Lucky Bastards (Grim Bastards MC)

by Emily Minton

  “Hey, baby,” I say as soon as I click talk.

  “Hi, Daddy,” Kaylee’s sweet voice answers.

  Hearing her voice washes away all the shit from the last few days. It reminds me of home, of the life I live, and the life I would put on the line to keep. Her, my boys, Addy, and my club mean the world to me.

  “Does Granny Lettie know you’re using her phone?” I ask as I toe off my boots, kicking them away from the bed.

  Kaylee is a phone thief and has been since she was a toddler. She takes everyone’s she can get her hands on and calls everyone she knows. Even as a little kid, she somehow figured out how to find the contacts. I’d find her toddling around the house talking to one of the brothers, babbling baby talk that no one could understand.

  “She said I could call you,” she answers quickly, letting me know she is fibbing. “When are you and Mommy coming home?”

  Leaning against the headboard, I cross my feet at the ankles. “We’ll be home tomorrow, but it will be late, so we may not pick you up till the next morning.”

  “No, I want to go home tomorrow,” she pouts, adding a little whine to her voice. “Please, Daddy.”

  Knowing she is on the edge of throwing one of her signature fits, I play peacemaker. “If you quit pouting, daddy will take you fishing this weekend.”

  “Pinky promise?” I hear the excitement in her voice and know that I’m going to take her fishing no matter what.

  “Promise, Kaylee,” I say, giving her my vow. “Now, you need to get to bed. I love you, sweet girl.”

  After getting the words back, I end the call. As soon as I do, I hear the shower turn off. Standing up from the bed, I toss my phone onto the nightstand and walk across the room. Just as I go to grab the knob, the bathroom door opens. My old lady is standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around her otherwise naked body. Picturing the treasures hidden under that towel causes my cock to become unbelievably hard.

  A cocky smile spreads across my face as I take in her curves. “Come on, baby. Let’s celebrate.”

  “What are we celebrating?” she asks, letting the towel drop to the floor.

  I’m not going to tell her about my dad’s letter or the trouble the club has been having. It’s over and done now; no reason for her to worry. Instead, I just bring her still damp body against mine and kiss her, deeply and with all the love I feel.

  When I finally pull my lips from her, I say, “Life, baby, let’s celebrate the fact that we’re still breathing, and we are doing it together.”

  EPILOGUE

  Addy

  I walk into the clubhouse, trying to loosen up my sore muscles. As much as I love riding on the back of Brew’s bike, I’m not used to doing it for such a long period of time. All I want to do now is strip out of these sweaty clothes and take a hot shower. Actually, a cold shower sounds even better. Instead, it’s time to party. Tonight, we have something to celebrate.

  Today was a great day, a really fucking great day. Our club raised over ten thousand dollars during the first annual Patricia Slade Cancer Run. It was so good to see a smile on Trix’s face again. Even though we are all exhausted from the cancer run, it was well worth it just to see her smile. Not only did we raise a lot of money for breast cancer awareness, but we had a great time doing it. We rode for miles and miles in the summer sun, but I’d do it all over again today just to see her spirits so high.

  “That was fun, and I’m really glad we did it, but my ass is hurting now,” Trix says, followed by a husky laugh. “I used to spend hours on end riding with Boz, but now, after only a day, I’m so sore that I can barely move.”

  I smile as she echoes my thoughts. “I’m feeling the same way.”

  Looking around the common room, I see that tonight is going to be a wild night. The sounds of laughter and music can probably be heard for miles. Brew is already standing at the bar with a few of the other brothers, each with a shot in their hand. Even Cam has a shot, causing me to cringe just a bit.

  At twenty, he is technically too young to be drinking, but he’s a biker like his dad. He really doesn’t worry about what is legal. He is wearing a prospect cut, but he will be a full member soon. Like Brew, he is protective of his family and the club. One day, he will be stepping into Brew’s role as Sergeant at Arms, protecting the club on a daily basis.

  As his aunt, the only mother he has ever really known, I often worry about him. A part of me wishes he had went to college and got a safe desk job. Another part of me, the biker babe part, is glad he chose the biker lifestyle. He will always be surrounded by family, the good times and the bad. Not to mention, the Grim Bastards is in his blood and he wouldn’t be happy doing anything else with his life.

