Read Misalliance (Death Dwellers MC #4.5) Online
Authors: Kathryn Kelly
“Go,” Johnnie ordered, staring at the bloodbath around him. “I’ll get Cash here.”
Just before Arrow walked out of the bathroom, he said, “Get Roxy here to help, too. Blood don’t bother that bitch, since she’s spilled it a few times herself.”
Although the idea had merit, Johnnie wouldn’t bother the woman, certain she was at the house watching over Harley and Little Man.
Two days later
While Johnnie held onto their son, Rory Michael Donovan, he guided Kendall into the clubhouse. Though she’d been thirty-five weeks and three days, he’d gone to NICU for observation. Once it was determined Rory was healthy, he was given the go-ahead to go home upon Kendall’s release.
She’d also decided to bottle feed the baby, so her breasts were painful and swollen. She couldn’t wait to get to the room and apply a cold compress. Once she and Johnnie discussed the pros and cons, and she told him she intended to return to the law firm, they decided it best to start Rory off on the bottle. That way, she wouldn’t have to go through the weaning process. She’d also read that bottle fed babies slept better than breast fed ones. But the deciding factor had come because of her decision to take anti-depressants. She didn’t want to affect her baby in even a small way with medication. That coupled with her decision to return to Dr. Yvonne Hughes’ weekly counseling sessions, made her look forward to her future.
Today, snow once again covered the ground. Although the drifts had stopped, it was overcast and freezing cold, so she doubted it would melt anytime soon.
The main room of the clubhouse felt so good, but the people there sent happiness through her.
It warmed her to find Roxy, Bunny, Zoann, Val, Cash, Outlaw, and Meggie, along with all the kids, waiting for her.
Although she wished Bailey and Mort could attend, at least their absence was due to a happy event. Unlike Stretch, who was in ICU, still fighting to survive.
Kendall pushed those sad thoughts aside, determined to focus on everything that had gone right.
Johnnie guided her to a seat at Val’s and Zoann’s table, before heading to the bar, Rory still in one arm. Outlaw, Val, and Cash wasted no time in following him.
“’Law!” Little Man screamed, abandoning Ryan to catch up to his father. Outlaw paused, allowing the child to reach him and lift his arms.
Without hesitation, he picked up his son.
“How you feeling, sugar?” Roxy asked, drawing Kendall’s attention away from Johnnie and the others. She kissed her granddaughter’s forehead and made a face at her, before returning a pacifier to her mouth.
“My breasts hurt,” Kendall complained.
“Try cabbage leaves,” Roxy suggested.
Lifting a brow, Kendall snorted.
“Don’t believe me? Look it up. Continue to suffer. Your damn choice.”
“I’ll look it up,” Kendall muttered. Seeing Zoann’s amusement, Kendall smiled, too. “Sorry, I’m just cranky.”
“You’re a new mom, sugar,” Roxy countered.
“Rory’s beautiful,” Zoann said with sincerity, not bothering to leave the room as she nursed her younger son.
Kendall wrinkled her nose. “He’s bald.”
“Devon is, too,” Zoann soothed, indicating the child with a nod of her chin and a tender smile at him. “Ryan was born with a full head of hair, though. Just like Harley and CJ.”
“I can’t believe my son is finally here,” she whispered, drawing in a shuddering breath.
Zoann smiled, her eyes growing misty. “He is. Welcome to the world of Moms,” she said as she stood and headed to Val.
Kendall turned her attention to Meggie, who sat at the table next to them with Bunny.
Bunny got to her feet. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m going to start lunch.”
“Umkay,” Meggie responded with a smile.
The moment Bunny walked off, Kendall cleared her throat, remembering their last confrontation. “Thanks for helping with my ceremony at the hospital.”
Meggie nodded. “Anytime,” she said quietly. “I’m glad you and Johnnie made your way back to one another.”
“Th-thank you for inviting me to Mort and Bailey’s vows. I don’t know if I would’ve gotten the courage to come back.”
“You would’ve, Kendall,” Meggie responded. “Love conquers all.”
They stared at each other and Kendall shifted awkwardly.
“I know what happened in Hawaii.”
Perhaps, a few weeks ago, Kendall wouldn’t have recognized the hurt in Meggie’s voice. Worse, if she had, she wouldn’t have cared. Now, she both heard and cared.
Shame burned into her, and she blinked to clear away gathering tears. Delivering her son hadn’t stopped the waterworks.
“Meggie, I’m so very sorry.”
“I’m so angry with you,” Meggie said with her own tears. “I’d never disrespect you in such a manner and make a play for Johnnie
under any circumstances
.”
“I was in a very bad spot.”
Meggie swiped at her tears.
