by Brook Wilder
She was a fucking gorgeous sight.
“Come here,” she said softly, her heavy-lidded eyes on me.
I straddled the motorcycle, using the concrete wall behind me to lean back as she climbed onto my lap, lowering herself onto me. “Damn,” I said with a shake of my head. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“For you,” she gasped as she slid all the way home.
I closed my eyes, my hands on her hips as we sat there, allowing her to adjust to my raging-hard cock. It was going to be a short ride this time, but I would keep her up all night after the club meeting.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
She shifted her hips and slowly started her rhythm, her head thrown back as I touched her roughly, cupping her breast. It was hard for me to understand why a woman like her would want to be with an asshole like me, but I was grateful she did. Kris had changed my life and I never wanted to live without her.
She picked up the pace and I lifted my hips to slam into her, bringing her to another orgasm quickly. My fingers dug into her skin as I started to feel my own heaviness, her body sliding up and down on my cock and teasing me to my own ending.
Shit.
With a groan, I gripped her hips and came inside her with a roar, slowing her. “Kris.”
“Rex,” she whispered, collapsing against me and pressing a kiss on my bare shoulder. “God, I love you so much.”
I gathered her close, my heart thundering in my ears. I needed to find that fucking ring and put it on her finger to let her know I had no intentions of ever letting her go.
I wanted to hold onto her like this the rest of my days.
“You have to go,” she said after a moment. “Or you’re going to be late.”
I sighed into her hair, knowing she was right. “You think I can go bare assed?”
“Oh my god,” she laughed. “You are too much.”
I grinned and helped her disentangle from my arms so she could look for her clothes. “You love it.”
Kris flashed me a grin. “You know I do.”
Climbing off the bike, I reached for my jeans.
Chapter 2
Kristina
I practically floated up the stairs to the house, inserting my key and pushing the door open. The blast of cold air greeted me, and I sighed, allowing it to cool my sweaty body.
“Get out of the way. You’re letting all the cold air out.”
I stepped aside and Rex came in, patting my ass as he did so. The glow of the sex in the shop was still around us and I had felt something shift between us, something that could make this thing permanent.
When I had first gotten with Rex, I hadn’t expected anything to come out of our relationship, not sure what he was looking for. For a while there, I’d thought maybe I was using him, giving me a reason to forget what my ex and his friends tried to do to me.
But then my feelings for him rapidly became stronger and suddenly I found myself head over heels in love with my hardened biker.
And he was in love with me, too. I couldn’t believe it. Rex was the most caring, level-headed guy I knew, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
I shut the door and followed him into our bedroom, a sudden lump of emotion in my throat. Our second anniversary was almost upon us, and I wanted to do something nice for him, something to show him how much I not only loved him, but that I appreciated him as well.
Of course, I couldn’t just buy us a bike, too. But like I told him earlier, I was good at other things.
Rex was stripping off his jeans when his ring tone filled the air and I rooted around the drawers for a clean set of clothes for him, knowing he was already late.
“What? You’re shitting me, right? When? How? Yeah, I’m on my way, just throwing on some clothes. I will be there shortly.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing the look on his face. “What happened?”
Rex pushed a hand through his hair roughly. “Harold is dead.”
I stood here as he took the clothes out of my hands, shrugging them on over his oil covered body. “What?”
“He’s dead,” Rex repeated, his voice flat. “Heart attack an hour ago.”
I swallowed as I watched Rex force his feet into his boots, thinking of Harold’s wife and children. Harold was a large man who was always joking around, running the Jesters with a kind but firm hand. I had grown to love both him and his family, and his presence was going to be greatly missed. “I’m so sorry, Rex.”
Rex gave a shrug as he slid his gun holster on before covering it with his Jester vest, looking nothing like the laughing man in the garage. “Stay here. With Harold dead, God knows what will happen or who they will target. You got your gun?”
I nodded, feeling numb. “I will be okay. I promise.”
Rex walked toward the door, stopping to press his lips against my forehead before he was gone.
I bit at my fingernail, fighting to keep the emotions running through my body under control as I listened to his bike roaring away to the club, toward his brothers.
After checking my gun that I kept in my top drawer, I padded barefoot to the kitchen, the earlier happiness now extinguished with the news. With Harold dead, there would be a special election for the next president and Rex would be in that discussion. Harold had been grooming him to take over one day, though no one thought it would be this soon.
And I wasn’t sure I was ready for Rex to do that.