  He isn’t the only one with a new prospect cut. Brew’s nephew, Logan, is also sporting one. He showed up on our doorstep the day after his eighteenth birthday. He said he was tired of being around his fucked up family. He wanted something real, a new family that would always have his back. At first, Brew wasn’t sure he would fit in with the club, but it didn’t take long for his nephew to change his mind. Now, he is known as Low and, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was raised at the club like the other kids. In fact, I now consider him one of my kids. He may call me Aunt Addy, but he treats me more like a mom.

  Giving Lisa a break after watching our younger children all day, they are all spending the night with one of the old ladies, one that is pregnant and not able to handle such a long ride. Since she couldn’t be there for the club on the back of her old man’s bike, she took the younger kids for the night. Considering she gave this offer to every member of the club, she ended up watching seventeen children. Luckily, Scarlett came home from college to help out. Not to mention, Kaylee and Fiona are old enough to lend a hand when needed.

  “Looks like our men are having a good time,” Trix says, an edge to her voice. “Too good for my liking.”

  I take my eyes from Cam and Low, bringing my gaze back to Brew. The easy snatch that is always hanging around the club are circling all the men. A club whore is standing to his right, her hand resting on his bulging bicep. He is looking at her, but his gaze is not filled with the same lust that I’m sure could be seen in hers. Brew is friendly with the club whores, more friendly than I sometimes like, but he would never cross the line. He’s mine, and he knows I do not like to share.

  “I’m thinking it’s time we remind these bitches that those men are taken,” I say, motioning for Trix to follow me.

  She nods, matching my stride. “Hell, yeah.”

  By the time we get to our men, Gidget and Pru are already standing beside their men. Us old ladies are used to this shit. It’s just gotten worse since Brew used some of his inheritance for down payments to purchase strip clubs. It was the right thing to do, not just for the club, but for all of us. The money that comes from them has sure helped out, even if the women hang around here more than we’d like.

  All of our men are hot, and it doesn’t hurt that each one wears an officer patch, so we all have to deal with these biker bunnies slobbering all over them. The four of us look at each other then we all shoot the club whores a glare. The bitches look a bit uncomfortable, but none of them move. Over the years, most of the girls have learned not to mess with us, but there are always a few that do not have the brains to realize when they are heading towards the danger zone.

  “I think it’s time y’all go find some dicks to latch onto, some that don’t have an old lady that is already attached to them,” Trix says, proving she still has the same fire in her that she did when she was younger.

  Before any of the club whores can respond, Brew pulls me into his side. “Wondered where you ran off to, Red.”

  Ignoring everyone else, I lean up and give him a quick kiss before answering, “It takes me a little longer to brush off the road dust than it does you.”

  “Are you hurting?” he asks with a smile, running his hand over my ass and massaging the tender flesh.

  “A little,�
� I reply, not wanting him to know just how sore I really am. “I’m about to head up to your room and jump in the shower.”

  Brew leans down, nuzzling his cheek against my neck before whispering in my ear, “Want me to join you?”

  Suddenly my pain is forgotten, replaced by a wave of lust. “Well, I am going to be wet and slippery. I may be in need of a little assistance.”

  “Don’t say shit like that to me when I’m standing here with my brothers. You know anytime I think about you being naked it causes my dick to get hard,” he says before lightly biting the edge of my ear and then pulling away.

  When I look up at him, I see the devilish gleam in his eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s go get naked.”

  He smiles again as he says, “Go on. I’ll be up in a minute. I need to hang out a minute and make sure all our guests are keeping their shit tight.”

  My eyes automatically go to the room, scanning all the occupants. The common room is filled to the rafters, all the brothers from the other Grim Bastards’ charters are here. We even have visiting clubs here, including Riot MC from Indiana and the Savage Outlaws from Kentucky. I know most of the guys, but there are a few that are strangers to me. With so many bikers in one place, anything could happen. Brew’s right; he can’t leave, not until he knows things are going to run smoothly.

  “That’s fine, but you shouldn’t wait too long, or I may start without you,” I threaten, sending him a wink.

