Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  “You got it, Prez.”

  “Alright then.” Slim walks over to the bar, pulls Foxie down from the top, and leads her upstairs. Their boys are with one of the potentials. Fuck, I’m glad I have never been on babysitting duty. Them little hellcats are hard to handle. I pity the bitchass who is stuck with them for the night.

  Helping Red off the bar, I have my own plans for her tonight. Fucking Slim, and thinking for one second that I’d let him and Foxie play with Red. They better not fucking touch her when I go on the next run. I have enough shit to worry about with Hook wanting her blood without them fucking with her too.

  Red nibbles on my earlobe and whispers to me how fucking wet she is. Part of me wants to punish her for her little performance a minute ago, but the other part of me, and by other part I mean my dick, is hornier than a dog in heat. I want to bend her over my bike and pump her full of me in front of the whole damn club. Show them all who she belongs to. Spank her ass until it marred with my handprint and pull her damn hair as I fuck her into full submission. However, I’ll settle for getting away from here and taking her for a ride.

  “Let’s go for a ride. There’s something I want to show you.”

  “What, the monster in your pants?” Fuck, I love her sassy mouth and every time she smarts off to me, I want to make her put that mouth to use and suck my dick.

  “Maybe later. I want to take you somewhere. I want you to know what I am capable of.” I want to show Red just how bad I really am, she needs to know what she just signed on for. My brand is on her arm but that doesn’t mean she knows me.

  I am going to take her to my mother’s grave. When I said I was a bad man and that I hurt people, I wasn’t bullshitting. I killed my own mother. She turned on the club and she turned on me. I was just a boy when it all went down but I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The first blood I ever spilled was hers. She tried to sell me for drugs to a rival MC. When I realized what she was trying to do to me and with me, I freaked out. Hit her in the back of the head with a tire iron. Beat her damn brains out. Skull cleaned it up for me and took me under his wing. I didn’t love my mother any more than she loved me, but that doesn’t make the shit right. I am a motherfucking monster. Don’t deserve Red, but I feel the darkness I carry with me in her. I know she carries it to from killing Benji. We are more alike than either of us probably want to admit.

  Maybe that is what pulled us together. Two killers just wanting someone to connect with, someone to call their own.

  We start for the front door to leave when I feel a fist connect with the back of my head. Thwack. Thump. Kick. “Fuck. What was that for?” Another blow strikes me in the shin, bringing me down on my knees. Romeo punches my ribs. I am being attacked from all sides. The last thing I see before the world goes black is one of the potentials walking away with Red. I want to go after them and break his damn hands for touching her but I’m not physically capable. I’ve been knocked out cold.

  Coming to I am stretched out on the pool table being examined by the club doctor. Guess I received my beat down. Fuck me. Did they have to do it before I got laid? My body aches and my muscles are stiff. Shit hurts when I breathe. Romeo cracked my Goddamn rib. Flexing my fingers, I’d like to choke the motherfucker, but I can’t. This is my punishment for breaking club rules. Slim extends a hand to help me off the hard ass table. Red is waiting with a jar of moonshine for me. The doctor hands me a bottle of pain meds to cope with the injuries I’ve received. Normally the club wouldn’t allow him to medicate me, but I am going to have to be able to ride out soon. My run is in three days. Stupid motherfuckers could have waited until I come back. Good thing Red was able to fuck my brains out at least once before I leave. I’m not going to be worth a fucking nickel these last few days I have with her.

  “How long was I out?” I ask as Red and Slim help me to my room at the trailer. I feel like a busted can of biscuits as I maneuver up the few porch steps.

  “About four hours, you were knocked out cold,” Red, answers not meeting my eyes. She probably thinks I am a big pussy for getting my ass handed to me, but I wasn’t allowed to fight back. I wince as I ease onto the couch.

  “Better rest up.” Slim winks and hands my pills to my woman.

  The rest of my week is spent laid up on the couch with Red tending to my every need. Had to put my run off for a few more days thanks to my brothers beating the shit out of me.