“I love Johnnie,” she went on. She didn’t want to have this cloud between them, but right now, with Rory’s recent birth, Kendall wasn’t up to this conversation. “I love him so much.”
“Whether you believed it or not, I considered you my friend. Friends don’t hurt each other. I defended you over and over again to Christopher.”
“And, Johnnie,” Kendall added sadly.
Meggie scowled.
“Can we start over, Meggie? Redo it all and wipe the slate clean. I started off being a mean, spiteful bitch to you.”
Meggie’s chin wobbled but Rory’s wail snapped Kendall away from the conversation. She got to her feet, and headed to the bar.
Johnnie turned to her and offered their son to her. Her heart melted at the sight of the little red face, screwed up in tears. A tiny cap covered his head and his little fists shook.
A bout of nerves seized Kendall, but she grabbed Rory and cradled him in her arms, cooing softly to him. “I think he’s hungry.”
In the hospital, the nurses had prepared his formula and brought it to Kendall, along with Rory during his feeding time. She frowned. “Do we have formula?”
“Yes, gorgeous.” Johnnie led her to their room, where a cradle and changing table had been added. After guiding her to the bed, he went to the changing table and found a bottle, along with a can of formula, then began searching for a can opener.
“You have to sterilize the bottle.”
“You mean boil it?”
She nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed, engaging her entire body in rocking her son. She wanted to cry at his distress, especially knowing it would take a few minutes to prepare his formula.
“Lay back, sweetheart. I’ll take him and get him fed.”
“No. Can you get his formula? I’ll comfort him.”
Johnnie’s eyes smoldered with a depth of emotion Kendall had never seen. “I love you.” He clasped her face between his hands. “Kendall, my gorgeous, beautiful, brave lady. My wife. I think I loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you.” He stared at Rory. “I’ll always love you. Even if you hadn’t given me my son. That you have and are already such a wonderful mother only makes me love you more.”
“Oh my God, Johnnie!” Who knew he’d had such sentiment locked inside of him. “I love you, too. So very much.”
A moment later, he left her and Rory alone. Not knowing what else to do, she laid her hand gently on his back and urged his head onto her shoulder, then began to sing the words to her favorite song. She was so emotional, that when he began to quiet, tears slid down her cheeks.
Despite how much she adored Johnnie, Kendall had never known a love like she felt towards her baby boy. She’d always mourn her sister’s and mother’s loss. But she no longer wondered why Marie had never loved her as a mother should. That had been her mom’s responsibility, not Kendall’s.
Each horrible moment she’d gone through had brought her to this one. To begin her life anew as a wife and a mother with a motley crew of friends, who really accepted her just as she was. Even Outlaw to a point, although it was for Meggie.
As to her,
Meggie
, Kendall felt
free
somehow. All those months, that she’d disparaged Meggie, and she’d resented the differences in their relationships with their men. But, now, Kendall had Johnnie and his love. She had their son.
She finally belonged, and she couldn’t have been happier.
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” she called.
Meggie walked into the room and Kendall tensed, unable to read the girl’s face.
Stopping next to Kendall, she held out her hand and cleared her throat. “Hi,” she said softly. “I’m Megan Caldwell.”
Kendall’s released a sobby laugh. “Hi, Megan Caldwell. I’m Kendall Donovan.”
Meggie smiled, her eyes bright. “Welcome home, Mrs. Donovan.”
The End
Chapter 3
Misappropriate – Johnnie
Wondering who the hell Cee Cee was and what he wanted, Johnnie walked into the room he used at the clubhouse whenever he slept on the premises. While the others spoke to some of the other brothers, he’d intended to make some calls and try to get a bead on the asshole who’d shaken Megs up enough that she wanted to call the police. Instead, he had company. The whore who’d sent Christopher over the edge. Johnnie had expected her to have found another brother to fuck. Instead, he found her, knees drawn up, and fast asleep.
He withdrew a cigarette from his cut and lit it, his gaze never leaving the nude woman on the bed. Releasing the smoke, he thought about leaving her alone. He didn’t want her. First, he and Megan had shared a heated kiss, then he’d finger-fucked her while she jerked him off. In between those two encounters, he’d spent enough time with her to discover the person she really was. And he wanted every inch of her. But she didn’t want him, not that way at least.
So be it.
After finishing his cigarette, he walked to his stereo system and slipped in an old Creed cd. The whore stirred and sat up. Hard nipples tipped peach-colored, quarter-sized aureoles and she stretched, thrusting her breasts out further. She blinked when she saw him standing in the room. Her shock and panic didn’t escape him. Who the fuck was she? She’d been ready to seduce Christopher, but now, looked like a deer in the crosshairs of a hunter’s gun.
