Biker Chicks: Volume 3

by A. J. Downey

  Smiling to myself, I remember the first night we kissed. We were at the six grade dance and I had been secretly watching him all night. He was in the seventh grade and off limits according to the popular girls in school.

  When I saw that he was finally alone for the first time all night, I made my way over to him and pulled him in for a kiss. I had nothing to lose, so I just went for it and little did I know that we would be inseparable until I left at seventeen. He was already eighteen and had his whole life ahead of him; I couldn’t take that away from him. His parents wanted him to go to some Ivy League and marry the prom queen.

  Let’s just say when he brought me home, his mom about had a coronary. To say she hated me was an understatement. I was the poor girl from the other side of the tracks and he was the wealthy boy that every girl wished she was dating.

  When we pull up to the clubhouse gate of the Black Jackals, I clear my head and park my bike next to Shay’s. I wait for Flynn to park his before I get off mine and meet him a few feet away from them.

  “Come on, before Mav sends out the goon squad to find me.” I joke.

  Flynn pulls me into his arms and places a kiss on my lips before he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I smack his ass a few times, but that doesn’t get him to let me go.

  He walks us to the clubhouse doors and he opens the door and walks inside. The room goes silent and as I’m looking at them upside down, I can see them trying to figure out what is going on.

  I tap his back again and he lets me slide down his rock hard body that turns me on. God, what I wouldn’t do to get him naked right now instead of being in this room with everyone staring at us like we are the bad guys.

  I see Shay come walking towards us with Kinley and I can’t help but go to her. I kiss Kinley’s cheek and ask what’s going on. “Mav told the guys about that Sting guy and now they are all on alert. You know how they get.” She says rolling her eyes.

  I feel Flynn come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. “Beautiful little girl you got there.” He smiles.

  “Thank you.” Shay beams. “Her daddy is going to have his hands full when she’s old enough.” She laughs.

  “Don’t fucking remind me.” Maverick grumbles from behind me. When I turn around, I see the frustration on his face.

  “We need to figure out when our plan is. Find a room Willow and I’ll let you know if I need any more information.” I nod my head, but don’t say anything. Shay gives me an apologetic smile and I know she hates when he goes all cave man on her and the rest of us, but I get it. He is only trying to protect us.

  I grab Flynn’s hand and all but drag him towards the end of the hall and towards the few remaining rooms. When we finally find one, I pull him inside and push him up against the door. Before I place my lips onto his, I see the grin.

  “You know, I have a vague memory of this girl pushing me up against the wall at a school dance and kissing me like her life depended on it.” This time it’s my turn to grin. “You know Milly, it was the best kiss I’ve ever had and I still remember exactly what you were wearing that night.”

  I get the chills and he wraps his arms around me. “You were wearing a light blue dress that was a size or two too big, your beautiful red hair was curled perfectly and you had on a pair of black sandals that I saw you wear more times than not. You didn’t have the perfect dress that cost a fortune or shoes bought just for that dance like the other girls, but you did look perfect. Not one girl at that school held a candle to you.”

  I feel the tears start to fall down my cheeks and he gently kisses me. “The night I was going to ask you to dance with me, but you laid that kiss on me first. I couldn’t compete with it even if I tried.”

  “And here I always thought that I would have always been the loser that everyone hated because we were poor.” He wipes the tears from under my eyes.

  “I always saw you for you, never for the clothes you wore or the things you had. I saw you for you.” Throwing my arms around him, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us to the bed and he gently lays me on my back.

  “I’m sorry I ran.” I whisper.

  He moves the hair off of my face and leans forward to kiss me softly. “I’m just glad I found you.” He places one more kiss on my lips before I ask the question I’ve been dying to know the answer to.

  “I never thought of you as a biker. How did that happen?” I ask running my fingers down his tee shirt.

  He smirks and stares at me for a second before he gives me an answer. “I started riding a few months after you left. I needed something to make me forget about you and the open road did that for me. I met some cool dudes and they tried to get me to prospect for their clubs, but I never did. I wanted to find you and being part of a club meant I wouldn’t have time to search. So instead, I stayed as a friendly and they helped when they could and when they said they were going to Vegas for bike week, I made the trip too.” He doesn’t continue and the only thing I can think about right now is how he met that Black Hills prick and if that’s who he is was talking about being a friendly of.