  Day One

  “You need to eat something.” Red fusses over me as I chug a beer.

  “What I need is for you to stop giving me lip unless it’s to suck my dick,” I bark at her and she rolls her eyes.

  “Whatever. We both know you’re going to get sick from drinking and taking those pills on an empty stomach.”

  “Hmmph.” I lean back with the remote control in my hand doing my best not to move too much until those painkillers kick in.

  “Let me see your eye.” Her fingers press around the bandage.

  “Fuck. Stop that. I don’t need you to mother me Goddamnit.”

  “Stop squirming. I need to make sure it isn’t getting infected. Who knows if that quack of a doctor cleaned it out good.”

  I smile at her. “You worried about me?”

  “Yes, you hard headed fool.” I lean up and kiss her, hurting my ribs but I don’t care. The taste of her lips is damn worth the pain. She tries to pull away but I’m not having it.

  “C’mere, Red.” I smolder my eyes at her like a lovesick fool, but it works, and she gives in.

  Day Three

  “You really like watching this shit?” I stare at the screen watching the soap opera play out. My bitch of a mother loved this stuff. It was all she did during the day was get high and watch TV.

  Red shrugs a shoulder. “It’s fun to watch. They all have these fabulous lives, lots of money, but crazy problems. Puts shit into perspective for me. At least I don’t have some crazy twin sister trying to poison me while she fucks my old man behind my back.”

  I snort. “The world couldn’t handle two of you.”

  “Oh yea?” Her brow raises.

  “Damn straight. Wouldn’t be fair to all the other women in the world for there to be two of ye with your beauty and smart mouth.”

  Her plump lips stretch into a smile. “You flatter me, but it isn’t necessary. I’m a sure thing, Jack.” The way she says my name has every drop of blood in my bones shooting to my dick.

  “Not right now you aren’t,” I grumble.

  “We both know your ribs can’t handle it. You need to heal.”

  “Heal my ass. You just love torturing me. Walking around with your ass hanging out of those shorts.”

  “You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you? You’ve caught me. Yes, I’m trying to tease you to death.” She leans over and kisses my cheek.

  Day Five

  “Do you really have to go?” Red is looking at me with a sadness in her eyes that rattles me. That look cuts me to the damn bone. I am so used to seeing that fire in her eyes. These past few days with her have been good, but the time for playing house is over, and I have to get back to pulling my weight with the club. My woman has my clothes packed for me, my boots cleaned up. A man could get use to this treatment. But I know better. Nothing good ever lasts. Not for me.

  “Yeah, baby, I have to. If you need anything, you just tell one of the brothers and they will get it for you. Unless you need fucked, you better call me if you want fucked.”

  “Just remember one thing while you are on the road, this...” she takes my hand and rubs it over her pussy. “This is the only pussy you can touch.”

  “Fuck, you are killing me, Red. I don’t have time to do all of the things I want with your body. I’m already running late.” She is tearing me up inside, I have never had such a hard time walking away from a woman. Or from anyone for that matter. I don’t do attachments.

  It wouldn't be so bad, but I don’t know how long I am going to be on the road. Slim has me going to one of our affiliated
clubs to talk business after I am done with my run. They want to set up a distribution warehouse for the moonshine business. This deal could be huge for us. Normally Slim would handle a deal this big, but with all the shit that just went down with Hook he needs to stay at the Roadhouse in case that dirty bastard starts some shit. Skull will be riding by my side and Romeo is driving the truck with one of the potentials riding shotgun. Fucking Romeo could go to Chicago, but he is too big of a pussy to face LL—Luscious Laura. They were an item few years ago, but he didn’t claim her, so she moved to Chicago with the Prez of the Disciples, runs their club whorehouse. But hell, I am the only brother Slim trusts to handle our business.

  “Well then I better be quick.” Red pushes me down on the bed. Bitch is like a pro. She unzips my jeans and goes straight to work on my cock. With one hand cupping my balls her other hand is holding my shaft. She strokes me tenderly, teasing my length with her tongue, like a damn snake ready to strike, she hisses at me.

