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

by Rayne O'Gara

  Holy hell, possessive much? The weird thing of it is that I kind of like it. Makes me feel very wanted and desired. Never have I felt that to such an intensity. A strange wave of my own possessiveness for this man crashes inside of me. The thought of my Caveman in another woman’s arms has my vision edged in red. Our relationship is way to new for me to be feeling like this, right?

  “That goes both ways, right? No other women touching you.”

  “Babe.”

  “I’m serious, Cave. You just put a very heavy claim down, I want the same reassurance.”

  “I’m here, yeah?” He points his finger at my floor and waits for my nod. “There’s your reassurance. You done?”

  That is my reassurance? I mull his words over for a bit and decide that yes, in fact, it is supposed to be my reassurance and all he is going to give me. He is in fact here, with me, instead of out grinding on other women. Holy moly, we really have hit that exclusive stage of the relationship. And we have only been on like two dates! Moving so fast, my head feels as if it is spinning.

  “Babe.”

  I jerk my head up at his growly tone. “Yeah?”

  “You done?”

  “Done?” Am I done with what?

  “Dinner.”

  I look down into my carton of dumplings and nod my head. I really haven’t eaten much, but my appetite is gone. “I’ll put it in the fridge and save it for later,” I mumble and start to stand when the carton is taken from my hands. Looking up at a now standing Caveman, he nods his head over to my bedroom door.

  “I got this. Go get ready.” We were planning on going somewhere?

  “Get ready for what?”

  “There’s a meet up with the president of our mother chapter at the clubhouse tonight. Probably be boring as fuck for you while I’m back there, but the after party won’t be shitty. Want you there.”

  Okay, there is a lot he just said to me that doesn’t make a lick of sense, but what I did catch makes my heart leap in joy that my heart responds to by tightening oddly. He has business, but wants me there for when he’s done to continue hanging out with me. And that was just plain sweet. Seriously, the man who could have you shaking in your shoes just with a look is sweet and gooey under that gruff. Caring. Understanding.

  Yup, I’m in trouble.

  Mercy me.

  “Noelle.”

  Shit, he probably is thinking I’m one spacy woman with all the air time I have been catching tonight. Pulling out of my head, I focus on my lover.

  “How does one dress for her lover’s club party?”

  He looks down at his feet then back to me with raised eyebrows. “Right, you’re not the one I should ask.” I bite my lower lip and mentally contemplate the clothes in my closet. “I’ll just wing it.” I start to turn but am stopped, again, by Cave. His pulls me into his body with an arm around my waist and kisses me hard, but pulls away just as I start to melt into his embrace. Damn it. I open my mouth to get more kisses, when his hand coming down onto my ass cuts my words into a short shriek of surprise. That stung. My eyelids narrow at him, but he just chuckles and points at my bedroom. “Go. Get ready.”

  “Okay, okay,” I say, still glaring, but by the time I enter my room I am on a mission. What the fuck am I going to wear!?

  I decide to stick with basics, with only hints of flare. Something tells me tonight isn’t a little black dress night. Faded wash jeans, tight. A hot pink spaghetti strap shirt covered in a black tee. My favorite black t-shirt. The sleeves are ripped into knotted fringe, the collar cut in a plunging ‘V’ both in front and back with the edges rhinestone. My favorite part is the three slashes on the torso, lets hints of hot pink flash through. Rhinestones sprinkle the entire shirt. Love this shirt. Makes me feel a little badass topped with sparkles. Blown out hair, smoky but dark make-up, black feather dangling earrings, and five inch hot pink fuck me heels completes my ensemble. Except when checking in the mirror something is missing. Got it. With quick work my blood red lipstick is applied and looks damn good. You would figure the red would clash with the brightness of the pink, but it looks fantastic.

  While dressing a thought strikes me. It’s a party and I have nothing to bring. You can’t go to a party and not bring something. Maybe Cave will stop on the way and I can grab something. How many people will be there?

  “Fuck.”

  I snap my head up from checking my purse for enough money to see Cave staring at me with hot melty intense eyes. Oh, he likes what he sees, which makes me extremely happy. I want to look good for him, especially around his friends.