  “Was Sting part of the Club that you were talking about?” I ask hesitantly.

  “No. I met him while I was down here. The other club was Steel Honor MC out of New York.” Pushing him up, I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot Shay a text with the name of the other club. I ask her to check with Mav and see if they are a threat to us too.

  “What?” He asks finally.

  “I don’t know if they are a threat to us and I want to make sure that no one else is coming after us. I have to protect my sisters.” I say with a sad smile. I would do anything for those girls and I know they would do the same. Just because Flynn is here, doesn’t change that these girls have had my back since the day I joined the MC.

  “Milly, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He says putting his hand on my cheek.

  “I know, but I owe them my life. If I didn’t meet them when I did, I would probably be dead by now. They saved my life and I would do anything to protect them.” He wipes a tear from my cheek and he puts his forehead to mine.

  My phone beeps and I see a message from Shay.

  Prez: Mav said they are a friendly. He’ll call their Prez and put some feelers out. What state?

  Me: New York.

  Prez: Got it. I’ll let you know if we need anything else.

  “Bad news?” He asks. I shake my head no and he waits for me to tell him what she said.

  “They are a friendly. Mav is going to reach out to them.” I pause for a second, thinking about the past and when his hands cup my face; I’m forced to look into his eyes.

  “I still love you just like I did when you left. That never changed.” He whispers.

  “I don’t know why. I left you and never looked back. How could you still love me after I did something like that?” My voice breaks and I know that at any minute, I’m probably going to break down and cry even though I hate it. I hate looking weak in front of anyone. I’ve protected myself this long, I won’t stop now.

  “Because the only thing this time apart did was make me realize that you were it for me. No other woman could compare to you and even though you broke my heart when you left, I know why you did. You had no choice and I understand that.” He sits on the bed next to me and he pulls my hand into his lap.

  “I should have called or something.” Before I can continue, he stops me.

  “Baby, none of that matters now. I found you and that’s all I care about.” He smiles down at me and presses a quick kiss to my lips. Before we can talk anymore, there is a knock at the door.

  When Flynn gets up to answer it, I see Maverick standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk.” Flynn nods his head and waits for Maverick to say whatever it is. “I just got off with Murdock, the President of the Steel Honor MC in New York and he vouched for you. You want to help protect Willow, you can join my club. Mur speaks highly about you and that makes you g
ood in my book. You cross me or put her in harm’s way, I won’t think twice about putting a bullet in your head. She’s family and as far as I’m concerned, you are too. Don’t make me regret this decision.”

  “I’m in.” Flynn says without hesitation. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Milly.” Maverick gives him a strange look and I decide on clearing up the confusion.

  “He calls me Milly because that’s my real name. When I ran away a few years ago, I changed it so that no one could find me.”

  Maverick nods his head, but doesn’t say anything else about the name. “Flynn, you start prospecting tomorrow. For now, I suggest you get as much time in with your girl because these guys won’t go easy on you.”

  Flynn nods his head, “Sure thing, Prez.”

  Five

  As soon as the door shuts, I look at Flynn and I can’t believe that he would just up and join the Black Jackals to protect me. Even after everything I’ve done, he still wants to protect me like he did in school. I can’t for the life of me figure out why he would do this, but part of me doesn’t care the reason. The only thing I care about right now is that he is here with me in this room.

  I have no idea what he had to do to find me, but I’m sure glad he did it. I didn’t leave for a great reason, but it was the only choice I had to make sure that Flynn got to live the life he deserved and I would do it again and again.

  Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and I stand up on my tip toes to kiss him. When we break apart, he says something that I didn’t think anyone else knew. “I know you left to protect me. My mother told me what my father did and I can’t even believe that he would do such a thing. He had no right to threaten you or try to buy you off. When I found out, I left and never went back.”

  Thinking back to what his father said, I knew why they did it. Hell, it’s part of the reason I left. His father called me trash and said that I wasn’t the type of girl that should be dating his son and well part of it was right. I wasn’t the type of girl that he should have dated, but either way, I loved him and he loved me. He accused me of trying to get money from him, but I was young and naive.

