A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) (16 page)

20

Rebel

After hanging around Miami for two days searching for clues I’m back home.

I questioned neighbors, watched the garage and house for signs of them—nothing. Not a damn trace of information. It’s as if they’re motherfuckin’ ghost.

I even had Truth search the local school’s files for a kid resembling Colt. Dead ends
everywhere
he looked. When he investigated the house they were living in, the names on the deed to the house disappeared before he could read them, the fucking address completely
vanished
from the database.

Grim’s sorry ass knows I’m home and has called me into a meeting with Romeo. I don’t want to look at either of their sorry mugs.
Lying sacks of shit.
Tread can kiss my ass, that motherfucker knew too. I’m not sure I want to stay in the club. The club is supposed to be my family and have my back. All they are doing is fucking me up the ass bareback
and
without any lube!
Bastards.

As bad as I want to leave, I remember I still have a brother, one who wants me in his life and needs my guidance. I gotta stick around for JT, he’s my
blood
. For his sake I will forgive and move on. If Striker don’t want me in his life then fuck him, him and Baby can live their lie wherever in the fuck they are.
Good riddance.

JT is coming over for dinner before I go to choir. Guess he took what I said to heart and followed my advice. He’s got him a new woman, Kimmie. I know of her, from her hanging around at the Roadhouse, and from her dancing at Pink Lips, she didn’t want to stay on as an Oasis girl, too many bad memories. I don’t know if JT knows what he’s getting into with her. She’s club property and he’s not patched. Unless Kimmie moves out of the Roadhouse, she’s club pussy.

I suspect that's why he’s coming over.

The kids are full of it this evening, excited that I’m home. Miracle has clung to me since I came through the door. Chelle could barely give me a hug and kiss to welcome me
home
.

JT and Kimmie knock at the door. Axel and Harley let them in. Abel is on his momma’s hip as she sets the table.

“Welcome to the madhouse.” Chelle laughs, as JT trips over a tricycle in the middle of the floor.

“Guys, I told ye, riding toys go
outside
.” I shake my head and JT laughs.

“It’s all good brother. Let them play.”

Kimmie goes into the kitchen with Chelle to help finish up. I send the kids along after them so we can talk. 

JT takes a seat on the couch having to move stuffed animals out of the way. It does no good to pick up this shit. The kids drag their crap back out five minutes after we put away. Chelle says our house is lived in and full of love. I agree with her. I wouldn't argue with the woman.

“What brings ye by?” I know why, but I want to see how he’s gonna handle his business. 

“You were right.” I grin hearing it, I don’t get to be right very often, not living with a woman like Chelle. “So you know Kimmie and know she’s promised pussy.” I nod, damn he’s picking up things fast. I’m proud. “I know I’m not patched, but she wants to go to nursing school. The Club paid her tuition, but she isn’t gonna be no man’s whore but mine. I’m here for advice. I want to know what I can do to make sure she gets in school and stays out of Stone’s bed.”

“Is that all?” I smirk. I already have it squared away, but I want to watch him sweat a little. Can’t have him thinking big brother is always gonna come to the rescue. I’m no one’s hero. “What do ye think I can do about it. She made her deal on her own terms. You gotta earn that patch if ye want it. Only thing I can tell ye is get used to seeing her get fucked,
a lot.
” It’s so hard to keep a straight face.

I can see his fists clenching and the anger bubbling in his veins. He’s my brother all right.

“You know, I thought you were different man, but you’re an asshole like everyone else. Should’ve known I can only count on myself.
Fuck you. Fuck your club.
” He stands to get his bitch and leave. The look on his face mirrors our father’s.

I can’t hold it together any longer. I bust out laughing. “Damn man, chill out. But see now ye know she’s the one. You’d give up anything to have her. You’d forget everything and piss on the world, including telling ye brother to go to hell. I’ll take care of it. Kimmie can work at Oasis, as a hostess. She doesn’t have to dance. The girls are going to need someone else with Amy’s being pregnant too. I have the cabin next door. It’s empty, if you and Kimmie want it. I know the apartment over the tat shop is cramped. Let me worry about your claim on her. I’ll deal with Stone. I have choir later it’ll get dealt with.”

“Are you serious? You had me going and I was like
fuck.
”

“You’re my brother. I’ll do anything for ye, just don’t expect me to wipe your ass. I have enough of them to wipe around here already.”

“What about ass’s daddy?” Axel asks with a cheesy grin.

