by Sophia Gray
“Vance! What can I do for you today?” he asked. Will was working on the engine of his motorbike, a beautiful red Marauder, and cleaned his greasy hands before shaking Vance’s.
“I have been thinking about our next rally. My wife has told me that the charity kitchen she volunteers in, the Silver Spoons for Charity, is short on funds and I thought that we could rally for them. It is a really nice place – in fact, I met Teresa when I started volunteering there – and they do a great job for the community.” His voice trailed off.
Will smiled widely at him. “Of course! That’s a great idea. And will your wife finally be joining us?”
Vance had told him that Tess would join the motorcycle club eventually, but she had been too busy with the volunteering job, her job at the pub, and a new occupation: she had gone back to school to start her associate’s degree. It was something she had always wanted to do but never had time or energy for, and when Vance found out, he did not stop pestering her until she agreed to take afternoon classes at the school so she could finish.
“I think that for this one she will. She has been very busy lately, but this weekend she doesn’t have to work, and she’s dying to ride again,” Vance answered truthfully. He had not told Teresa about his idea of riding for the Silver Spoons for Charity, but he knew she would love it and he wanted to surprise her.
He left Will with the details and started working on his own bike: that day he wanted to check on the brakes, so he dived into the work until evening.
When he left for home, it was almost time for dinner. Teresa would be there in an hour, so he had enough time to wash the grease off his body and prepare something to eat. He was lost in his cooking when the door opened, and Teresa popped behind him, hugging him around the waist and placing a small kiss on his neck.
“That smells delicious!”
Vance turned his head around to kiss her briefly on the lips before turning his attention back to his chicken curry. He stirred the pan a couple more times before finally turning off the fire.
“I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” He smiled. “How was your day?”
Teresa was laying the table while he served the dishes and pouted at the question.
“Too hard,” she stated with a sigh. “Today I had chemistry, and I have to tell you: it is not my area of expertise. Maths or Literature, I can do that! But chemistry?” She pouted again, and Vance laughed at her childish attitude.
“I may be able to help you!” he said. “Chemistry was one of my favorite subjects. This Saturday we will look at your notes, okay?”
Teresa kissed him with gratitude, and they sat at the table. The chicken curry with rice was really good, and judging by Tess’s face she was really enjoying it.
“By the way, do you have plans for this Sunday?” he asked playfully. Teresa looked at him with one eyebrow raised and shook her head. “Then, would you like to come with me to a Red Butterfly rally? We are going to raise funds for... the Silver Spoons for Charity!”
Teresa gasped in surprise.
“Really?” She dropped her fork on the plate.
“Yes. I was thinking about what you told me, that they had been struggling lately, so I went to the club president with the idea of raising funds for them and he agreed on the spot,” he told her, rubbing the back of his head. Teresa was looking at him so intensely that he felt slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t tell you anything before about my idea because I wanted it to be a surprise, and I wasn’t sure if Will would go for it. Was it a good surprise?”
Teresa sprang to her feet and closed the distance between them before crashing her mouth with his. Her kiss tasted like spicy curry and mint.
“I will take that as a yes,” Vance muttered when they parted. Teresa grinned at him and sat on his lap. “And will you ride with us?”
Tess thought for a moment before answering, “Yes. I think I’m ready.” She smiled. “I have been postponing it for some time,” she confessed. Vance was surprised: he thought she wanted to ride again.
“Don’t get me wrong; I want to ride again,” she said, reading his thoughts like an open book. “But every time I went to the garage and tried to turn my baby on, something stopped me. I don’t know what it was. Maybe it’s the memories of my father or maybe from the accident. But I think I’m ready now,” she finished with confidence. Vance wrapped his arms around her and kissed the line between her neck and her shoulder.
“I will be by your side the entire ride, and if you want to stop at any point we can,” he reassured her.
Teresa rested her head against his forehead, looking him in the eyes, and he got lost in hers. He felt so grateful that she loved him and that she had been able to forgive him. He knew that he would do anything to protect what they had.
Vance kissed her, brushing her lips lightly with his tongue at first, sending shivers down her spine that he felt in their embrace. Teresa parted her lips and made room for his tongue to play with her mouth.
Vance tightened the embrace, feeling her body tensing and trembling because of him, and his manhood woke up, pressing against Teresa’s leg. His hands slid over her body and arms until he reached her hands, and entwined his fingers with hers. The kiss broke and both exhaled ragged puffs of air.
Vance’s lips found her jaw, and he drew a line of caresses from her jawline to the side of her neck until he found her ear, her lobe, and that sweet spot that always made her moan. He gently bit her earlobe, and Teresa moaned quietly against him. The sound sent a bolt of heat to the hardness of his cock, which was still pressed again against Teresa’s leg.
She was sitting on top of him, and the pressure of her tender butt and her thighs was driving him crazy – especially when she noticed his boner and moved slightly but enough to rub her body against his crotch, sending waves of pleasure to the rest of his body. He grunted in her ear and bit her neck just a tad harder, enough to leave a red mark that would take a day or so to disappear.