Blowing out a breath, I reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few sips of the cold liquid to wet my throat. If Rex was elected president, everything would change.
It already had. Ever since Rex had gotten more involved in the club, his time at home was shorter. The club was all he talked about, and our time together was spent with other members and their girls, not alone like they used to be.
I missed our alone time. Today in the garage was one of the first time in months we had been alone outside the house and my heart ached as I thought about the fun we had together today, the connection we had rekindled.
All for nothing.
“No,” I whispered, placing the bottle on the table. I wasn’t about to just give up. That flame, the precious flame between us wouldn’t be extinguished just like that. He would come home, and we would continue where we had left off.
I could feel it. I had to hold onto hope.
Chapter 3
Kristina
Rex didn’t come home until well after midnight, the smell of whiskey on his breath. He undressed and slid into bed with a sigh. “You shouldn’t be awake, Kris.”
I propped my head on my hand as I looked at him. “Why not?”
“Because,” he said, reaching for me. “It’s late.”
“I was waiting for you.”
Rex tucked my head into the curve of his arm, his hand resting on my hip. “Go to sleep.”
I swallowed, hearing how tired he sounded. “Rex. I want to get more involved in the Jesters.” I had thought about it while he was at the club house, thinking that if I could have a part in their club meetings, or even in some of their rides, then it might bring us closer together.
Especially if he was going to be president.
“No.”
I lifted my head, surprised. “What? Why not?”
He didn’t look at me, tucking his hands behind his head and staring at the dark ceiling. “Because. The last thing I need is for you to be put into any danger. Being a Jester is fucking dangerous, Kris. It’s not for the faint-hearted.”
Faint-hearted? He thought I was soft? Didn’t he remember what I had gone through, what I had survived?
“But I want to help,” I tried again, feeling like I was fighting a losing battle. “Please, let me help you.”
“I said no,” he shot back, turning away from me. “That’s my final answer. Go to sleep, Kris. It’s gonna be a rough couple of days.”
I stared at his back, wondering where
in the hell this all had gone wrong. He didn’t trust me enough to be part of his little club. He didn’t think I could handle it.
He thought me weak.
Turning away from him, I tucked myself into a ball, grasping at my pillow with my fist. This was ridiculous. He was grieving and stressed.
He would change his mind.
Chapter 4
Kristina
The next day, I wandered into a bike store alone, determined to get last night out of my mind. I’d lost my helmet earlier and it was time for a new one. Rex had left early to attend the called election, his expression somber. After last night, I wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but I didn’t necessarily like it all that much.
It went beyond normal grief and withdrawal.
It was like I didn’t exist in his world now. I wanted to be part of his life in all facets, to be by his side whether or not he became president, but Rex was clear he didn’t want me there.
I didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Can I help you?”
I looked over to find a woman with average height, her dark hair pulled up in a hasty bun on top of her head. Her shrewd eyes gave me a once over, curiosity in their depths. “Um sure. I’m looking for a helmet.”
“Well we have a lot of them,” she said, gesturing to the wall before me. “You want a hot pink one?”
I pursed my lips, shaking my head. “No, I’m not a hot pink kind of girl. I just want something that will keep my head from splitting open on the asphalt.”
A rusty laugh escaped her. “Well, sorry. I’m usually good at reading people but I got that shit wrong today.” She stuck out her hand. “Opal.”
“Kristina,” I said, shaking her hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Opal answered with a smile, releasing my hand to pull down a dull silver helmet. “It’s not pretty, but if you want to protect that blonde head of yours, this will do the job.”
I took the helmet from her, turning it this way and that. I was used to people thinking I was some sort of girly girl. My dirty blonde hair always gave them the wrong impression. Sure, I liked to put on makeup and dress up every once and a while, but most days I would rather be in my jeans and tank tops.
“You part of a biker club?”
I looked at Opal, feeling the squeeze in my chest. I wanted to be. I wanted to be with Rex, to support him. “No,” I said. “I’m not.”
She took the helmet from me and placed it back on the shelf. “Yeah me neither. Not enough clubs want women in their mix unless we sleep with them. Me? I don’t want a man in my bed right now. I got two kids already. Don’t need a third.”
I smirked, not sure if she meant another kid or a man acting like a kid. “But,” Opal continued as she pulled another helmet down for me to examine. “Someone will form a club one day for gals like us, and then we’ll show those boys they aren’t shit.”
An idea sparked in my brain. “A all women club?”
Opal nodded. “I’ve even got a road name picked out. Mama Bear, for my two rug rats.”
