Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  I have been seeing a therapist for a few months now. She says I am making real progress. She has me write down my nightmares and she has me doing different exercises where I confront my father—Diablo and my abuser–Squirrel. Her professional opinion is that there is nothing wrong with me that my intimacy problems stem from control. She thinks if I could sleep with Rebel and be able to give up my control of the situation, to trust him completely with my body, that I would be cured of my intimacy hang-ups. I have been giving it a lot of consideration lately. I want to take that step with him. I am just scared of freezing up on him. I know he is growing frustrated with me.

  I know I shouldn't be worried that I should let it happen, sex is a natural part of life and I should be able to take pleasure in it. I know Rebel wouldn’t hurt me or take advantage of me. My phone rings with a call from my sister giving me a much-needed break from this paper. College is proving to be a lot harder than I had anticipated. Attempting to study, work, and see Rebel is hard to balance.

  Baby is giggling telling me about her night with Trouble. I am slightly resentful of her; she is getting all that she has ever wanted. She has a patched brother who loves her, a baby on the way. She is so content. I am delighted for her. I just wish I could find my place in the world. I don't know if I am cut out for normal. A part of me misses my life in Drag Creek. I know I am getting what I said I wanted, but I feel like I left a part of me back in Kentucky. As much as I battle it there is a part of me that will always be drawn to living club life. And fuck if I don't detest my job at the coffee shop. I am still undecided with my major, not that there is any hurry to decide, but I feel like I am in this rut. Or maybe I set my expectations too high in coming here. I felt like if I didn't leave Drag Creek, I was going to suffocate but now that I have been here awhile, I feel like I am drowning.

  After ending my call with Baby, there is a knock on the door, a delivery of edible fruits. It's from Aspen, the card reads:

  Call Rebel, share the fruit, enjoy your night and for the love of all lonely vaginas everywhere get laid.

  Nice, Aspen real nice. I bet whoever took the order got a real kick out of that. No wonder the guy that delivered my basket was grinning at me like a loon.

  Before I can change my mind, I send Rebel a text and invite him over. An hour later, I am freshly showered and dressed to seduce him. I bought a purple see-through nighty from Victoria's Secret a few months ago on a whim. I really never thought I would use it. My hair is down in loose waves, and I left my makeup to the bare essentials, some mascara and lip-gloss. I turn off all of the lights leaving only a few candles to light my bedroom. I have the fruit basket sitting on my nightstand along with some wine. I don't even know if Rebel is partial to wine or fruit, piss, I am a mess. I position myself on my bed striving my best to appear sexy, I feel like an idiot.

  I get up from the bed covering myself with the silk half robe that matches my lingerie and tie it around my waist. That feels better. I walk back and forth across my room until Rebel turns up. I am sure I just burned holes from corner to corner of the floor. Well I would have if it were possible.

  I open the door and welcome him trying to act casual. He takes one look at me, and he is speechless. He knows tonight I am finally giving in I am going to sleep with him. I am going to be his girl and I think I am going to tell him I want to move home with him when he returns. I miss my sister. I want to be there when the baby is born. I can’t believe it, but I miss the Roadhouse and all the guys as well. I hope Aspen understands. I think she will be happy for me. I hate to just leave her hanging with the apartment, but I now know where I belong and Chicago is not it, this city is not my home.

  Rebel clears his throat. "Damn, you are stunning. Does this mean what I think it means or I..." He is at a loss for words. I take him by the hand and lead him into my room.

  "Tonight is all about me committing myself to you. You have been tolerant and accepting. You have shown me love and now I want to give you this. I want to give you the only part of me I have been holding back. I am giving up my control to you, to do what you want with my body, because you stole my heart a long time ago."

  "Rumor," he starts but I shush him with my finger.

