“Oh, you know. Just trying to think of things we need around the house,” Meg lied.
“Lord knows you can’t be without chicken livers and Pringles,” Cyn snickered. I turned my head to the side, smothering my laugh into my shoulder.
“Hey, Cyn. How ya feeling?” Remy asked as Meg grabbed the bags out of his hands and took them into the kitchen.
“A lot better. I basically slept the past two weeks.” Cyn said, smiling up at Remy.
“How’s the arm? I still remember when I broke mine when I was seven,” Remy said as he sat in the big ass puffy chair across from us.
“I remember when you broke your arm. I can’t believe that was ten years ago already,” Cyn said.
Meg walked in the living room with King behind her. She handed Cyn and me our drinks and turned to Remy. Fuck, this was going to be entertaining.
“Uh, Remy, there’s someone I want you to meet.’ Meg held her hand out to King, and he stepped to her, taking her hand. ‘This is Lo, or you can call him King. Lo, this is Remy, my son.” Meg held her breath like she was waiting for the end of the earth.
“Hey,” Remy said to King.
“Hey, good to meet you,” King replied.
“You’re dating my mom?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. That you’re bike out front?” Remy asked.
“Nah, I had too much to drink last night, and your mom had to come pick me up. My bike is over at Cyn’s. That’s Rigid’s bike out front.” King said, pointing to me.
Meg elbowed King in the gut. “Don’t tell him you drank too much,” she hissed at him.
“Babe.” King rumbled at her, shaking his head, smirking.
“So you’re dating Cyn?” Remy asked me.
“No,” Cyn said.
“Yes,” I said at the same time as Cyn.
Remy laughed at us. Apparently, Cyn and I were the entertainment now.
“We’re just hanging out,” Cyn said, taking a drink of her mimosa.
“I didn’t know sleeping in your bed with you was just hanging out now,” I whispered so only Cyn could hear me.
She choked on her drink and started hacking up a lung. “Asshole,” she hissed back.
“You making breakfast, mom?” Remy asked.
I sniffed the air and smelt something burning. “Shit!” Meg shrieked as she ran back to the kitchen.
“Well, that went better than I thought,” Cyn said.
“She was freaking out about this wasn’t she?” Remy asked.
“I don’t think freaking out is the right word. Panic attack might better describe how your mom has been for the past hour since you texted,” King laughed.
“I figured out something was up when she texted me the shopping list,” Remy said, looking at King.
I could tell the kid was sizing up King, figuring out if he was good enough for his mom.
“You part of that new motorcycle club in town?” Remy asked.
“Yeah. I’m the president, and Rigid is my Sgt. at Arms. We just moved here a couple of months ago,” King said, leaning against the wall by the TV.
“Nice. You guys opened up the new body shop, right?” Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Yeah. King runs the front end, and I see over the back end. I’m one of the master painters.” I said.
“Awesome. I remember when mom was restoring her truck, and she let me help, I really liked doing it. You guys need any help? Mom has been on me about getting a job.”
“I can’t let you do any painting or anything like that, but you could help with all the prep work,” King said, as he grabbed the beer Meg brought him. She stood next to King, leaning into him.
“Did you just get a job in the two minutes I wasn’t in the room?” Meg asked.
“Hell yeah,” Remy said, sitting back in his chair with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to so this,” Meg said, facing King.
“Babe, remember what I said? Nobody makes me do something I don’t want to.”
“As long as you’re sure, it sounds good to me,” Meg said, beaming at King.
King leaned down, brushing a kiss against Meg’s lips and she froze. Her eyes bugged out, quickly looked around the room and booked it back to the kitchen.
“Mom!” Remy yelled.
“Uh, yeah?” Meg said.
“You know I’m seventeen, right?” Remy called.
“I think I was there when you were born, Remy. I can count how old you are,” Meg sassed back. Even talking to her own kid, she threw sass. King definitely had his hands full with her.
“Then you should know I’ve kissed my fair share of girls, and I’ve seen dad kiss his girlfriends in front of me. You don’t need to run in the kitchen, freaking out. I’m fine.”
“Babe, come here,” King called.
I could see Meg, her back turned to us as she shook her head, no. “I want a redo on this whole day, Lo,” Meg whined.
“Meg, come here, please,” King asked. I could tell he was getting annoyed.
Meg walked in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest pouting. King wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
“Remy, you ok with me dating your mom?” King asked.
“Treat her good, and I don’t have a problem with it,” Remy replied.
Cyn snickered next to me. “Meg is the child right now. I love this,” Cyn snorted.
I press her close, kissing the side of her head. “Shhh, beautiful,” I whispered.
“Hurting your mom is the last thing I would ever do. We good?”
“Dude, we never had a problem, but, yeah, we’re good,” Remy replied. He picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on, obviously done with the conversation.
“Go make breakfast, babe.’ King turned Meg in the direction of the kitchen, giving her a little pat on the ass. ‘Cyn needs to eat.”
“I’ll help,” Cyn offered, hopping up off the couch. From what I could see from the couch, Cyn wrapped her arms around Meg, talking low so only Meg could hear her.
“Fucking worried about nothing,” King grunted, sitting on the other end of the couch.
