Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  Rumor and Rebel aren’t getting married for another six weeks but this was the only night we could get everyone together. I eat a few crackers to get something on my stomach before I start drinking. If I don’t, I will get sicker than hell. I don’t want to spend all day tomorrow with a hangover.

  Liberty flops down in the chair next to mine in the kitchen. “Well this is fun,” she says in a sarcastic voice. Liberty is Tread’s soon to be top bitch, and she has that man pussy whooped. Never thought I’d see the day. I’m glad she is here. She can save me from having to talk to LL. Don’t get me wrong LL is a nice enough old lady, but every time I look at her, I know I betrayed her trust. She welcomed me into her home, and I fucked her husband. Classy right? I try to forget about my mistakes and move forward, but they are always there, lingering beneath the surface.

  “Don’t worry I arranged for us some entertainment.” Foxie winks at Liberty and me. Thank God, I don’t know how much longer of this boring ass shit I can take. Free booze and weed isn’t enough to save this disaster.

  “So Baby, who you seeing these days?” Liberty chirps in my ear. The drunker she gets, the louder and nosier she becomes.

  “No one.” I take her attention off me and get talking about how she likes living here with Tread. Drag Creek is a far cry from Chicago.

  We are well into the night. I was finally able to get Rumor to loosen up, some. Took a few shots but she is still acting stiff. I know she would rather be home curled up on the couch with Rebel. Those two stay stuck up one another’s ass. I tried telling her it isn’t healthy to be so co-dependent like that, but she says I will understand when I meet the right man. I met the right man and he got himself killed. Jerk.

  We are sitting around like a bunch of old whores sharing sex stories. It started out as the never have I game, but now we are just giggling and sharing our first times. Disturbingly, Foxie tells us that my father was her first. I knew they fucked but to hear her talk about the details makes my ears bleed. But I suppose she has her payback when Rumor talks about her first time with Rebel.

  I am high as hell and drunker than a skunk. Don’t ask it’s a Kentucky thing we say around these parts. My loose lips aren’t thinking as it gets to be my turn. “He was an older man.” I snort not thinking of LL being in the room. Real smart of me.

  “Do tell.” My sister waves her hand in front of my face, about falling on the table she is so wasted.

  “Oh, I have to hear this!” Liberty shouts piercing my ear.

  “Okay,” I start... “He was real sweet with me, but he did this thing, where he would move his hips in this swirling motion, while we were doing it and I think his cock was slightly crooked, and it would rub me just right, and oh my, the sensation was fantastic. You could tell he had been with a lot of women too. He just knew exactly what to do.”

  Not knowing to shut up I continue, not noticing the strange look LL is giving me. “He had this tattoo right above his penis.” I snort with laughter. I am saved from confirming LL’s worst fears when the doorbell rings.

  “Finally, the entertainment is here.” Foxie nudges me and whispers. “It’s not wise to talk about a man you’ve fucked in front of his old lady.”

  I look over and see that LL is pouring herself a hefty glass of bourbon. I feel sick, talk about a buzz kill. How could I have been so thoughtless or careless? The damage is done I know she now knows I fucked Romeo. Awkward.

  “Good evening ladies, I have had several reports of a loud disturbance coming from this residence. Mind if my partner and I come in and have a look?”

  A buff, hotter than balls guy enters the house dressed like a cop, his partner not so much. I about piss my pants the dude is barely five feet tall. He looks a lot like mini me on that Austen Powers movie.

  I am in stitches, snorting and giggling, so hard that I am crying. I wipe at the corners of my eyes, my makeup is running, burning my eyeballs. Am I the only one that finds this funny? I guess they are all too enamored by the hottie with a body to notice.

  “You find something funny miss?” The little dude is in front of me, music is playing, he begins thrusting his hips towards me and unbuttoning his shirt. The guy is cut. You can tell he clearly works out but come on now. I just cannot take him seriously. He continues his routine. I am dying, but I give him props for not quitting. He’s a real trooper.

