Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  She goes into her private bath and I follow her to clean up. "Was that okay for you?" she asks as she brushes her teeth.

  Wiping myself with a damp cloth, I tell her, "Look at me," and she stares back at me through the mirror. "Do you see this smile on my face, you put it there. You are perfect." I kiss her on the temple and give her a minute alone while I collect my pants from the floor.

  Baby

  **Drag Creek**

  I can't believe I am actually excited to see my sister. I have legit missed the bitch. I run out onto the porch after Aspen drops her off to greet her. Sunshine is following close behind me, and we are in a race to hug her first. "Hey, city slicker, I was beginning to think you forgot your way home," Sunshine teases sweeping her up in a hug. I grab Rumor's bag and steal her away to my room. We have some catching up to do.

  We flop down on my pink comforter and I ask her to tell me everything about Chicago. We both do good to avoid mentioning Striker. She tells me that her and Rebel have grown closer and I wiggle my brows at her, earning me a pinch on the arm.

  "So, I have news of my own in the man department, but you have to pinky promise to keep your lips zipped shut, I haven't told anyone yet." My sister is looking at me excitedly. The suspense is killing me so I just blurt it out. "I'm pregnant." Her face drops. That was not the reaction I was going for. "What's the matter, aren't you excited for me?"

  She takes my hands in hers. "Of course, you caught me off guard is all. Don't take this the wrong way, but who is the father?"

  "Trouble, we are going to sit down with Grim to discuss things this weekend, so I need you to stay close by to be a buffer. I have no idea how he will react to the news." She has a dumbfounded look on her face, and she is eyeing me curiously, as though she doesn't believe me.

  "Baby, I know about you and Striker, are you sure the baby belongs to Trouble?"

  "Cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye and hope to die if I am lying." I laugh at her, fucking Striker and his big mouth.

  "Well then, I am happy for you if you’re happy." She hugs me but it feels as though she is uneasy.

  We are in the kitchen helping Sunshine cook dinner, lord knows she still can't cook for shit, but tonight is important to me. Trouble is coming for dinner and we are going to talk to Grim tonight. I am sweating the life outta me I am so damn nervous. Rumor promised to stick around tonight if I promised to go over to Foxie's with her tomorrow for lunch, before she goes back with Aspen.

  Trouble knocks on the door and Grim lets him in. They go out on the back porch for a beer. I am in the dining room setting the table and I can overhear their conversation. Oh my word, Trouble just asked Grim if he could marry me. I thought we were going to talk to him together. Please don't let my old man kill him, I say a silent prayer.

  The opposite happens Grim tells him he was starting to wonder what was taking him so long. Huh? Did I hear him right? My father goes into some spiel about how he knows he warned him from me years ago, but as the years of passed on, he knew that Trouble was turning out to be a fine brother, and he couldn't be more proud to call anyone his son, after all Trouble went to protecting me from the Rejects. This must be the twilight zone, I was expecting, well shit, I don't know what I was expecting, but I thought for sure Grim would knock his ass out or something. But no, he is ready to just hand me over. I scurry back to the kitchen as they come in to take their seats at the table.

  Dinner goes off without a hitch and Sunshine is already planning our wedding now that Grim has announced that he has given Trouble his blessing to claim me. Grim sends Rumor over to the Roadhouse to tell them to get ready for a party. Trouble is giving me a goofy grin, and I can see that he really wants this. He even bought me a ring. He knows me so well the diamond is pink. Everything is going perfect, except for the fact that Rush is still out there somewhere, and he thinks he has a fatherly claim to me.

  **

  Everyone has come out for our last-minute engagement party. Foxie comes over to congratulate me though she tells me she is disappointed that I won't be her daughter-in-law, she always had hopes that I would marry one of her boys. I know the feeling—I always thought the same.

  Grim is the happiest I have seen him since he and Sunshine lost my brother. This is a good thing. This is the good that we all needed after the shit went down with the Rejects. All of the club’s brothers are here and they haul Trouble downstairs to choir, I suspect he just was given his patch.

