“Who did this?” he growled.
“Switch.” I gulped. “He liked to inflict pain as he… came.” I had scars covering my body from the top of my breasts the top of my belly button. Front and back.
“How many are there?”
“Twenty two. Twelve on the front, ten on the back but only one was serious. Their doc had to come and give me anti biotics and stitches.”
“Where?” I pointed to just below my panty line.
“He stabbed me here.” I pointed to the spot. “He left the knife there until he finished and then yanked it out. I screamed and the blood poured out of me. That’s why I don’t shave completely, I like to keep the scar hidden.” Drake dropped to his knees in front of me and started undoing my jeans, I didn’t stop him. Once he had them open he pushed them down over my hips until I was standing in front of him completely naked. His finger sought out the scar and once he found it he placed a kiss on top of it. He did this to every one of my scars, starting at my tummy and moving up to my breasts and then around to my back. He didn’t hate them, he didn’t think they were ugly.
“You are gorgeous and I can’t wait until every person in this world knows that you are mine. Only mine.” He was standing in front of me and my hands hurried to rid him of his clothes. I needed him inside of me.
“Dray, make love to me.” He placed his hands on my hips and lowered me back onto the makeshift bed on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and as he kissed me he pushed gently inside of me. I loved nothing more than being filled by Drake. He held himself up by his forearms that were resting on either side of my head and he constantly showered me with affection, kissing my lips, cheek, neck and shoulder. I could feel my approaching orgasm, I held hold of Drake’s face in my hands and kissed his lips as my release overtook my body. His movements slowed as he emptied inside of me. He pulled back slightly giving me his panty dropping smile.
“I love you too,” I admitted.
Drake
We had been at the Cheshire Crusaders for nearly a month, we had never made plans to stay that long. Every day I would hear the Prez in my head telling me to keep moving but there was never any trouble here and it had me wondering if it was due to the fact that this was a religious MC. It seemed to me that it was the safest place to be. Ashlyn and I soon got used to the prayers before we ate, but it never stopped us from making love every night. My heart beat stronger when she was around and when I went to help the club on business I felt myself longing for her, missing her. I was never separated longer than a couple of hours from her.
“Prospect!” someone shouted as he banged on our bedroom door. Ashlyn yelped as she made sure her body was covered in the duvet. I jumped out of bed, stepped into my jeans, leaving them undone and pulled open the door slightly. As an unmarried couple we were not supposed to share a bed or our bodies and it made me feel bad that I was disrespecting the club by doing this but there was no way I could keep myself from her. We had grown a lot closer over the last month, she had told me that she had a mum, dad and younger brother and that she hadn’t been back in contact with them as she felt like she didn’t fit into their lives anymore and the one fear she had was to bring harm to them. I shared with her that I had been an only child, my dad had left before I was born and I always felt like my mum never really wanted me. She never gave me hugs or kisses, never told me that she loved me and once I was eighteen she had enough of me and threw me out, with no money and no place to go. For the first three years I had managed to survive by sofa surfing amongst my friends and I couldn’t get a job. That’s when I turned to stealing and soon found myself living on the streets. I left Dorset and managed to hitchhike my way to Cornwall, I spent a lot of my time crashing at women’s houses that I had picked up in a bar, I had done this for a couple of years.
When I turned twenty-three I got caught stealing a car and ended up in prison, serving a three year sentence. I had met Solar in there, he was released two months before me and when I walked out of that large building he was outside waiting for me with a leather prospect jacket. He had explained all about his club, about how they were like a family, how they supported and trusted each other and he was taking a big risk on bringing me into their club. It was great to be a part of it, especially after growing up and not feeling a part of anything, never feeling like I had a family or anyone that cared about me. Once I had laid my whole story out for Ashlyn she burst into tears telling me that we had to stop seeing each other, that if we were caught and I was made to leave the club then she would have ruined everything for me. She also said she would feel like she was destroying my family. Of course I told her to stop being so silly and that she was my family. I had often caught her staring off into space and I always wondered if she was thinking of her family. I made a promise to myself that once Switch and the Satan’s were taken care of that I would re-unite them and hoped that there would still be room in her life for me.
“Church.” Leech said as I peered out of the doorway.
“Be right there.” I closed the door after he walked off and searched the room until I found my t-shirt and cut. “I won’t be long, darlin’.” I kissed her quickly on the lips and moved away before she could deepen it, knowing that if she tried then I wouldn’t have been able to resist her, especially knowing that she was under that duvet naked and most probably wet. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and left her in our room as I headed towards church.
I didn’t bother knocking, I just waltzed on in and took a seat. This club was relatively small with only eight members.
“Right, let’s get right down to it,” the Prez started. “Prayer time is in one hour. Drake, your Prez called today and he said it’s time to move on.” I nodded my head at him, I knew this was coming as we couldn’t stay here forever. “So we’re having a party here tonight to send you off with. We’ve enjoyed yours and Ashlyn’s company. Don’t be afraid to come back and visit.”
“Thanks, Prez.”
“Leech, there has been some talk of break ins at the local shops in town, let’s set up some surveillance and see if we can help the owners out, as usual the police are doing fuck all about it. Pallet, your Mrs has been hanging around the gates of the compound again, sort that shit out.”
