Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  I took the jeans, shirt, and belt that Maddison handed me as I answered her stepmother, “an eight and a half.” Maddison shoved me in the direction of the bathroom while Romy and Momma Bear dove under the bed in search of shoes. I decided to trust the women completely. I quickly tore off my sleep shorts and tank stopping long enough to yell at the girls in the other room about needing my bra off the bed.

  “You don’t wear a bra with a corset, silly. I loosened it up enough for you to get it on. When your dressed one of us will tighten it up for you. Now hurry your pretty ass up,” Maddison yelled back.

  A corset? I’ve never worn a damn corset before. The thought alone had me feeling sexy. I just hope I had what it took to pull it off. I was fighting with the snaps on the corset when I heard another set of steps coming down the steps of the basement. They were stopped prematurely heading the warning that Momma Bear threw out. “Take one more step and I’ll bust your ass. Give her a few more minutes and she’ll be up. You’ve made that beautiful girl wait four years for a ride I’m sure you can wait a few more minutes.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Tank answered the older woman before taking the steps back up to the top floor.

  I didn’t realize I had stopped to listen until Maddison tapped on the door. “Mom bought you another ten minutes or so. You better hurry up in there though. By the look in his eyes, I don’t think Momma Bears warning will last much longer than that, chickie.”

  “I’ll be right out. Just getting the belt on now,” I responded. I was in such a hurry I didn’t waste a minute checking myself out in the mirror. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open with my head down as usual. When I stepped into the room the silence began to freak me out. I thought everyone had left me down here by myself. When I looked up I found three faces staring at me in shock. I started to backpedal towards the bathroom. I must look hideous in this getup. Who was I kidding thinking I would be able to pull off the same look these women have perfected. I took one step back, then another. I felt butt bump into the door before the first low whistle sounded. Then the clapping followed soon after that. I was confused until I looked at Momma Bears now smiling face and listened to what she said. “Girl that boy’s tongue is going to hit the floor when he lays eyes on you. I’m so fucking jealous right now. You wear that damn thing better than I do and it’s my go-to top when I’m trying to convince Boomer to get me something I want.”

  “Oh my lord, chick. You are so rocking the biker chick Barbie right now. We are so doing some internet shopping when you get back here tonight. Your beautiful in anything you wear but I think it’s time we add a few things to your arsenal, babe,” Romy added.

  “What they said, girl. Now get your sexy ass over here and get these hooker boots on to finish it off. I’ll help you get the boots on while Romy tightens the string for your corset. You don’t want the girls falling out until you're ready for them to,” Madison said while giving me a sly wink.

  I could feel myself blushing but I followed orders. I slipped into the four-inch heeled knee-high boots while Romy secured me in the fitted top. Instead of the emotional anxiety, I was facing a mere twenty minutes ago I was now dealing with the overwhelming sense of belonging. These women have yet again come to my rescue making me feel like I was one of them. One of these days I might actually believe it.

  Tank

  I watched as Bree walked out of the room before I made a mad dash to the den. My duffle housing most of my clothes were stashed in the corner of the room. I slowed my steps as I got to the doorway. I didn’t want to seem too eager and attract too much attention to myself. I had less than thirty minutes to get myself dressed and find one of the oldheads before collecting my woman for some long overdue privacy. Luckily for me, the den was empty. I could hear voices out on the back deck of the house from most of my brothers. I had just finished tying up my boots when my father walked in the room.

  “Bout time to take your woman out I see,” Viking addressed me.

  “Yeah, hopefully, she’ll be ready by the time I get the bike fired up. You here to give me more grief old man,” I asked jokingly.

  “Nah, not right this minute. Just here to give you a heads up is all. Momma Bear was outside with us when her phone rang. Not sure what was said but her and Maddison took off like a bat out of hell upstairs. Boomer and I came in to see what was wrong to find them tearing through the closet upstairs. From what I understand your girl is getting a quick makeover.”

  “Ah fuck. They better be quick with that shit. I don’t care what that girl has on as long as I get her to myself for a few hours. I gotta get some shit straight with that woman. I didn’t realize how much of a mind fuck I’ve given her trying to keep her at arms reach. Don’t think this shits going to be as easy as I hoped.” As soon as I said it I knew I shouldn’t have. My father would never let me live this down if I couldn’t convince Bree to take my patch.

  “Well you’ll only have yourself to blame for that shit, now won’t ya boy. Better get to it. You’ve still gotta be back here for church tonight fucker. Boomer’s convinced Axle to call it at six tonight. Thinking he’s wanting to get this shit air out before everyone gets too deep in the whiskey.”

  “I’ll be here. Not going far cuz I don’t want to take the risk with her on the back of my sled with no backup. Gonna stick to this hill so won't be too far if those ignorant fucks try anything.” I stood to leave with my father following me out to the kitchen. Bree still had a few minutes before her time was up so I figured I’d head out to get the bike fired up and have a smoke before dragging her ass outside. As I walked up to my bike I noticed Queenie was sitting under the big tree by the garage in a chair reading something

  I didn’t want to interrupt so I nodded a quick hello before moving in to start the bike. Queenie spoke up before I had the chance. “There’s something we need to discuss if you have a minute.”

