Hades' Flame (Devils Rejects MC Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  Our wedding isn’t exactly traditional. Me and the guys are wearing our cuts and jeans. The bridesmaids are wearing little black dresses that Sara picked out. Our wedding colors are black and white. Simple but elegant. At least that's how Harley and Morgan put it to me.

  I see Cole take his place at the end of the aisle. All that is left is for Sara to join him and make her way to me. A few minutes go by and I am afraid something has happened, but then Romeo comes rushing down the aisle to his seat and gives me a chin lift.

  Sara didn't want the wedding march to play. She said it was too old fashioned. Instead the song I Choose You by Ryann Darling begins to play.

  Sara’s message is loud and clear. She loves me and no matter what she will always choose me.

  A knot forms in my throat when I see her take her place at her brother’s side. Her red hair stands out against the simple off-white dress she wears. It hits right above her knees but has a train that extends from the back and skirts the back of her legs.

  She’s beautiful and soon she will be all mine.

  Our eyes never waiver from one another as she makes the walk to me.

  Cole did a real solid thing today by standing up to give her away.

  I am sure it hurts and cuts deep that her own parents aren’t here.

  Today isn’t about them though. Today is a celebration of our love and my pledge to always to protect Sara.

  Till death do us part, we both recite the vows binding us together as one mind, body, and soul.

  “You may now kiss the bride,” the preacher announces.

  Sara smiles at me with such love and devotion.

  Lifting her veil, I claim her sweet mouth. Her lips part, inviting me home.

  With her is where I am always meant to be. Nothing will ever come between us.

  When we break apart a chorus of hoots and whistles erupts.

  We turn to make our exit and Sara freezes. At the back of the church stands her mom and her dad.

  “Come on, baby.” I pull her forward as well wishes are spoken from either side of us.

  I don’t know if her parents are here to bless our union or not. I frankly don’t give a damn.

  As we start to breeze past them her dad holds his arm out stopping us.

  “You look beautiful, Sara. Congratulations, sweetheart.”

  “Thanks, dad.” Her bottom lip quivers as tears threaten to run down her face.

  “I can’t say I’m happy about your choices, but you are no longer a little girl, Sara. You’re a woman now with your own family. Even though I don’t agree, I am still your mom. Don’t forget that I love you.”

  “I love you too, mom.”

  Chapter 8

  Sara

  I’m finally allowed in the Roadhouse. Now that I am a married woman and the reception is being held here.

  Moonshine and beer is flowing. A Live band is playing. My family surrounds us along with a majority of Danny’s club. I know why they are sticking around. Danny is presenting me with his property patch. I’m excited and nervous. It’s my first tattoo and what will cement me as his old lady. I wish Harley and Kenadee could be here, but their parents said no way.

  With what I am seeing, no wonder. Bikers waste no time getting wild. I am pretty sure Danny’s enforcer, Reaper is fucking someone over the pool table. I’m not judging. I can’t wait to be alone with my husband.

  The photographer snaps a few shots of Danny and me with my grandpas and my brother.

  I don’t see my parents, but at least they showed at the church. It wasn’t exactly their blessing, but it is a start.

  My Uncle, Rebel approaches us, and he extends his hand to Danny.

  “Congrats, Hades. Don’t fuck up or I will fuck you up. You feel me?”

  “I feel you. I’ll take good care of her.”

  Rebel nods and gives me a brief hug.

  The night is going by fast and we are already having our first dance.

  There is nothing like being in Danny’s arms as he holds me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. “You are so damn beautiful, Sara. As good as you look in this dress, I can’t wait to get it off you and have you all to myself. Be ready for a whole lotta lovin’.”

  “Can we skip the rest of the party and get to the naked and lovin’ part?” I grin as he cuts me off with a kiss.

  There is a tap on Danny’s shoulder and to my surprise my dad is here. “Can I cut in?”

  Danny looks apprehensive as his brows kink up and his mouth curves down, but he steps aside.

  “You’ll never know how much I regret not walking you down the aisle today. I wanted to. I had planned on it, but I wanted your mother to be there. She may not agree with your marrying Danny, but you’re my baby girl. I’ll always love and support you no matter what. And if you ever need me all you gotta do is say the word. I’ll be there. No questions. I love you, Sara. I may not tell you enough, but I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  He releases me, and I go in search of Danny and find him at the bar taking a shot with my brother.

  I’m glad they have made amends even if it is only for me.

  Cupid, Danny’s VP, stands up on a chair and clinks two beer bottles together.

  “A toast. To my Prez, Hades, may your old lady always light your fire.” He sways to the side and belches. “To his Flame, may he always ride you as hard as he rides my ass.”

  Everyone cracks up but raises their drinks.

  I shake my head and bury it in my husband’s shoulder.

  Everyone is pretty wasted.

  Except me.

  I don’t want to get sick again.

  Boogeyman with the help of Tread carries our wedding cake from the kitchen and I pray they don’t drop it. My Aunt, Chelle had it made for us as her gift.

  Our cake is red velvet with cream cheese frosting. The topper has a motorcycle and the bride dragging the groom away from it.