“Come here, don't let your mother hear ye.” I scruff up his hair.

“What don’t you want me to hear?” Chelle is standing behind me, and Axel has that
uh oh
look.

“Men’s talk,” I tell her and Axel laughs as though it’s the funniest thing ever.

“Oh men’s talk is it. Well then bring you and your
men
to the table for dinner.”

The three of us get up and start for the kitchen.

Axel looks at JT and says, “Hey, Uncle JT, your girlfriend has a big ol booty.” He even motions his hands to show just how big.

“Just how I like it little man,” JT tells him.

Chelle tries to hide her laughter, but I can see it creeping across her cheeks as she grabs his ear. “That's not nice.”

“Well it’s true, you said I should always tell the truth momma.”

“He’s got ye there woman,” I tell her, and she points a finger at me.

“Don’t you start.”

“Darlin I’m revved up and ready. JT and Kimmie can handle the kids and dinner. They owe me. It’s been days woman and I want ye.”

I don’t have to tell my wife twice. She’s all over a free babysitter and my dick.

“Come on little man. You can tell Kimmie how much we like her big butt,” JT jokes grabbing him up in his arms as I lead my Chelle Belle down the hall to bed.

21

Grim

“I take it you decided to stay. I told ye if ye want to walk, you can.”

“Aye, I’m here for good man. This is home.”

“Here we sit, seems like it always comes down to the two of us, hey brother?”

“
Christ
I give up; I’m fucking stuck with ye for all my days. Should’ve put a ring on your fat finger and proposed years ago I suppose,” Romeo bullshits as we sit around waiting for Rebel to show.

I know Rebel’s angry. He has every right to be, but I stand by my choice. I’d do it again.

“So how’s the kid?” I haven’t talked to him about his situation with Dawn.

“She’s hangin in there like hair in a biscuit. Thinks she’s in love with Patrick. She falls in love with them all though.” He laughs.

“Daughter’s will make ye proud and break ye heart all at once.”

“Don’t I know it,” he agrees with a chuckle. “What do you think about me sponsoring Patrick for a potential? The boy’s been through hell and we both owe Sunshine.”

“Owe Sunshine do we, are
we
a we? Where’s my motherfuckin’ ring then?” I kid, waving my ring finger at him.

“I got ye ring cocksucker, you can blow it out ye ass.” He tosses me a bag of weed.

I chuckle and take a drink of my shine. “I’m not your bitch. Roll us both one. You can be the bitch in this partnership.”

“You keep it up, and I’m gonna think you think we can be like Truth and Tread. Sharing their women and shit. We’ve done fucked both Foxie
and
Sunshine.” He grabs the bag back and digs some rolling papers out of his pocket.

“Fuck no, we ain’t gonna be like those two. I’m not fuckin’ ye in the ass and you sure as fuck ain’t going near mine.”  I shake my damn head, fuck that shit. Motherfuckers ain’t right.

He chuckles licking the paper.

“Back to Patrick yay or nay brother?”

He sniffs the joint. I swear can’t nobody roll a joint as fast as he can.

I scratch my beard as he lights up our puff puff pass. “Don’t know where I should put the kid. He’s an ugly fuck, he’d scare the titties off the girls and send customers away at Oasis. He can help Truth with the garage part time, then he can work the scrapyard when the garage is slow. Start him off a few days a week. Guess he needs a place to live too. Hmmph.”

I take another swig of shine and a few tokes, thinking while he rolls a few more joints. “Truth and Amy will be needing a bigger place soon enough. He can have the garage apartment when it opens up. Until then ye gonna have to stand outside Dawn’s bedroom door with your gun.” I grin catching his expression from the corner of my eye.

“
Goddamnit,
give him a room upstairs.”

I snort. “I don’t think we have anything open, it’s a full house around here these days. Like the good ol days.” I smile as we talk about our younger days. I was bloodthirsty. A real mean son of a bitch. I’d blow into town and fuck away my sins with Foxie’s sweet little ass, before she wised up and realized I wasn’t gonna make an honest woman out of her. Romeo was making moonshine by the barrel full. Now look at us, Romeo and me, two old buzzards. Two grumpy old bastards.

The door bounces off the wall, interrupting my walk down memory lane. Rebel.

“About time you dragged your cry tittin’ ass here,” I growl. “Did you have to see if your mom has any milk in her tit or get ye a pacifier to suck on?” Motherfucker has kept us waiting long enough.