  As good as her mouth is, I want that pussy more. “Need to feel you, baby.” Grabbing her under her arms I pull her up on the bed with me. My ribs pull, causing me to wince.

  “Don’t hurt yourself. Are you sure you can ride?”

  My hands find her ass and give it a rough squeeze. Her dress rides up over hips as she grinds on my dick, not even in her and I’m about to blow. Pushing her panties to the side, I want her so bad. “Hell yeah, darlin’. Ride this cock.” Her sweet pussy grinds down on my dick. I push the spaghetti straps of her dress down and suck on her nipples. She slows down enjoying the attention. Fuck me she feels too damn good. It’s been days since I’ve been inside her and my cock missed the fuck out of her cunt. I’m not one for being sentimental but I damn sure am gonna miss her while I’m gone. I’ve gotten used to having her around. Her hips rock back and forth, and I lose it. Don’t think I have ever cum so fast. “Sorry baby, I know that wasn’t what you were after.”

  Her expression softens and that fire is back in her eyes. “I got to fuck my man, before he leaves, that’s all that matters to me.”

  “Going to miss your sweet ass while I’m gone,” I confess.

  And fuck did I miss her. I barely had a taste and had to leave her. I wish I had been able to take her with me. I wish I could have stayed there and stopped time enjoying her being mine.

  Romeo has the truck loaded and ready to roll, if we leave now, we can get to Indiana state line by nightfall. I don’t want to travel the freeway after dark, and I hate traveling so quickly after this shit with the Rejects. Never know if Hook has scouts on the lookout for us. Never thought I would feel weird not having a bitch seat on my bike, seeing it gone makes me feel empty inside. There’s a hole in my heart and her name is Gypsy Red.

  Chapter 8

  Checking in at Luscious Laura’s I am worn ragged from the ride, but fuck, it felt good to be on the open road. Only thing missing was Red on my backseat riding bitch with her arms wrapped around me...

  Little did I know what that trip would cost me.

  “Grim, long time no see. Is it true, you’re a claimed man?” Laura hugs me and presses her red painted lips to my cheek. Her long blonde hair hangs down her ass just as I remember. She’s pretty as ever and if Romeo could see how good she looks he’d be kicking his own ass for letting her go.

  Raising my sleeve, I show her my fresh ink.

  Her eyes go wide as she pulls back to get a full view. “Well, I’ll be damned. Never thought I would see you settled. The girls will be disappointed.”

  “Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart, but I am a one-woman man now. What’s the word with the Disciples?” I get straight to business. The sooner I get out of this whorehouse and back to my woman the happier I’ll be.

  “Nothing good, the club has seen better days. Hope you being here means things are about to change.” It’s been a few years since I have been here but looks as though shit hasn’t changed. Slim isn’t going to be happy if the Disciples don’t have their shit together. I am going to be really unhappy if I have to stay here to sort this shit out.

  I grab a seat at the bar and accept a beer. The girl serving winks at me, but I’m not interested. I meant what I said when I made my promise to Red. I will try for her to be worthy of her sweetness.

  Three beers and a joint later the man I have been waiting for finally breezes through the door. Fucker is plastered and doesn’t even greet me when he sits next to me at the bar. I look over at the cocksucker and he has pill residue coating the insides of his nostrils. Fucking perfect.

  Ain’t this some shit.

  The jukebox comes on and the lights go down. The girls lose their clothes and a damn orgy breaks out all around me. The temptation to say fuck it and join in is present but I fight against it. Instead, I roll another joint and smoke it with LL. We laugh about old times and I tell her about Red and her daughter. I don’t know why I’m in the sharing mood. Maybe it’s the reefer or loneliness but either way I miss that redheaded witch already.

  It takes a damn day and a half for their Prez to sober up enough to sit down for a meeting with me. The club is in debt and their books are a fucking mess. My advice to Slim is to cut our losses but he’s not having it and orders me to keep my boot up this club’s ass until they get their shit straight.