With a swift movement, Vance turned Teresa around, so she was sitting with her back to him. His right hand traveled up her arm to her shoulder and went down her side until he grabbed her hip. His left hand ran over her other side until he found her breast. He massaged it a bit, carried away by the desire of making Teresa his again.
She moved again and pressed her firm butt against his crotch, trapped by his jeans, wishing to be free. Vance grunted again into her neck, and his hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her already hard nipple. His other hand traveled from her hip to her thigh. He was so glad she was wearing a loose dress that night...
His hand got lost under the fabric, pulling it up as he made his way over her soft thighs to her creamy groins. Teresa opened her legs a bit more and rested her back against his chest, arching a little due to the pleasure he was making her feel. Vance brushed his fingers against the soft fabric of her underwear, and he was delighted to find it already wet.
He caressed her sex over the underwear, while his other hand fondled her breast. Teresa tilted her head back, placing it on his shoulder, making room for him to kiss her neck and ear while she moaned and twisted at his touch. It was the most erotic view he had ever seen, and he rubbed his manhood against her butt at the same time one of his fingers got its way under her panties.
Teresa gasped when she felt his finger caressing her wet clit. “Oh, God!” She opened her legs a bit more.
Vance’s finger went up and down her sex, touching her outer lips and then her clit again. He traveled to her entrance, teasing her for a moment with his fingertip before pulling the fabric aside and making room for two fingers. He caressed her sex without entering her. Her clit was hard, and she was so wet, and when he put two fingers inside of her, Teresa twisted and moaned louder, arching her back under his touch.
His other hand found its way to the side of the dress and pulled the bra slightly down, enough to free her breast from its prison. He pinched her nipple and then reached for the other breast, as his fingers plunged deeper inside her every time.
Vance loved fingering her and driving her crazy just with a touch of his hand, but he wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to scream his name and reach orgasm with his cock inside of her, so he pulled his fingers out and she complained with a strangled noise.
“Vance, fuck, don’t stop!” Vance did not answer. With a swift movement, he moved Teresa a bit to sit her on his knees and was able to unzip his pants and free his cock. Knowing what he wanted, she opened her legs and sat back on his lap, brushing his cock with her hands, guiding it inside of her.
His cock found its way to her entrance and Teresa moaned as she felt it going in. Vance grunted in her ear, his hand abandoning her breast and grabbing her hips strongly. She was so wet and tight he thought he would come immediately, but he managed to hold on.
Teresa started moving up and down his shaft, and he helped her move with one hand on her hip while the other went back to her entrance. His fingers rubbed her clit as she rode him and made her cry with pleasure.
He worked on her swiftly, driven by a powerful desire to make her come while he was inside of her – and judging by her strangled noises and the pressure on his cock, she was very close to her climax. Vance started moving his hips to the rhythm she had imposed, reaching deeper while his fingers sent electrifying sensations through her whole body.
“Vance, I’m coming, I’m almost there! Oh yes, yes, yes!”
When he felt the rush of heat run through her body, he let go of himself. He grabbed her hips with both hands and with two more deeper, more haphazard jerks, he came, filling her completely. Teresa stopped moving and rested against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, his member still inside of her.
“You sure want me to ride, huh?” she joked after a moment of silence, trying to regain her breath. Vance chuckled and kissed her neck.
“I love you. You know that, right?” he said in a whisper, as if wanting to leave that information just between the two of them in the emptiness of their house.
“I do. And I love you, too,” she whispered back.
That night, when Teresa got ready and headed off to work, Vance laid in bed reading one of her thriller novels and knew this was what happiness felt like.
Chapter 9
Teresa
After her first ride with the Red Butterfly, Teresa got deeply involved with the club’s activities. She had greatly enjoyed returning to the motorcycling life, and although she barely had time between her job at the kitchen, her school, and her job at the pub, she went to the club every weekend and took charge of organizing and arranging the humanitarian efforts for the club to get involved in.
It was a job she loved doing because it combined two of her passions: riding and charity. She had even got in touch with several other motorcycle clubs, so she was always up-to-date with the latest news and had arranged a joint rally more than once: several clubs had joined once to rally and raise funds for a state charity, and they had all enjoyed the event.
She was also enjoying her life with Vance. He had turned out to be an amazing husband: he supported her in every decision she made, was caring and understanding, cooked for her (his gnocchi was truly the best), and he was amazing in bed. Teresa still got chills whenever she thought about him in that way: he made every cell in her body tremble with desire.
Teresa shook her head to clear it. She was at the Red Butterfly’s headquarters and was reviewing the list of charitable events they had already done to come up with a new idea when the phone rang.
“Red Butterfly Motorcycle Club, this is Teresa Love. Whom am I speaking with?” she answered mechanically. It was a representative from another club, who had heard of the Red Butterfly’s rallies and wanted to collaborate. He had several ideas for charities, and after a while, they agreed on one and arranged a meeting in two weeks. They were making some small talk about other clubs when Teresa’s blood froze.
