PREGNANT AT THE ALTAR: Immortal Souls MC

by Claire St. Rose

  He stood in the shower for a long time, steadily adding more hot water to the stream as it ran ever colder, until the shower control hit the stop for full on hot. Only then did he pick up the bar of soap and begin to scrub.

  Shivering, but feeling somewhat revitalized, he stepped out and dried. His head was still pounding, but feeling a bit more alive than dead, he dressed and checked the time. It was nearly ten and he knew most of the brothers were already at work at the clubhouse.

  “Fuck,” he said again as he picked up his keys, feeling guilty that he wasn’t there to help them. He trotted down the steps and swung a leg over the bike, putting on his helmet and thumbing the machine to life with a wince. “Fuck…”

  The ten minute ride to the clubhouse, and the four Advil, helped clear his head and he was beginning to feel human again as he dismounted.

  “Well look who finally showed up, the walking dead!” Scratch crowed as he walked in, making the other eight men laugh.

  “Ha, ha, fuck you, Scratch,” Royal said as he gave him the finger.

  “Rough night last night?” Doc teased.

  “Got fucked by a witch. It took a lot out of me.”

  “A witch?” Hot Rod asked. “Was it that chick at the diner?”

  “No, somebody else, and that’s what she said. She’s a member of The Coven.”

  “Never heard of them,” Doc replied.

  Royal shrugged. “She was a little older, but I showed her what the Kings do to witches.”

  The men laughed at Royal. It was well known he was able to pull more than his fair share of pussy. “Well, now that you’re here,” Hammer said handing him a pair of wire snips, “you can help me start pulling down this nasty ass drop ceiling.” He pointed to the corner where part of the ceiling was already down. “You missed the fun this morning when I found the nest of baby rats.”

  “Great,” Royal muttered, taking the snips and looking around for another step ladder.

  ***

  Saturday was always the bakery’s busiest day and she usually had help, but today Melissa had called in sick and Stella was trying to handle it alone. The bakery was open seven days a week, but she only baked Tuesday through Saturday. Saturday was her biggest baking day as she baked enough bread, cakes, cookies and pies to cover Sunday and Monday. It was also the day when most custom orders came in.

  “How you doing?” June asked.

  “I could really use some help,” Stella said, still piping frosting on the birthday cake that was to be picked up in an hour. “I’m spending so much time waiting on customers that I can’t get the baking done.”

  “I’m sorry, Stella,” he said. “We’re short two today, Melissa and Joshua, but when I can free up someone, I’ll send them over.”

  Stella nodded, never slowing in her task. The cake should have been done an hour ago and she was feeling the pressure to get it finished. “Can you cover for me while I at least finish this?”

  June smiled. “Sure. I guess I can’t expect you to do all the work.”

  She lost herself in her task, finishing the decorative border, then switched colors and tips to make a group of flowers in the corner. She consulted the card with the requested message, then carefully piped it onto the cake. Happy 80th Birthday, Rose. She added a bit of flourish by making the “O” in the name a rich red rose.

  “Do we have any baguettes?” June asked as she was putting the finishing touches on the cake.

  “In the oven,” she replied without looking up. “They should be ready any minute, but they need about thirty minutes to cool.”

  June relayed Stella’s message to the customer then watched as she carefully placed the cake in the carrying box. “I see what you mean. Let me see if I can shake someone loose to help you for a while.”

  “Thanks, June.” The oven began to call for her attention as Mrs. Wakowski approached the counter. The elderly woman stopped by every Saturday for her weekly supply of fresh bagels. “Will you give Mrs. Wakowski her bagels, please?” she asked as she handed June a bag of six.

  Stella only made bagels on Friday and Saturday because of the time required, but people in the know were always waiting in line snap them up. She never failed to run out each time she made them even though she made twelve dozen at a time, but she always made sure to put back six blueberries for Mrs. Wakowski.

  After she placed the baguettes on the cooling racks she decided she needed a bathroom break since there was nothing that required her immediate attention and June had sent over Wade to help. She gathered up the last four raisin cookies that hadn’t sold and took them with her to the breakroom, leaving them on the table for employee’s consumption.

  After washing her hands, she checked her phone, smiling at the text from Tony. Sorry I missed your call last night. Was busy. Tonight?

  Can’t tonight, she responded, not wanting to give up her time with Katrina. Sunday after work?

  She was putting her phone back in her purse when it buzzed in her hand with a message. See you then. She smiled and dropped the phone in her purse, shut her locker, and returned to the bakery, smiling as Wade helped a customer, two more standing in line.

  “Who’s next?” she asked as she walked up.