  "Take me, Rebel. I'm all yours." He is seated on my bed and I cross the room, his head is pressed against my stomach as I slide the robe off. He grabs a hold of me bringing me onto the bed with him. He takes the silk sash from the robe and ties my wrist together above my head. I could break free if I wanted to, but I trust him. He runs his hands down my arms, traveling down my sides as he places a tender kiss over my heart. He removes his clothes and places a condom on the nightstand. He sees the fruit and takes a strawberry from the basket. He pushes the nighty up over my hips and slides it over my head. This is the first time he has seen me fully naked. My cheeks burn, becoming flushed as he takes the strawberry and trails it down my body until he reaches my heated heart.

  He licks the juice from my body sending shivers down my spine. I let out a nervous giggle as his stubble grates across my flesh. When he reaches my hot center, he places the strawberry in me and devours it. He brings his mouth up to mine and kisses me. I can taste the strawberry and myself and it is so erotic. "Fucking perfect." He takes my breasts into his mouth teasing me with his tongue.

  "If you want me to stop, now is the time to tell me." He waits before going any further, but I don't stop him. I want this with him. I am squirming, longing to lay a hand on him.

  "I want this, Rebel. I meant what I said. You’re it for me. I am ready to give you what you want, to be yours. I want to go home with you to Kentucky."

  "You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that you’re mine." He kisses me, exploring every untouched inch of my body. His fingers impress me bringing me gratification in ways I never thought possible, until now.

  Rebel takes the condom and slithers it onto his length. I am so ready. I've never wanted to feel him so completely before.

  Rebel

  I make it over to Rumor's and she answers the door in purple motherfucking see-through lingerie. Is she trying to stop my heart? My dick is twitching, hoping tonight is the night she gives me all of her. "Damn, you are stunning. Does this mean what I think it means or I..." I am at a loss for words she looks so fucking sexy. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.

  Rumor leads me into her bedroom, she has the lights off and candles are lit. She tells me tonight is the night. Hot damn, I don't know if I can last long, I have chased after her for so long. I feel like I am a kid on Christmas morning, as she slides her robe off unwrapping my present—her. She is like the gift that keeps on giving as she tells me she is mine and she wants to move home with me. I can't wait to plunder and savor every inch of her.

  My girl is bound at the wrists and writhing beneath me. I say it again in my head, my girl, loving the way it feels. Her body is so responsive to my touch, my kiss, my cock. "Baby, this is going to sting at first, but I will go slow." She bites her bottom lip in anticipation, and I nearly lose it, so fucking sexy. Taking the condom from the nightstand, I rock back onto to my calves and slide it down over my rigid length.

  "I want to touch you, Rebel," she sounds like an angel when she speaks, her voice is a whisper, her cheeks are painted pink with her blush. The candlelight glowing with the light of the moon, her hair is spread around her head looking like a halo. I guide her hand to my cock and let her help press me into her. Fuck, I think I just died and went to heaven. She is so tight, I can only imagine if it feels this good with the condom, what she will feel like without one.

  Her legs lock and her muscles tense, a tiny whimper escapes her throat, and I back out of her some, and ask if she wants me to stop, but damn I hope she doesn't tell me to quit. She shakes her head no, and smiles playfully at me and then she says, "I love the way you feel inside of me the burn makes me know that this is real and that I can feel pleasure. You make me feel alive." I about nearly come right then.

  Her hand
s are roaming, exploring my body as I rock into her with ease, she is so open and ready, so willing, begging me please. Fucking heaven. I take her in any way she will let me, I want her to know what real sex is about. It's about satisfaction. It isn't about exploiting someone and hurting them.

  She is on top of me, riding my cock, you'd never know this was her first time—doing it this way and with someone who loves her. I told her all of those times Squirrel touched her, used and abused her they don't count. Tonight is her first time, tonight with me is the only night that counts...that matters in my eyes, and I am the first man to lay a hand on her body. I hold her hips in place as she grinds down on me. She throws her head back, the tips of her hair brushing across the top of my thighs, picture motherfuckin' perfect. I have been with plenty of women, but nothing could ever compare to this night, this part of Rumor that she has given to me—her trust and her heart.

