Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  “Creed, come on she’s—”

  With one look, he rendered me speechless, but that didn’t stop Harley.

  “It’s called a string bikini for a reason!”

  “Which is why you ain’t fuckin’ wearin’ it!”

  To think, how I thought my father and brothers were bad when I was growing up. They weren’t anywhere near the level of overprotective Creed was with our only daughter.

  “Does he know Harley has Cash over?”

  “Umm… not exactly.”

  “So, you lied?”

  “Of course not.”

  “So, Creed knows?”

  “Hell no!”

  She busted out laughing.

  Creed had left me no choice. Harley would be turning sixteen soon, and as soon as she started socializing with other kids, he turned into a rabid dog.

  Cash McGraw was the son of one of the Good Ol’ Boys. Detective Dylan McGraw’s son to be exact. They’d known each other since the day they were born, but of course, Creed didn’t give two shits about that. Let’s be real, the kid could have been the Pope’s son, and it still wouldn’t have mattered to Mr. Overprotective.

  No one was good enough for his baby girl.

  Not one single boy.

  We had to hide her boyfriends, her guy friends, her study partners, exactly how we were doing right now. Anything or anyone that pertained to the opposite sex was hidden from her father, or else he’d threaten to “break his fuckin’ legs.” His words not mine.

  The sad thing was…

  I wasn’t exaggerating.

  Creed may no longer have been a 1% biker, but that didn’t detour who he was raised to be.

  His nature.

  His blood.

  It ran deep in his veins.

  He was all outlaw.

  Not to mention, her Uncle Noah Jameson, Creed’s younger brother. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Never allowing boys to come near Harley.

  Ever.

  “Where are Harley and Cash now?”

  “In the living room, on the couch studying.”

  “That’s probably safe if Creed comes home. As opposed to her bedroom.”

  “He never comes home before the sun goes down. His shop is his second woman,” I half-joked, referring to his motorcycle business located in downtown South Port. He owned and ran it along with his brother and a few other MC boys. Business was booming to say the least.

  Creed’s knowledge of motorcycles had him booked out for months. He prided himself on providing for his family. Our kids—Harley, Luke, and Owen—didn’t want for anything. Creed made sure of it.

  He was the best daddy. Nothing like his old man was.

  Between the shop, home life, and his End of the Road MC, Creed never had a moment of rest. He preferred it that way though, staying busy kept him out of trouble.

  “How’s Jackson?” I asked, referring to her oldest stepson, Jackson Pierce.

  Otherwise known as Harley’s arch nemesis.

  They’d hated each other since the first time they laid eyes on one another. Who could out prank the other was a running theme between the two of them. Through the years, they’d put us through the ringer.

  From Jackson putting gum in Harley’s hair, to Harley kicking him in the nuts, to God knows what else. They had no limits. There were no boundaries between them. Constantly battling each other any way they could think of.

  I still remember Skyler showing me the surveillance from the nanny cam at the Pierce residence of when he’d put gum in her hair a few years back.

  “Hey, Harley, you have something in your hair,” Jackson told her.

  “I do?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Where?”

  “Right here.”

  Seconds later, an ear-piercing shriek vibrated off the speakers of her phone.

  “Jackson Pierce! You put gum in my hair!”

  “No, that’s what was in your hair.”

  “You’re such a liar!”

  “Relax, it’s just gum.”

  “I’m going to have to cut my hair now!”

  “Maybe it will make your face look better.”

  She gasped. “There is nothing wrong with my face!”

  “Yeah, if you’re into ugly girls.”

  “I am not ugly!”

  “Says who, your parents? They’re supposed to say stuff like that.”

  Harley gasped again before screaming, “I hate you!”

  “Yeah, well, it’s mutual. Here, I’ll help you cut your hair.”

  “Get away from me!”