  All I want to do is get on my bike and ride out, but I can’t. I have to see this shit through. Things here are in a damn bad way. I don’t know if any amount of house cleaning will make a difference. They are bleeding out money and I don’t see us investing a warehouse here being a smart move with Hook on our backs. We don’t have the capital to waste on these sorry fucks. But being I don’t get a say in anything I fucking settle in and settle for phone calls to Red to get me through.

  At first shit between us is okay. We talk most nights when I’m not busy and she never fails to make me cum with that mouth of hers telling me all the things she is doing to that pussy while talking to me. But after a while I miss the real thing more than I can fucking bear.

  Three months into this long-distance shit and I break. Things with Red and me have been tense as hell to say the least. Not being able to see her or touch her has been so fucking hard. I tried to stay faithful, but I’m a man with needs. I fucked up, late one night my loneliness and my dick got the best of me. Can’t even say who the woman was who was in my bed. She had tits and a tight ass. At the time that was all that mattered.

  When I told Red about it, she told me not to come home. I knew she’d be hurt but I had to tell her, even if it crushed her, she deserved that much from me. I’m nervous to see her again but I’m going home soon. Slim says the tension with Hook hasn’t eased even though we have been able to make our payment every month. Romeo’s last run was jacked. Prez said there wasn’t any proof that the Devils Rejects were behind it, but says he thinks they are trying to make us miss a payment so that they have a reason to strike us down and pick a fight.

  It’s been months since I arrived in Chicago. Shit has been rough, but I think I finally have this club back on its feet. I cannot fucking wait to get back to the Roadhouse and sleep in my own bed. My shit is stowed in my saddlebags and I am headed home.

  I hit the open road and feel like a great weight has been lifted. I’ve not been right since I left Red and my heart behind in Drag Creek. All I need is to kiss that sweet mouth, see that fire in her eyes that burns for me, and get lost in her pussy for days.

  Crossing the Kentucky state line never felt so damn good. I’ve never been happier to return home.

  Pulling up to the back entrance of the compound, I am trying to sneak in and see my woman before my homecoming is celebrated. Fucking need to touch her and see that freckled face smiling at me. She might be angry with me, but I bet she sure as hell has missed me. Walking into my place, it is so quiet. It is still early yet. Red must still be in bed. I drove through the night so I could be the first thing she sees today.

  Stopping in the bathroom first to take a shower, I don’t want to crawl into bed with her wi
th the stink of the ride on me. Feeling completely exhausted from the trip, I rest my head against the wall of the shower to keep from falling over. My exhaustion is short lived as I start picturing Red curled up in my bed wearing one of my shirts. My cock springs to life as images of her waking up and ready to please me flash through my mind. Taking my rigid length in my grip, the water is running over me, I jerk myself to thoughts of her so hard it hurts.

  Stepping out of the shower with an erection hard as fucking steel, I wrap a towel around my waist and track water down the hallway. I open the door to my room to find the bed empty. “Red,” I whisper hoarsely, feeling completely lost and confused.

  Stomping to the closet I slide the doors open and there is nothing of hers on the side I gave her for her shit.

  “Red!” I yell out for her making my way back through the trailer checking every room. I stop back in the bathroom and check under the sink. There’s no girly shit down there. In the kitchen the fridge is empty and there isn’t anything in my cabinets but my dishes.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 9

  I storm toward the clubhouse looking for answers. Is top when I see Foxie in the garden. If anyone knows where my woman is it’ll be her. Nothing happens around here without her nose being in it. She makes everything her business.

  “What the fuck you mean, she moved out! Where is she?” Rage is coursing through every cell in my body. All I wanted was to see her face and taste those lips. For her to be the one to welcome me home, but like my mother used to tell me you can wish in one hand and shit in the other to see which fills up faster. I know I deserve this but damn it hurts.

  “She got an apartment near the bowling alley. Slim tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen. Said it was for the best.” Foxie continues to pick tomatoes like she didn’t just give me the news that fucking tilts my whole world off its axis.