SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club

by Palomino, Honey

  SAVING REBEL

  Copyright © 2014 HONEY PALOMINO

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidences are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.

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  Sweat poured down my back as I scrubbed the grease from my hands. I was hot and exhausted, but at least my bike was finally fixed, thanks to my best friend Harley, who had helped me all day.

  As I was drying my hands, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn around. I blinked at the beauty standing in front of me.

  Long, curly black hair framed her heart-shaped face. What she wasn’t wearing was much more noticeable than what she was wearing - but those tall, black leather boots, and short, denim skirt, topped with the tiniest black bikini top I had ever seen - perfectly complimented her naked flesh. Her full breasts were straining to escape the small, tiny pieces of satin fabric.

  She was young, probably too young. But she was oozing pure sexuality, and my cock sprang to attention in seconds as I drank her in.

  I raked my gaze across her petite, tight body, starting with those gorgeous, perky breasts, taking in the hard nipples that were trying to poke through their confines, and then trailing down to her curvy hips that were tightly wrapped in denim.

  “Hey, handsome.”

  Her voice was low and sultry and if I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine she was older.

  “Hey…” I said, doing my best not to pounce and mount her right there on the back of my bike. “How can I help you?”

  I looked over her shoulder, but didn’t see a car or bike, and while this was our MC’s clubhouse, it was also a legitimate car and motorcycle repair shop.

  The beauty sashayed over, her hips swinging seductively as she stood right in front of me and looked up with impossibly large blue eyes. Something about her seemed familiar, but with looks like that, I would have never forgotten her.

  “I just wanted to take a look around, if that’s okay with you?”

  She batted her baby blue eyes at me and my cock grew even harder.

  “Why? Look around at what?” We had customers all the time, but nobody ever wanted to just look around. Something wasn’t right, but with her tits bouncing with every movement, I was having a very difficult time concentrating.

  She reached over and touched the leather seat of my bike, her fingers sliding slowly over the grains and up to the shiny black tank.

  “At bikes. I’ve always loved them,” she said, almost wistfully. “I grew up around them, but haven’t been able to ride in a while.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked, my throat catching as I tried to control my raging erection as I watched her caress my bike with her tiny fingers.

  “Yeah,” she turned, taking her hand off the bike and putting it on my chest, fingering the leather cut I was wearing and staring up at me again. “And bikers, too. I like bikers.”

  “Do I know you?” Those eyes were so familiar, but I knew I didn’t know her. She was the kind of woman a man didn’t tend to forget.

  “I don’t know. Do you?”

  She looked up at me, her eyes almost daring me to touch her, as she played with my vest.

  “Look, baby girl, don’t you think you’re a little out of your league here?”

  She smiled at me for the first time, her pouty pink lips stretching across her face in a slow, seductive transformation. I was holding my breath, and when I made a conscious effort to inhale, I was accosted by the sweet flowery smell of her.

  “I don’t, actually.” She arched her back, pressing those perfect mounds into my chest. Just when I was about to reach out and pull her to me, she turned and walked away. Her hips seemed to sway even more as she walked around the shop, touching every piece of leather she could find on the other bikes, her fingers running through the dangling fringe on some of the handlebars. There were half a dozen bikes laying around in different stages of repair and she made a point to touch each one of them.

  “I like the way it smells in here, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes darting around, taking everything in as I watched her curiously.

  “The smell of leather warmed by the sun, old grease…whiskey.” The words slid out of her beautiful mouth seductively.

  She walked over to the counter, and grabbed my half empty whiskey bottle that was sitting amongst various tools and motorcycle parts. With the confidence of a seasoned woman, she removed the lid and lifted the bottle to her luscious lips, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into her mouth.

  My cock hardened even more as my eyes locked onto her lips engulfing the neck of the bottle.

  “Sure, I guess…” I replied, once again holding my breath, waiting for her next move.

  She circled back to stand in front of me, the bottle still in her hand. She stood directly between me and my bike, and once again she arched her back until her nipples touched my chest.

  “Want some?” she asked, her low voice almost a moan as she licked her lips.

  “Um…sure.” I took the bottle from her and took a huge swig from it.

  I didn’t know who she was, or where she came from, or even what the hell she wanted, but the one thing I did know was that if she stood there much longer pressing her tits into me, I was going to rip that bikini top right off her tiny little body.

  She smiled as she watched me swallow the liquor and then took the bottle from me and drank from it again. When she licked her lips again afterwards, she pressed even harder into me.

  “There’s only one smell that’s missing, don’t you think?”

  “What’s that?” I replied.

  “Pussy."

