Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  The tattoo gun buzzing in my ears almost puts me to sleep. Another thing I appreciate about Inkman, he leaves me alone with my thoughts. He doesn't press me to talk or try to pry into my life. He does his job quietly and efficiently, only breaking for an occasional cigarette break. I guess that is what hurts the most about Rebel. I told him every dirty truth about me. Maybe I told him too much and he doesn't want someone who was tainted by rape. On the other hand, maybe I am just an idiot and all Rebel really wanted was to be my friend, and I got the wrong idea when he said that he loved me—that he needed me.

  I get lost inside of my head my thoughts and newfound hope, being swallowed by my self-doubt and the demons who taunt me. I crave to be free, yet I am too scared to take any real steps to get to where I want to be.

  Inkman gives me a towel to cover my breasts with before I stand so he can show me his artwork in the mirror. It is beautiful, he did the birdcage in black and grey, but he made the sparrow and her trail of feathers in color. I swear this man is amazing. The bird looks like she could come to life and take flight from my skin.

  I suppose you might be wondering what the meaning is behind my tattoo...the cage represents my life with Diablo, the feathers are the pieces of myself I have lost, and the bird represents the freedom I will gain once I truly spread my wings and allow myself to take flight.

  Chapter 5

  Rebel

  Heading out the back of the Roadhouse, my heart is hammering out of my chest. I don't know what got into me. How can I come in between two sisters the way I have? I would never let a woman do that to Striker and me. Fuck, I messed everything up. Baby is underage. If Grim finds out, he will kill me without a second thought.

  I knew the rules. You do not fuck a member's daughter, especially one who isn't of age. Baby is of the legal age of consent in the state of Kentucky, but I know Grim won't see it that way even if I didn't really fuck her. All it would take is for one person to say they seen me screwing around with Baby and Grim would put me in the ground. I walk over to the garage to talk to my brother. I hope he has a plan to help me out of this tangled web I have weaved.

  "Hey, hope you don't mind but I invited Rumor to double with me and Aspen this weekend, figured you'd like a chance at getting her alone outside of the club, while Grim is away. You know what they say while the reaper is away the hellions will play." Striker laughs as he wipes the lens of his glasses on the edge of his shirt.

  "Yeah, well I just blew that all to shit. Maybe you should ask Tread to take her instead." I clench my fists as the vision of her placing her lips to his plays through my mind.

  "What did you do?" My brother looks like he is entertained by my idiocy. I fill him on everything that happened with Baby, my meeting with Lucky leaving out the part where he mentioned Baby.

  "Damn, bro. She played your ass. You know how manipulative Baby is. But fuck, you might as well get ready to brand her wild ass, her old man will slice you up like a Christmas ham when he finds out. And let me guess somehow Rumor seen the two of you. Priceless." He punches me in the ribs and offers me a joint.

  "Brother, you are a genius."

  "Nah man, it's the weed or maybe the glasses."

  "Maybe I ought to get me a pair. Then maybe I'd stop being a dumbass." I take another toke off the joint and grab a jar of apple pie shine from the back refrigerator in the garage office.

  Rumor comes out of the back of the Roadhouse, and I wave when she looks our way. She gives me the finger and peels out in Sunshine's car. Guess I know where I stand with her.

  "Ain't nothing going to help your kind of stupid. You think with your dick too much."

  "Damn straight I do, he has gotten me into some tight, wet situations. What can I say? I have been hooked on pussy for years."

  "Shut the fuck up and bring back that joint."

  **

  Baby

  It has been weeks since I have seen Rebel. He has been avoiding me like the plague. That's alright I have plenty to keep me entertained. I am leaving school early so I can run to the tanning bed before I have to be at Romeo and LL's cabin to babysit this evening for their date night. I feel a little weird going back to their place, after what happened the last time I was there. Last time I watched the kids, he came home before LL and things got out of control. I was only planning on messing with him, I wasn't expecting things to lead to where they did.