  Danny holds his good hand over mine as we slice the first piece of cake together. He feeds me my bite, being sweet and gentle. I however take the piece in my hand and smash it on his lips before licking it off.

  I hope things are always so easy and playful between us.

  Reaper, grabs me up all the sudden, throwing me over his shoulder as I squeal and wiggle. “Keep fighting, me, only turns me on.” He chuckles.

  I start to make a smart remark but think better of it. Reaper is scary as hell but in a sexy way. A dangerous way. I am pretty sure he kills people for a living even though Danny tells me he owns a construction company that builds porches and decks.

  I can’t picture him using a hammer to do anything but drive nails in someone’s hand.

  Reaper’s hand comes down hard on my ass once before he puts me down on the bar.

  “It’s time to get your property patch. One shot won’t hurt ya.” He reaches behind the bar and pours me a shot of tequila. Danny shakes his head but then gives me an encouraging nod.

  Reaper pours some salt on his wrist and I am afraid to know where his hands have been. I only pray the alcohol kills the germs as I lick the salt off him and slam the shot back. Danny is waiting with the lemon between his lips and I eagerly go to suck it.

  Inkman, the guy who used to do the tattoos for the Black Rebel Riders’ MC passed away and JT, one of the club members stepped into his shoes. He’s been doing tattoos all day for both clubs.

  The moment is here. Danny’s property patch will be inked on my skin forever.

  I’m nervous but I will be proud to have his name on me.

  “Where do you want it?” JT looks between me and Danny.

  Danny runs his finger along my collarbone and down onto my chest stopping right above my left breast.

  “Here.”

  JT rubs a pad of alcohol over the area then gets to work transferring the outline onto my skin. The location is perfect, it can be hidden when I want it to be and can be shown off when needed.

  I jump slightly when the tattoo gun begins to buzz.<
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  Danny squeezes my hand and kisses my temple.

  The design begins to take shape, spelling out Hades’ Flame in black curly font ink with a flame blazing beside it.

  It’s feminine and perfect.

  JT puts some gel stuff on it and gives me instructions on how to care for it.

  Cupid comes over to Danny and hands him something. It’s a leather cut and on the back, is the Devils Rejects insignia with the letters Hades’ Flame embroidered on the back.

  I get down off the bar and Danny slips the vest over my shoulders.

  I am an old lady now.

  Pride fills me as he kisses me and shows me off on the dance floor one more time before we leave for Webb Hollow.

  Chapter 9

  Danny

  I’m getting my bike ready, so Sara and I can get on the road. Tucking her small travel bag in my saddlebag, I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside her. Can’t wait to make love to her and see my name on her chest right over her titty when I do.

  Cole walks up to me carrying a satchel.

  “This came for you earlier. I figured it was better I give it to you in private. Tiny Leone sends you his well wishes. Fifty thousand of them. I don’t know what you got going on the side with him, but if it touches my sister, I won’t hesitate to fuck you up.”

  “Message received.” I nod, taking the money and stuffing it in my saddlebag. Fucking Tiny.

  Cole isn’t stupid. He knows what this money means. Why he isn’t ratting me out to his club…I don’t know. One day I will owe him for this there is no doubt about that.

  Sara walks up to us with CT on her hip. She has changed out of her dress but is still wearing her property cut. She is a walking dream as her red hair blows behind her as she is carrying our son.

  Those captivating whisky burning eyes of hers lock onto mine and I know I am a lucky bastard that she chose me. That she chose CT.

  I take CT from her and give him a kiss on the top of his head and he immediately reaches for Sara. The kid doesn’t know me like he should, but that will change soon. I’m going to give him and Sara the world even if it kills me.

  Sara dotes on him a few more minutes before Morgan comes out and takes him back in.

  “Saturday, I’ll drive him down. Grunt is bringing your stuff down with the moonshine delivery in a few days. Drive safe, you two.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  He lifts his chin at me and gives Sara a final hug.

  I hand Sara her helmet once they break apart.

  Starting up my bike, I’m eager to get on the road.

  My blushing bride climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms snuggly around my waist.

  As we ride down the highway away from her family, I smile knowing that every mile we travel is one mile closer to our new life together.

  When we cross the border to Tennessee a weight lifts from my shoulders.

  It feels good to be back in my own territory.

  The edge of twilight is upon us as we pull up to the house. I know Sara can’t tell much about it now, but tomorrow when she sees it in the daylight, I hope she likes the job the guys did painting it for her.

  I know when I came back from Tiny’s and announced Marek and Harper’s death and that I was in charge the guys who stayed with me were unsure. I lost some members. They either went nomad or transferred to a different chapter. Those who stayed still don’t fully trust me but every day I am a step closer to making this club one they can be proud to call home.

  Parking under the carport, I shut off my bike.

  I help Sara take her helmet off.

  “Wait here,” I order.

  I rush to get the door unlocked and open, so I can carry her in properly.

  Sara hooks an arm around my neck as I scoop her up.

  “Fuck, I love you,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “I love you most.”

  “Close your eyes. No peeking.”

  “Fine,” she grumbles sticking her bottom lip out, tempting me to bite it.