  Pulling out of Brew’s embrace, I walk over to where Trix is now standing with Bowie, the visiting President of the Savage Outlaws. They both have a pool stick in their hands and are playfully bickering while Bowie’s old lady watches with a huge smile on her lips.

  “I figured you already learned your lesson a long time ago about playing pool with Trix,” I say to Bowie, trying my best not to laugh.

  “You would think so, but it’s hard to say no to a chick with an ass like hers,” he says, a half grin of his own on his face. “I get to see a lot of it when she is taking her shots.”

  “I should be offended by that,” his old lady says, not losing her smile.

  “Babe,” he starts with a shake of his head. “You know I’m an ass man. I like to look, but yours is the only ass I touch.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Van, VP of Riot MC says, coming to stand at my side. “There is nothing wrong with looking, maybe even fantasizing a little.”

  His old lady comes within ear shot just as the words leave his mouth, and she completely loses her shit. “You fantasize about other women?”

  They go back and forth for a few minutes, doing it in a way that lets me know they do this often and enjoy every minute of it. Like Trix, Van’s old lady is a biker princess. Her dad is President of Riot MC, so she knows bikers. She also knows how to throw shit, just as good as her husband does.

  I watch for a minute or two more, enjoying the show, and then head toward the hallway. As soon as I get there, I turn back to the common room and look around. It’s amazing to see so many people I love in one place. It is even more amazing to see my best friend happy and healthy again. Most importantly, it is beyond amazing to see Brew still standing at the bar with his friends and knowing that he loves me with all his heart. I smile to myself, turning around and heading down the hall, knowing I love him with all my heart too.

  The End

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  As he looks into my eyes, my mind automatically drifts back to the one kiss we shared, and my tongue snakes out to wet my lips. He mumbles something under his breath then lowers his mouth to mine. As soon as his lips touch mine, my body tightens with interest. I kiss him back, enjoying his taste. Moaning into his mouth, I slide my tongue against his, and my body shivers with excitement. Van pulls away, ending the kiss sooner than I would like.

  The man in question looks between Van and me with a drunken smile on his face. “Fuck, brother. Tito is gonna kill you.”

  Van looks down at me then back to his friend. “We all gotta die sometime, man. I may just as well have some fun on the way out.”

  I lean even closer to Van, plastering myself to his side, not even bothering to pretend I don’t understand what he’s talking about. Dad is gonna be pissed, but that is not gonna stop me from crawling into Van’s bed tonight. I’ve been fighting the urge for over a week. I’m done fighting the urge.

  Van stands up, pulling me with him. “We’re going to my room, and I’m gonna fuck you. You good with that?”

  Feeling my pussy convulse, I nod my head. “Oh yeah.”

  Holding my hand, he leads me through the crowd. We walk down the hallway, not saying another word. When we get near the end, he lets go of my hand and pulls his keys out of his pocket. A second later, he has the door open and is pulling me inside. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, his lips are on mine again.

  Van kisses me until we are both breathless then pulls away and jerks my shirt over my head. “I’ve been dreaming about your tits since the second I set eyes on you at the airport.”

  He raises a hand and brushes his thumb over one lace-covered nipple then moves onto the other. They both stand at attention, wanting more of his touch. He slowly works his hand around me, expertly releasing the hook on my bra. As soon as I feel it come undone, I shrug it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  “Your turn,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

  He starts undressing, only taking his eyes off my breasts when they’re obstructed by his t-shirt. By the time he kicks off his boots and starts on his jeans, I am standing before him with nothing but a pair of lace panties on. He stops for just a second, bringing his hand to the lace and sliding it between my thighs, cupping my pussy.

  “I could come just thinking about being inside you,” he says, releasing his hold and grabbing the button on his jeans.

  I keep my eyes trained on him as I slide my panties off. “I’d rather wait until you did get inside me. You know, after you’ve fucked me so hard I can’t move.”

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A special thanks to Shay, Kendra, Dana, Julie and Desiree.

  Thank you for bringing our dream to life.

  We want to thank our families again. We love you all.

  EMILY MINTON

  USA Today Bestselling author Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.

  Emily loves to read and has more books on her Kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.

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  SHELLEY SPRINGFIELD

  Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn’t see herself leaving the Bluegrass State anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.

  Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of romance genres, but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.

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