...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club

by Debra Kayn

  He could now plan his future with Bree.

  Monday morning, he'd offer to buy Pine Bar and Grill and make it worth Patty and John's time to leave Haugan. He had no room in the territory for those he couldn't trust and the moment the owners of the bar mentioned where Boykov could find Bree; they were no longer welcome in his territory.

  If he had his way, he'd burn the bar down. He had no use for bad memories and the constant reminder to Bree of what all she'd lost.

  He checked his side mirror and turned onto the on-ramp. Accelerating, he entered the interstate at seventy-five miles an hour. As far as he could look ahead and the view behind him, he rode the open road alone with Bree.

  She laid her head on the back of his shoulder. Snug against his back, her legs wrapped around his hips, she eased the tension riddling his body, and he sought her comfort. He wouldn't take her far. She'd barely slept last night.

  Fifteen minutes later, he reached the top of Lookout Pass on the Montana/Idaho border. He took the view-turnoff exit and parked his bike against the guardrail. At the top, the view of the Bitterroot Mountains laid before him in an array of green dotted with the brown of the Tamarack trees.

  He cut off the engine. "Need to walk it off?

  "Yeah." She slid off the bike and rubbed her ass.

  He got off the Harley and sat sideways on the seat. Hooking her wrist, he pulled her between his spread legs and took over rubbing the numbness out of her backside. She laid her arms over his shoulders and her fingers played with the back of his hair.

  "This is nice," she said. "I missed being with you, just doing our own thing."

  "Yeah?" He slowed his massage and cupped her ass.

  She peered over his shoulder and tilted her head. Caught in the solemn concentration and the way her eyes showed her thinking, he took the time to let her be. When she was ready, she'd talk.

  A car turned around in the gravel patch off the interstate. He watched them glance over at him and keep going. It'd take a while for him not to react every time someone came around Bree. His need to protect her never went away, danger or no danger.

  "Which mountain range did he stay on?" asked Bree.

  He looked at her face. She worked her lips in concentration and scanned the hills behind him. He understood what she asked and moved her away from his bike, grabbed her hand, and led her over to the edge in front of the guardrail. He pointed northeast.

  "Look for the peak with the bald patch on the right side." He left his hand pointing in the general direction.

  "I found it."

  "Now, go left two peaks to the shorter mountain range." He brought his hand back to her shoulder. "Your dad lived on that one in an abandoned mining cabin. From the inside, it was solid. From the outside, it looked like a good stiff wind or snow storm would knock it down."

  She stared straight ahead and exhaled. "I don't want to see where he had to live alone for so many years."

  "You don't have to." He closed his eyes an extra beat.

  He'd never take her to the cabin even if she wanted to go, because after he had taken Bree in the house after the Russians took her dad away, she'd cried herself to sleep. While Swiss watched over her, he rode after the Russians with Rod and found them five miles from his house off a beaten road, digging a hole to get rid of Richard. He'd known they couldn't go far with a dead man in the backseat.

  It only took four bullets from his pistol, and he finally ended his and Bree's nightmare with the Russians. Bree could live free and without fear. And, he received retribution for Richard's death.

  After giving Rod instructions on how to reach the cabin, his V.P., LeWorth, Sanders, and Choke took Bree's father and the four dead men up the mountain. Richard was buried in front of the cabin he'd called home for Bree's whole life.

  While the Russians were thrown out into the woods. By winter, the wild animals would erase most of their bodies. The police, if someone stumbled upon what was left, would never be able to identify them.

  "But, I'd like to know what mountain so I can look up there once in a while and remember what my father had done for me," she whispered. "Do you think that's okay?"

  He squeezed her shoulders, leaned his head down and kissed her temple. "It's okay."

  "I can see that mountain from the house?"

  "Yeah. I can show you when we get home." He turned her around, tilted her chin, and kissed her lips. "What do you say we head back and make an early night of it."

  "No club?" She raised her brows.

  He shook his head and got a smile out of her. A tiny smile, but he'd take it.

  Epilogue

  One year later —

  Little Duke Junior sucked on his hand against Battery's shoulder on the way to Raelyn's car in the driveway of the house. Bree carried an armload of gift bags filled with supplies for the baby she'd bought yesterday. At six months old, Junior was filling out fast and had outgrown most of his outfits from the baby shower Bree had given Raelyn before his birth.

  "I appreciate you both watching him for me this evening." Raelyn opened the trunk of her SUV.

  Bree put the bags inside and took the diaper bag from Raelyn's shoulder and added it to the car. "We love having him. Drop him by anytime you need someone to watch him while you work."

  "My list of babysitters keeps growing." Raelyn smiled up at the baby. "Even Jana put her name down for Saturdays."

  Bree lifted her brows. Her distaste for the woman had eased since Sander moved Jana into his house.

  "Ronacks is your family." Battery lowered the baby to his chest and passed him off to Raelyn. "I put Duke's part of this month's money from the club in the bag."

  Raelyn mouthed 'thank you'.

