Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2)

by Rayne O'Gara

  Two Sides of Noelle

  Demon Rebels MC

  Book Two

  by Rayne O’Gara

  Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

  © Copyright May 2016 Rayne O’Gara

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  ISBN #978-1-311-37467-7

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  Dedication

  To my readers for pushing me to write this story (Wood, Noelle, and Caveman thank you too for getting their story out). To the best sounding boards evah, Amanda and Jerri, without you I would have been all over the place. To Hubs, for letting me escape and create my worlds. For WIFI, for without you there would be no Netflix and without Netflix my kids wouldn’t have stayed in the same place long enough for me to get words wrote. My mom, without her this book and all before it would never exist. And not least but last for now, Jana Leigh, for talking me into trying my hand at MC—I love writing it!

  They say poetry is the food of love

  But tears are the food of heartbreak

  They say that monsters live under your bed

  But truly they live inside your head

  When your mind creates its monsters they go to your heart

  You fall for them and the tears start

  For that is why your heart is inside a cage

  To stop your monsters from breaking your soul

  His eyes have turned my ribs to feathers and my monsters are free

  I have fallen too deep and I fear he'll see

  -His Eyes

  by Terralee Nichole

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Poem

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Books by Rayne O’Gara

  Taming Her Two Fires

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Noelle

  Are we really going to do this?

  Inhaling a deep breath, I open my eyes and dissect the image in front of me. My wide brown eyes stare back at me from the floor length mirror attached to my bathroom door. A royal blue strapless dress clings to my midsized breasts, flat stomach, and ample hips. I don’t know why God gave me such wide hips, but I know it just has to be a sick joke. I have nothing to balance out my shape. Like a pear. Ugh. My mother’s voice floats to me from the past.

  Another perfect recital costume ruined by your ass. We apparently have to move onto a new diet, this one is just not working. Are you sneaking food again? Do you want your huge ass to mess with all our future plans?

  No, mother, they were all your plans. Not mine.

  Turning to the side, I analyze my backside in the tiny dress. It’s not that large. After years of hard mental work, by myself and my shrink, I am finally at a good place, a comfortable place, with my body image. I am still sorry about my mother’s passing at such a young age and in such an awful fashion, but I’m not sorry she is gone. Does that make me a horrible person?

  I push all the negative thoughts from my head and continue to get ready. One day I hope to have her chastising voice out of my head. I wish to be free of her. With a hair flip to add volume, my blond curled locks rest softly around my shoulders. I don’t wear my hair down often, it’s mostly always pulled up into a ponytail. It’s not really practical to have it down every day.

  But tonight is not just your typical average day. Tonight we—Stacy, Jaycee, and myself—are going to go do something incredibly stupid. And dangerous. We are about to try to temp rough motorcycle club bikers into a night of, well, fucking. Basically that’s what it is. No emotions. No sweet words. No romance. Just come at me, bro.

  Which I am totally alright with. Really. I need this. It has been way too long since my last sexual encounter, and with myself doesn’t count. On top of that, my last encounter was with a woman, so to say I need a good hard real cock is an understatement. I am not one for bar scenes or blind dates, hoping to connect with someone who could potentially be my life long mate. Hell no. I am not at the point in my life where I could even possibly attempt to manage that. But one night with sexy as sin bikers? Hell yeah. I know I’m safe with them. Well safe as in they don’t want any more than I can give, because they want what I want. Wam-bam-thank-you-peace-out.

  One last check on my light make-up and I’m out the door. My sweet little car purrs to life, and I am away to pick up Stacy and Jay my two BBF’s. They are ready for me and we make good time on the drive from our small little town to Wichita.

  Follo
wing my inner directions, we pull into the gravel parking lot of the biker bar, Road Hogs. We have been there once before and was warned of what would happen if we ever came back. The big scary dude who leaned close to Jay kept her attention, but left mine to wonder. Yeah he was hot, but you could tell that he and his friend had eyes only for Jay. That is awesome for her. She needs a good hard fucking. She gets way too wound up, I can’t even remember the last time she said she had gotten laid. A girl has needs too, ya know.