  “I want that lipstick smeared on my cock later tonight.”

  Oh my, he did not just say that. I lick my lips in pure shock and he growls at the movement of my pink tongue. He. Fucking. Growls.

  I want him. Now. The attraction is so fierce between us. His cock strains at his jeans when I give him a lookover. Why wait till later? Taking two steps forward I drop to my knees.

  “Noelle.”

  “What, baby?” I ask, not stopping undoing his pants to free his erection. When his cock bobs free inches from my nose, I look up at him and wait. Shaking his head, Cave tangles his hand in my poofed hair. “Go on, mark me up good, baby.”

  Mark him up?

  Oh, yes.

  Yes, I will. I am going to mark him so fucking good. Mine.

  My body is on fire, but I don’t even care about my own climax. It’s all about Caveman. What I can give him. What I can make him give me. How much of my lipstick I can leave.

  Everywhere, it turns out.

  With his shout of completion still ringing in my ears and the salty but sweet taste of him lingering on my tongue, I appraise my work. Red lipstick is smeared everywhere with some pretty good lip prints remaining, but there was one thing more needed.

  “Don’t move,” I tell him before digging through my purse, pulling out my lipstick and reapplying generously. Winking up at him, I grab ahold of his hips and lean forward to leave a perfect kissing lips mark on the shaved skin just above and to the right of his resting dick. I smile after pulling away. “There, perfect.” I nod in satisfaction before standing and letting him reorganize himself while I fix any damage to my mouth. Once we are both ready, we head out to his bike. His long leg swings over to straddle the machine and I remember about the food.

  “Can we stop on the way? I need to grab some food.”

  “What?” His eyes widen in pure shock, like he wasn’t expecting me to say such a thing. Weird man.

  “Yeah, what should we bring? Cookies? Cupcakes? Cake? Brownies?”

  “Babe.”

  “I have to bring something!” My hands go up into the air in exasperation before dropping them back down to rest on my hips. “You can’t just show up at a party without bringing something, it’s rude!”

  “It’s a biker party.”

  “What? Bikers don’t like sweats? They don’t like food or drinks?”

  “There will be beer and liquor. That’s all that’s fucking needed.”

  “Fine. Then can we swing by the store for a case of beer?”

  “Babe.”

  I stomp my foot down and glare at him. “Caveman,” I sass back in the same growly tone he used. His lips twitch up into a smile that is beautiful and I am trying to hold onto my anger so no thinking on how handsome he is. “What?” I snap.

  “You’re a brat when you don’t get your way. It’s cute.” His smile falls from his face before he points to the bike’s seat behind him. “Now park your cute ass on the back of my bike.”

  “Are we stopping for beer?” I ask in an innocent voice.

  “Noelle,” He growls, again.

  “Okay, okay. So bossy.”

  Chapter Ten

  Noelle

  Incredible.

  Exhilarating.

  Wondrous.

  So much freaking fun!

  The ride to the club house on the back of Caveman’s bike took my breath away, some moments the wind hit me directly in the fac
e and literally did take my breath. The wind through my hair. The rumble of the engine vibrating my whole body, making me feel like a part of the machine, as well as a part of Caveman I was clinging so tightly to him. The world blurred around us, but we were a part of our surroundings in a way I never felt before from riding in a car. So open and free. I understand why people love to ride, all your worries seem to fly away with the wind.

  Climbing off his bike, my smile is huge and my body relaxed. My legs feel a bit wobbly, but other than that I’m good. Caveman slings an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. I reciprocate by sliding my hand under his jacket and across his back to rest on his right hip. No way with us walking in there like this would anyone not understand I was his.

  Oh crap.

  My feet trip a bit and Cave stops to look down into my worried face.

  “Wood?” I ask him. What will happen when we walk in there like this and Wood sees us? Or, oh God, what if Wood is there with a woman all over him?