  I roll her onto her side and spoon her from behind. She hooks her right leg over mine, and I rub on her clit as I enter her from behind. She is moaning into the pillow and gripping her sheets as she unravels and experiences her first orgasm. I grab her underneath her knee and pump into her wildly, until I am afraid that we are going to break the wall down, the headboard is slamming so hard into it. A primal growl rips from my throat, echoing her name through the walls as I come undone.

  Rumor

  Waking up after spending the night with Rebel, I feel like I have been in a car wreck. How can something so beautiful hurt so good. My legs are shaking. My knees are knocking as I try to make my way to the bathroom. I vaguely recall Rebel leaving early this morning, his kiss is still lingering on my lips. I steal a look at my alarm clock, damn is it really nine am. I missed my first morning class, and fuck, my paper. And fuck it, I’m not going back. I am going home with my man. I will figure out the rest as it comes. I dread telling Aspen, she has been so good to me. I think she will be pleased for me though.

  After doing my business and taking a long shower, I am beginning to feel like moving some, but damn my thighs hurt and my vagina, feels like it has seen better days, but it was worth every single second.

  Aspen is already up and in the kitchen, waiting with coffee. "Spill it, bitch, I heard Rebel slipping out this morning, you finally gave him the vag."

  "The vag, seriously?" I laugh at her.

  "Yes, girl. Tell me all about it and we can compare notes, ya know do those Black brothers use the same moves, ya know how much motion they got swimming in the ocean."

  "Please don't compare my vag or yours to an ocean, eww." I make a disgusted facial gesture and gag.

  "You are such a prude." She tucks her legs underneath her sitting a cup of coffee across from me on the coffee table.

  "We need to talk." I feel like I am glowing as I am about to give her the news that I am moving home with Rebel.

  "You’re going home with him, aren't you," she sighs as I smile at her. "I knew this would happen, but you just started college, Rumor. You’re young and don't get mad at me—but there are so many other penises you could be getting familiar with out there. Striker did me favor by dumping me, my vag has been experiencing a great big world and I mean massive."

  "Lalala I don't need to hear about the adventures of your vag."

  Chapter 19

  Drag Creek

  Baby

  "I don't want you to go," I whine and sag back onto the couch, as Trouble gathers his gear. He is leaving for the weekend to make a run to Chicago with Tread.

  "Baby, it's only two days. I'll be back before you even know I am gone." I doubt that. I have never been the clingy girlfriend type with Trouble, but this week has been amazing, and I have a weird feeling, like a bad vibe about Chicago. I know things have been going well up there and that club business comes first, especially now that Trouble is patched, but Rush has been quiet too long.

  "I promise to check in with you as often as I can." He kisses my forehead and I try to pull him down on the couch with me. I don't know if it is my hormones or what, but ever since we had sex for the first time, I can't get enough of him. I know pregnant women have cravings, but I am longing for sex with Trouble, like an addict needing a fix.

  "I need you." I pout, seeing the indecision on his face.

  "You’re going to make me late." I shout in victory on the inside knowing I am getting my way. He slings his gear down in the doorway, carries me back to bed, and shows me just how much he is going to miss me. I fall asleep feeling completely sated as he whispers goodbye, brushing his lips over mine and down to my belly as he says bye to our baby.

  **

  When I get into Trouble's car to drive to my doctor's appointment 'Is this love' is playing. Damn he's good. How did he know I would drive his car instead of mine? Smug bastard. I am wondering when the lie Trouble and I have been telling became the truth, because I am falling for him. I know love is the sensation I am inflicted with for him.

  Rebel

  **Chicago**

  Trouble and Tread got in a few hours ago and Striker has already been showing his ass. I can tell Trouble knows the truth about Baby and my brother, he hasn't mentioned her or the baby once since he arrived. I suspect she is what is keeping him glued to his phone though. I'd be checking in a lot too, that crazy motherfucker Rush has been lying low. Who knows when or where he will rear his ugly mug. Grim has had us all on high alert since that fucker messed with Baby.

  Trouble is a good guy, he stayed true to his word when it came to protecting Baby, and he even covered my ass when everything was laid on the line. He is loyal, and maybe he is the better man for her. By the looks of my brother, he is going to be a dick like our father, when and if he ever settles down, he will fuck around behind his old lady's back.

