I turn around to see Stone, one of the older brothers grinning at me. “Ye don’t get waited on here boy, ye do the waitin.” He chuckles as I scramble from my seat and go behind the bar.

“What's your poison?” I ask him

“Long neck Bud,” he replies gruffly. I nod and start looking in the cooler for what he wants. I’ve not been behind the bar before now. I don’t know where anything is kept.

“Here,” a gentle voice says guiding my hand. I look up to see who owns the sweet voice and soft hand. Kimmie.

“Thanks.” I wink at her and uncap the bottle.

I reach it across the bar to Stone and grab one for myself.

“Thanks I’ll need another soon.” The fucker takes my beer.

Kimmie giggles and gets me another one.

Damn
, I've not seen her since she was dancing at Pink Lips.

She smiles at me. “How you been doing JT?” Her hazel eyes glitter with wonder.

“Can’t complain, but you wouldn’t want to hear my shit anyway. How about you?”

She adjusts her ponytail and says, “Try me. I’ve always got time for an old friend.”

“How long you got?” I joke.

“All night.” She winks and goes over to a table to clear off some empty bottles.

I watch her as she works as though being here cleaning up after dirty bikers is the best thing in the world, but I suppose after what she went through for her it is.

Her dark hair is streaked with chunks of purple and green. I hadn’t noticed the streaks until the light hit them. Her body is just as banging as it ever was. She’s not what you would call big, but she’s not boney either. The girl has meat on her. She doesn’t have any visible tats from what I can tell.

She doesn’t flaunt her body like most of the other clubwhores do. It’s sexy and leaves a lot to the imagination. I wonder if she’d let me tattoo her. My mind wonders to brushing my fingers over her skin, getting her prepped, using her body as my canvas.

When she comes back over she starts asking me all sorts of questions. Wanting to know what I do, what I’ve been doing. How I’ve been since the last time we saw one another.

I tell her about my apprenticeship with Inkman and her eyes light up.

“Do you have any tattoos?” I rake my eyes over her body unable to help it.

She blushes at the attention. “No, but I want to get one.”

“I could do you,” I say and she busts out laughing. Now I’m the one blushing.  “I Meant to say I could do one for you.”

“Mmm hmmm…” She nudges my shoulder. “When?”

“Whenever you want. I have an apartment over the shop. You should stop by. Come see me sometime.”

“Okay, I will. I’ll do that.” Her eyes are still glittering at me and it feels good. She smiles so sweetly.

“Yeah, you do that,” I say with a grin.

“Potential,” Stone yells at me.

“Yeah, what?” I go over to his table. 

“Ye gonna hit that or are ye gonna make eyes at her all night?” He laughs. “Get me another beer.”

I turn to get his drink and he yells, “Run.”

Fucker
—but I have no choice, this is what I signed on for. I jog to the bar feeling stupid and like a big
asshole
in front of Kimmie as she laughs at me.

“Here man, anything else?” I ask getting annoyed.

“Ye taking attitude with me boy?”

“No sir.”

He busts out laughing holding his gut and spilling his beer. “Sir…I’m just messing with ye son. Go on. Go get that whore and take her upstairs on me.” He shoves a key in my hand.

I start to tell him she’s no whore, but think twice about it. I look over, and some dude is whispering in her ear while squeezing her tit. I squeeze the key in my hand, hard making an indention, getting pissed for no reason in particular.

I walk back over to the bar debating my next move.

Stone yells at Kimmie, “I gave ye to the kid for tonight. Show him a good time, ride him hard.” He chuckles and her face glows red.

I plan to tell her it's okay that we don’t have to go upstairs, but she comes over and takes my hand leading me to the stairs.

Kimmie

On the outside, I am cool as a cucumber, but inside I am wobbling like a Jell-O mold. I’ve known JT most of my life. He’s the boy who ate my mudpie in second grade. The boy who would pick me to be on his team in dodgeball. 

He was the bad boy I wished would notice me in middle school and he did. I wonder if he remembers giving me my first kiss?

Neither of us knew a damn thing about kissing, but we went for it anyway behind the bleachers at a football game, while our friends watched and laughed.  It was sloppy and terrible, but he kissed me. I remember gushing over it for days.

Two weeks later, I moved two towns over with my mom, and her new husband. I only came to Drag Creek to visit my dad on the weekends. I lost track of JT until I moved in with my dad my senior year. He was dating some cheerleader who wanted to take a walk on the wild side, and JT had built up quite the reputation. I heard he was dealing drugs and stealing cars.

