Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) (3 page)

Striker walks away wounded by my harshness. "I'm sorry Kelli; I didn't mean to be rude. If you'll go change I'll get you your check." She smiles weakly, probably wondering what in the hell is going on with Striker and me. I am in no mood to share my secrets with her.

After work, I take Colt over to my sister’s place for dinner. She has some crazy idea that we need to throw my father a birthday party. His birthday isn’t even for another five months, but that’s Rumor for ya always planning ten steps ahead.

“What do you think of this for his cake?” She lays a photo down on the dining table. It’s horrible, my dad would not want a fancy cake like this shit, looks more like it belongs at a bridal shower than a mean ass old biker’s party.

“Rumor,” I take a deep breath, I hate hurting her feelings. “This is Grim you are talking about, he needs an adult cake. Something that looks like a giant pair of tits or a vagina. A big booty. That’s the sort of thing he’d like. How about I handle the cake.” Her smile fades, I know she hates the rejection of her fancy shit, but my dad would hate that crap, it’s not him.

“No, you are right,” she tries to fake a smile.

Rumor found out last month that it would be nearly impossible for her and Rebel to conceive. Something about all the abuse from Squirrel messed her up pretty bad. That’s why I am going along with this idea for the party, she needs something to take her mind off the news the doctor gave her. Well other than her wedding coming up. Who would have ever thought I’d be happy to see Rebel marrying my sister. Guess lots of things change.

I glance over at Rebel bouncing Colt on his knee while he drinks his beer and watches some dumb cartoon, because it keeps Colt quiet. He is a great Uncle, I hate that he might not ever have a son of his own. Why did I have to fuck the wrong brother? No, I don’t really mean that. I wish I had a love like Rebel and Rumor share. They are like a couple that has been together fifty years.

Striker comes in without knocking. “What’s for dinner, I’m fucking starved.”

Damn it, I didn’t think he’d be here tonight. I am surprised he didn’t take Kelli home and fuck her after I left.  My sister gives me a look begging me to be nice. Fuck that. She doesn’t know how I feel.

I walk over to Rebel and grab Colt. I don’t bother with goodbyes.

2

Striker

Tonight is Rebel’s bachelor party. I am really happy for my brother. He and Rumor are going to finally make shit official. The two of them have been living in my parent’s place since we got back from Chicago.

Rumor kept putting the wedding off because of Baby, said she just didn’t feel right being so happy when her sister was grieving. Baby finally put her foot down and told her she couldn’t  keep using her as an excuse.

So now the big day is coming, Rumor will be my sister-in-law, just not in the way I was hoping. I thought that with enough time, Baby might find it in her heart to forgive me, but she grows more distant with each passing day.

Tread had better not disappoint with the entertainment, he has become a pussy lately. He met some chick—Liberty, when he was in Chicago, she looks like the girl next door, but Tread said she is far from sweet and innocent between the sheets. Anymore I find myself hanging out with the potentials. Everyone else seems to be getting married and having families. It’s hard to watch those around you getting everything you wish you could have.

Have you ever made a choice that changed everything? A decision that set off a chain of events that you could not control. Have you ever been torn between wishing to go back and change one night if it could repair all of the lives you ruined or being glad that it happened because it brought you, the most precious gift life had to offer?

As long as I can remember, I have sworn to protect her, to give her everything she ever needed. I waited so long for her to put her faith in me, to trust in me to cherish her and I failed her. Letting down the one person who mattered most to me broke me, letting her go about nearly killed me.
I know I fucked things up by not calling Baby. I don’t regret the night we shared, but the way I treated her afterwards…it’s inexcusable.

I kept trying to find the right thing to say, but the conversation wasn’t something to do by phone. I wasn’t ready to claim Baby, I was a pussy, and I let my feelings towards Grim get in the way. I was holding my resentment and my hate against Baby. At the time a part of me, a piece of myself I hate, liked hurting Grim by breaking Baby’s heart.

Stepping into the shower I try to wash away the man I once was as the memories of the night I shared with Baby haunt me—the way she moaned, when I kissed her sweet lips, the way she looked at me with trust, the way she gave herself to me mind, body and soul.

My cock grows hard, as I picture Baby tied to my headboard, submitting to me completely. My fantasy continues to play out as I stroke my firm length.
My tongue gets a taste of her delicate flesh, tracing her breasts with my fingers, I continue to tease, suck, and nibble.
Stroke
.
Pump
.