“H-hi.”
A husky voice to go with a lush body. The prospect of fucking her grew more appealing by the second.
“Hello.”
She combed her fingers through her hair, arranged the entire length over one shoulder, covering a breast.
He folded his arms and crossed one ankle over the other, leaning against the desk holding the stereo system. He didn’t have much in the room because he rarely spent nights there. A bed. A chest of drawers. A desk. That was about it.
As she continued to stare at him, Johnnie walked around, checking beneath the lamp on the desk for a hidden microphone or camera. He pulled out the drawers in the chest, eyed the inside, before rubbing his fingertips against every inch of the wood. He repeated the process at his desk and the headboard of his bed.
She studied him, confusion drawing her copper-colored brows together. She chewed on her full, bottom lip.
With Arms Wide Open
began to play and Johnnie stilled, listening to the passionate words about the desire to show his son everything. Christopher had played this song for Megs at the wedding celebration they’d had after their civil service, even though he hadn’t known she was having a boy. The thought was still the same had she had a little girl. Johnnie’s nostrils flared.
“Are you all right?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who the fuck sent you?”
Her brown eyes widened. “Whoever sent the other girls,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m not sure. Just say I’m a freelancer and one of the other girls couldn’t make it, so my friend called me. Asked me if I wanted to take the chick’s place. And here I am.”
Useless to ask for names, since they weren’t regulars but hired whores.
“So no one paid you to fuck Outlaw?”
She frowned. “Why would someone send me to do that?”
“To fuck with his relationship with his wife.”
“Seems silly. She’s not here, is she? How would that interfere with their marriage?”
Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn’t know that all someone had to do was tell Megs Christopher had fucked another woman and their marriage would be interfered with.
“Besides,” the whore continued, “she’s a biker’s wife. I’m sure she understands infidelity and betrayal.” She spat the last word. “I was on his lap. I felt his erection. He wanted to fuck me and would have if there hadn’t been all these people here.”
“If you think that, then you’re a goddamn fool. He couldn’t help but get a dickstand with the way you were grinding your pussy against him. But, if he wanted you, he would’ve fucked you and not cared who was here.”
She lowered her lashes and laid back on the bed, opening her legs. Her bare pussy lips and glistening clit winked at him. He could lose himself in this woman, forget the torment of Megs for a long as it took him to fuck. No names would be exchanged. No more talk. Nothing, but the sound of the music filling the room and the memories of Megs’s cries in his head.
Undressing in silence, he watched as she rubbed her pussy. He took a condom out of his desk drawer and gloved his cock in it before climbing on top of her and settling between her legs.
Surprise entered her eyes. “We aren’t going to kiss?”
No. He hadn’t kissed one woman since he’d tasted Megs’s mouth. Instead of answering the beauty beneath him, he thumbed her clit and she groaned. He bent his head and licked her nipple, rewarded when her pussy heated a little more. He inserted two fingers inside her juiciness and he sucked in a breath. She arched against him and moaned, rocking against his hand. He bit her nipple, increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, the in-and-out speed of his fingers. A keening wail began to escape her but she bit down on her lip, catching the sound in her throat that his kiss could’ve captured.
Holding her hips in place, he sank into her and she expanded around him, her velvety softness just the haven he needed. Her lips brushed against his chest and a shiver went through him. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, clutching him tighter to her body, and lifting her hips to take him deeper.
“Just one kiss,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her voice sent him over the edge and he shuddered and groaned, filling the condom and going still. He was breathing hard and heavy, but it surprised him at how sated he felt. More sated then he’d felt in months.
He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling, at a loss for words. He covered his eyes with his forearm, hoping she got the message and leave him now that they’d fucked. But, no, of course things wouldn’t be so simple. He felt the condom being pulled off his cock a moment before she wrapped her mouth around his dick, allowing the head to hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, took him deeper, and Johnnie grunted, lifting on his elbows to see her lips stretched around half his dick, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard. He fisted her hair and wrapped it around his hand, pulling on her head, hoping the slight pain he caused encouraged her to suck him harder and faster. He pumped his hips to her deep slurps and his head lulled back.
“Ah! Fuck!” He tightened his grip on her hair and held her head in place, thrusting into her wet mouth as cum jetted from him. He kept his dick in her mouth, her head in place, until his breathing slowed. Only then did he pull away and release her hair.
“Now will you kiss me?”
Hands behind his head, he popped an eye open. “You want a kiss, baby?”
She nodded.
“Come here.”
She crawled next to him, her heavy breasts hanging, hovering near Johnnie’s mouth. He sat further up and sucked a tight nipple into his mouth while guiding her onto her back. She moaned and he raised his head.