He takes the joint Romeo is holding out to him and slams back a shot of tequila.

“Rough trip?” Romeo asks with a quirky grin.

“Fuck off lying prick,” he snorts at him.

“Well, I figure I owe ye for shutting ye out of the Florida deal, and you have come here to ask for whatever it is you think you’re due. So what is it, what’s the price?”

He lights up his puff puff pass and takes a hard toke. He coughs hard and Romeo laughs, and says, “Pussy,” under his breath. I think the fucker is baked.

“Ye think there is a price on betrayal? I remember the cost my father paid for his,” Rebel throws his words at me laced with venom, as he ought to.

Boy has me there. He ain’t wrong but he ain’t exactly right either. “Your father was a slimy bastard and ye know it. I did what was best. I’m guessing you didn’t find what ye was looking for. They move on?”

“You didn’t warn them that I was coming?”

“No need, I knew they’d push off the moment I left.”

“You should’ve told me,” he snarls tossing back another shot.

“
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
. It’s done and over. Time to move on,” Romeo pipes in, his eyes glazed and blazed. Sunshine won’t be happy when he drags his as home and eats her out of house and home. Munchies, gets a man every time. I can already hear his stomach rumbling.

“I guess you’re right. I lost one brother, but I have gained another. I want to patch JT in. Need someone I can trust to have my back. He deserves a patch for helping with the Dawn situation. Not only that, he’s a Black, a legacy to this club.”

I sit back in my chair. “What else? I know there's more.”

“JT’s laying claim on Kimmie. If Stone tries to override him, the two of ye will veto and have my brother’s back. She doesn’t want that old bastard. She loves JT. I gave them Romeo’s old cabin, so he can live next to me. I know the club paid for Kimmie’s tuition, and she’s going to work that off at Oasis, as a hostess, by taking Amy’s place working with the girls.”

“I’ll give ye what you want, but ye leave the past alone. No more recon, no more solo missions. No more having Truth dig up shit he has no business knowing.
Feel me?
”

“I feel ye.” Rebel smiles satisfied with having his way.

“Good that settles it.”  I knew he’d come around. Rebel isn’t a bad guy. I can’t blame him for wanting to see his brother, to set his wrongs straight. Ain’t gonna happen though. I doubt I will ever see Baby again. I’m just thankful I had one more chance. I’m not getting any younger and I won’t risk looking again.

22

3 months later

Mute

I’ve been living in the apartment over the garage for about a month now. It feels good to be in my own place. Romeo took me on and made me a potential. I was nervous, afraid they—the club, wouldn’t want me, wouldn’t accept me because of my father.

My father was horrible to Truth’s top bitch, Amy.

I remember the way she smelled of peaches. I knew what Paul was capable of.  I couldn’t save her or her friends without dying myself, and then them dying anyway. I thought...I don’t know what I thought, but she was too pretty for him. I knew he’d hurt her, but I thought maybe I’d make it easier for her somehow to stomach him. That touching me, the
freak,
would be the biggest shock, so that when he played with her it wouldn’t seem so bad. I was wrong. I should’ve killed Paul then. I’m glad the fucker’s dead. However, it doesn’t change my part in Amy’s captivity, I live with what I did and what I didn’t do.

I want to tell her I’m sorry. I want her to know I’d take it back, but I was given clear instructions to stay away from her. I’m sure my being here is hard for her, but I need her to know I’d take it back if I could. I wrote her a letter. I’ve been debating on the right time to give it to her, and I guess there is no right time. She will probably hate me the rest of her life and she has every right to.

There’s just this nagging feeling inside me to try though. I grip the envelope in my fist and set out to get it in her hands.

She's just stopped by the garage to bring Truth his lunch. Working with him hasn’t been easy, with him knowing his woman has had my cock in her mouth. I’m not proud of what I done. If I could take it back, I would.

Truth told me it would take time, but one day he would be okay with me, just not anytime soon. I’m hoping my letter will make it easier for them to tolerate me. It was Dawn's idea. She said I need them to know how I really felt.

“All they can do is not read it. Nothing lost nothing gained,” she says as we walk down the stairs hand in hand.

She’s been doing good, even making straight A’s in school. I like to think I have a part in that. We’ve been taking things slow and really getting to know each other. She’s been going to counseling for about three months now, and I just finished speech therapy. I still have a lisp. I’ll always have one, but my speech is improving. I can say a few words and Dawn doesn’t have to guess what I’m trying to say. It’s become a game we play. She gives me a kiss for every word I can say clearly.