“Ex Mrs, Prez,” he added.
“She obviously wants something, get it sorted.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “That’s it, have fun tonight.” Prez slammed down the gavel and we all climbed to our feet and filed out of the room.
“Do we really have to leave?” Ashlyn asked as she ran her hands through her blonde, wavy hair. I was leant against the communal bathroom door watching her as she got ready for the party. She was wearing a white summer dress that hit her knees, strappy sandals and a white short cardigan that covered up her scars on the top of her back. Those ones weren’t very noticeable, you wouldn’t see them unless you knew about them.
“Yes, Prez’s orders.” She looked down at her hands. “What is it?” I stalked into the room until I was pressed against her back and looking at her through the bathroom mirror.
“We’ve been safe here, no drama and no danger. I just feel like that’s going to change once we leave.” Her eyes connected with mine and I saw unshed tears forming.
“I’m not going to lie to you, it might. But we’ve out stayed our welcome.” She took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile.
“Ok, let’s go and enjoy this party.”
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her neck and her head dropped back onto my shoulder. A throat cleared behind us and I glanced over my shoulder to see Pallet standing there.
“I need a piss,” he informed us. I wrapped my hand around Ashlyn’s waist and led her out of the bathroom.
“It’s all yours.” I slapped him on the shoulder and we made our way to the clubhouse bar. I was surprised to see how busy it was, there were scantily dressed women serving drinks to the men at their tables, dancers on the stage surrounded a pole and a lot more men than just the club brothers.<
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“Who are all of these people?” Ashlyn asked as she stepped closer to me.
“No idea, they never mentioned more people coming in. I never thought they would have these types of parties.” I placed my hand on her back and steered her towards the bar. She sat on a stool next to Wes, one of the clubs prospects and I stood by her side. “What do you want to drink, darlin’?” I asked her.
“Vodka and lemonade please.” She smiled at the young barmaid.
“I’ll have a beer. Thanks,” I added. “Wes, who are all of these people?”
“The women are from the local strip club. The Prez hires them out when we have a party and he invites some of the guys from the local businesses in town. All harmless.” Ashlyn sighed in relief, I didn’t know why she was worried because she knew I’d always protect her. “I hear you’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Yeah, time to move on.” I grabbed the bottle of beer and tipped it up to my mouth.
“That’s a shame, it was nice having eye candy around here.” I choked on my mouthful of beer and swallowed it before I showered it over him and Ashlyn.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I squared my shoulders and only relaxed once Ashlyn’s hand landed on my chest.
“Dray,” she said in a warning tone.
“No, he will not speak about you that way,” I gritted out.
“Come and dance with me.” She slid off the stool and pressed her body up close to mine whilst trailing her hands up my chest until they were clasped around my neck.
“You better stay away from us,” I warned Wes before I led Ashlyn to the dancefloor.
Mason
“Mason!” Cammie called out my name as she tried to shake me awake. I groaned and tried to open my eyes. She had been waking me up constantly every night for the last month around two in the morning as she had a craving for peanut butter on toast.
“Yeah, I’m getting up to get you peanut butter.” I yawned, throwing the duvet back and swinging my legs out of the bed.
“No, Mase. Aaahhh.” My head spun around so quickly at the sound of her crying that I’m surprised it didn’t snap off.
“What the fuck? What’s going on?” Cammie was sitting up in bed with her hands spread over her large bump and tears were rolling down her face. I flew up the bed towards her and wiped her tears away. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s time,” she whispered, lowering her eyes to her lap. I followed her line of vision to see a large wet patch on the bed.
“What the fuck is that?” I panicked.
“My water broke. Your son is on the way.”
“Shit, I gotta wake everyone up.” I jumped off the bed, grabbed my jeans and shoved my legs into them, doing them up as I flew out of the room before banging on the next three doors shouting that Cammie was in labour. By the time I got back to our room Cammie was out of bed, dressed and texting on her phone.
“Who the hell are you texting?” I asked as I grabbed her hand and started leading her from the bedroom.
“Heather and Ashlyn.”
“Ashlyn’s phone was destroyed. Drake broke it when he found out she was getting messages. I’ll contact Drake once we get to the hospital, although she won’t be able to come back, you do know that, right?” She nodded and sighed. She was close with both Heather and Ashlyn and under normal circumstances she would want them both there at the hospital with us. “Come on.” I tugged on her hand and we headed out of the room and towards the front door. We had already stashed her bag and the baby car seat in her car several weeks ago when she freaked out that we weren’t prepared. As we turned the corner we came face to face with Prez, Carla, Toes, Tat, Solar and Hitch.
“Honey, how are you doing?” Carla asked as she rushed towards us.
“I’m ok. I haven’t had any more contractions yet, but the midwife said I had to get to the hospital as soon as the contractions started so they could monitor me after what happened with Noah.” Carla squeezed her hand and nodded her head. When Cammie was younger she had given birth to a stillborn baby; Noah. She was terrified of the same thing happening again.
“Let’s go,” I said and motioned for everyone to get moving.