  “Don’t have many but I can always carve out a few for one of my favorite girls,” I responded turning on my charm. Next, to her son, I had no shame in admitting I was Queenie’s favorite guys.

  “Good to know, Tank. I just want to let you know that I know. I know what that beautiful girl of yours is to this club. I’ve known since the first time I laid eyes on her.” I knew exactly what she was referring to but I sure as hell was going to admit it. I started thinking about how the hell she was able to pick up on it when no one else had. Did she overhear someone or did one of the old heads decided to break the news to her to lighten the blow to Wall?

  “Come again? What exactly is it that you think you know and what does it have to do with my girl?”

  “Don’t play coy with me. You forget I was around when her bitch of a mother was floating around this club. She was a real piece of work. At first, I was skeptical that Bree was sent here to cause trouble and end up trying to break this club apart just like her mother was. It didn’t take me long to see that Bree was nothing like her. I can see, however, her father’s traits in her. She might not have the in your face attitude her brother inherited or even the confidence that her sister did but he’s in her plain as day. It’s things like this that make me wish my Rowdy was still around. As much as it hurts to know how Bree came to be it hurts even more that she’ll never know the patience and love he had for his kids. Rowdy would never have won the perfect husband award but he definitely deserved the dad award,” Queenie answered as a lone tear fell from her haunted eyes.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond without concluding her thoughts. If I said the wrong thing and shit kicks off sooner rather than later I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to convince Bree to be mine. For all, I know the news of her father would send her running again. I wasn’t having any parts of that happening. So I answered Queenie that only way I knew how, avoidance. “Queenie, you know I can’t and I won’t comment on this. The only thing I can promise you is that if it's something the club should look into I’ll make sure it happens.”

  “You do that. I just wanted you to know that I know. I ha
ve no intentions of making a scene if and when the truth comes out. I plan just the opposite. I overheard some of the horrid details Bree confided in Avery last night by accident. Sad that the bitch she was cursed with as a mother is still a horrible person. I’ll gladly accept Bree as another daughter if it comes to that. I might just round the girls up to find Charlie’s bitch ass and serve a long overdue beat down. Not only for the havoc she caused so many years ago but also for the damage she has done to Breezy spirit and self-esteem. You're going to have your hands full trying to convince that girl that she belongs. She already thinks that once the dust clears around this place things will go back to the way things were before. She thinks she's just an acquaintance to the club not part of it. She really will need convincing that she's just as much of a club princess as Maddison or any of the other brats. You make sure you do whatever it takes to keep that girl rooted here. I don’t want to see anything happen to her. Rowdy’s gone so someone’s gonna have to step up and protect her. I have no problem doing just that.”

  “Before you start sprouting of shit you know will cause issues let me have the afternoon with her. I came out here to start my bike to get her away for a long overdue chat about her place in this club. That being my oldlady. First and foremost she will be mine to protect. If things go the way I want this afternoon she’ll have no doubt of that. Not trying to be an asshole but I need you gone from here by the time I come back out to leave with her. I don’t need her getting spooked before we even have time to leave.”

  “I was just on my way in for a nap anyway. You tell her I’ll take care of the horse dog of hers while you two try to enjoy the afternoon. I’ll leave you with one last word of advice though. Advice that might seriously save your life. Take the afternoon and convince her that she belongs with you but I wouldn’t make it official until you are completely sure she is the one for you, plus you have to talk to her brother. Her brother needs to know about her and then you need to ask his permission before you put a patch on her back. I got a feeling that finding out he has another sister might just push him over the edge. Wall is a protector. It’s in his DNA with no way of shutting it off. He won’t stand for you claiming her before he even knows about her any more than he'll stand for you running around on her. Club or not he will kick your ass if you try to pull shit behind her back. He’s not going to tolerate it.”

  “You finished? I need to get my bike started and get my girl out here for a long overdue ride. I’m running out of time and gotta be back here by a quarter to six for business,” I said sharper than what I wanted to.

  “I’m good. I spoke my piece. I’ll go ahead and head inside. You watch out for our girl while you have her out today. Take care of her, Tank. I’m trusting you to do just that,” Queenie finished before taking her book and moving towards the house.

  I was feeling like I was in the twilight zone on the merry go round that just wouldn’t stop. I needed to get Bree out of here and get this shit over with. Lord knows what would erupt during church tonight. This one was going to be one for the record books.

  With my thoughts all over the place, I opted to wait to start the bike. I had this overwhelming need to lay eyes on Bree. I had to see her to convince myself I had a chance at making her mine permanently before tonight's events would give her even more of a chance to run away from me. I rushed in the house slinging the back door wide open without even bothering to make sure it closed behind me. The steps leading down to the basement were just inside the kitchen. Without speaking to the faces that had now gathered in the kitchen while I had been outside with Queenie I opened the door to the basement and rushed down the stairs. Before I could even reach the bottom Momma Bear was laying the law down. She had no problem telling me to cart my ass back upstairs and wait for my girl to come up. So I did what any grown man would do, I carried my ass back upstairs to wait.