  ***

  Royal and his brothers looked around the now gutted clubhouse. Everything they could do, they’d done, and all that was left was cleaning up the mess they’d made. The contractor was scheduled to start early next week rebuilding the inside to make the empty shell into their home.

  “What do you think, brothers?” Doc asked. “Can we do something with it?”

  “If it comes out as nice as the drawings, it’ll be nicer than our clubhouse in Charleston,” Hot Rod said.

  “Smaller, though,” Scratch pointed out.

  “Who cares? There’s only the ten of us at the moment anyway. It’ll be a long time before we outgrow this place,” Doc pointed out.

  “All I know is, I’m ready to get this shit cleaned up and get a beer. Who’s with me?” Moose asked.

  The men began haul out the debris. “You okay?” Doc asked as he and Royal muscled a section of wall out.

  “Fine, why?”

  Doc grunted as they stood the wall section up at an angle and eased it through the door. “Last night. Picking up a random woman then waking up hung over. That seemed a little familiar to me. You?”

  Royal sighed. “Yeah, I guess it did.”

  “Is it coming back to Greenfield?”

  Royal didn’t answer until he muscled the wood and sheetrock into the dumpster. “Not so much that. Remember the diner?”

  “Yeah. That was her?”

  “Yeah.”

  Doc nodded. He knew Royal had beaten himself up over leaving Stella, but he thought he was past that. It sucked they’d been in town only a few days and he’d already run into her. “You okay? Did you know she would be there?”

  “Yeah, I’m okay, and no, I didn’t know she worked there. She used to work at On A Roll.”

  “You knew she might still be in Greenfield. If it was going to fuck you up, why’d you come back?”

  “I don’t know. Greenfield’s still my home. I thought I was over it. I guess not.”

  Doc put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You’re young. Give it time.”

  “Yeah. I know. Last night, after seeing her, it kind of reminded me of what I don’t have, you know? Not like you and Holly.”

  Doc nodded. “I know. But remember, I’m quite a bit older than you. I didn’t meet Holly until I was, let’s see, thirty-five. When I was twenty-five, I was still fucking whatever pussy I could find. You’ll find your Holly when the time’s right.” Doc gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I don’t know what you’re bitching about, though. You’re the only guy I know who can have a witch ride up beside him, end up fucking her twenty minutes later, and live to tell about it.”

  Royal laugh as they stepped out of the way so Jaunt could toss a load of ceiling tiles into the dumpster. “I suppose so.”

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sp; CHAPTER FIVE

  Stella hurried into Carolina Diner just minutes before six. Sunday morning was the toughest day of the week. She had to get Katrina up and to Grammy’s early enough to be back at the diner by six, when the breakfast rush began. She always made it, but sometimes, like this morning, it was close.

  She pulled the six to two shift on Sunday, catching both the breakfast and the after church lunch rush. In the thick of the two rushes it could get hectic, but the extra tips made up for it.

  Around ten she was taking a breather, enjoying the relative calm between the two big crunches, when Gabriel and his friends walked in. Susan sat them in her section because she was the only one with enough open tables close enough together to take all ten men. She made up her mind that Gabriel was just another customer and she would treat him as such.

  The men were boisterous, but friendly, ordering coffee by the carafe along with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes and potatoes. Tara helped bring the food out, but allowed her to pass it around.

  “Thank you,” Gabriel said as she slid his Famer’s Omelet in front of him.

  “You’re welcome,” she replied pleasantly, but continued with her task of passing out the food. Finished, she picked up the two trays and hurried away, returning a moment later to top off all the mugs.

  They took their time eating, laughing and kidding each other, lingering over their coffee. Finally, ninety minutes after they arrived and just before the big lunch crunch normally hit, they got up and left. She made sure she was busy at another table when they began to leave to avoid another ugly scene.

  As the last few men were paying, she began to gather her tips and clean the table. There were the usual three and four dollar tips, but where Gabriel was sitting, there was a crisp, new, fifty. She snatched the bill up and hurried out the door, certain the tip was a mistake. Nobody tips fifty bucks on a ten-dollar meal.

  She burst through the doors, but paused, not seeing any bikes. She heard the hogs bark to life behind the building and she hurried around the corner just in time to see them pulling away in a peloton of sound. She paused, trying to decide what to do, then returned to the diner, pocketing the fifty. She would hang on to it, and if she saw Gabriel again, return it.

  “Where’d you go?” Tara asked as she entered the diner again.

  “One of the guys left a fifty for a tip.”

  “So? That’s a good tip, but there were ten of them.”

  “No, you don’t understand. One guy left a fifty. Everyone else left a tip, too.”

  “Wow! Fifty bucks! I’ll wait them next time. Which one?”

  “Gabriel.”

  “That the guy you were talking to the other night?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I think he’s sweet on you.”