  Bree stepped over and put her arm around Battery's back. "How is business going?"

  Ronacks Motorcycle Club bought Pine Bar and Grill after Bree's father gave his life to keep her safe. She had a feeling Battery persuaded the owners of the bar to leave Montana for good because Battery wanted nothing to do with the bar until she'd convinced him to let Raelyn open the place back up again and employ club members to help her stay on her feet. In return, she'd asked the women to help babysit Dukie to keep him out of the bar during working hours. She wasn't comfortable with a baby in an adult establishment, no matter how much Raelyn missed him while she was working.

  "Business is really good, thanks to the club." Raelyn finished fastening the baby in the car seat and closed the back door. "Battery's suggestions have helped the initial startup and more people are making it their regular place to hang out."

  "Oh?" She glanced up at Battery. "What changes?"

  "We're serving a late breakfast." Raelyn swiped the hair out of her face. "Single men seem to appreciate having a comfortable place to start the day and return at night for their beer."

  Warmed that Battery shared something her mother had done for him years ago when he was young and always looking for a meal, Bree nodded. Usually, he stayed quiet about anything having to do with Pine Bar and Grill, but she understood how those memories were not easy for him.

  Raelyn smiled and shrugged, stopping short of hugging Bree. "I think I have everything, so I'll get out of the way. Thanks again."

  Bree leaned her head against Battery. "See you, girl."

  "Drive safe," added Battery.

  Together they watched Raelyn drive off the property. Bree turned and plastered herself against Battery's chest. There were still several Ronacks members in the house, and she wasn't ready to go inside and share Battery. She hadn't been alone with him all day.

  His brows rose, and she watched as the stiffness of the long day and busy evening went out of his spine. He swayed with her in his arms, and she put her hands on his stomach. “You care if I take a quick swim before we go inside. We're going to be losing the warm weather soon, and I want to enjoy the pond as long as I can before it freezes over for the winter.

  "I'll walk you to the pond." He kissed her.

  When his mouth left hers, she whispered, “Yo
u're good with the baby.”

  “Because of you, I've had practice,” he said.

  "I can't believe you went there." She laughed.

  Bending over, he scooped her up in his arms. She shrieked in laughter, holding onto his neck as he walked toward the water. "Oh, I see how it is. You're only carrying me because you want a blow job."

  "I'd never turn down a twenty-two-year-old woman who was offering," he said, amusement thick in his voice.

  She kissed him hard. "I better not find any other women offering you one."

  He grunted.

  She sighed in contentment.

  Battery had worked through the many roles he'd played in her life. From protector to guardian to lover and three months ago, he'd put a ring on her finger and had Swiss marry them on the dock. It was the highlight of her life.

  The man who'd loved her for a lifetime was finally hers, and he promised never to let her go.

  Her wedding day was also when she found out Swiss's nickname was short for Swiss Army knife for his multiple talents of doctoring, marrying, and birthing— which happened when Raelyn's water broke while at the house, and Swiss took her to the hospital.

  The dock swayed with each of Battery's steps. At the end of the walkway, he set her on her feet and pulled her shirt over her head. She unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of her clothes.

  Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Aren't you going swimming?"

  He shook his head, eyeing her ass. "I'll watch and enjoy the view."

  Warmth filled her, and she dove into the crisp, cool water and swam out to the middle of the pond. She came up for air and turned toward the dock and tread water. As promised, Battery watched her. Hands deep in his pockets, boots planted on the deck, head cocked to the side. At her distance, she couldn't read his expression behind his beard.

  Rolling onto her back, she floated, softly kicking her feet to propel her toward the dock. The sun set over the mountain peak casting an orange glow to the sky. Tomorrow, she'd wake up and look forward to another day with the man who claimed her heart from the beginning.

  She tilted her head, found Battery looking down at her naked body, and the cool water no longer seemed chilly. Keeping her float, she raised both her arms toward him.

  He grasped her wrists and hauled her out of the water until her butt hit the dock. He squatted behind her and gathered her hair, wringing it out.

  "Can I ask you something?" she said.

  "Yeah."

  "Have you ever thought of putting a balcony upstairs off our bedroom with a staircase going down to the backyard of the house?" She picked up her shirt, slipped it over her head, and stood.

  He remained silent, lending his hand for her to balance while she pulled her panties and shorts over her hips.

  "I've been thinking, for nights like this when we're out here swimming, and there are club members inside on the main floor, it'd be a lot faster if I could run to the back of the house naked without getting dressed." She buttoned her shorts and grinned. "It'd mean we reach the bed that much sooner and I wouldn't have to get undressed again."

  He hooked her neck, pulled her against his side, and walked her off the dock. "Not on your life."

  "Why not?"

  He leaned over and kissed her head. "One—I'm not going to have you parading through the yard naked where any other man can see what is mine. Two—I like taking your clothes off."

  She exhaled on a hum. "There is that."