“What did she think was going to happen? Chicks are crazy,” I muttered.
“Not a fucking clue, brother,” King said, shaking his head.
“Is this what I have to look forward to with Cyn?” I questioned.
“More than likely. Like you said, brother, chicks are crazy.’ King took a long drink from his beer, propping the bottle on his leg. ‘I wouldn’t change anything about her, though. All the crazy talk about donut houses and worrying about her kid liking me makes Meg, who she is.”
“Do you guys want pancakes or waffles?” Meg asked from the kitchen.
“Waffles!” Remy shouted.
Meg looked at King and me over the half wall of the kitchen, her hand propped on her hip. “What about you two? Waffles ok?”
“Good with me,” I answered.
“Whatever you want to make, babe, I’ll eat. You know that.” King rumbled at Meg.
“K,” Meg whispered, turning back to the stove.
Cyn had hopped up on the island and smiled at Meg. Those two really did have each other’s backs. I was happy that Cyn had a friend like Meg.
Being around the clubhouse pussy all the time, I never really saw chicks sticking up for the other pussy in the clubhouse. It was basically a dog eat dog world when it came to women in the clubhouse. Maybe Meg and Cyn would change that.
I know the parties would never stop, but maybe with Cyn and Meg around, more of the brothers would start to settle down.
I knew Cyn had settled me down, and I had barely touched her. I couldn’t imagine what would happen once I nailed Cyn down and made her mine. She had gone through a lot of shit with her ex, but I really don’t think that it broke her as much as she thought. With the support of her friends and me around, there was no way she was going to get lost.
I had found her, and I wa
sn’t going to let her go.
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Chapter 20
Cyn
“When do you think you are going to come back to work? You think you can drive a forklift with a broken arm?” Meg asked as we walked out onto her front porch.
We had eaten breakfast, and it was now going on three. After breakfast, we all sat around shooting the shit. Meg had finally relaxed about King meeting Remy and was back to acting like her quirky self.
“I have to get a checkup tomorrow, so I am hoping the doctor will be able to tell me when I can come back. I’m sure Cal is freaking out without me there.” I replied as I grabbed the helmet Rigid handed me.
“I need you back. Especially without Troy being there, I’m all alone.” Meg pouted.
I strapped the helmet on and climbed on behind Rigid. “I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what I find out. Who knows, I might be back Sunday.”
Rigid nodded to King and Remy and cranked the bike up. “Come over and get your bike whenever. Cyn and I won’t be home for a bit.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see, beautiful,” Rigid said. He backed up the bike, and we rocketed out of Meg’s driveway in the opposite direction of my house.
I awkwardly wrapped my arms tighter around Rigid, leaning in. “Tell me where we are going,” I said again.
“Just enjoy the ride. It’s going to take about an hour to get there.” Rigid said. He grabbed my good arm and laced his fingers through mine. I relaxed into him, my casted arm resting on his thigh.
We glided along country roads, neither of us talking. Partly because I would have to scream over the roar of the bike for Rigid to hear me and also because I loved surprises.
After forty-five minutes of driving, we pulled over for gas. While Rigid was filling up, he told me to run to the bathroom because he didn’t think there was a bathroom where we were headed.
As I was walking out of the bathroom, Rigid met me half way and held out his hand for me to take.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked, looking at the plastic bag he had dangling from the fingertips of his other hand.
“Dinner. Not as good as anything you can make, but it will do.” Rigid assured me as we walked to the bike. I grabbed the helmet that was dangling from the handlebars.
Rigid stuffed the bag into his saddle bag, and we both climbed on. “How much longer till we get where ever the hell it is that you are taking me?” I asked as Rigid started up the bike.
“Twenty minutes,” Rigid replied as he kicked the kickstand up and we took off down the road again.
I held on tight, snaking my hand under his shirt, stroking his firm stomach. I leaned forward, placing a kiss on the back of Rigid’s neck. He stiffened, and placed his hand on mine, holding it in place. “Be careful of what you’re doing, beautiful,” Rigid called over the roar of the wind and engine.
I placed another kiss on his neck, telling him I knew what I was doing. He grabbed my hand, placing it high up on his thigh so I could feel his growing cock underneath his jeans.
I stroked his cock, the bulge growing bigger with every touch. Kissing his neck more, I pressed my breasts fully against his back, enjoying the solidness of him against my body.
“Beautiful,’ Rigid growled, ‘keep that up, and we’re not going to make it where I really want to take you. I’m going to find the nearest hotel and let you do that the proper way without going sixty miles an hour down the road.” He grabbed my hand, resting far away from my fun.
“To be continued,” I whispered in his ear.
I felt his body shake with laughter and smiled. We turned down a two-lane road lined with trees and I enjoyed the shade from the sun.
I thought back over the three weeks, and my grin got even bigger. Spending all the time with Rigid had made me realize Rigid was more than what he seemed.
Sure, he was a big, hunk of an intimidating man, who knew what he wanted and did whatever he wanted, but there was more to him than that.
He never left my side when I was in the hospital. He let me cry all over him not once, but three times when I couldn’t tell which way was which and the only thing that made sense was to cry.