  It took me hours to get the gum out of her hair with peanut butter. That wasn’t even the worst of it. I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times we’d grounded Harley up to this point, but it never mattered. I swear it just gave her more time to come up with her next retaliation on him.

  Although, it always fell upon me to discipline her when it came to Jackson, Creed didn’t bat an eye. If anything…

  He was proud as fuck of her.

  Where do you think she learned how to kick him in the balls?

  My husband was like having a fourth child. However, I loved him with every last part of my soul. He was mine.

  Past.

  Present.

  Forever.

  Before she could reply, Harley hollered, “Mom!”

  “Give me a second, honey!”

  “But, Mom I need ya now!”

  “Alright, Camila, I gotta go.”

  “Me too. The boys just got home. Talk soon.”

  “Bye.” I hung up.

  “MOM!”

  “Oh my God, Harley!” I shouted in response, walking down the hall toward the living room. “Why all the screaming?”

  “Cuz you said dad wasn’t comin’ home till later tonight! We’d be safe from him, so we could study!”

  I rounded the corner, coming into the living room, “He isn’t, honey. You’re safe from your dad,” I expressed, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw him sitting there.

  Cocky.

  Pissed.

  Looking all Creed like with his cut on, Glock showing, with a snide grin and intoxicating eyes…

  Glaring directly at me.

  Our intense stares locked. He didn’t hesitate, speaking with conviction, calling me by his nickname for me since I was nine years old.

  “You ain’t, Pippin.”

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  Creed

  Mia Jameson.

  Mia ‘fuckin’ Jameson.

  Even after all these years, she was still a pain in my fuckin’ ass.

  Except now, I had two fuckin’ hurricanes destroying everything in their fuckin’ path in the form of my old lady and my baby girl.

  Mia’s eyes went wide, looking fuckin’ beautiful. “Oh, shit,” she muttered.

  “My thoughts exactly,” I snarled, shifting my glare over to the teenage motherfucker sitting next to my baby.

  “Dad…” Harley coaxed in an uneasy tone. “Be nice…”

  “I’m always nice.”

  “Daddy, we’re just studyin’. Look.” She held up her Advanced Geometry book.

  I didn’t waver, eyeing only Cash McGraw with my hand over my gun. “Even your old man’s badge won’t protect you from me, boy.”

  “Creed!” Mia reprimanded.

  “Sir, I’d never hurt Harley,” Cash contended for what felt like the hundredth time. “She’s my best friend.”

  “Her momma was my best friend too, but that didn’t stop me from makin’ her mine. Did it?”

  “It ain’t like that between us.”

  “Better stay that way, boy. Your dick goes near her, I’ll shoot it the fuck off.”

  “Dad!”

  Mia grabbed ahold of Harley and Cash’s arms. “Why don’t you guys head to the library on your bikes? Here’s some money.”

  “But, Mom—”

  “Do you see your father’s face? Go, now.”

  She grumbled, “Cash, let’s go before my daddy chops yo
ur balls off.”

  “Harley!”

  “What?” She shrugged, pointing to me. “That’s what he says. I’m just repeatin’ Daddy’s words.”

  Damn fuckin’ straight she was.

  Mia shook her head, but I didn’t pay her any mind. I was too busy plotting McGraw’s boy’s death.

  For some reason that I couldn’t fuckin’ fathom, the Good Ol’ Boys thought their kids were fair game for my baby girl. Like they could all be friends, and without consequences if they so much as looked at her in the wrong way.

  Don’t get me wrong, we were all on good terms, so long as their boys kept their dick in their pants. Cash could see it in my eyes, I wasn’t fuckin’ around. I wouldn’t think twice about putting him to ground.

  As soon as Mia walked back into the room, after shoving them out the door, I stated, “My cock ain’t gonna suck itself, sweetheart.”

  Her mouth dropped open.

  “Now get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

  “You arrogant asshole!”

  “Not gonna say it again, Pippin. You’re up to no good, yeah?”

  “No,” she sternly stated, looking me straight in the eyes.