I wasn’t sure if he even remembered me but he did. When he broke up with his girlfriend I already had a guy. I only started dating Ricky to make JT jealous but it didn’t work.
Damn
did that ever backfire on me.

I got in pretty deep with Ricky until he dumped me for another girl two years ago. I gave up everything to be with him and he left me high and dry. I had to get a job stripping at Pink Lips to cover all the bad checks he wrote on me.

I wanted to quit but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was locked into a stupid ass contract. I remember seeing JT around, and always wanted to talk to him, but the timing was never right.

One night though, he came in the back and was waiting for that creep, Perry. 

All I did was give JT a hug and tell him it was nice to see him—Perry saw it. He pulled my hair and backhanded me.

JT stood up for me and took a punch to the face for me. He didn’t have to stand up for me but he did. It was sweet and I never forgot that. I was stuck working for those slime bags until the Black Rebel Riders’ took over.

We’re at the top of the stairs, JT pauses before we go any further. “You know I don’t expect anything.” His eyes roam down the hallway away from me, landing on One-off and Emily fooling around.

He swallows hard.

“You aren’t shy are you JT?” I tease.

“No,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Well, you have me for the night...what are you going to do with me?”

“Good question,” he says with a devious smirk.

I pull him down the hall with me and take the key he’s clutching for dear life from him.

I bite my lip and wink. “Well while you think on that, I’ll be in here taking my clothes off.”

His eyes widen in surprise.

I think he’s actually nervous.

How can that be?

I wonder if I’m coming on too strong? I’m not used to going slow, the men I’ve been with lately are more of the take want they want when they want it kind.

“JT you aren’t scared of pussy are ye?” I hear Stone yell up the stairs after us.

That’s all the push he needs. He closes the door with his foot and follows me to the bed.

I flop down on the grey comforter and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head revealing a few tattoos and sexy abs.

He’s sexy in an innocent way. Here I thought all in school that he was this rugged bad boy and here he is now—he’s like sweet potato pie.

He kicks his boots off and unbuckles his belt. His fingers are fumbling over his button. It’s adorable.

His boxers crack me up, they are green with the Hulk’s angry face on them. I try so hard not to laugh.

Jerking him forward by the waistband, I tell him, “Come here JT. Are you gonna unleash your
Hulk
on me?” I smirk and his cheeks redden. “You know, I think you was all talk back in school. Show me how bad you really are
Hulk
.”

He shakes his head with a laugh and claims my mouth. This kiss is definitely not sloppy, it’s the ooey gooey center of a fudge filled cookie kind of kiss.

His hands are like magic, so damn attentive as he explores my torso under my shirt.

His thumb and forefinger presses on my nipple with just the right amount of pressure. Not pinching me too hard but enough to make the tip of my nipple hard.

He’s good.

Damn
good.

I rub his smooth jaw, loving how it feels. I hate beard burn.

I shed my shirt and he helps me out of my jeans. His fingers hook under the elastic band of my thong and he tugs them roughly. It’s one a hell of a turn on.

“How do you want me?”

“You can start by sitting on my face,” he says breathily next to me.

I am so fucked.

JT’s laid back on the pillow looking very much a Greek God, but a God in Hulk boxers.

I tug on his boxers eying his massive boner. “I want these off.”

He slips his boxers off and
wow
, there was definitely a monster hiding in his pants.

The Hulk on TV and movie screens turns green, but JT’s Hulk grows.

I lick my lips and sit on his face in a 69 position. He doesn’t waste any time working me over. He spreads my pussy wide like he’s a world champ at a pie eating contest and gets to licking the warm center.

Taking his shaft in my hand, I struggle to wrap my fingers around him. He’s thick, large, and in charge. I lick him slowly from base to tip trying to decide if I’m going to be able to fit him in my mouth. He’s got me so hot and bothered I can sparsely breathe let alone concentrate on pleasing him.

I roll my hips, fucking his tongue and his fingers, enjoying the ride he’s giving me.

His smooth face is welcomed after constantly getting a rash from rough wiry beards.

Capping my mouth over the plump head of his meaty cock I suck him in slowly. I hear a hiss leave his throat and it turns me on all the more knowing he’s enjoying this so much.

It brings me immense pleasure to be here right now with JT. I never thought we’d ever meet in this way. After years of wanting him...I have him ...even if it is only for tonight.