  It took them ten minutes to walk through the downstairs and escape the bikers. By the time they hit the bedroom, Battery had his clothes off and reached for her. She scrambled out of her panties as he lifted her off her feet and tossed her onto the bed with him landing softly above her.

  He braced his weight and captured her mouth. She wiggled her shirt up to her neck, broke the kiss, and yanked the offending material off her head.

  “I want you inside of me."

  “Don’t want to be anywhere else," he said.

  She managed to smile through the arousal hitting her hard. Her pussy throbbed, and she pressed against his hardness. “I love you.”

  “Love you back, carny-girl,” he whispered.

  He ran his cheek against hers. She shivered at the rough caress of his beard. He rubbed his hand over her belly and up to her breast. Her nipples peaked, and he lowered his head and put his mouth on her, drawing the hard bead against his tongue.

  She thrust her hand into his hair and closed her eyes. Pleasure warmed her chilled body, and her legs widened. She hooked her feet behind his calves and arched her back as he drew her into his mouth, savoring, licking, sucking.

  Reaching down with her free hand, she trailed her fingernails over his side, and he shifted his hips, plunging his cock inside of her. He rocked back and forth, lifting his head and looking at her.

  "Always mine.” The strength in his voice, thick and filled with emotion, caressed her.

  “’Kay.” She agreed because that's all she'd ever wanted. She'd be his for the rest of her life.

  Then he slid his hand between her legs, and his long, broad finger circled her clit. He latched onto her nipple, sucking, stroking her with his tongue. She arched off the mattress at the deep pull that shot straight to her pussy. She moaned, grabbing his hair, holding on.

  He slid in and out of her, never stopping the soft, lazy circles he made with his finger. Emotionally open and loving him, she spiraled out of control as everything Battery gave to her hit at once. She was going to orgasm in her desperate need to stay connected with him.

  He removed his mouth and his hand. She whimpered and tugged his hair.

  “Together, Bree. Don’t come without me,” he said.

  He grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled her legs up, spreading her more. She hooked her ankles around his waist. His weight came down. He slid into her, so hard, so heavy, and so pleasurable.

  She leaned forward on the path of losing and coming. "Battery?”

  He moved. Back and forth. Fast and steady. She lifted her upper body, and kissed him. Her tongue clashed with his, and he ground his pelvis against her clit with each stroke of his cock.

  He sped up, taking and giving, needing her as much as she needed him. She scrambled to get closer, almost frantic, reaching to ease the rush he created. He growled in her mouth, and the vibration was enough to push her over the edge. Every cell in her body exploded, and she hung on to his hair and constricted underneath him. Loving every deep pulse rebounding in her lower stomach.

  He tore his mouth away from hers and threw his head back, groaning his release.

  She came down from the orgasm gently with the help of soft, long strokes of his cock. She unwound and smiled lazily up at him. She rubbed her hands across his chest, amazed at the strength and fortitude of one man. One dedicated and honorable man. He was her man. Stubborn, strong, and entirely too possessive. He was perfect for her.

  He rolled off her, bringing her with him to his side. She snuggled down on his chest, laying her cheek against the beating of his racing heart.

  "That was wonderful," she whispered.

  "Rest up, and we can do it again," said Battery, tapping her ass with the palm of his hand.

  "Yeah?" She smiled. "What will we do next time?"

  "Your choice."

  "Hm." She lifted her head and traced his lower lip with her finger, an idea sparking her interest fast. "You could give me oral sex...or something."

  "...or something." He chuckled and tucked her in closer to his body.

  Never letting her go.

  Dear readers —

  Thank you so much for reading ...or something. Whew! This book was a long time coming. I wrote it, sat on it, published the Red Light: Silver Girls series, and then came back to ...or something and decided it was the right time to give it to the readers out in the world.

  As I sat behind my computer screen and gave you the cover and blurb, I knew instantly that readers would zone in on the fact that Bree is sixteen when the book
starts. I'll be honest and me, being me, smiled at your discomfort. Those who know me, have read my books, understand that when I bring you bikers, felons, and prostitutes, I'm not doing it for shock value. I try my hardest to give you a story you can believe. A relationship you can feel. And, a love you can understand even if it's different than yours.

  Alrighty, let's get to the good stuff.

  What's my next book about? Bikers!

  I'd like to invite all of you to follow me on Facebook and visit my website to keep up on my books, my writing, and how I keep myself entertained.

  Love,

  Deb

  Author Bio

  Best Selling Romance Author, Debra Kayn lives with her family at the foot of the Bitterroot Mountains in beautiful Northern Idaho. She enjoys riding motorcycles, playing tennis, fishing, photography, and creating chaos for the men in the garage.

  When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were...will you have my babies? Considering Debra's weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she's living her own unbelievable romance book.

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  For Life – Moroad MC series,

  His Crime – Moroad MC series

  Time Owed – Moroad MC series

  Falling For Crazy – Moroad MC series

  Chasing Down Changes – Moroad MC series

  Breathing His Air – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

  Aching To Exhale – Lagsturns Motorcycle Club