  “Think ya can lie to me? Think I wouldn’t have fuckin’ found out? Walk me through your thought process, babe. Please, fuckin’ enlighten me.”

  “I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” she replied, shaking her head. Crossing her arms over her chest, causing her tits to pop out at the seams of her yellow summer dress.

  My cock twitched at the sight of her.

  “I didn’t lie to you.”

  “Ya didn’t exactly tell me the truth either. Not gonna ask again, Mia. Did you think I wouldn’t have found out?”

  She sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to let up until I got a straight answer.

  “What am I supposed to do? You remember how I was raised, right? Of course, you do. You’re the guy my parents tried to keep me away from, remember?”

  “You of all people can understand my protection over Harley. I don’t want her fallin’ in love wit’ a motherfucker like me. Ya feel me?”

  “Creed, the more you shelter her, the more she’s going to want to rebel. Ya feel me?”

  “No, but I will.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Before the last word even left her mouth, I was in her face. Gripping onto her ass, hard.

  “Ow! Creed!”

  In two seconds flat, I was lifting her up my body, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “Now, do ya feel me?” I patronized, rocking her hips against my bulge. “Don’t got anythin’ to sass at me, do ya? Not when your pussy is dry fuckin’ my cock.”

  She swallowed hard, waiting for my next move.

  “Yeah… that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” I added, backing her into the wall.

  I was over this fuckin’ bullshit. These little punk ass kids trying to piss on my territory. I needed to shut that shit down really fucking quick. Ain't gonna happen.

  Not now.

  Not ever.

  “I protect Harley’s guy friends from you.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah, that’s right.”

  “Then who’s gonna protect you from me?”

  “I don’t need protection from you, Creed Jameson.”

  “Is that right?” I repeated, mirroring her loving stare.

  “Yeah, I’m your girl. Been your girl for as long as I can remember.”

  “No, sweetheart, you’re my old lady. Who’s bein’ a pain in my fuckin’ ass. Let me handle my business, Mia.”

  “Stop bossing me around.”

  “Stop fussin’ like you don’t want me to. We both know how wet this is makin’ your silk fuckin’ panties,” I mocked, smacking her ass for good measure.

  “You’re such an asshole!” She tried to push me away, but I didn’t move an inch.

  “Babe, we both know… if I want in, I’m gettin’ in.”

  I smiled, cocking my head to the side. Getting closer to her face, I started kissing my way from the corner of her lips, down to her chin and neck. Working my way toward her tits that were just as eager for my touch.

  She unconsciously moaned, unable to help it. It’s what I always did to her.

  Made her wet.

  Come.

  Love me.

  “I should spank your ass raw for this stunt you pulled,” I growled. Never once letting up on my sweet torture of rocking my hard cock against her pussy. “Who do ya think you’re fuckin’ wit’, Pippin? I know everythin’, especially when it comes to my property.”

  “Your property, huh?”

  Hiking her a little higher, I unzipped my jeans and stroked my cock.

  I always loved her this way…

  At my mercy.

  Since the first time I claimed her on my motorcycle when she was Harley’s age.

  I straddled my bike with Mia now on my lap, yanking her closer, molding us into one person and kissing her as if my life depended on it. She moaned into my mouth. I groaned into hers as I fisted her hair by the nook of her neck. My other hand glided down the side of her breast to the seam of her panties.

  “Please,” she begged against my lips.

  I roughly jerked her hair back to look into my eyes. Fighting an internal battle, she wanted to win so fucking bad.

  She rocked her hips, pleading with me through her lust-filled glare.

  Baiting me.

  Tempting me.

  Doing whatever she could for me to touch her. When she felt my fingers slide her panties over, gliding them into her pussy.

  She swallowed hard.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet. I did this to you. Me,” I growled, continuing to work her clit.

  She leaned into kiss me again, but I pulled her hair back harder, wanting her to stay right where I wanted her, spread wide open for me.