“And the Grim Rebels have disbanded, did you hear?” Christopher asked on the other end of the line. “The boss is dead, and they broke into a coup after his demise.”
Teresa froze. Her father was dead. The Grim Rebels was without a leader.
“W-well, that is unfortunate. Are you sure about this?” she asked.
“That’s the word on the street, at least. Our club never dealt with the Grim Rebels, you know. Can’t say it’s much of a shame, though. Shady business they got into.”
She knew. Not many clubs that dedicated their efforts to charity dealt with her father and the Grim Rebels. After saying goodbye to Christopher, she hung up and leaned back on the chair, rubbing her face. She did not know how to feel about her father’s death.
She had not thought about him in months, and she would be lying if she said she was sorry about it. Her father had been a terrible person all his life. He had not cared for anyone but himself and she had stopped caring about him a long time ago – why should she care now that he was dead?
But that knowledge stirred something inside of her, and she had to check whether that rumor was true before acting on it. She grabbed the phone and called every club she knew, and they all confirmed it: they had all heard through the grapevine that Jimmy Love had passed away and the Grim Rebels, unable to choose a leader, had disbanded.
So it was true: her father’s efforts had been futile in the end. She did not plan to go back there and take over the club at all. She had finally found a place where she was happy, with a person that loved her made her feel like she belonged. But there was something in the back of her mind that made her uneasy.
In the beginning, Vance had agreed to the whole charade of marrying her in the first place because he wanted to lead the Grim Rebels someday. He said he loved her, but was his love stronger than his desire for leadership? Would Vance leave her side if he ever found out that the Grim Rebels could be his if he just seized the opportunity?
Upset at these thoughts, Teresa left the club early and headed home. She did not want to tell him about any of this, but she knew he deserved to know and he would find out eventually, regardless. This would be a test of their relationship: if Vance stayed by her side, that meant everything had been true. But if he chose to pursue the Grim Rebels, she knew she would lose him, and that meant she was never his.
And yet, she thought while making dinner and waiting for him to come home, she was too afraid. She did not want their marriage to be over, and if he left, she was not sure she could ever get over it.
Vance came home an hour later and greeted her cheerfully.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, sensing her gloomy mood. Teresa shook her head in denial and tried to act as if nothing happened, but she did not fool Vance. “Tess, come on, you can tell me anything,” he insisted. “I know something’s wrong. What happened?”
Teresa looked him straight in the eyes and took a deep breath. She was about to take a leap of faith, and she just hoped Vance would be there to catch her.
“My father is dead. The Grim Rebels have broken into a coup – they don’t have a leader,” she told him quietly. Vance was taken aback.
What did this mean?
Chapter 10
Vance
“My father is dead. The Grim Rebels have broken into a coup – they don’t have a leader,” Teresa told him, and Vance’s heart stopped for a moment. He knew the implications of that fact as well as she did: it meant that, if they wanted, they could take over the club. That he could take over the club. Teresa was looking down, apparently unable to face him.
“Do you want it?” Vance asked in response. Teresa’s eyes were still fixed on the tiled kitchen floor.
“No. I’m happy where I am,” she said. And there was an implicit question that both of them heard as loudly as if it had been shouted out loud: But do you? Do you want the club?
For a moment, a tense silence fell over them. If Vance wanted, he could leave Teresa, take over the Grim Rebels and re-start his life as an outlaw. But that would mean leaving the one thing he loved the most: her.
Sometimes, during those past
months, he had missed his days as an outlaw: doing what he wanted, when he wanted. But he would not trade his life with Teresa for anything, and he felt she did not know that. Teresa was still looking down, and he knew he had to say something to reassure her, that his sole concern was, and always would be, her happiness.
“Then it is settled. We will stay here,” he said with a smile, taking a step closer to her. Teresa looked at him, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you really think I could leave you? I don’t want the club. I’m happy with my life right here, right now. This is where I belong – with you.”
Teresa smiled warmly, all her fears fading away.
“I told you before: you are all I care about. I will go wherever you tell me to,” he added and wrapped her in his arms as he placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Now, I rented a movie, shall we watch it in bed after dinner?” he asked, with a voice that suggested that they would do anything but watch the movie.
They quickly ate dinner and headed to the bedroom, carrying some bowls of ice cream. They put the movie on and got cozy under the covers, cuddling while the movie started. But he had no intention of watching the movie. He wanted to make sure Teresa knew how much he loved her, and he had never been a man of words: action was his strong suit.
He started caressing her back and leaving a light trail of kisses on her head and her face, making her laugh slightly. He found her lips and kissed her deeply, tasting mint chocolate chip.
While the movie played in the background, they were too engulfed in each other to pay attention to it. Teresa’s sighs and moans were far louder than the opening scene of the movie.
Rubbing circles all over Teresa’s back, Vance leaned in to deepen the kiss. Teresa delivered a few playful licks over his mouth, then trapped Vance’s lower lip between her teeth. She chuckled when Vance groaned and grabbed her hair.