  Her brazenness caused me to laugh loudly, and I smiled down at her. She was short, allowing me the perfect view of her cleavage from my vantage point.

  “You are one brave girl, coming in here dressed like that and talking about pussy.”

  “Yeah, I guess I am. But you wouldn’t hurt me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes at me once more as I shook my head at her.

  “No, but you don’t fuckin’ know that.” I growled down at her, hoping to scare her just a little. What a risk this little minx was taking. Visions of bending her over my bike filled my head and my swollen cock was not helping the situation at all.

  “Yeah, but I like to take risks. If you don’t take risks, then how can you have any fun?”

  “Is that what your looking for? Fun?” I asked.

  “That’s one of the things I’m looking for,” she replied, her body moving even closer to me.

  “And what’s your idea of fun, baby girl?” I took the bottle from her again and took another swig while I waited for her answer.

  She reached out and touched the edge of my cut again, her fingers sliding up and down it as she gazed up at me.

  “Well, to start with, you look like you could be a lot of fun.”

  “Listen, baby girl. If you don’t stop right now, I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. Now, unless you want me to bend you over my bike and shove my hard cock into your young little pussy, you’d best leave now.”

  “My pussy isn’t so young. I’m 19.”

  I groaned. She was practically begging for it now.

  “Even so,” I growled at her, “I’m giv
ing you a chance to march your tight little ass out of here before I have no choice but to destroy it.”

  “Like I said,” she replied, her hands reaching up behind her neck and slowly untying the strings of her bikini top. “I’m a risk taker.”

  Her hands fell along with the fabric, and her creamy breasts came into full view. I swallowed hard, and my cock throbbed hotly in my jeans.

  “I warned you!” I said. I dropped the bottle with a loud thunk, whiskey spilling at our feet as I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled her into me, my mouth slamming against hers as I slid my tongue into her mouth.

  She kissed me back passionately, pressing her entire body against me, her naked breasts smashed against my chest. Roughly, I turned her around and bent her over the seat of my bike.

  I pulled her skirt up around her hips, exposing her bare ass and pussy. Her ass was tight and firm, and I moaned in pleasure as I pulled open my jeans as fast I could.

  Watching her carefully, half expecting her to go running in fear, I was impressed at her calmness as she waited patiently, a serene smile on her face as she wiggled her upturned butt at me.

  “Yes! Give it to me!” she whispered, her head resting on the seat of my bike.

  I shook my head, not believing my good luck, as I slammed my cock up her incredibly tight and already slick pussy. If cock is what she wanted, then I was going to give it to her.

  And give it to her I did. She moaned and whimpered as I pounded into her, thrusting mercilessly as she opened to me. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet my every stroke, her sweet pussy spasming around me as I fucked her harder and harder.

  “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!” she demanded, her voice rising with each thrust.

  My cock swelled inside her as I filled her spasming pussy. She gripped my cock as pleasure tore through our bodies, shuddering as we came together in a raw explosion of sexual energy.

  I pulled out of her as she stood up and turned around, her irresistible smile and her bare swinging tits causing my cock to twitch again. I smashed my mouth down on hers, pulling her into me, and wrapped my arms around her.

  I hadn’t had chemistry like this with a woman in quite some time, and now that I had fucked her, I didn’t want to let her go.

  We were still kissing, standing there with my cock still raging between us, when the door to the clubhouse opened and Harley walked out.

  “Hey, Mason, do you want a beer…” His voice trailed off when I saw I wasn’t alone.

  “Shit, man, sorry…” he said, as he turned to go back inside.

  We had jumped and pulled our mouths away to look at him when he walked out, but he turned to walk back in just as quickly.

  He stopped dead in his tracks when the voice beside me called his name softly.

  “Harley?”

  He turned slowly, a haunted look in his eyes as he stared at the bare breasted girl standing next to me.

  “Rebel!?” He asked incredulously. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “What the fuck!” I yelled, pulling away as fast as I could from her, and frantically putting away my cock. “Rebel? Your SISTER? Goddammit!”

  “Hi, Mason,” she said to me, her sly smile a cruel tease. “I guess you didn’t recognize me, huh?”

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  ONE YEAR EARLIER

  Happy birthday to me, I thought. Only one person in the whole world had remembered, and he was on top of me, inside of me, pounding away at me like an ungraceful mule as I lay motionless beneath him, my head a million miles away already.

  My plan was to be on the train by now. But instead I was late, because once again, my stupid heart had gotten in the way. Tears began falling down Jimmy Morgan’s handsome, innocent face when I explained that I had to get out of town, and since - as of 2:48 a.m. this morning - I was finally eighteen years old, I could actually leave.