  Foxie had told me before to watch myself around him, that he likes his women young. She can't believe that Grim lets me go over there alone. That was the problem with him and LL the first time around—a younger woman or so I have heard. I wouldn't have thought he'd cheat on LL but the way he was looking at me, I may have wanted to test out what Foxie said and find out if he really would go there with me.

  I know you are probably thinking fuck, what a bitch, but come on Romeo is hot for an older brother, and he didn't get the nickname Romeo for being a lousy lay. Anyways, I had been watching the kids and he came home from being on the road a day early, said he was planning on surprising LL, but she called and said something came up, and asked if I could stay with the kids for the night. Guess he hadn't told her he was home yet. He was down in the basement trying out a new flavor of shine, he called it orange cream. I was getting ready to call Trouble and have him drive me home, but Romeo hollered at me and asked if I wanted to try the new flavor of moonshine. He wanted me to tell him if I could taste the liquor. It didn't take much for me to get hammered. I was being stupid, and I wanted to know his opinion on something...

  "Romeo, you've had many women." He looks at me with a wicked smile. His beard shows a hint of grey but in a distinguished sexy way. He doesn't look like you'd expect for a dirty biker. Sure, he has tattoos all over, but they look as though they have always been a part of him. He is quite handsome and when he looks at you, he has this way of making you feel like you are the most special woman in the whole wide world when he talks to you.

  "Now, sweetness. I am not going to talk to you about the women I've been with." He winks at me and takes another sip from his mason jar, before passing it to me for another taste. Grim would flip his switch if he knew Romeo gave me my first taste of shine two years ago. He says I have wonderful taste buds. I don't care to hurt his feelings if I think a flavor of his sucks.

  "I’m curious. Do you think I'm pretty? Do you think I'm kissable?" I smile deviously, knowing good and well my turn in conversation has made him uncomfortable. But after the disaster with Rebel, I was beginning to wonder if it was something wrong with me. Maybe men didn't find me attractive, they didn't find me desirable.

  "What makes you ask that?" his cheeks are flushed. I don't know if it's from me or the moonshine. I'd like to think it is his reaction to me.

  "Well, I haven't really been kissed yet. And well I know you have had many women, so if you were a guy and we were out–would you kiss me? I mean I've kissed boys, but I want to kiss someone more experienced, someone who could tell me if I am a good kisser."

  "Baby, I'm not going to kiss you." But what he says and does are two different things. He licks his lips as he stares at my lips. I know he is thinking about it...hard.

  Chewing on my bottom lip, I look at him with a pout. I know I am being silly, but now I find it a challenge, I want to know if he is as good of a lover as I have been told. We are sitting elbow to elbow on the small sofa in the basement, the kids have been asleep for a good two hours by now, and we are on our second jar of shine. We sit like that in the dim lit room, quietly, tension building between us with every silent second that passes. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. I know he wants to know if my lips taste as sweet as he has imagined.

  Looking over at him with my head slightly angled, he turns his head towards me, and he does it, he kisses me. His liquor coated tongue thrusts inside my mouth. He kisses me deep and hard full of raw passion. He kisses me so tenderly my toes curl. I pull back and gaze into his eyes and he grabs my face again, kissing me with a bruising force.

  I
know I am playing with fire, but he makes me feel so damn beautiful. Like he cherishes me more than anyone ever could. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop. Neither of us can.

  He pulls me to his lap without breaking our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I grind my hips, rubbing myself over the bulge in his pants. He’s thick and so hard for me. My body takes over and all reason leaves me. I circle my hips and grind down on him.

  "Damn, girl. You sure make a man think things, he shouldn't," he whispers against my lips before kissing me again. I slide my hand in the waistband of his jeans and feel for myself that he really is as big as they say. I should be nervous, I should possibly be scared, but I feel safe...wanted...desired.

  “Romeo. Do you want me?”

  “Yeah, Baby. I want you.” He pulls my shirt over my head and dips his head down to kiss my chest. “You’re so beautiful. Prettiest thing I have ever seen.”

  Our mouths connect and I unzip his pants, crossing a line that can never be uncrossed.

  He stares deeply in my eyes then pulls my shorts off.