“Wait, where is everyone going?” Cammie asked.
“We’re taking you to the hospital,” I told her.
“All of you?” I nodded.
“No, we’re on lockdown. You can’t all come,” Cammie said.
“Prez and the prospects are staying here.”
“I don’t need five of you with me!” she exclaimed coming to a halt.
“Cam,” I said in a warning tone.
“No, the other women and kids need protecting too. If something happened to any of them while you were all with me, I’d never forgive myself. Please?” she pleaded to me. I looked over my shoulder at the Prez.
“It’s your call,” he said.
“Fine. Solar and Tat you’re with us.” They jerked their heads in acknowledgment and headed towards their bikes as I pulled Cammie towards her car. Once she was securely in, I ran around to the driver’s side, jumped in and sped out of the gates and to the hospital.
It was pure torture seeing Cammie in so much pain. We had now been at the hospital for over six hours and our son still hadn’t arrived. Heather and Blade had arrived at six in the morning, which was two hours ago and Cammie was exhausted. Heather and I both tried to convince her to have an epidural so that she could get some sleep but she refused one. I knew it was because she wanted to feel everything to make sure that he was still ok. She was hooked up to several machines, one of which was showing us our son’s heartbeat, as long as she could see that she was calmer; knowing that he was ok.
“Ok, time to check you over again, Cammie,” the doctor said as she waltzed in the room.
“I’ll wait outside,” Blade said and he swiftly left the room. Cammie had already asked Heather to stay with us.
“You’re at eight centimetres, not long to go now,” the doctor said as she unsnapped her latex gloves and threw them in the bin.
“Can she still have an epidural?”
“Yes…”
“I don’t want one!” Cammie shouted, cutting off the doctor’s sentence.
“Babe, you’re in so much pain,” I explained to her as I swiped her hair off her forehead.
“And you’re going to need all your energy to push him out,” Heather added.
“No, I don’t want it!” she snapped. A beeping sound filled the room and we all automatically looked at the machine that showed our son’s heartbeat.
“Cammie’s heart rate is speeding up, she needs to stay calm and relax as much as possible. If it carries on increasing I’ll have to ask you to leave,” the doctor said looking at me.
“I’m not fucking leaving her!” I roared.
“Mason!” Cammie scolded me.
“I’m sorry, I’m just worried about her,” I apologised to the doctor.
“I understand, but she has said she doesn’t want the epidural. If she changes her mind, she’ll let us know. Won’t you Cammie?” She nodded as another contraction hit, she screwed her face up and her fists grabbed hold of the sheet beneath her. I placed my hands on the side of her face and her eyes popped open.
“Don’t hold back the pain. Let me help you.” I offered my hand for her to hold and she gripped it.
“I’m sorry.” She cried out.
“Hey, what are you saying sorry for?”
“I know you don’t like seeing me in pain but I need to feel it, to know that he’s ok. I’m scared,” she whispered the last bit. I looked over my shoulder as Heather squeezed my shoulder as she passed; giving us a moment alone together.
“I know you’re scared but it’ll all be ok, I promise.”
“Did you call Ashlyn?”
“Yeah, she wanted to come back but I promised that you’d call her as soon as you could.”
“I hate that this is happening to her. I just want her to be safe, happy and in love…” Her words were cut off wh
en another contraction hit.
“They are definitely a lot closer together now.” She nodded in agreement as she tried to breathe through the pain. “It’ll all be worth it when we hold him in our arms.” I kissed her on the lips and she relaxed.
“Why isn’t he crying?” Cammie cried as she fell back onto the bed after pushing our son out. I was about to tell her I didn’t know why when he let out a wail. The relief on Cammie’s face was instant and she relaxed as the doctor cleaned her up.
“Here we go, dad,” the nurse said as she placed him in my arms, he was swaddled in a blue blanket and he was tiny. I quickly strode over to Cammie and placed him on her chest. The tears flowed down her face when her eyes landed on our son.
“He looks just like you,” she whispered. “He’s gorgeous.”
“There we go Cammie, you’re all cleaned up. Are you in pain?” the doctor asked. She shook her head, not taking her eyes off of our new born son. “I’ll leave you three alone. You did an excellent job, both of you.” She squeezed Cammie’s leg and patted me on the shoulder.
“I love you,” I told Cammie and as her head came up to look at me I claimed her lips. Little Harley let out a cry and I laughed. “He’s cock blocking me already.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous and go and get our friends. Your mum is probably dying to get in here.”
“Yeah and Emily.” I laughed. I kissed her once more and headed towards the door to tell our family that he was here safe and sound.
Ashlyn
We left the Cheshire Crusaders a couple of hours ago and we were currently walking around the town where the Lancashire Crusaders was. It took me nearly thirty minutes to convince Drake to have some time together outside of an MC. All I wanted to do was grab some lunch and look around a few shops. We hadn’t heard anything from Switch for weeks and although I didn’t want to get my hopes up that he had moved on from me, I just wanted to feel normal and in love for a little while. I screeched with Joy when Drake passed me his phone and staring from the screen was a picture of a gorgeous little boy, with a button nose and dark hair.
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