  But I find I am mistaken when Trouble comes back freshly beaten. I rush over to him as Romeo helps him take a seat at a nearby table. "What the fuck happened to you?" What did you do to him?" I smack Romeo on the chest.

  "Easy, Baby. He knew the rules. He knew he would get a beating by claiming you. He'll be alright." Stupid club and their fucking rules. They could have killed him. I know they didn’t, but they could have, assholes.

  Rumor brings Trouble over a jar of moonshine and he winces as I try to give him a drink. "You’re so stupid, Trouble. Why didn't you tell me they would do this?" I am so mad at him. I wouldn't have asked him to agree to my plan if I had known he was going to get his ass beaten nearly to death.

  Grim walks over to us with a smile plastered on his face. "You did good, son. Took it just like a man. Just like I knew you would." He kisses me on the cheek and tries to get me to take a drink of apple pie shine to calm my nerves.

  "I can't drink!" I snap at him.

  "Can't or won't." His brow furrows and all I can think is oh shit, he is really going to kill Trouble now.

  "Christ," Romeo mutters before getting between Grim and Trouble.

  "You knocked her up first? You’re lucky we just beat your ass and you are still breathing."

  "Come on, brother. She isn't a kid any longer, she's old enough, and he followed all the rules but one. He’s going to marry her and treat her right. That's all that matters, grandpa." Romeo laughs as grandpa rolls off his tongue.

  "That shit isn't remotely funny." He smacks Romeo on the back, and they go off leaving me to tend to my man and his wounds.

  Chapter 17

  Summer has passed by in a flash. The leaves are starting to fall as I help Trouble paint the nursery walls in our trailer. Foxie is renting out her and Slim's old place to us. It feels surreal being here with Trouble when growing up all I ever wanted was to live here with Rebel forever. Funny how some things change while others remain the same.

  We are trying to get the room finished before he leaves this weekend for Chicago. He is driving up with Tread to make a run. If things go as planned Tread will be staying in Chicago to handle the runs there and Trouble will take over back here in Drag Creek. Tread wasn't too thrilled about going from what I hear. I guess because of the history he shares with my sister.

  We are waiting until the baby is born to find out the sex, I want it to be a surprise to us both. Trouble hasn't officially claimed me, though everyone knows I belong to him and him to me. We are waiting until after the baby is born. Inkman can't tattoo me while I am pregnant, anyhow. I am finding myself drawn to Trouble more with each passing day. He has been perfect even when I don't deserve it. When my hormones get the best of me, and I cry over the hurt I carry with me, because I will never be able to share the joy of this baby, with his or her real father—Striker.

  **

  Sunshine is coming over later today. She says she has information on my mother. When Sunshine was a teenager, she became pregnant and she gave her son up for adoption. She is still in contact with the woman who handled her case and was able to pull some strings to find out about my mother, and why she was put into foster care in the first place. I haven't told Rumor that Sunshine was digging into the past of Gypsy Red, I don't know how she would feel about it, and I may not tell her. It all just depends on what Sunshine finds out. Grim was set against it, he says the more we find out about my mother the more hurt it brings. I know she hurt him, and betrayed him, but there are things I need to know. I want to know where she came from, what made her the
way she was. What was her connection to Rush? I need to be able to understand all of the things people say she did.

  I am in my second trimester and the baby is starting to really kick. Some days you can see a little foot or elbow poking out, I am not sure which. I rub my hands over my belly as a ripple waves across my stomach. Trouble sees that the baby is moving and kneels down in front of me to feel it too. He rubs his rough, calloused hands over my stretched skin.

  I am getting a few stretch marks. Trouble calls them my beauty marks. He kisses my stomach as he whispers sweet nothings to the child growing inside of me, and I thread my fingers through his hair.