  I didn’t engage in any of the conversations going on around me. I sat on one of the stools at the island in the middle of the kitchen and watched the clock. I’d give her fifteen more minutes to get her ass up here and I was going back down those steps to throw her over my shoulder and cart her ass out like the cave man I know I could be.

  Twelve minutes; twelve very long minutes is how long it took before I heard the door to the basement open. I was off the stool in a flash only to wait for not only Momma Bear to walk out but Romy and Maddison too. The three women waited by the stairs for Breezy to step out. I was losing my mind waiting to see what the big deal was. I started to move around the counter knocking the stool over in the process when she stepped out onto the kitchen floor. It might sound cliché but she literally took my breath away. The girl standing before me was Bree but yet she wasn’t. Bree could get my dick standing to attention wearing one of her pair of worn out jeans and ratty Ramones tee shirt. With the get up she had on now though my cock was uncomfortably trying to stab through the zipper on my jeans. The curvy brunette was totally rocking the borrowed stiletto boots. My eyes started at her feet tracing the high heeled black leather boots up to the dark tight-fighting blue jeans all the way up to the black leather corset that showed off about an inch of her tanned stomach while pushing her perfect tits up showing too much cleavage for my liking. I stopped to take in her chest for a second before moving up to see the pink plump lips and smokey chocolate eyes. She had a scarf of some sort wrapped around her braided hair giving her the old school pin up girl look. The real kicker was when she turned long enough to give each of the women a hug giving me a peek at her new ink on her right shoulder. She was fucking hot! She was a biker’s wet dream. When our eyes locked I couldn’t help but grin. When she returned the smile some of my anxiety started to fade.

  I stood tall allowing my girl to give me the same once over that I had just given her before sticking my hand out for her to take. I caught her off guard when I pulled her in for a deep kiss. With my free hand around the base of her neck holding her lips to mine I kissed her like a man possessed. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, being we had one hell of an audience in the room with us that had no problem putting their two cents in. There were several whistles, a few laughs and even a few slick remarks about getting a room. I even found myself laughing as I pulled back from her.

  “I think we gave them something to talk about for a while. What do you say we get out of here so they can talk shit while we’re gone,” I asked trying to get her outside without the group hounding either of us.

  “Lead the way. I hope I look okay. I haven’t even gotten the chance to look at myself in the mirror.

  “Baby, you look hot as fuck. I’m ready to rip fucking heads off every man and woman in this room because I know they're staring at you. I’d tell you to feel something but I know it would only embarrass you in front of everyone. Just know he’s standing to attention to show his appreciation for whoever made that top. Now let's get the hell out of here. Been waiting too damn long to feel your legs wrapped around me while we take the bike for a spin.”

  I pulled back from Breezy taking her hand in mine to pull her out the door before someone else in the kitchen had a chance to stop us. I had one thing on the brain and that was to get my girl behind me on my bike. It was already quarter after two leaving just three and a half hours before I needed to back and ready for church. It was probably a good thing we were cut short on time though. I honestly wanted to talk and lay things out for her. I want to take my time with Bree. I want to show her how much she already means to me before I brand her as mine. That and I want to make sure when the time comes that I take whats mine and mine only, by God it will be soon, it will be just a good for her as it will be for me. When the time comes and the deed is done my girl will not have any doubts that she’s the one I want.

  I let go of her hand long enough to swing my leg over the seat of my bike and flip the rear pegs down for her to climb on easily. I pulled the bike upright bring the kick stand up in place and started the bike while she stood at my side waiting patiently. While the machine purred between my l
egs I chanced a look at my angel finding her looking more than a little unsure of herself. “You don’t have to be afraid, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you,” I said as I handed her my helmet. I made a mental note to let her pick her own out when we got back so I could get it ordered for her. Only certain towns in South Carolina have helmet laws but overall the state doesn’t require you wear them. That doesn’t mean I’m willing to take a chance with her though.

  I watched as Bree placed the helmet on her head like a natural. I was anticipating her being clumsy needing my help but my girl had it on and chin strap tighten like she had been doing it all her life. “You ready to ride, babe.”

  That got me the biggest grin I think she’s ever given me. Although I could tell she was nervous she seemed just as excited. She gave me a quick nod but didn’t say a word as she stared at the back of the bike. Surely she was contemplating how she was supposed to climb on without making a fool of herself so I decided to put her out of her misery. I reached my hand out as I gave her simple instructions. “Take my hand baby. It’ll help with the balance. You can either step on the peg and swing your leg over or if you think your legs are long enough you don’t have to use the peg. I’m right here.”

  She took a moment to think my words through before she jumped into action. Again, she amazed the hell out of me. Without using the peg she swung her left leg over the rear fender and landed easily with her ass on the seat before she lifted one heeled foot to lock in on the peg and then did the same with the other. When she was situated I turned enough to ask, “you ready to ride, baby?”