  Now what my eyes caught onto, in my opinion, was even hotter than the two talking to us. One blond, that looked like a sex god. And the other red-headed, looking like he was full of passion. Mmmm, I wanted them. Then with the ultimatum of come back and be ready to be fucked, which I wasn’t sure if that applied to just Jay or all three of us, it only made me burn to come back and see just what they could do between the sheets…or over their bikes…or against the wall. Basically anywhere and everywhere.

  Walking carefully across the gravel, we all silently seem to steel ourselves for what is about to happen, or what may not happen. I really want those two bikers, but shit might not go down in the way we plan. Except for Jay. She was straight on invited, so my support is with her tonight.

  In the bar I think she starts looking a little, a lot, nervous, and yeah maybe we all need a little go get ‘em juice. My hand raises motioning for the bartender, and when his attention turns to me I order three shots of tequila. With my shots I turn to Jay and an asshole blows his freaking cigarette smoke straight into Jay’s face. Her mouth turns down and her hand resting on the bar clenches.

  Oh shit. Defuse.

  That girl is like a powder keg about to explode sometimes and needs watching. I clasp her hand in mine before pulling her behind me to a not so crowed area of the bar where we can motivate Jay. She looks amazing tonight. And way out of her comfort zone. If I didn’t think this would be so good for her I would have nixed Stacy’s idea on the dress. But as usual Stacy was spot on fashion wise. The little black number Jay is wearing is sure to drop the pants of her two bikers.

  Stacy picks up one of the shots and hands it to Jay, snapping her out of whatever inner woe is me monologue she has going on. "Don’t ask what it is. Just drink it. Liquid courage." Stacy pushes and Jay downs it. I nod my approval, kick mine back, and watch Jay’s shaky first steps. I’m so proud of her when she becomes more confident, but the hot looks from her two bikers help her boost. Hell, if someone looked at me like that I would never worry about anything ever again. Only on how can I get them to look at me like that again?

  “Not thinking she needs us here anymore,” Stacy’s voice sounds in my ear and I pull my eyes away from Jay to Stace with a smile.

  “No I don’t think she does. Bitch better detail up tomorrow,” I snicker, wanting everything to go wonderfully for her.

  “Ha, she better not call me too early, I plan on having my own details to confess tomorrow. And I say confess because I plan on being very, very, sinful.” A sly smile curves her lips before she hits back another shot. “Except I think we’re going to need to change up our lineup.” Her head motions over to the direction Jay walked toward.

  Oh, baby.

  Dark, dark eyes stare into mine. I could feel his lust across the crowded room. It settles deep within my belly and my knees almost buckle from the power of his stare. Tearing my gaze from his, I blink back at Stacy.

  “He’s one of the ones you wanted, yeah?”

  “It’s all good, babe. They are all smokin’ hot, I would be happy with whatever fate threw at me. It’s not like I’m picking out my forever after. You will just have to spill extra details later.” I roll my eyes at her and signal toward the now empty pool tables.

  “Grab us some drinks, I’m snagging a table,” I order her and head over to the now vacant pool table. My hands tremble lightly as I rack the balls, ignoring the world around me. His eyes. I can’t get those eyes out of my head. I can still feel them boring into me. Intense. The man is king of come-fuck-me eyes, because that is all I want to do. Screw the game. I want to walk over to him, straddle his hips, and rub my aching body all over him.

  “Girl, you need to cool down.” Stacy joins me and thrusts an ice cold bottle into my hands. Gulping at it generously, I motion to the cues and try to cool down as she suggested.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s play and act like we don’t care,” I mumble, not knowing if she can hear me. Nerves have started to eat at me. Glancing up, I catch the back of Jay being pulled by one of her guys and I smile at Stace. “Score one for Jay,” I say excitedly.

  Stace shakes her head. “Nope, she just left with both of them. Score two for her.”

  “She’s going to be okay, right?” I know this is what Jay wants, but I’m so scared for her. What do we really know about these guys other than they are in fact scary bikers? I know me and Stacy could handle ourselves but Jay’s mouth has gotten her into more that she can handle.