  I’m drunk and decide what the hell. “Show me what you got,” I tease, throwing a wink in his direction. He pins me to the chair and shows me that great things can come in a small package. I’ll give him credit he has some moves.

  My sister on the other hand looks terrified. She is sitting in a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room being straddled by the hottie. He is bumping and grinding, rolling his crotch, slowly, right in front of her face. All the women are whooping and hollering.

  Foxie yells, “Girl if you don’t know what to do with it get up and let me show you.”

  I laugh shaking my head. Tonight was just what I needed other than my big flub with LL. I am hoping she will get drunk enough to forget about it.

  Chapter 3

  Romeo

  Christ, I always knew this day would come, but I was hoping it would come a lot later. I know it’s wrong, but a part of me is glad to have it come out, for the truth to be known. LL just come staggering through the front door of our cabin, slurring and hurling accusations in my direction. “I knew...I always knew you fucked her, that little fucking cunt. Was it good, did you fuck her like you do me, huh, swirling your hips, giving it to her just right you sick, bastard?” She tries to draw her hand back to smack me, but she stubs her toe on the end of the couch.

  Cursing under her breath, she walks into the kitchen, knocking over a glass and shattering it on the floor. Thank fuck Sunshine has the kids, I don’t want them seeing their mother like this or hearing the fight we are about to have. Things have been on a bad turn for us for a while now. Shit we wasn’t happy before Miracle was born. LL is always taking off and staying late at work.

  She continues banging around in the kitchen, I am afraid she is going to hurt herself. “Would you stop Goddamnit? Let me see your toe. I’ll put some ice on the motherfucker.” I step around the broken glass and go to the freezer to get some ice.

  “Don’t come near me you son of a bitch!” She looks at me with pure hate, wielding a butcher knife in her hand.

  I throw the ice in the sink. Is she crazy? Bitch has done lost her ever-loving mind. She’s seriously threatening me with a knife. We have fought plenty of times, but it has never escalated to this level.

  “Christ, put the knife down you crazy bitch. Yeah, I fucked her, alright. Is that what you want to hear? I fucked her just like you started fucking clients again. What?” I ask looking at the shocked expression on her face. “Did you think I wouldn’t know that you were fucking around and skimming money on the side?”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Her hand is trembling. Her long blonde hair is in her eyes, hiding her tears, but I know she is crying. “I want you to move out, and I don’t want you around our kids. How old was she when you put your dick in her? You know what—I don’t even want to know. I could kill you. Just wait until I tell Grim what in the fuck you did. He will kill you for me.”

  “Fuck, LL. Don’t threaten me. Don’t say shit you don’t really mean. You using again? Is that what’s going on with you? You promised me that once we had the kids you were sober, that you weren’t running up. Is that why you started fucking around on me, so you’d have money to get your fix?” I’ll kill the crazy bitch if she is running needles in her arms after how hard I worked to give her everything.

  “You don’t know shit.” She lays the knife on the counter and I take a step towards her, we have our problems, but I care a lot about my wife. She’s the mother of my kids.

  I’ve had my suspicions about her using for a while now, but now I am certain. I can see it in her eyes, they are glossed over and red. And not from drinking, I’ve been a
round. I know the difference. Just great. Motherfucking perfect. I don’t need this shit. I kick the counter beside of her.

  “Don’t take another step, I’ll kill you.” She picks the knife back up from the counter and holds it out in front of her body, wielding it like a sword. Bitch has completely lost it. I have never raised a hand to her, and she is acting as if I am the devil.

  “Quit acting like a psycho. I admitted what I did, can you?” I turn and head back to the living room, going for her purse. If she’s using, there will be shit in it. She doesn’t follow me, unaware of what I am doing.

  Taking her bag off the side table by the couch, I dump the contents out on the coffee table. Bingo, motherfucking syringe. I knew it. Fucking junkie whore. I should have known she wouldn’t stay clean.

  That is why I let the bitch go years ago, she had a bad habit and I wasn’t going to watch her destroy herself. I gave her an ultimatum. She didn’t want me. She chose drugs then and it looks like she is choosing them now. I knew when Stone came to me two years ago telling me he thought she was taking on clients again I should have listened. The only reason I can think of for her to do it is, so she’d have money for her habits, without me finding out.