  “He’s with your girl. Security. He won’t be here till later.” With my girl? Thank goodness Jay is able to get all this sorted. I nod to Cave and we make our way inside the big building. It has a huge open floor plan that I absolutely adore. Fantastic kitchen. I would never have placed a kitchen like this with a bunch of bikers. Did they really need top of the line appliances? Maybe Cave will let me cook something while they have their meeting or whatever since he didn’t stop for anything. Seriously hate walking into a party without something.

  Not many people wondering around the living room, I’m guessing that’s what it’s called. There are multiple couches and comfortable chairs arranged in a messy but determined arrangement, focusing around one of the biggest TV’s I have ever seen. Pool tables in the far corners next to a long bar underneath the overhang from the second floor, which is basically just a long line of doors. Motorcycles and stretches of highway pictures grace the walls, as well as one big banner-type thing that matches the patch on Caveman’s jacket hanging dead center on the wall.

  First impression, scary as fuck. Further inspection, badass and awesome.

  “Yo, Cave.”

  Caveman’s chin lifts at his friend as he walks up to us once we are fully inside the clubhouse. The man flicks his head, dislodging a hunk of black hair away from his almond shaped eyes, and smiles at Cave before winking at me. I think Stacy said his name was Tech? The hot emo looking Asian biker.

  “Rage?”

  “Already here, along with Stitch and Rogue. Steel’s calling it in five,” Tech answers Caveman’s question easily and leaves me in cryptic decoding hell. Nothing these guys say makes any sense. Caveman turns to me and drops his arm from my shoulders, leaving me with a little chill. I liked his body heat soaking into me.

  “Don’t know how long I’ll be.”

  “Okay. Um, can I use the kitchen? I can whip up some pretty good party snackage while you’re detained.”

  “Party snackage?” Tech questions with a chuckle, looking to Caveman.

  “Noelle,” Cave sighs my name, which brings back my irritation from before. Why is it such a big deal to let me make something to eat for everyone. Who doesn’t like at least chips and dip at a party? My hands rest onto my hips, showcasing my sass.

  “Well you wouldn’t stop on the way here like I wanted.” Caveman chuckles at me before smacking a lightly stinging slap onto my ass and walking away from me.

  “Ouch! Was that a yes?” I call out. He points over to one of the couches without looking back to me or saying a word. “Hmph, ass,” I grumble and sit on the couch. Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at Caveman’s retreating back but don’t miss the shocked expression on Tech’s face before it melts away into a smile. With a thoughtful look, he turns to follow Caveman into what looks to be a backroom behind the bar.

  Left alone, I slip my phone from my pocket and tap it unlocked. Whatever, I will just play some Gummy Drop and they will not get to try my bomb ass dip. Whose loss is it really? Not mine.

  Caveman

  Fucking cute.

  I can see a lot of fun being had by denying her shit just to rile her up. Propping her hands up on those hips and thrusting her tits up and out at me, fuck yeah I’m gonna have some fun.

  Walking into the room where we conduct Church, I put my game face on and push Noelle to the back of my mind and focus on the club. When the Prez, Sergeant-of-Arms, and Road Cap from your mother chapter show up for a visit, you pay fucking attention. I give each of the men in the room a nod in acknowledgement before sitting down to the left of my Prez.

  “Rage,” Steel greets with a handshake before turning to Stitch and Rogue to do the same. “Grab a seat. How’s it been?”

  Rage sits down across the table from Steel while his men stand behind him. Doesn’t matter that we are all Demon Rebels. They take care of their shit. Rage smiles at Onyx and receives an identical smile in return. Onyx is a carbon copy of his father, the only difference is age shows on Rage that Onyx hasn’t lived yet. Salt and pepper hair and crinkles around his eyes mark really the only differences.

  “Cuttin’ all the bullshit here. We’re here for a check-in and to update you on some plans for the future.”

  “This about the mine on OP’s territory? I didn’t think ya’ll wanted to expand out that far?” Steel asks with a raised eyebrow.

  And here we go. I have a feeling we’re going to be back here for a fucking while.

  Talk and negotiations continue, but start to wind down eventually until Rage sidetracks to Steel.

  “Your shit being handled, boy?”

  “My shit?”