  I would have never even asked him for a dime. I was used to the way I grew up and I was happy being my mother’s daughter, even if we were dirt poor. She always made sure that I had food and clothes even if it wasn’t much and for that, I could never repay her. Leaving her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I just hope she understands that I did it to protect her from his family.

  “He was right Flynn. You are destined to be way more than a biker or anything other than something great. Leaving not only broke my heart, but it almost destroyed me. If it wasn’t for Shay and Livie, I would probably still be moving from town to town not really sure what I was going to do with my life. They saved me.”

  “The only thing I’m destined to be is with you. I don’t give a fuck about the money or the recognition. All I want is to be your man. Ever since the day I first saw you standing in the hallway, I knew that you were everything I’ve ever wanted.” He kisses my forehead.

  “I love you Flynn.” I whisper into his chest.

  “Good, because there ain’t no way in hell that I’m letting you leave my side now. I won’t have the money I used to, but I know we can make do without it.”

  “Hell yeah. Your family’s money was never the reason I fell for you. I love you for you and that’s it.”

  “Good because I feel the same way about you.” He says as he pushes me up against the door. His hands grip the bottom of my tee shirt and he pulls it up and over my head. He tosses it behind him before he gets to work on getting my jeans off of me. Once they are down my hips, I kick them off and pull his tee shirt over his head and drop it on the ground next to me.

  Unbuckling his belt, I pull his dick out of his jeans and slide my hand up and down his shaft a few times. He picks me up and pushes my body into the door before he slams into me, causing me to cry out. My fingers grip his shoulders as he thrusts into me hard and deep.

  Every thrust causes a moan to slip past my lips and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. I don’t even need the rough sex to get off with him, but I’m sure that it will make it ten times better than it’s ever been with anyone else.

  His hand grips my throat and he puts a little pressure on my neck which causes to me come. “Fuck.” I moan.

  “God baby, I love this pussy of yours.” He grunts as he continues to thrust into me. His fingers dig into my hips before he comes inside of me. “Fuck Mill.” He says out of breath.

  He rests his forehead against my chest and tries to catch his breath.

  He grabs my ass and pulls away from the wall and makes his way to the bed, where he gently lays us down and rolls so that I am laying on top of him.

  Resting my chin on his chest, I look at the ink on his chest. The colorful work is nothing like I’ve seen before and each piece looks like part of a puzzle. The more I study it, the more I start to recognize things that meant a lot to the both of us.

  His fingers run up and down my spine and I can see the grin on his face. “This is kind of the story of us.” I state in awe. Each picture is a major event from our relationship.

  “Yeah, I never wanted to forget the best days of my life with you. So I had a buddy draw these up and I got them tattooed over the last few years. That way I always had you with me, even if you weren’t really there.” He brushes a kiss on my lips and I melt into his body.

  “You are amazing.” I whisper through the tears. I see the color of my dress from the day I kissed him and the theme of the dance. Every perfect memory we’ve ever had is represented.

  “I love you Mill, now and forever.” He whispers against my hair.

  “Love you too.” I whisper back. I bury my face into his chest and close my eyes.

  “Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Let’s get some sleep.” He says into the quiet room. He rolls me over and I curl up into his body.

  “Just please be safe Flynn. Now that you’re here, I don’t want to lose you.”

  He moves to turn off the lamp next to the bed before pulling me closer to him. “I’m not going anywhere and it’s going to take a lot to get rid of me.”

  “Good. I never wanted to get rid of you.” I can see him grin through the dim light from the window and I can’t believe that I’m getting a second chance with the man I’ve loved since the sixth grade.

  I know that the next few months are probably going to be crazy hard with this threat looming in the distance, but I know that Maverick and the rest of the Black Jackals will make sure that everyone is safe. Plus now that Shay is a mom, she has been pushing for us to be able to fight our own battles without the help of the Black Jackals.

  I know that we will do everything in our power to protect what’s ours. We won’t let someone threaten our livelihood. This is our lifestyle and we will damn well protect it until our last breaths.

  K. Renee started writing in 2015, but has loved writing since she was young. She started writing because she couldn’t get the stories out of her head, no matter what she did. She’s twenty-seven years old and typically writes in her free time or on her lunch break. K. Renee works full-time and tries to go to the gym every day. She reads constantly and has hundreds of books she can’t wait to start.

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