  Stella snorted. “Yeah, well, he can just get over it. It was probably a mistake.”

  Tara grinned then moved away to check on her tables. “Somehow, I don’t think so.”

  Stella paused at Tara’s comment. No, it was a mistake, no matter what. If he left it on purpose, he’ll find out he can’t buy his way out of what he did, the shit.

  “What’s good here, besides you?” Tony asked as Stella stepped up to his table.

  She grinned. “Aren’t you the flirt today?”

  “Sorry about Friday. I was out with the guys.”

  “Guys?”

  He grinned and held up his hands. “Swear to God. I was at a buddy’s house playing poker. I forgot and left the phone in the truck. It wasn’t until I was ready to leave that I even missed it. We spent a half hour turning his house upside down before I found it in the truck. Boy, did I catch some shit over that. By the time that fiasco was over, it was almost two and I knew you’d already be in bed.”

  “Likely story,” she teased.

  He grinned. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

  She burst into laughter. “Now I know you’re lying.”

  His smiled softened. “Well, you could be.”

  She felt her heart sink a little. She knew he wanted more than she could give him, but she’d been up front and honest with him all along. “I know. I’m just not ready.”

  He smiled and nodded. “I know. But when you’re ready…” He held his fingers up to his ear in the shape of a telephone and mouthed Call me.

  “I have ten more minutes. You want anything?”

  “Other than you?”

  She grinned. “You can have that later. I meant now.”

  “No. Just a water.”

  “One water, coming up.”

  ***

  Having taken care of herself Friday night, she wasn’t itching to go like she had been, but she’d called him and she knew once they got started she would be into it.

  “Ready,” she said stopping at his table.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “How about what I wanted to do Friday?”

  He smiled. “I like the sound of that. Dinner afterwards?”

  She smiled, knowing they weren’t going to dinner. “We’ll see. Let’s see how much appetite we work up first.”

  He followed her back to her place, since it was closer, and she called Connie while on the way.

  “Grammy! I’m going to be a bit later picking up Katrina. I should be there before dinner.”

  “Okay. You want to eat here? I have a roast in the fridge I need to cook.”

  Stella thought a moment, her mouthwatering at the thought of Grammy’s roast beef with potatoes and green peas with carrots. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

  “It’ll be ready about six.”

  “I’ll be there well before that.” She smiled, now having the perfect excuse to weasel out of dinner with Tony.

  As they tromped up to her apartment, she broke the news. “I called Gammy to let her know I was going to be late picking up Katrina. She invited me for dinner. Another time?”

  Tony smiled, but there was a sadness there. “Sure.”

  As she opened the door she felt a bit like a heel. She was using him, plain and simple, but he knew the arrangement and accepted it. She’d made it clear, several times, this was all she wanted from him, an occasional tumble to satisfy a need, and nothing more.

  There was no seduction. They both knew why they were there, and they wasted no time. He followed her to her bedroom where they undressed. He watched as she stripped out of her clothes and underwear. Stella was nothing other than stunning. Average in height, her mother’s Latino heritage was clear in her dark hair and eyes, and her sun-kissed skin. She wore her hair short, just above the shoulders, and cut to frame her face. She had the typically lush figure of many Latinos, but by far her best feature were her eyes. Large and a deep, rich, brown, her eyes spoke to him.

  She threw the covers into the floor with a flourish, then lay down on her side, one knee bent as she twisted her hips and propped on an elbow, her other arm draped casually across her hip. She smiled at him then curled her finger at him, calling him to her and making his cock tingle in anticipation.

  He joined her on the bed and she smiled as she pulled him down into a kiss. They kissed slowly, her passions swelling and taking her. When he slowly pulled away, she pushed him back onto the bed and began to kiss down his body, working her way ever lower, teasing him with anticipation as her lips danced and caressed. Finally, she reached his manhood, and began to cover it with butterfly kisses, cooing and purring as she licked and tickled with lips and tongue.

  She smiled to herself as he hissed, taking him into her mouth. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t huge either, and she could take all of him in if she focused. She knew he liked it, and she wanted to please him, so she did this for him. He pushed his hips up, forcing himself deeper into her mouth as he held her head firmly but gently.

  “Fuck, Stella,” he growled as she pulled back then plunged him deep into her mouth again.

  She smiled to herself, enjoying his pants, growls and hisses as she pleased him.

  “You’re going to make me
come,” he warned.

  She began to ease off, slowly letting him down. He was good for one shot a night, and she didn’t want to waste it. She pulled him out of her mouth one last time and moved up to kiss him slow and deep. She wanted to give him time to unwind. She’d discovered if she took him right to the edge, then let him cool, it took him longer to get wound up the next time, and when he did, he came much harder. It was a game they both enjoyed.