I need to feel her tight little body pulsing, writhing beneath me, and hear her scream out my name. Fuck, I want her—I need her.
She bites my lip, tugging on the metal ring that pierces my bottom lip.
I fall against the wall of the shower, pressing my back to the cool tile.
Pump
,
Stroke
, I explode, as I envision her wrapping her arms around me, digging her heels in my ass.

Tonight I am putting that behind me letting loose and escaping my reality with the help of my good friends THC and apple pie shine. Walking into the Roadhouse I feel better after releasing my tension. Rebel and Grim are having an intense conversation at the bar; I don’t want to interrupt them so I take a seat at a nearby table sitting with Inkman.

“Hey man, long time no see.” He bumps my fist and offers me some puff puff pass. Fuck, if I don’t need to have a good smoke. I lean back in my chair and signal Junior, the potential working the bar to bring me a jar of apple pie shine.

“Think I could swing by the shop one day, I have some shit I want you to add to that piece on my back.”

“Yeah, brother just holla, I’ll be around.”  I don’t know why I didn’t add his name to it before but I know Colt’s name is going to look great on my back, he’s my son and Baby can’t change the fact, no matter how much she wishes it weren’t true.

Baby

“No bitch, you are not calling or texting Rebel, in fact just give me your damn phone. We are going to have fun tonight.” I swipe Rumor’s phone from her. She is always up Rebel’s ass. “I am sure he is just drinking and fucking around with the guys, now have a shot and chill out.”

We are having Rumor a girl’s night; well technically, it is her bachelorette party. I wanted to go out and hire a male stripper, but my sister’s idea of a good time is curling up with a book, so go figure.

We are hanging out at Foxie’s. She is hosting. Sunshine is keeping all of the kids’ tonight, including LL and Romeo’s brat pack. She is a hermit. I swear she don’t leave the house unless it is something for the club. But she loves my dad and is loyal to our family. She has been a real good addition to our lives.

Rumor and Rebel aren’t getting married for another six weeks but this was the only night we could get everyone together. I eat a few crackers to get something on my stomach before I start drinking. If I don’t I will get sicker than hell. I don’t want to spend all day tomorrow with a hangover.

Liberty flops down in the chair next to mine in the kitchen. “Well this is fun,” she says in a sarcastic voice.  Liberty is Tread’s soon to be top bitch; she has that man pussy whooped. Never thought I’d see the day. I’m glad she is here, she can save me from having to talk to LL. Don’t get me wrong LL is a nice enough old lady, but every time I look at her, I know I betrayed her trust. She welcomed me into her home, and I fucked her husband. Classy right? I try to forget about my mistakes and move forward but they are always there lingering beneath the surface.

“Don’t worry I arranged for us some entertainment.” Foxie winks at Liberty and me. Thank God, I don’t know how much longer of this boring ass shit I can take. Free booze and weed isn’t enough to save this disaster.

“So Baby, who you seeing these days?” Liberty chirps in my ear. The drunker she gets, the louder and nosier she becomes.

We are well into the night. I was finally able to get Rumor to loosen up some. Took a few shots but she is still acting stiff. I know she would rather be home curled up on the couch with Rebel. Them two stay stuck up one another’s ass. I tried telling her it isn’t healthy to be so co-dependent like that but she says I will understand when I meet the right man. I met the right man and he got himself killed.
Jerk
.

We are sitting around like a bunch of old whores sharing sex stories. It started out as the never have I game, but now we are just giggling and sharing our first times.  Disturbingly Foxie tells us that my father was her first. I knew they fucked but to hear her talk about the details makes my ears bleed. But I suppose she has her payback when Rumor talks about her first time with Rebel.

I am high as hell and drunker than a skunk. Don’t ask it’s a Kentucky thing we say around these parts. My loose lips aren’t thinking as it gets to be my turn. “He was an older man,” I snort not thinking of LL being in the room. Real smart of me.

“Do tell,” my sister waves her hand in front of my face, about falling on the table she is so wasted.

“Oh, I have to hear this!” Liberty shouts piercing my ear.

“Okay,” I start… “He was real sweet with me, but he did this thing, where he would move his hips in this swirling motion, while we were doing it and I think his cock was slightly crooked and it would rub me just right and oh my the sensation was fantastic. You could tell he had been with a lot of women too, he just knew exactly what to do.” 

Not knowing to shut up I continue, not noticing the strange look LL is giving me. “He had this tattoo right above his penis.” I snort with laughter. I am saved from confirming LL’s worst fears when the doorbell rings.

“Finally the entertainment is here.” Foxie nudges me and whispers. “It’s not wise to talk about a man you’ve fucked in front of his old lady.”