We just had our first official date a week ago. I wanted her dad to see that I respected her, him, and Sunshine enough to wait until I was out of his house.

I’m not going to say the temptation to sneak into her room at night wasn’t there, but somehow I survived. We did a lot of late night texting. We’ve even hung out with JT and Kimmie a few times. He’s actually pretty cool and he does amazing ink. He did a new tat on Dawn, she’s a bit crazy. She wanted a heart with my name on it.

I didn’t know what to say when she showed me, it’s on her left hip.

However, when I see hints of it when she wears low rise pants it turns me on. She marked her body for me. This girl loves me.

Down at the garage Truth and Amy are sitting in the office eating. I hate to interrupt them. Truth said you don’t come between her and her food, she’s pregnant with twins and needs her protein, but I need to do this, so I’ll suffer her wrath.

I don’t say anything when they look up at us. I lay the letter down on the desk.

“What’s this?” Amy questions.

“Thorry,” I tell her.

Dawn speaks up, “He wrote you an apology for what happened. You can read it or not, but Patrick has suffered enough. That doesn't make what he did to Amy right, but he is sorry. He’s not like Paul. He lives with the weight of his actions and the sins of his father every day. I just thought you both should know, he’s not a bad guy.”

“We appreciate it,” Truth says.

“Good, we won’t keep you guys.”

Outside, Dawn squeezes my hand. “See that wasn’t so bad. You just wait and see, they’ll come around and things won’t be so tense.

We go back upstairs to watch a movie. Sunshine still hasn’t warmed up to my dating Dawn, but I don’t need her approval. She’s always finding ways to interrupt our alone time. Last night we were just sitting on the porch and she made Jamie join us.

My mom isn't so bad when Romeo is around, he rides her ass hard when he catches her meddling.

We’ll have a break from her tonight. Jamie had a robotics competition up north and they will be gone until sometime tomorrow. Romeo gave permission for Dawn to stay with me. He said he wants to be able to trust us to be smart.

I’m trying but
damn
do I want her.

Sunshine threw a bitch fit about it, saying she doesn’t want to be a grandma yet.

Dawn is still in high school she’s only seventeen, and I’m not ready to be a dad either. I’m not that stupid, and Dawn is on birth control.

We’ve talked about sex. We both want it, it's just a matter of when.

Tonight
could be the night, but I won’t pressure her. The anticipation of having her has been driving me wild, but that only stands to make it that much better.

Dawn

Snuggled up on the couch with Patrick, watching Deadpool, I keep running my hand up and down his thigh hinting that I want him to make a move. Each stroke brings me closer to his dick. His arm is slung over my shoulder and his fingers are tapping above my boob. Wiggling closer to him, I try to get his hand over my breast without being obvious.

I’ve been so patient and understanding of the fact that Patrick wanted us to be respectful taking our time, but I’m
dying
here. I’ve not been with anyone since JT. Sure Patrick and me have had some steamy makeout sessions, but it’s all been on top of the clothes business.

I
need
more.

I
want
more.

I
want
him.

I’m going to explode while waiting for him to make a move here.

I should just tell him what I want, but I don’t want to push him.

I don’t know why I am being so nervous and acting like a chicken shit. I guess I just want to get this right. Growing frustrated, I decide no more waiting. I excuse myself to the bathroom. I go in and strip down to my lace bra and panty set. Twisting around in the mirror checking out my reflection I feel confident he will like what he sees.

Two deep breaths and I slink down the hallway being quiet so I can surprise him.

When I make it to the couch he isn’t here. Where in the hell is he? I look to the left and see his shadow in the kitchen. I don’t know why, but I tiptoe back to the bathroom, and peer around the doorway waiting for him to sit down. It isn’t like I need to make some big grand entrance or anything.

He takes a drink of his beer then glances down the hall, and I duck like an idiot. I’ve made this so stupid and awkward, harder than it needs to be.

I’m being ridiculous.

This is Patrick.

He loves me and has no expectations.

Taking charge of the situation, I strut down the hallway proudly and straddle him where he sits.

It's the only push he needs to take charge. His hands come around me caressing the small of my back.

My mouth finds his as I flatten my hand against the back of his head and rub down to his shoulder. His soft lips move along my neck as his hands move up my back and around to my awaiting breasts.

Grinding against the bulge in his pants I’m eager to get him out of his clothes.
Tonight
is most
definitely
the night.