  “She going to be fine, babe. Stop worrying over her and worry about your own sex life. It’s desperate and needs attention.” My eyes narrow before I stick my tongue out at her.

  “Such a bitch. I love you, why?” I ask sarcastically. Her hand motions up and down her body before she winks at me. I can’t help laughing at her. “Oh yeah, ‘cause you’re smokin’ hot. How could I forget?”

  “I have honestly no idea. Your memory really worries me at times. Your shot.” Her hand motions to the green felt table in front of her. Rolling my eyes at her, I plan my move.

  Chapter One

  Noelle

  Our game progresses slowly, with me kicking her skinny ass. I only have one striped ball left on the felt compared to her six. Her focus has been complete shit. With good reason. The big redhead I originally lusted after kept, according to Stacy, licking his lips at her. She would know because her eyes have been glued to the group of bikers. Me? I have been focusing on winning the game. And I can still feel his eyes all over me. The intensity scares the crap outta me.

  I line up my next shot, bend over the table, and freeze. Something has changed. I can feel it in the air, a buzzing, hot, primal fear. I instantly feel like prey being hunted. Standing up without taking my shot, I slowly turn around and become shocked. I am sure the big, staring, specimen of lust would be right there, but it’s the blond curly haired man that is leaning against a post next to our drink table.

  Sweet baby Jesus, he is even better looking up close. His curls give him this tousled just rolled out of bed look, that could very well be true. Bright green eyes instantly draw me in, but give nothing of his emotions away. Strong square jawline covered with a light scruff that seems to give him the slight edge away from adorable and into smoking panty melting hotness. He brings up his beer bottle to his full pink lips, but before he drinks from it the tip of his tongue flicks at the rim of glass. My cheeks flush, awareness rushing through my body to settle on my already pulsing clit. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk before his left eye winks at me.

  He knows exactly what he does to a woman and I want to be the woman he does it to. His sexual confidence would normally put me off him. The cocky attitude isn’t a trait that normally turns me on in a man, but even with portraying that particular trait he practically oozes it, giving him a reason to be so cocky. He has talents and damn if I don’t want to explore all of them.

  “Don’t mind me, keep playing. I just moved in for a better view.” My blush burns on my face at his words. Gasping, I spin back and face Stacy over the green table.

  Oh my God.

  A better view…from right behind me…

  Oh my God.

  A man has never come right out and said he was watching my ass, let alone had to move closer for an even better view. I can’t concentrate on anything now. How could I!? He is right behind me. Watching me. My ass. Bent over the fucking pool table. Would Stacy get upset if I told him to fuck me right here and now?

  Whoa!

  Where the hell did that come from? I’m not into
public sex, hell, I’m not into public anything. I would never do something like that. So where is this desire coming from? The desire to pull my skirt up over my hips, bend over the cool wood of the rail, and have him rip my soaked panties away from my body before pounding every inch of his cock inside of me, faster, harder, not caring about anything or anyone around us watching. Would we arouse the watchers? Would their own dicks get stiff?

  I mentally shake that picture out of my head and try to concentrate on my shot. My mind wants me to be a very, very, bad girl. I don’t understand this. My reaction to him is crazy and irrational. I am not that kind of girl.

  “Oh, I do have an ulterior motive.” I grind my teeth together, trying to keep the moan at bay from his smooth voice. Like whiskey. Warm, smooth, and burns all the way down to your toes. I turn back toward him and have to clear my throat before spitting the words out.

  “What motive is that?” Please say to fuck me, please say to fuck me.

  “See there’s this bet.” A bet? “We were watching you ladies play and we decided to make a wager.”

  “We?” I have to ask. If Stace and I are going to be a part of some idiotic wager, then we at least deserve to know who in fact is doing the betting.

  His hand waves behind him, motioning to someone. I lean a bit to my right and spot who he’s talking about. The big staring one, who is now standing up from his chair. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. My eyes go wide before I can school my features into a mask of indifference. “Caveman and me.” His voice pulls my attention back to his smiling face.

  Does he have to be so dangerously alluring?