  I have to take Tread over to the Disciples to work out his agreement with Kilmore. Their guy Bugsy is set up to takeover operating the still next month. I hate leaving Trouble and Striker alone together. I think my brother is too wasted to care right now anyway. Rumor is supposed to call me when she finishes her shift at the coffee house she has been working at. We are going to catch a movie and grab a bite to eat, if I can count on these fuckers to behave themselves that is.

  "So you cool with all this man, you know being up here in Chicago instead of Drag Creek?" I ask on our way over to the clubhouse.

  "Hey man, as long as the money is green, the beer is good, and pussy is abundant I'll be fine."

  "Alright, alright let's do this."

  It takes us a few hours to iron out all of the details of the contract, but I think Tread is happy with the increase in pay he is receiving. The Disciples are going to provide extra security on their end to cover Tread's ass on runs. I put in a call to Grim and he is satisfied with all of the terms. I leave Tread at the Disciple's clubhouse to get acquainted with all that untapped pussy he was looking forward to.

  Rumor should have called me by now, her shift ended an hour ago. I swing back by the warehouse to check in on Trouble and Striker before I head over to her and Aspen's apartment. When I get upstairs, the apartment is vacant, and Trouble and Striker aren't answering their phones. Where in the hell did those cocksuckers disappear to? Fuckem', I get on my bike and head to Rumor's apartment to take her out for a night on the town. When I get to her building, there is an ambulance and police cars are surrounding the building. My chest tightens and I spot my brother's bike along with Trouble's motorcycle. What in the fuck is going on?

  When I get to the lobby, Aspen is on a stretcher and Striker is holding her hand. "What the fuck, little brother, where is Rumor?" I am shaking and the police are walking in our direction, I know I need to cool my shit before they bring me in for questioning.

  "Some asshole broke into the apartment and attacked Aspen. He shot her in the leg. She called me so I brought Trouble over with me to check things out. Rumor called about thirty minutes ago, she said she was with you."

  "Well she isn't with me, is she? I haven't talked to her. You should have called me." I run my fingers
through my hair, as I feel like the air is being sucked from my lungs.

  "Where's Trouble?"

  "He's doing a sweep of the block, seeing if he can find the fucker that did this shit." The paramedics are ready to move Aspen to the hospital. She pleads with Striker, begging him to stay with her.

  "Aspen, I am sorry this happened to you, but Rumor is family, I have to go. We were never meant to last. This is the out you and I have both been waiting for." He kisses her softly on the forehead as she cries. The paramedics move her out of the building and out of our lives.

  We meet up with Trouble in the back alley. I send him and Striker back to the warehouse while I go check the coffee house Rumor works at. When I arrive, the shift manager said she left, as she normally does, nothing unusual. Some little dorky kid hears me and says he seen Rumor getting onto a motorcycle driven by a man wearing a leather vest similar to mine, but it had a red devil emblem on the back of it.

  Fuck, Rush has her. He failed with Baby, so he is going to try to use Rumor to carry out his plan.

  Back at the warehouse, I put in a call to Grim. He calls an emergency choir and we do everything by speakerphone, so that everyone hears all decisions being made and is up to date on the plan. The plan, yeah well there is no fucking plan. Grim is riding out with Romeo and has everyone in Drag Creek on lockdown, old lady's and kids they are all being ordered to stay put under lock and key with Stone, until Rumor is found safe and sound. I don't have a good feeling about this, Grim is playing straight into Rush's hand. He wants Grim out in the open.

  He is going to lure Grim into meeting him using Rumor as bait. Then it occurs to me that Baby was just a distraction, he used her to get to his end game. He knew Baby wasn't his daughter, it all makes perfect sense.

  Trouble fills us in on what little information he was given by Lucky, it isn't much. He is sure he heard Lucky mention that the Rejects have a hideout outside of Cincinnati, Ohio. I call Grim and redirect him. We are already on the road. We need the element of surprise by being closer than Rush expects us to be. We are counting on the fact that he is expecting Grim to travel to the windy city.