“If you want a kiss, gorgeous, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget.”
Her breath caught. He knew she expected him to roam up instead of heading south. There were kisses and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kind with romance in the air and oh-so-gentle seduction involving two mouths, two sets of lips, two tongues. Others were hot, wicked kisses containing one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick pussy lips.
He ran his tongue along the creamy seam of her folds, pushing her legs wide open. He circled her bare outer lips before opening them and licking his way around the inner folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. He speared his tongue into her pussy and she screamed.
“My God,” she groaned. “Who taught you to eat pussy like this?”
He didn’t answer her, instead enjoying his cunt feast. Removing his tongue from her hot body, he pushed the hood of her clit back, exposing the most sensitive part of her and gave her what she asked for, a kiss. He pressed kiss after kiss against her before lapping. She thrashed against him, tugging at his hair, her legs trembling through her orgasm.
Oh, he wasn’t halfway finished eating her pussy. She wanted a kiss, then a kiss she’d get. Her juices clung to his lips, his chin, and his nose. She’d come all over the place. Showing her just a slight bit of mercy, he blew on her clit, lubricating his fingers with her wetness and spreading her ass cheeks. He inserted a finger in each part of her and began swiping his tongue over her clit, massaging the thing membrane separating her pussy and ass, keeping her in place by pressing his other hand against her belly.
Her screams and sobs gratified him and when she came again, he removed his finger but not his mouth, sucking her pussy until she begged him to stop and he pulled away. He sat up to get another condom. He took her fast and hard, her feet resting on his shoulders, the sound of his movements in her soaked pussy spurring him to harder drives into her. Burying his head against her shoulder, he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, flowers and sex and sweat. He bit her ear, fingered her clit until she reached her orgasm, and then emptied into the condom.
He remained inside of her for a few minutes, before withdrawing and getting to his feet to discard the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she had sat up and looked so sad. He got his cigarettes and offered her one but she declined with a shake of her head.
“I-I need to leave.”
Johnnie nodded.
“I…my clothes are in my car and my jacket is somewhere out in the main room.”
He sucked on his cigarette, thinking about what would happen to her if she went back out there with no clothes on, looking as thoroughly used as she had been. He doubted Christopher remained in the main room. He’d only wanted to gather some information and then get back to Megs and he didn’t have any idea what Val, Mortician, and Digger might be up to by now.
Silent, Johnnie grabbed his jeans and slipped them up. He yanked open a desk drawer and stopped short as a photo of Megs greeted him.
Johnnie swallowed, grabbed his gun, and slammed the drawer shut. He turned, the .38 still gripped in his hand. The woman let out a frightened cry. With a sigh, Johnnie shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
“I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”
After finding her a shirt and a pair of his shorts, he led her out of the room. Just as he suspected, the festivities had elevated to an orgy with brothers fucking the hired whores wherever and however while the Bobs sucked dick. Walking through the crowd, two naked girls approached him, ignoring the prostitute he was leading away.
“Not tonight,” he said with a wink, pausing when one of the brothers approached the woman he’d just fucked. “She’s with me, Bowlie.”
“Th-thank you,” she said when they left the noise of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. Worry for her safety made him frown. It was cold and foggy. Though he’d probably never see her again, he’d just spent hours having sex with her. For now, in this freezing night, he felt a sense of responsibility for her.
He followed her to her car, impressed by her late model Mazda Miata MX-5. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked. Whatever other part of his soul he’d lost, he still protected women, thought they were the most amazing creatures on the face of the earth. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.” Especially because he wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed right then.
She stared up at him, the spotlights glaring around them burning through the low fog and outlining her perfect features. “Kissing?”
He scowled, then sighed, wondering why it was so important to her that they kissed. The wind howled and she hugged her arms about herself. “No. I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”
Her lips parted and the cold air chafed her skin red. Still, he knew his words had affected her.
“Not even to keep me out of this weather? Keep me here and safe?”
Johnnie lifted a brow, amusement dancing through him. “It’s your life, gorgeous. If you want to gamble with it by attempting to manipulate me into giving you your way, that’s your business.”
She lifted her chin, her lips thinning.
“I want you safe,” he reiterated.
Vulnerability and genuine shock shone in her brown eyes, as if the idea of anyone concerning themselves with her safety was shocking. And, maybe, it was. For all her refined beauty, she was a whore. High-classed, but a whore all the same. Yet, he’d never hold her past against her—or any woman. Not when he had so many sins of his own staining his soul.
On impulse, Johnnie pulled her into his arms and hugged her, kissing her temple. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. She was making her choice and he’d abide by it. “I had a wonderful time with you.”