  “Word is you got a problem with money,” Stitch pipes in with a curl in his lip. My spine straightens and eyes narrow at the scarred up Sarge. I don’t care who the fuck he is, he better back the fuck up before he goes too far and my knife gives him more scars, the kind that won’t heal.

  “Yeah? And where was it that you heard this word from?” Onyx’s question is worded to Stitch, his tone clearly stating for the man to watch his attitude.

  Rage’s lip twitches. “Birds sing, boy. I just want to make sure it’s being handled.”

  “It is,” I answer in a firm no-further-discussion tone that gets a nod of respect from Stitch, like I fucking care.

  “Good. Now I saw some sweet ass looking pussy out there. You got anyone lined up to play tonight?” Rage chuckles and stands, the tension in the room instantly dissipates. Officers start heading into the main room, leaving only a few of us still conversing. Until my Prez is done, I’m here.

  “How long are you staying?” Onyx asks and slaps his dad on the back.

  “Just tonight. Got my own shit to handle.”

  “How’s Gypsy?” At his inquiry over his sister, Stitch becomes tense and alert. That’s interesting. And a fucked up situation. You never go there. Fuck, never.

  “Better. Let’s grab a beer.”

  “I can’t. I gotta get to the house, fill Wood in and relieve his ass.” Onyx quickly gives him a man hug and hits the door.

  “What the fuck?” Rage mumbles before turning to Steel. “Care to explain?” Steel slaps Rage on the shoulder before squeezing.

  “We got ourselves a woman and we just found out she’s pregnant, in a nutshell. Complicated as fuck situation,” Steel explains straight out and shocks the fuck out of me as well as Rage if his dumbfounded look is anything to go by. Noelle’s girl is knocked up? By Steel or Onyx?

  Fuck.

  “The fuck!? Since fucking when? I’m gonna be a fucking grandpa?” Rage looks proud, freaked the fuck out, and gobsmaked all at the same time. Steel walks him to the door and into the main room.

  “That depends on how you look at it,” Steel mumbles and I inwardly roll my eyes before following them out behind Stitch, leaving me as the last man to exit.

  With business over I can get back to Noelle, and I better not fucking find her with some fucker. Not that I think she’d be the one up on him, but my woman is fucking sexy as hell
and I wouldn’t put it past anyone with a cock to try to tap what I got.

  Shit.

  I’m gonna fucking kill him.

  Seeing something completely different than what I thought, it’s fucking worse. Noelle frowning, arms wrapped around her torso in a defensive position while watching asshat Wood fucking flirting up some skanky barely dressed bunny. His hands skimming all over her ass, tossing a tit squeeze in here and there. Fuck.

  Stomping up to him, I slap a hand down onto his shoulder. Hard.

  “Fucking occupied, brother.”

  “Wood,” I cut out in a warning tone. Motherfucker better not fucking push me right now with his shit.

  “Fuck. Hold on to that sugar for me, be right back,” Wood tells the skank before walking over to the stairs with me.

  “You’re fucking killing her,” I dig right into him.

  “Mind your own. I’m giving her exactly what she deserves.”

  “The fuck she does. If you would chill the fuck out, listen, and look at her, you will see what you being a dick is doing to her.”

  “What does it fucking matter anyway. She’s yours already,” he snaps at me and my vision starts to fade to red.

  “Ours. She’s ours you fuck wit and you fucking know it. Give her a chance to apologize,” I push again.

  “Sure thing, Sensitive Sally. I’ll jump right the fuck on that,” Wood pushes away from the railing and goes back to the skank before pulling her under his arm and walking her down to one of the bathrooms out of sight, giving the appearance of taking her away to fuck her, the asshole. I fucking know he won’t fuck that bitch in the bathroom, he prefers his club room upstairs, but Noelle? Fuck.

  I take large steps to stop at her side and tuck her close to me before lifting her face to see her eyes. Her watery eyes. I’m gonna fucking murder that bastard, fucking slowly. “Fuck the party. Let’s go.”

  She nods her head in agreement and I pull her away from the clubhouse nodding to our Prospects and Enforcers, relieving my duty of the night to them, before mounting up and slinging rocks, headed for my place. The whole time feeling her tremble against me.