I look over and see that LL is pouring herself a hefty glass of bourbon. I feel sick, talk about a buzz kill. How could I have been so thoughtless or careless? The damage is done I know she now knows I fucked Romeo.
Awkward
.

“Good evening ladies, I have had several reports of a loud disturbance coming from this residence. Mind if my partner and I come in and have a look?”

A buff, hotter than balls guy enters the house dressed like a cop, his partner not so much. I about piss my pants the dude is barely five feet tall, he looks a lot like mini me on that Austen Powers movie.

I am in stitches, snorting and giggling, so hard that I am crying. I wipe at the corners of my eyes, my makeup is running, burning my eyeballs. Am I the only one that finds this funny? I guess they are all too enamored by the hottie with a body to notice.

“You find something funny miss?” The little dude is in front of me, music is playing, he begins thrusting his hips towards me and unbuttoning his shirt. The guy is cut; you can tell he clearly works out but come on now. I just cannot…he continues his routine. I am dying, but I give him props for not quitting.

I’m drunk and decide what the hell. “Show me what you got.” I tease, throwing a wink in his direction. He pins me to the chair and shows me that great things can come in a small package. I’ll give him credit he has some moves.

My sister on the other hand looks terrified. She is sitting in a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room being straddled by the hottie.  He is bumping and grinding, rolling his crotch slowly right in front of her face. All the women are whooping and hollering.

Foxie yells, “girl if you don’t know what to do with it get up and let me show you.”

I laugh shaking my head. Tonight was just what I needed other than my big flub with LL. I am hoping she will get drunk enough to forget about it
.

3

Romeo

Christ, I always knew this day would come, but I was hoping it would come a lot later. I know it’s wrong but a part of me is glad to have it come out, for the truth to be known. LL just come staggering through the front door of our cabin, slurring and hurling accusations in my direction. “I knew…I always knew you fucked her, that little fucking cunt. Was it good, did you fuck her like you do me, huh, swirling your hips, giving it to her just right you sick, bastard.” She tries to draw her hand back to smack be but she stubs her toe on the end of the couch.

Cursing under her breath, she walks into the kitchen, knocking over a glass and shattering it on the floor. Thank fuck Sunshine has the kids, I don’t want them seeing their mother like this or hearing the fight we are about to have. Things have been on a bad turn for us for a while now, shit we wasn’t happy before Miracle was born. LL is always taking off and staying late at work.

She continues banging around in the kitchen, I am afraid she is going to hurt herself. ”Would you stop God damn it, let me see your toe. I’ll put some ice on the motherfucker.” I step around the broken glass and go to the freezer to get some ice.

“Don’t come near me you son of a bitch.” She looks at me with pure hate, wielding a butcher knife in her hand.

I throw the ice in the sink. Is she crazy? Bitch has done lost her ever-loving mind. She’s seriously threatening me with a knife. We have fought plenty of times, but it has never escalated to this level.

“Christ, put the knife down you crazy bitch. Yeah I fucked her, alright. Is that what you want to hear? I fucked her just like you started fucking clients again. What?” I ask looking at the shocked expression on her face. “Did you think I wouldn’t know that you were fucking around and skimming money on the side?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Her hand is trembling. Her long blonde hair is in her eyes, hiding her tears, but I know she is crying. “I want you to move out and I don’t want you around our kids. How old was she when you put your dick in her. You know what—I don’t even want to know. I could kill you. Just wait until I tell Grim what in the fuck you did. He will kill you for me.”

“Fuck LL, don’t threaten me. Don’t say shit you don’t really mean. You using again? Is that what’s going on with you? You promised me that once we had the kids you were sober, that you weren’t running up. Is that why you started fucking around on me, so you’d have money to get your fix?” I’ll kill the crazy bitch if she is running needles in her arms after how hard I worked to give her everything.

“You don’t know shit.” She lays the knife on the counter and I take a step towards her, we have our problems but I care a lot about my wife, she’s the mother of my kids.

I’ve had my suspicions about her using for a while now, but now I am certain, I can see it in her eyes, they are glossed over and red. And not from drinking, I’ve been around I know the difference. Just great. Motherfucking perfect. I don’t need this shit. I kick the counter beside of her.

“Don’t take another step, I’ll kill you.” She picks the knife back up from the counter and holds it out in front of her body wielding it like a sword. Bitch has completely lost it. I have never raised a hand to her and she is acting as if I am the devil.

“Quit acting like a psycho. I admitted what I did can you?” I turn and head back to the living room, going for her purse. If she’s using there will be shit in it.  She doesn’t follow me, unaware of what I am doing.