  “Sweetness, I don’t deserve what you’re giving to me, but fuck me all the way to hell because I’m going to take it.”

  I have led Rebel to believe that I almost lost my virginity to him, but what no one knows is that on that night, I lost my innocence to my father's best friend. Romeo was real sweet and gentle with me, he took real good care of me. But after, he told me it was a mistake and I promised I would never tell a soul it had happened. We both had a lot to lose if anyone found out. He left and slept somewhere else for the night. When he showed up the next morning to have breakfast with his wife and kids, he wouldn't even look at me. And I haven't thought about that night, until now. I have to forget about Romeo and what we did.

  A text pops up on my phone from an unknown number bringing me out of my head—memories of what could never be, and thoughts of what I should have never done.

  Unknown- You never called me.

  Baby- Who is this?

  Unknown- I'm wounded you could forget me so easily, maybe I'm not so Lucky after all.

  Baby- How did you get my number?

  Lucky- I can be quite resourceful when I see something I want.

  Baby- And what is that you want?

  Lucky- You.

  I don't know what to say to him. I am sure he only has plans of using me to get at the Black Rebel Riders' MC and my father. Guess he didn't get the memo that I don’t give up anything about my family, even to a bad boy charmer like him.

  I'm technically still not allowed to drive but Grim doesn't get back until tomorrow, so I am driving his truck. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. When I reach the truck, my phone has a call coming in from Lucky. I am hesitant to answer, but it's only a phone call.

  Baby- Hello.

  Lucky-You left me hanging. No witty come back from that smart mouth of yours?

  Baby- Look Lucky, I am sure you are a real charmer a true panty melter, but we are on opposite sides, so unless you have a death wish, lose my number.

  I end the call and send his next call to voicemail. I may be a hellcat, but even I know better than to go getting mixed up with this guy. Sliding into my seat and laying my books down on the passenger side, I find a dozen roses on the seat. Peeking at the card it is from Lucky. I am officially creeped out but intrigued as to why he is even bothering. Is he watching me right now? I nearly bang my head on the roof of the cab of the truck when there is a knock on the driver's side window. It is only Shannon, a girl from my English class.

  "Hey, you have a flat tire."

  "Thanks." I wave her off and get out to see how bad it is.

  Sure enough, there is a nail in the left rear tire. I'll never make it home on it. I get back in the truck to get my phone so I can call Trouble to come help me out. Guess I won't be going to the tanning bed today after all. Before I can hit call, Lucky appears to save the day.

  "Need a ride?" He winks at me playfully.

  "Nope. I got it covered, better scram, my boyfriend is on his way. And you better take these back. He won't appreciate you sending his woman flowers." I reach him the bouquet of roses.

  "Now don't go hurting my feelings or lying to me, Baby. It doesn't suit you. I know and you know that you don't have a man. You aren't old enough yet to be branded, but I can be patient given the chance. Just give me thirty minutes, and I give you my word I'll change your tire, and I won't bother you again."

  "Alright, thirty minutes. I have to be somewhere, and if I'm not on time they will know something is wrong." I tuck my phone in my bra for safekeeping. I don't trust this guy.

  "You hungry?" He asks as I climb on the back of his motorcycle. Thank God, he isn't wearing his cut. If someone seen me getting on the back of a Reject’s bike, I might as well be dead.

  "Starving," I reply wrapping my arms around his waist. I bury my head in the back of his shirt to keep from catching flies in my mouth. I don't usually ride without a brain bucket. Inhaling a deep breath, I smell his cologne. Lucky smells good, he smells woodsy like a real man's man. We come to a stop at the local dairy bar Grim used to bring me to as a kid.

  Pulling out my phone I set a timer. "Your time starts now, make it count." I smirk at him, knowing I am being a bit of a bitch.

  "You can't be serious?" Lucky looks at me and for a moment I get lost in the abyss of his blue eyes. He runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "You going to pause that clock while I order our food or you going to count that against me too?" He walks away shaking his head, leaving me alone at the picnic tables.