One word leaves his mouth. “Bed.” He sure said
that
easy enough. I smile and nod eagerly.

Leading him down the short hall to his bed is surreal. I’ve wanted this for so long.

So many nights I’ve laid awake lusting after him. He was only a few steps away tempting me across the hall, and I had to resist the urge to take what I wanted, because he asked me to wait, to be patient. Now that he is settled in his own place there is nothing to stand in our way.

There’s no Sunshine around to interrupt.

I climb on the bed and scoot to the headboard. He starts to get in bed with his clothes on and I tell him, “No way. Take your clothes off. I’m not waiting anymore. Let me see you, all of you.”  

He laughs softly but does as I please.

I’ve seen him without a shirt before, I know what he tries to hide. Cigarette burns, scars from being sliced with a knife. When I look at Patrick I don’t even see his scars anymore, they
are
a part of him but they don’t
define
him.

All I see standing before me is a beautiful man, a man that loves all the pieces of me, the good, the bad, the ugly.

His cock juts out standing at attention. 

He takes my breath away.

I know he’s insecure, but he doesn’t need to be.

He’s fifty shades of sexy.

“Get over here,” I demand, and he joins me under the covers.

His body blankets mine, our legs tangled under the sheets, as his mouth explores my chest. This is the closest we’ve ever been and laying here with him skin to skin is
incredible
.

I’ve been with a few guys, and I can’t even compare those experiences with how I am feeling now. Patrick’s touch is on a whole other level. It isn’t about the physical though, it's the emotional bond we share, his love for me,
our
love for each
other
. 

“Dawn,” he whispers my name. I want to cry he said it
perfect
ly. No stutter. No lisp. I know he’s been working so hard going to speech therapy. 

I never knew something as simple as hearing my name could make me feel on top of the world.

“I love you Patrick.”

His lips meet my stomach as his fingers work at removing my panties.

That mouth of his,
good lord
, his tongue runs down the length of my right leg and back up the left, ending at my navel. He’s teasing me and he knows it. Gentle fingers part my lips rubbing my sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips buck and his palm flattens over my tummy holding me still. Kicking my feet out doesn't bring me any relief.

His lips, his fingers continue to torture me. Patrick and his love are the only high I need. My fingers trail along his back and down to his butt. His muscles tense beneath my touch.
“Patrick
, please,
I need you.”

Looking up at me through hooded eyes he smiles lazily. Getting off the bed he goes over to his dresser and gets out a condom. Watching him put the freaking thing on is so damn erotic. I’m on birth control, but we’ve already discussed this. We’re not taking any chances. We have plans and they don’t include my getting pregnant anytime in the foreseeable future. Someday maybe but definitely not today. We come from fucked up backgrounds and we aren’t really sure if kids are something we want. However, it isn’t something we need to decide right now, I’m only seventeen. All I want is to enjoy being with him.

His body snakes up mine, his hardness pressing into my thigh. His mouth caps over my nipple, he’s in no hurry to relieve my sweet ache.

Slipping my hand between us I find his cock, running my fingers over his shaft. I tug on him and line the head of him up with my slit. A hiss escapes his throat as his forehead rests against mine.

Pushing my hand away he continues teasing at my clit, pinching my nub with his thumb and finger fucking me to death.

“Fuck me,” I whisper into his hungry mouth.

He pulls back looking deep in my eyes, and shakes his head. “N-n-nu-no. I’ll mathe lufth tu you.”

With my legs hooked around his waist he eases inside me.
Perfection
. Pulling out, he comes back at me even slower. His torturous seduction has me on the edge of either the best orgasm of my life or my killing him, if he doesn’t stop his teasing.

Sinking deeper in his pace builds. Hooking an arm under my leg, he brings my ankle up on his shoulder.
Holy shit,
he’s found his rhythm. The weight of him has me unable to move as he buries himself inside me, drilling me relentlessly.

Scratching my nails across the span of his shoulders I squeeze him, tight.

“Futh
Dawn
,” he says deeply. The way he says my name will never get old. I want to hear him say it over and over again.

“Say my name again,” I tell him greedily.

His lips curve into a delicious smile.

“Dawn,” he says again, rolling off me so that I can get on top.

Straddling him, I sink down on him feeling like a damn goddess. His firm hands hold my hips keeping our motions in sync. Rolling my hips, I ride him hard then slow, as though our bodies are playing a melody only our hearts can hear.