Taking him fully, his dick hits the back of my throat nearly choking me. I accidentally catch him with my teeth and he winces. 

“As good as your mouth feels, I love my dick more.”

He pops from my mouth and I move off him.

He orders me to ride him and I’m more than happy to oblige.

12

Dawn

I’m standing here waiting and wondering if Patrick will kiss me. But more than that, I am wondering how it will feel. His lips are centimeters from mine, and I close my eyes waiting to feel his breath against mine.

I continue to wait for him.

Nothing.

Opening my eyes, I see he is staring at me, fighting with himself. He wants to kiss me; I can see it in his gorgeous eyes. He’s just as hungry for me as I am him.

I don’t like waiting so I take things into my own hands, wrapping my hand around the back of his head I pull him the rest of the way down. His warm lips caress mine, I moan and then he moans too.

Parting my lips, I’m ready for him to slip his tongue in my mouth, and if he doesn’t give in to me soon I may die from anticipation. 

He pulls back and
yeah
, I think I may die, because his lips on mine is
perfection
.

“Patrick,
please
, kiss me.”

He shakes his head appearing as if he is physically in pain. Am I that horrible a kisser, I wonder. “Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head. “Then what? Is it because of your tongue?”

He nods and I want to cry.

“Is that you can’t or you won’t?” I challenge.

He steps back looking at his feet. I step forward matching him step for step until his back is against the wall.

I am so close to him we could be one in the same.

I grab his face and force him to look at me. “Kiss me,” I demand and he tries to turn his face from mine.

I hold his gaze.

“Don’t be scared. I want this with you. Can you give it to me?”

A lonely tear trickles down his face.

I brush it away.

“You don’t believe me. You think I’m playing you?”

“Yeth,” he says breaking me.

Yeah, it started out as fun, but somehow it has turned into so much more than that.

“It’s not.”

He looks away.

“Patrick, look at me. THIS. IS. NOT. A. GAME.”

His eyes soften and he doesn’t pull away this time as I touch my lips softly to his.

I push my tongue against his lips, demanding entrance. Finally, he gives into me and his desire. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I find a lot more tongue than I was expecting.

It feels a bit strange and awkward at first. I brush my tongue against his going slow trying to gage his comfort level. Where the tip of his tongue should be, instead of a point there's more of a line, it isn’t perfect and straight, it feels as though there is a vein there, possibly a scar. 

Once we settle into a rhythm, he relaxes and lets go, enjoying exploring and tasting one another’s mouth.

His tongue sweeps against mine now as if we’ve been kissing each other for all our lives.

Mute 

I wasn’t going to kiss her, but she made it impossible to say no. I never dreamed I’d ever kiss anyone ever again, especially not this crazy girl with her tongue in my mouth. I had forgotten what it was like to really kiss someone. The last time I ever felt so free from my scars was when I was first in the hospital in a drug induced coma. I wanted to die, and I was ready to slip over the edge and go.

Kissing Dawn is like being in a dream, in a world that isn’t mine. I’m afraid when I open my eyes it will still be a game, despite what she said. She called me a
Goddamned freak,
and I am one.

However, the temptation to devour her smartass mouth was too great to pass up. I wasn’t about to deny her. I wasn’t going to deny myself this one gift. She’s like the last cupcake at the bakery. You want to eat it but know you shouldn’t because someone might want to buy it.

She’s beautiful and now I have tarnished her, tainted her with my
ugly
mouth.

She moans into my lips before pulling away for the breath we both desperately need.

“Um,
wow
,” she says and my dick strains in my jeans. “That was um...yeah, I am going to go now.”  I turn away knowing she wouldn’t be able to get away from me fast enough. “If Sunshine catches me in here it won’t be good.” She goes up on her toes again and gives me a quick peck. “Good night.”

She slips out the door, and I am still against the wall, rubbing my lips three minutes after she’s gone. 

I get into my temporary bed and try to sleep, but all I can do is replay that kiss over and over again in my head. I stood there like an idiot unable to move my hands. I wish I would have touched her butt, her hair, or something. I was like a wounded animal. All I could do was concentrate on her tongue touching mine.

I was waiting for her to laugh or freak out at any moment, but she didn’t, she was right there in the moment with me.

I still don’t know what she wants with me.

But
damn
do I want to find out
.