  I wanted to believe she had changed after I brought her back from Chicago. When she became pregnant with Dawn, she promised that she was done with her old life and that she would be the best damn mom to her. Things were good for a few years. We had another kid, my son, Jamie. I knew having two kids was wearing on her. I know LL loves our kids, but now with Miracle in the picture, I think it’s too much for her to handle.

  I start pilfering through her belongings and come across her cell phone, I scroll through her text messages finding dates with clients, and I bet one of these motherfuckers is her supplier. One name keeps showing up more than the others.

  “Who in the fuck is Tony?” I call out. I hear her heavy breathing right behind my ear as she brings the blade of the knife down, cutting my shoulder blade. Damn it all to hell that burns. She didn’t dig it far enough in to do much damage, but the bastard is going to need stitches.

  “You stupid bitch!” I swing my arm out in defense hooking her right in the nose with the back of my fist. I didn’t want to hurt her, but fuck, she stabbed me. Mascara is running down her face, the black streaks mixing with the blood coming from her nose.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” She has dropped the knife and is looking at me in shock. “I’m so sorry,” she blurts out again. I walk her into the bathroom and turn the shower on. We both get in with our clothes on. I hold her while she cries. When the water has run cold, I help her change into dry clothes. “I need help,” she admits.

  “I know, babe. I’m going to do everything I can to get you what you need.” I offer my support. “I can’t believe you stabbed me.” I laugh at it now, but it really isn’t funny, she could have killed me. I climb into to bed with her, holding her in my arms tight as she rests her head, snuggled against my chest.

  “No, Romeo. I need to do this on my own. I’m going to go away for a while. I’ve been thinking about it for the past month. I already knew about you and Baby. I could see the way you’d look at her. Then when you suggested that we find someone else to watch the kids, I knew. But I didn’t want to deal with it. I turned back to my old ways. Then I became pregnant with Miracle and that’s why I named her what I did. I found out she was growing inside of me, and it was like a sign to stop what I was doing, but after she was born, we just weren’t connecting. Then Baby had Colt and I thought for a minute that he was yours. It killed me. I tried to get over you cheating on me, but you’ve been busy a lot with this new deal to get the club straight, and I know it’s no excuse. But I turned back to sleeping with clients to get the attention you weren’t giving me.”

  I rub her arms trying to soothe her. I know this is hard for her to admit to herself, let alone me.

  After I slept with Baby, I became obsessed with her, fuck I still am. I know LL needed me and I turned my back on her. I won’t do that now, even though my heart and my body is calling me to a woman I can’t have and shouldn’t want. She’s my best friend’s daughter. It’s wrong but I love her.

  LL looks up at me and I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have this beautiful woman, who gave me three kids and I have let her down in so many ways. My comforting her soon leads to other places I am sure we probably shouldn’t venture to right now. But I do love her in my own way. Just not in the way I should.

  She straddles my lap and I lift her shirt over her head. Pinching her muddy rose-colored peaks, I kiss her neck softly, and my name leaves her lips in a whisper. I cup her face. “I love you, Laura, never forget that. I know I’m a fuck up, and I have no excuse for what I have done.”

  Her lips clamp down on mine and she bites me before smacking me.

  “I hate that I love you right now. I want to hate you. I want to hurt you, but I know I’ve made mistakes too.”

  I shove her down, her head resting at the foot of the bed, and make slow, sweet love to my wife, not knowing what the future holds for us.

  LL and I spend the rest of the morning laughing and crying together. I clean up the mess she made the night before and prepare to go get the kids. We still haven’t decided what we are going to say to them. Miracle is just a baby, but Dawn and Jamie are old enough to know better.

  Baby

  My head is pounding, I drank way too much last night, and it didn’t help matters when I got home this morning that I saw Striker walking to the garage with his newest fuck buddy. Stupid jerk. God, I hate him so much. Colt is screaming needing to be changed, and Miracle wants her cereal. Dawn comes into the living room and offers to change Colt for me, she is a great kid.