It had been almost two months since Nick had cheated on me. Almost a month since he left me on my living room floor broken and alone, but Rigid had come along and put the pieces together without me really noticing.
Except there was one piece that was still missing and I didn’t think that one would ever be put back. I had lost my baby. I had only known for two weeks that I was pregnant and had never gotten to the doctor before Nick had hurt me. It had never really sunk in that I was going to have a baby, but it still hurt.
Tomorrow I had a doctor’s appointment set up and planned to talk to the doctor about losing the baby and if I had any lasting effects from what Nick had done to me. I may not be ready to have another baby right now, but I did want to have kids one day.
We turned down a dirt road that opened up to a lake at the end. Rigid parked next to the shore and swung off the bike. “Does this thing have a radio?” I asked.
“Yeah, beautiful. Take this,’ Rigid said handing me the bag of food and a folded up blanket, ‘and I’ll turn it on.”
I swung my leg over the bike and grabbed the bag and blanket from Rigid. I spread the blanket out closer to the shore and started taking out the food Rigid had picked up from the gas station.
Laying out the two prepackaged sandwiches, two bags of chips, and a couple of candy bars, when a twangy country came pouring out of the speakers from Rigid’s bike. “I never figured you for liking country,” I said, sitting on the blanket, watching Rigid walk towards me.
“It’s the only thing that I could get to come in half way decent. I normally have Black Stone Cherry or Pop Evil playing when I paint.” Rigid laid out on the blanket and leaned back on his elbows with his legs stretched out.
“Hmm, you and Meg would get along well when it comes to music. She listens to all those plus some.” I sat on my knees, my hands resting on my thighs, looking down at Rigid. God, he was gorgeous. His sunglasses were propped up on the top of his head, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
His black tee was stretched across his chest, his cut hanging open and the bottom of his shirt riding up, exposing a glimpse of is stomach.
“That’s good, beautiful, but Meg isn’t really what I want to talk about right now,” Rigid said.
“So what do you want to talk about then?” I questioned.
“You,” Rigid smirked.
“What about me?”
“You’ve never really talked about that night, beautiful. I’m worried that you’re keeping it all locked inside you.” Concern laced his voice.
“I told you everything that happened.”
Rigid grabbed my hand, tugging me closer. “I need to know that you’re ok. You’re healing on the outside, but what about on the inside?”
“I’m not sure what you want to hear? I guess I’m ok. I hate Asshat. I never thought he would do anything like that to me. I planned on spending the rest of my life with him. It’s shocking to think that you know someone, and then you realize you don’t.”
“You told me that night what he said to you.’ I nodded my head, remembering how pissed I was at Rigid that night. ‘Did you know he felt that way about you?”
“No. I mean, he never really fawned over me about my looks, but it wasn’t like he talked shit to me or anything. I thought we had a good relationship while we were together. Looking back on it now, I did all the work to keep us together, and he just did whatever he wanted. He didn’t like Meg or Troy either. That should have been my first clue that he wasn’t any good. Meg tried to warn me off from him, telling me that he reminded her of her ex, but I was too young and stupid to listen to her. I thought I knew better. Obviously not,” I humphed.
“Do you care what happens to him?” He asked me.
“No. I hope I never see him again. His sister was a complete bitch.
I heard she just got a job at the same place Meg, Troy and I work. That is going to be interesting. Hopefully, she won’t be on my shift.” Bree from work had texted me this morning letting me in on that little gem of information. I was looking forward to going back to work until I heard that.
“You think she will give you any problems?”
“Lord knows. We got along, for the most part, but I saw what she would do if you were not on her good side. Cherry is not someone you want to mess with.”
“Cherry?” Rigid asked.
“Yeah. Tall blonde, big ass tits, and, unfortunately gorgeous.” She really was pretty. Bitch.
“Fuck. You got to be fucking kidding me.”
“What? You know her?” Please don’t let her be someone from Rigid’s past. I know with him being part of the club, there were always available girls around, but I didn’t know Cherry hung around the club.
“She just started hanging out at the club the past month. King had a little run in with her the night Meg ran away from him.” Rigid recalled.
“Oh my god! King slept with Cherry!” I shrilled horrified.
“I’m not saying, darlin’. If it happened, it was before he met Meg. I know he didn’t the night Meg saw them. It was all a misunderstanding that night.” Rigid tugged my arm, and I fell down next to him, my head resting on his shoulder.
Fuck. I didn’t want to know, but I needed to ask. I know if he had slept with her, I couldn’t hold it against him because we weren’t dating or anything, but it was still going to hurt if he had slept with Cherry. “Did you ever, you know, um, sleep with Cherry?” I timidly asked.
“No.’ I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful. ‘But I’m not a saint, beautiful. If you ever come to the clubhouse for a party, you are more than likely going to end up meeting women I’ve been with.”
I didn’t say anything. I felt my chest tighten, hurt from the fact I would meet women from his past. I was confused, though. Did I have a right to be hurt when I wasn’t Rigid’s girlfriend? Were we dating? Or were we just a hookup?
Rigid had said he wasn’t going anywhere, but for how long? That was the same problem Meg had when she had first met King.
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