  We have come a long way since he first agreed to raise this baby with me. I can't say that I am in love with him when a part of me wonders had I told Striker the truth about my baby, if we would have worked out somehow. It isn't fair to Trouble, but he claims he understands. I don't want to hurt him, and I am really trying to make us a real family. We haven't slept together, and I want to try to see if we have real chemistry. I love him as a friend, but we are lacking or rather I am lacking that desire, but I want to make him happy. For now, it is enough.

  "Stay just like that, both of you. It is going to make a perfect picture to hang in here for the baby." Sunshine comes barging in without knocking, it has become a habit of hers lately, not that I really mind. It isn't like she is going to walk in on us doing the deed any day soon. She grabs her phone and starts snapping pictures of us.

  Sunshine informs that she has something to give me. I don't know how she managed but she snuck behind mine and Grim's back and had a DNA test done on the two of us. She reaches me the results and I take them with trembling fingers. After all these months of wondering, I am not sure I can handle it if Grim isn't my father. Surely, if he weren’t Sunshine would never tell me. With curious eyes I read the results, Grim is my father no ifs ands or buts about it. Relief washes over me. "See, nothing to be worked up over, now you can focus on taking care of this guy." she rubs my stomach. "I am sure it’s a boy."

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Just a feeling." she smiles. "I do have something more to tell you...about your mother. I found out her connection to Rush, at least I am pretty sure it is how they are connected. At the age of thirteen, your mother was sent to live in a foster home after her parents passed away in a car accident. The name of the family was Rush, they had a son Winston Rush. I am sure it is the same guy."

  "No wonder he goes by Rush with a name like Winston." I snort.

  "I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I was able to find out. I tried doing research, looking up any information I could find on automobile accidents the year your mother was sent into the system, but without her maiden name, there really is no way of knowing where to even start." I tell her that she might be able to find my mother's maiden name on the papers in the box Grim has in his safe. If it isn't on those papers, we may never know anything more about her unless we were to ask Rush. Sunshine says she will poke around some more. I am sure she has to sneak behind Grim's back to do it, he just doesn't get why this is so important to me. I hate putting her in that position, but my necessity to know outweighs my guilt.

  **

  "I’m going to miss you while you’re gone." Trouble is rubbing some cocoa butter on my stomach because it is supposed to help with stretch marks. I can't see any difference though. He continues rubbing it down my legs and onto my feet.

  "Mhmm," I moan. "You have no idea how good that feels right now." My feet are so swollen from all the work we have been doing to fix the trailer up.

  "You have no idea what it does to me when you make that sound." He looks at me with lust in his eyes as he continues to massage my feet.

  "Alright your turn, I'll do your shoulders." He takes a seat on the floor placing his head between my legs. I help him to strip off his shirt exposing his toned back and tattooed physique. I am feeling aroused as his muscles tense and flex with my touch. Leaning forward I kiss the lobe of his ear and lick down his neck shocking him. I have never been this forward with Trouble. I have kissed him a few times but nothing serious, until tonight.

  "What are you doing?" He takes my hand stopping me from rubbing across his chest as I continue to lick and suck on his neck, and nip at the sensitive spot behind his ear.

  "Just go with it, no talking, let me take care of you for once."

  "Are you sure," he asks unsure of where this night is headed, or where we are headed in our relationship.

  "I have never been more sure." I lean his head back into my lap and kiss his mouth. I have always wanted to try that. Kiss someone like Spiderman and Mary Jane did in the movie. It’s not overrated, and it is quite sensual. He gets up from the floor and leads me into the bedroom we share. I have slept beside him for months now, but tonight I am going to give all of me to him in a way I have never been able to before.

  "I have been waiting so long for this night," he whispers into my mouth as our tongues collide. The passion has ignited between us, our bodies mold into one another as we become one and I finally make my claim on his body and his heart.

  "Make love to me, Trouble. Show me how much you love me," I demand as I wrap my legs around his waist pulling his naked body into mine. He guides his length inside me. There is no need for foreplay. I want him right now. I want to feel him buried deep inside of me.