  “Feels good, yeah?” I raspingly taunted.

  “Yes…”

  “Here?” I provoked, pushing harder against her g-spot. “Come on my fingers, Mia. Wanna feel your tight, sweet fuckin’ pussy.”

  Her body erupted in a fit of spasms, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her breathing hitched. Panting out my fuckin’ name. I pulled her close, kissing her.

  “Eyes on me,” I demanded.

  She opened her hooded gaze, trying to catch her bearings.

  I took a long, hard look at her and spoke with conviction, “Only I can make you fuckin’ come like that. And now I’m gonna make you come on my cock. No more bullshit between us. You want to be kissed, touched, fucked,” I groaned against her lips. “Then I fuck you. I’m claimin’ you, Pippin. You’re fuckin’ mine.”

  “You remember the first time I made you mine?”

  “I’ve always been yours.”

  And she was.

  She always had been.

  “I know,” I stated, grinning like a fuckin’ fool. “Nothin’s changed since then… always doin’ what you want, never fuckin’ listenin’ to a word I say. No matter how many damn times I fuckin’ tell you, it’s always done in Mia’s way.”

  She giggled. “At least I’m consistent.”

  She pushed me too far over the edge this time. I was going to have my way with her, exactly how I wanted to.

  Gliding her panties to the side, I slid the tip of my cock into her warm, welcoming heat.

  “Creed, I love you.”

  “I bet you do, sweetheart.”

  “Please…”

  “Please, what?”

  “Forgive me for being a bad girl.”

  In one hard thrust, I slammed my cock into her pussy. “Fuck…” I groaned in a low, rumbling tone. “How you always feel this fuckin’ good?”

  Seconds later, I was thrusting in and out of her in a slow, tortuous rhythm that had her coming undone. Making it much easier to fuck her the way I wanted. The slapping sound of my balls against her ass cheeks with each hard thrust echoed off the walls.

>   I leaned forward, brushing her hair to the side of her neck. Giving me access to kiss and lick her overly heated, sensitive skin.

  I knew what she liked.

  What she loved.

  What she craved.

  I fuckin’ taught her.

  “Please…” she shamelessly begged, pleading with me to give her what she wanted.

  “Please, yeah? What do ya want? Want me to touch you, here?” I taunted, my fingers rubbing her clit. Leaving nothing but desire in my wake. Purposely trying to drive her fuckin’ insane.

  “Oh God,” she panted, her legs trembling while her cunt gripped onto my dick like a goddamn vice.

  “Please… please… don’t stop… please…”

  And right when she was about to explode like a fuckin’ volcano, I pulled out.

  Dropping her ass down to the ground.

  My balls throbbed and my cock ached to be back inside her, but that wasn’t the point in this sudden lesson.

  I grinned, gazing down at her while she peered up at me through dark, hooded eyes.

  “This is bullshit!”

  “No, what’s bullshit is you lyin’ to me ‘bout my baby girl.”

  “Our baby girl.”

  “If you ever wanna come again, don’t fuckin’ try me. Ya feel me?”

  Meaning every last word.

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  No Man’s Land by MariaLisa deMora

  Introduction

  Members of the Incoherent MC are no strangers to the pull and tug of disagreements with other clubs in their territory. But waking awash in the bloody aftermath of war’s opening salvo wasn’t typical.

  After the slaughter of Hitch’s brothers, he has two goals.

  One, keep breathing long enough to avenge them.

  Two, learn all there is to know about the angel who saved his life.

  Talia had successfully wedged her way into the fringes of her brother Ewell’s motorcycle club despite his attempts to keep her out. Her EMT skills come into play more often than she’d like, and when the IMC, a friendly rival club, asks the Jailbreakers MC for a favor, Ewell—and Talia—can’t turn them down. Even if the aftermath means Talia could be drawn into the maelstrom of war between clubs.

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