  “Welcome home,” I announce, setting her down once we are through the kitchen door that is right off the carport. The kitchen has newer appliances and one of Reaper’s guys from his crew was able to refurbish the cabinets.

  Sara’s eyes widen as her mouth stretches into the biggest smile.

  “This is ours, for real?”

  “Yeah. Take a look around. I’m going to grab our stuff.”

  What I don’t say is, “Be right back, I gotta hide the cash Tiny gave me for the job I am about to do. A job you’d hate me for.” Guilt pricks at my insides but I push the feeling down as I shove the satchel of money in the outdoor grill and quietly close the lid.

  I’ll put it in the clubhouse safe later.

  Right now, I have one thing on my mind.

  I find Sara in the nursery. Terror doesn’t like many people to know that he can paint as good as Bob Ross. He painted a mural of a forest with realistic animals on the largest wall of the room

  “Wow, Danny. I don’t know what to say. Everything looks great. This is so perfect and beautiful.”

  “You can change whatever you don’t like…”

  She cuts me off with a kiss. Her tongue eagerly seeking mine out.

  “Danny…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think we have done enough talking, don’t you?” She nips at my bottom lip.

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I pull her into our room across the hall. I had our room done up to be fit for a queen. Sara loves black and purple. Boogeyman much like Reaper would also never tell a soul that he is good at home interior. The fucker picked out everything in the room down to the damn romantic flowers and candlesticks. The bedding though was all me.

  Sara is frantically yanking on both our clothes.

  “Slow down. We have all the time in the world.”

  “Danny, I’m tired of waiting. I don’t want anything else separating us.” Her dainty fingers wrap around my cock, applying just the right amount of pressure and I groan.

  Laying her on the bed, I cover her body with mine.

  “Whatever you want, Sara, I’ll give it you.”

  “You’re love, Danny. That’s all I need.”

  I wanted to take my time, cherishing and worshiping her body, but it has been too damn long. I slide the tip of my dick in her and her velvety heat wraps around me, inviting me further in.

  Fuck me, when I sink inside her, I feel like a damn God. I feel like I can live up to my name—Hades.

  Thrusting inside Sara makes me feel so damn alive, like I can do anything.

  She’s the part of me that’s been missing.

  With her here by my side, in my bed—I’ll be unstoppable.

  Chapter 10

  Sara

  “Oh, Danny. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

  He’s on his knees, with my ankle on his shoulder, driving into me relentlessly. Our bodies move together, chasing the same goal…orgasmic bliss.

  I don’t think it would be possible for me to get much higher. Danny is the perfect drug. I feel euphoric as he touches me so deep inside.

  Placing a tender kiss on my ankle, he moves my leg to the side, spreading me wide, slamming into me so damn hard. My nails scratch down his back as sweat drips from his forehead and onto my chest.

  Dear God, the man is a a love making machine and he’s mine.

  All mine.

  His pace slows to a stop as he brings his mouth down to mine. Our foreheads are pressing together as we exchange heavy breathed, I love yous, promising of now and forever.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, gonna cum so deep in this pussy, gonna fill you up and pray to God I put a baby in you.”

  I freeze. CT is already almost more than I can handle. Stupidly, this is one thing we haven’t discussed. I want to go to college or get a job. Having a baby so early into our marriage isn’t in my plans right now.

  I went and got an IUD two months ago for those very reasons.

  I
love being a mom to CT, but I am not ready to expand our family. Is it selfish to want it to be just us for now?

  “Danny.”

  “Shh. I’m so close. Cum for me, Sara.”

  “Danny…” I try again, knowing this isn’t the best moment to tell him but I don’t want any lies between us.

  “Fuck,” he moans out, picking up speed again. Hooking his arm under my knee he takes me so damn hard I think I am seeing stars.

  I lose all train of thought as my orgasm takes me over the edge.

  “Fuck, yeah. You feel so damn good.” Danny starts to shudder and twitch as he cums in me. When his release ends, he stills, staying inside me. “Not taking any chances on my cum running out of you.” He nips at my collarbone, working his way up my jaw.

  He must catch the expression on my face.

  “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His fingers lazily stroke my jaw.

  “It’s not that. Danny… I need to tell you something.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’m on birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant,” I confess.

  Danny pulls out and away from me. Chills wash over me from the loss of his warmth.

  He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me as he hangs his head down in his hands. “You don’t want to have my baby?”

  “One day. Sure. But, Danny, we just got married and CT is six months old. We have time. I want to go back to school or get a job and you have so much going on with the club right now. Don’t you think the timing is off?”

  “I get what you are saying. But I feel punched in the throat right now,” he croaks.

  “I’m sorry.” I go to comfort him but he pushes me away and stands up.

  “I get it. I do. I just need a minute.”

  “Okay,” I whisper as he leaves the room.

  Pulling the sheet up around me, I feel Danny’s semen, on the insides of my thighs. Am I making a mistake for wanting to wait?

  Now would be a good time for a talk with my mom, but we don’t have that bond any more.

  I feel empty.

  Sad.

  Alone.

  Even though Danny is here, I feel like I just put a wall up between us. He was so damn happy.