  "Slow down, Baby. There is no rush, you have me, you own me, and you always have." He thrusts into me, rolling his hips in a circular motion. "You always will." My back arches and I meet him thrust for thrust. He pulls out and slams back into me, pumping—grinding our bodies, working me into a frenzy of desire. My nails rake down his back, clawing at him, urging him to go deeper and harder. He nips at my breasts, sucking and biting on my pebbled nipples.

  "Fuck, I love you." He groans as he begins to shudder and twitch releasing his essence inside me.

  "I love you too," I whisper as he lays beside me drawing lazy circles across my stomach.

  Rebel

  **Chicago**

  Our time in Chicago is ending soon. Well it is for my brother. I am hoping Grim will allow me to stay on and oversee our operation here, so I can stay here with Rumor. Striker needs to get out of here, bringing him to Chicago was a bad idea. I feel like I fucked everything up for him by making him my second. If I hadn't brought him here, he may have been able to work things out with Baby. I never realized how deep his feelings for her ran, until Rumor came back from visiting home announcing that Trouble had claimed Baby, and they were already expecting their first child.

  Ever since that day, he has been on a downward spiral. He drinks and smokes anything and everything he gets his hands on. Not to mention where he has been sticking his dick. I can't even begin to name the number of whores he has had in his bed. His bed is like a damn revolving door, when one bitch steps out another is already waiting.

  I really thought he had lost his shit when he found out that Baby and Trouble are renting our childhood home. He could have gone to her, but he was too much of a chicken shit. I told him to add up the dates I know Baby is carrying his child, but he won't admit it to me let alone himself. I don't understand how he can let Trouble take what should be his.

  Not like I am one to talk. Rumor still hasn't told me if she wants to move forward in our relationship, I am pussy whipped without the benefits of getting any pussy. She has finally started seeing a shrink to work past her issues. We still haven't had sex. I am about to give in to temptation and find me some strange for one night. There is only so much of hairy palming it a man can take.

  Yeah right, I hear the proverbial whip cracking. The only way I can jerk off is when I am thinking of her. This is what I am doing now in the shower. The water relaxes my tense muscles as I picture what she would look like standing here with me now wet and naked. The water running down her breasts traveling towards her sweet pussy. My balls tighten as my twitching cock grows beneath my palm. I imagine her wrapping those luscious lips around my lengt
h.

  My brother rasps on the bathroom door. "Yo, Romeo is on the phone. If you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it." Fuckers, another day of blue balls it is as I wrap a towel around my waist and take the phone from the prick.

  Trouble is coming up this weekend with Tread to deliver a run. Word is that Tread is coming up here to take over deliveries now that we are operational. Trouble is taking over his spot in Drag Creek. I am not looking forward to Tread's company, he better stay away from Rumor. And I don't even want to think of how Striker is going to react to Trouble's presence.

  Chapter 18

  Rumor

  "Got a hot date tonight?" I ask as Aspen comes strutting into the kitchen dressed to kill. She has been seeing a new guy after her and Striker officially broke up. I have yet to meet him though. She says they haven't reached that stage yet. It is still fresh. It's not like her to be so secretive, but I figure she'll bring him around once she deems him worthy.

  "Girl, I wish, the animals at the clinic are seeing more action than I am going to tonight." She laughs. "I have a charity dinner for the shelter tonight." Aspen volunteers at a local animal shelter when she isn't busy at the clinic.

  "What about you?" She presses. She doesn't know everything about my past, she knows I have intimacy issues, but she doesn't try to pry too deeply as to why that is. Another reason we get along so greatly.

  "Nah, I have an English paper due." I wave my research notes at her.

  "Yeah have fun with that." She tosses her keys and cell phone into her bag. Before heading out the door she calls back to me over her shoulder, "I'll be out late, invite Rebel over, one of us should be getting laid." If Aspen is anything, she is blunt.