  And here comes Trouble, literally. Trouble pulls his car in a few spaces down, and I try to hide behind my hair. But who I am I kidding, I am the only girl in this town with flaming red hair. Right on cue Trouble comes over and takes up the seat next to me. "How's my favorite girl?" He smiles with a toothy grin.

  I hope Lucky takes one look at Trouble and keeps his distance until he is gone. Trouble doesn't have a patch on his cut yet, but you can still tell he rides under my father's protection. "Good, just grabbing a bite before heading to Romeo and LL's to watch the kids. Date night, ya know."

  "I can come with and help ya with those little rascals."

  "Maybe next time. Okay?" Rising from my seat, I give Trouble a peck on the cheek and pretend I am leaving. "But you can stop by and collect your payment." I wink.

  "Hey, how you gettin' there, thought I seen you take your daddy's truck this morning. It break down on ya?" Damn, why does everyone seem to know my business?

  "Caught a ride with a friend from school. I think she is in the bathroom." Before Trouble can stop me again, I head into the bathroom and try to wait him out. A few minutes later, I peek out of the bathroom door to see Lucky and Trouble standing toe to toe. What the fuck? Did they just fist bump as if they know each other? This is not beneficial for Trouble. Doesn't he know he is talking to a Reject? I watch as they talk, seems they know each other, well. I wait until Trouble leaves before exiting the bathroom. As I am walking back to Lucky, he sends a text to my phone.

  Lucky- It's safe, you can come out now.

  "So, how do you know Trouble?" I face Lucky, hands on my hips.

  Swiftly Lucky grabs my wrists and tugs me forward. "Nope, this is my time, remember? You gave me thirty minutes. When I set a time for you, you will get to ask the questions." He smiles wickedly at me. Cocky asshole. But a good-looking one at that.

  "Fine." I look at the timer on my phone. "You have ten minutes left." I give him a pointed look and shove a French fry in my mouth.

  "We got off to a bad start that night I first saw you. I was drunk. I'm sorry I was such a dick to you. I'd like to make it up to you and take you out sometime. If you'd be willing to give me a chance." He blushes, oh my, he just fucking blushed and it is so sexy.

  "I'm not sure that would be smart for either of us." I brush his hair from his eyes forcing him to look at me. "Why would you risk it? My father will kill you on sight."

  "Some things ar
e worth dying for...I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I want to get to know you." Now I am the one who is blushing. This Lucky character is laying it on thick, but I kind of like it. Sure guys hit on me, when they want to get in my pants, but Lucky is only asking for a date. I don't get a date with most guys. They just want to fuck Baby, daughter of the Grim reaper. They think screwing me will help them get patched. When they find out I'm not interested in doing one or the other they get lost real quick. And well to be honest there isn't many brave enough to try it.

  The timer on my phone sounds interrupting the kiss we were about to share. "Guess you better get me back and change my tire. I have someone waiting for me."

  "Should I be jealous?" Lucky cocks his brow at me and winks.

  "Extremely, I have a hot date tonight. We are going to watch a movie and play a hardcore came of Uno. It's going to be a wild time."

  He places our wrappers in the trash while I wait by his bike for him. I stare at him as he walks towards me. If we had met under different circumstances, maybe things could have been different. Lucky is the kind of guy I would go after, if he weren't a Reject.

  **

  "You never gave me an answer about our date." Lucky wipes the grease from his hands on an old t-shirt I found behind the seat of the truck.

  "I'll think about it." I give him a small peck on the cheek and jump in the cab of the truck before he has time to try to change my mind.

  "Don't think too hard." He smiles broadly, as I drive away.

  Rebel

  I'm out at the garage when I see Baby pull in driving her daddy's truck. I know I need to talk to her, but I know the things I need to say are going to crush her. I never meant to hurt Baby. But if I am being honest with myself, Rumor is a challenge, which is what draws me to her. I love them both in different ways. I know Baby would be loyal to me, but like Striker has said, she is young and not ready to be any man's old lady. Then there is Rumor, she excites me, she makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her in my room for a week until she submits to being mine.