Christa

This is the first night I’ve had to sleep without Kurt since we got together. This is my first night as his wife, and I’m here alone in my bed,
our
bed, while he's in lockup.

I lay here wondering if he’s just as broken as I am, is he wishing he were lying next to me?

I stroke my fingers over the empty spot next to me imagining him here. If he were here now I’d run my fingers through his messy hair, my fingers would get caught in the tangles from his ride home on his motorcycle.

He would smell of oil and the outdoors. All manly, sexy, dangerous, and
mine
.

Grabbing his pillow, I hug it to my face trying to catch his scent. I would cry if I had any tears left. I’m all cried out, at least for today I am. The floorboard outside my door creaks and I have a mini heart attack thinking it could be Perry, until I remember he’s dead.

“Christa?”

“Yeah, Grammy?”

“Scoot over I’m coming in.”

I want to tell her no, to leave me alone to wallow in my misery. However, I say, “Come on in.”

I roll to my side to give her room.

She flips on the light, nearly blinding me in the process.

“
Hey
! A little warning next time.” I moan.

She pads across the wood floor, her nightgown dragging along the way. Her hair is braided over her shoulder. There is a notebook and a pack of pens in her hands.

“Here.” She tosses the items onto the bed before getting under the covers next to me. “Brought you a journal. Write all your feelings down. You need to let them out instead of bottling them all up inside.”

“Thanks Gram.” I know she has good intentions.

“You’re welcome, now turn out the light.” She rolls to her side with her back to me.

“
Ugh
!” I throw my blanket back and turn the light out.

“If you weren’t going to turn it off why did you turn it on?” I ask her as I climb back into bed.

“You needed to stretch your legs,” she says.

“Next time you can turn it off being you’re the one who turned it on!”

With a low snicker she adds, “It’s the only damn thing I get to turn on at my age.”

“Grammy!” I can’t believe that just came out of her mouth. Especially with the way she gets after me and JT.

“What?” She huffs. “Next time I’ll just throw cold water on ya. I won’t let you lay around feeling sorry for yourself.”

I am sure she won’t. She probably has a chore list ready for me. I bet she will say it’s all just to keep me
busy
.

Tossing and turning, I trying to get comfortable, but it’s no use. Her butt is pushing against mine.

Giving up I flop to my back and I nudge her shoulder. “I can’t sleep like this. You gotta go back to your bed.”

“You go. I’m old and tired. Hmmph.”

“Grammy, please.”

“Grammy please,” she mocks me.

“Forget it.” I grab my pillow and get out of bed.

When I get to the door Grammy switches on the lamp. “Now you know what it’s like to be married.”

She is going to drive me insane, forget worrying myself to death about my husband while he is incarcerated.

Kurt

The first night is easy.

It’s all the days that follow that are going to be hard.

The days where I won’t be able to remember her smile, the days where I don't remember the last time I saw her face. Once you're locked up for so long, everything begins to blend together.

Tonight I am in county lockup.

I won’t be in this same bed tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will get transferred.

I won’t be in the same town as my wife.

Goddamn,
I miss her so much already.

I swore I could do this, be strong enough, but here I am promising myself tonight will be easy, and I am ready to rip the damn bars off the cell and take out anybody that gets in the way of my getting home to my wife.

What the fuck was I thinking putting a ring on her finger the same day I was leaving. I have lost my
Goddamned mind.

I roll over on my stomach on this tiny ass cot and hug my thin as fuck pillow wishing I was hugging up to my woman. I can’t help but wonder is she is lonesome and unable to sleep?

Is she thinking of me? 

Does she regret saying I do?

When tomorrow comes will she be trying to get our marriage annulled?

I know she won’t.

That isn’t Christa.

She’s loyal and a forever kinda girl.

I should have let her go.

I should have broken her heart.

Let her see me with someone else.

I couldn't do that though.

The thought of any other woman just won’t do.

I was made for loving her and no one else.

She’s the only thing that’s ever been mine.

I want to give her the world, but how in the hell can I do that from in here? I can’t.

I won’t let the confines of these bars break me.

I made her a promise, I pledged vows to be her husband and I will, in time. As long as she waits for me.

I roll back over picturing her belly swollen with my children. Incredible, that’s what it would be.

I can see it now, her on Gram’s porch in a white sundress, her hair blowing in the breeze as I ride up on my Harley. Enchanting.

Fuck,
do I want that.

Making her happy will be my greatest addiction.