A woman’s club. If Rex wasn’t going to initiate me into the Jesters, then maybe I needed to find my own way. Maybe that was what I should have done all along. “I’d be interested.”
“You would?”
I nodded, feeling a spurt of excitement at the thought. “But why don’t you start one yourself?”
She eyed me with a measuring look. “You don’t have kids, do you?”
I shook my head.
She sighed. “They’re my world, now. I have my thoughts in this old head, but no time to see them through.” She gave me a smile. “That’s okay, though. Little rug rats are worth every bit of me.”
I bit my lip, my mind racing with possibilities. I could do this. I could form my own club, one exclusively for women. “But you’d join… if someone… stepped up?”
Her smile grew, a glint in her eyes. “You thinking about stepping up?”
“Maybe,” I said, my gaze on hers, feeling the growing connection between us. “You think we could recruit pretty well?”
Opal snapped back to business in an instant. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I know some women who would be more than interested. But you know the men would never take us seriously,” she said, disgust in her voice. “But I don’t care. I’m tired of playing second fiddle to their little clubs. They only want us for one thing anyway.”
I thought back to Rex’s insistence I didn’t belong in the Jesters. She was right. He wanted me nowhere near the club business nor did he want me to be a member. I was a woman, not a man. It had nothing to do with the fact that we were sleeping together.
It was because they saw us as inferior, worthless other than to warm their beds.
“Here,” Opal said, pushing a scrap of paper at me. “If you do decide to go through with it, give me a call. I want in.”
I took the paper, tucking it into my jeans. “I will. Thanks for the advice.”
She gave me a nod as she tucked the hot pink helmet back on the shelf. “Anytime.”
Chapter 5
Kristina
Nearly giddy with happiness, I made my way back home, a thousand ideas blossoming in my mind. I would ask Rex his opinion and maybe this would pull us back together. Even if nothing came of this, if he thought I was serious about this, then maybe he would let me into his world.
I passed his bike in the drive, then hurried up the stairs, finding him sitting at the kitchen table, a beer in front of him.
“Where have you been?” he asked lightly, his eyes on me.
“Looking for a helmet,” I said in a rush.
He made a sound before letting out a slow breath. “There’s gonna be a vote tonight at the club house.”
“Oh,” I said, the single word escaping me before I could pull it back. He didn’t look very happy. “Do you think you’ll win.”
Rex picked up the beer and took a long draw off the bottle. “There’s a good chance.”
I walked over cautiously, laying a hand on his strong shoulder. “Harold would want you to be at the helm if he couldn’t be. They will be lucky to have you as their President.”
He shrugged off my touch, pushing away from the table to stand and I found myself worried about him. The look on his face was unlike anything I had seen before.
Sliding close to him, I laid my hand on his chest. “Rex, look at me.”
He looked down and my heart squeezed painfully at the conflicted emotions in his gaze. “You got this.”
Rex’s jaw worked and I waited for him to say something in agreement or defense of my words. Something was eating at him, something big and I didn’t know how to fix it.
So, I did what I knew worked best between us. Trailing my hand down his body, I cupped him through his jeans. “So, do I get the honor of sleeping with the next Rough Jester’s President?”
Rex pushed my hand away. “I don’t have time for that, Kris. We’ll be throwing a little shindig after. I’ll see you then.”
My mouth dropped open and I scrambled to pull myself back together as he walked toward the door. Rex had never, ever turned down sex before. “Do you know when I should head over?”
He stopped, his hand on the knob. “I don’t know. I’ll tell you.”
And then he was gone.
For a moment I stood there, unable to comprehend what had just happened between us. Rex was not himself. This was not the man who had fucked me on the back of my motorcycle just yesterday. No, this man now had the world on his shoulders, the weight of his new position affecting not only him, but this relationship that was so precious to me.
Turning away, tears stung my eyes, and I didn’t bother to blink them back. I was losing him. I couldn’t lose him. Rex was everything to me. Rex was my life, my heart, my future.
Or at least I had thought so before today.
“Pull it together, Kris,” I whispered to myself, walking to the empty bedroom. This wa
s just a temporary hurdle between us, nothing different than other transitions we’d faced before. I could wait.
I could wait.
Chapter 6
Kristina
My face felt like it was going to split from smiling so much, holding up my beer for yet another toast to Rex and his new title. He stood next to me, his arm around my waist, squeezing it every now and again. I couldn’t wait to get him alone and show him how proud I was of him, what he had become, and what that meant for us in the future.