  I have all the kids in the kitchen now having their breakfast. Colt and Miracle are both in highchairs, and Jamie and Dawn are having pop-tarts. Thank heavens they are easy to please. They probably see how hungover I look and know to take it easy on me. Sunshine left early this morning, said she needed to be over at the Roadhouse to make sure the potentials cleaned up after Rebel’s bachelor party. I think she needed a break from all the noise. Grim must still be in bed, lucky duck, I wish I still were.

  Romeo comes to the door for the kids. Dawn runs over and pulls him inside asking him to sit and eat with her. I watch him with his kids while I clean the oatmeal from Colt’s chin. He really is a good dad. I hope to have that for Colt one day.

  Chapter 4

  Striker

  Fuck, I wake up feeling stiff with a bad case of cottonmouth. Wiping my eyes, I struggle to wake up. Trying to roll out of bed I come nose to nose with...oh fuck, why did I bring this bitch home with me. Diamond is laying in my bed. I’ve got to get her the hell out of here. Why no one stopped me from being so damn stupid, I will never know.

  Cursing my dick right now, I know this is his entire fault. Peering under the sheet there is one thing I am curious about. Well I’ll be damned she really does go all out doesn’t she. Her pussy is blinged out. I chuckle under my breath forgetting that I have company.

  “What’s so funny,” she purrs and grabs my dick. Down boy, I curse my dick for the second time this morning. Thank fuck I wore a condom. I spot the empty wrapper on my nightstand.

  “Nothing, but it’s time for you to bounce.” I roll in the opposite direction from her, grab my shorts from the floor, and open my bedroom door. I hold my hand out waving her out the door.

  Picking up what there is to her skimpy clothes, she stops when she reaches me at the door. “Your brother wasn’t such an asshole you know. You’re a good lay, but your manners fucking blow.”

  “Damn, I was trying to be nice about the shit, but take your sparkling pussy, and don’t ever fucking come back ye feel me.”

  “Go work on your bedside manner.”

  “Get the fuck out.”

  She twists back around. “Fuck you,” she spits at me storming out the front door.

  “You already did,” I call out after her, noticing Baby and
Romeo on Grim’s porch staring at us. “Fuck,” I scream out in frustration. Turning back inside, I kick the door shut and flop down on the couch, and have the breakfast of champions, a joint and some Jack Daniels.

  Romeo

  “Can I talk to you out on the porch for a minute?” I ask, hoping Baby can help me out. She looks hesitant, but after putting Colt in his swing and Miracle in the playpen, she joins me outside.

  “What’s up?” She looks like she is afraid of what I am about to say to her. She is anxiously fidgeting with her hair, twirling it around her finger. She nibbles on her bottom lip, distracting me from what I was going to say. I could take her in my arms right now and taste those lips. Fuck. Stop biting that lip. Goddamn why does she have to be so fucking tempting? She has no idea the things that go through my head every single time I see her.

  She is looking at me with a weird expression. Fuck, I was saying something. The girl does shit to me. Can’t think straight around her. I wipe the sweat that is beading on the back of my neck. Women never make me nervous, but Baby...fuck she messes with me. I swear she knows it. It gets her off. Don’t think about her wet panties. My dick is stretching.

  “You wanted to talk to me,” she presses, licking those plump lips. I feel like a dirty old man. Fuck, who am I kidding? I am a dirty old man. What man wouldn’t get hard at the sight of her? She’s young, beautiful, and fiery.

  “LL and I are going through some shit, she’s gotta’ go away for...” fuck, I pause scratching my beard to think for a moment, I‘m not sure I want to tell Baby exactly what is going on. “I don’t know how long. I have no right to ask, but think you might be able to help me with the kids this week, until I can find someone on a more permanent basis?”

  “Is everything okay?” She touches my arm lightly setting my skin ablaze. Now is not the time to let my longing get in the way of taking care of my family.

  “I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “So can you help a guy out?” Before she can answer, some senseless cunt comes from Striker’s place over the garage shrieking, hurling out insults.