  This time, nobody could stop me.

  But Jimmy had succeeded in delaying me. He was the only person in the entire universe that had been nice to me in the last six years and I cared about him, as much as I could care about anyone. He was the only friend I had, and I felt terrible leaving him behind.

  But I had to go far, far way. And we both knew it.

  “I’m going to miss you so much, Reb,” he said through his tears as he thrust his cock inside of me.

  I was completely shut down. I was doing this for him, one last time before we said goodbye, because I knew that he wanted it. Jimmy wasn’t the type to easily get girlfriends and it would be a long while before he would get laid again.

  So, I went ahead with it. Not out of spite, or duty, but because I did genuinely care for him. My heart was locked up and tightly secured away, so the concept of loving anything wasn’t something I was friendly with. But I appreciated Jimmy. He made me laugh every now and then, which was a rare thing and as much as he was able to, and often he would take me out and help me forget about everything that went on in the dark hell hole that I was forced to call home.

  His sweaty hands clutched at my shoulders as he shuddered above me, and when I was sure he was finished, I gently wiggled out from under him. He rolled over, staring up at the ceiling with a look of utter sadness on his sweet face.

  I leaned over, gave him a quick kiss on his lips and jumped up to get dressed.

  “Everything’s going to be okay, Jimmy. Don’t worry about me. I’ll call you when I get settled, alright?”

  “Sure,” he said, his voice full of disappointment.

  My heart sank when I looked at him lying there, his cheeks wet with tears.

  “Oh, Jimmy…” I didn’t know what to say to him. I wanted to somehow make him feel better, but there was no way to make this situation better than to leave quickly. Tear it off fast like a bandaid. I sighed, and took a deep breath.

  I lifted my backpack onto my shoulders. It was surprisingly light, considering it contained everything I owned.

  I smiled down at Jimmy one last time.

  “Hey, look at me,” I said, softly.

  He turned his tear-filled baby blue eyes up to me for the last time.

  “I won’t forget you. I promise. We’ll see each other again soon.” I reached down, kissed him once more and looked into his eyes again. “You’re the best. Take care of yourself, Jimmy.”

  I stood up, turned and walked out of his bedroom for the last time.

  Outside, under the searing Texas summer heat, my boots pounded the pavement and with every step closer to the bus station, my heart thundered louder and louder in my chest. When I found myself standing in front of the ticket counter with a wad of cash and my ID in my hand, the thundering was so loud, I could barely hear the lady behind the counter talking to me.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

  “Where ya headed?” she asked again, bubblegum smacking in her mouth.

  “Oh. Right. Dallas, please.”

  “Just one ticket?” Her ponytail shook back and forth on the top of her head with each word.

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice shaking. “Just me.”

  She looked at my ID, then looked back at me and smiled.

  “Happy Birthday…” she searched for my name on the card, “Jill.”

  When she said my given name, I flinched. The last person that called me Jill was my mother, and as the memories began to flood my head, I slammed down the imaginary gate in my head and turned my thoughts away from them as quickly as I could.

  “Rebel. Everyone calls me Rebel.”

  “Rebel, huh? Well, happy birthday Rebel. You’d better hurry, they’ve already started boarding.”

  “Thanks.”

  She handed me my ticket, my change, and my ID and I ran to the bus as quickly as I could, clutching the ticket tightly in my hand.

  I gave the driver my ticket and found a seat in the back right as the engine roared to life. Moments later, the wheels started turning and I sighed a huge sigh of relief.

  As I watched the sights of ugly, dirty El Paso f
ly by out the window, tears of happiness began pouring down my face.

  I had no idea what I was going to do once I got to Dallas. I had $34 left in my pocket and a backpack full of jeans and t-shirts.

  But the one thing I did know was that I never had to come back to this hideous place again. And that was fucking amazing.

  This was the best fucking birthday ever.

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  My blood boiled at the sight of my best friend and little sister going at it like a couple of rabbits in the shop. By the looks of his withering wet dick hanging between his legs, he no doubt had her bent over his bike right before I walked out.

  Mason had been my best friend since the first grade. Those born into the MC life tend to stay in it, and we were no exception. My dad, Red, had been the founding president of the Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club. Mason’s dad, Teddy, was the VP. It was the only life either of us had known, and there was no end in sight.

  After my dad and mom went to prison for drug trafficking and killing three cops in the bust when I was only eighteen, I came to the conclusion that the only thing I could do was join the club.

  I tried to adopt Rebel, who was only twelve at the time, but the courts wouldn’t let me, and sent her off to foster care.

  As much as I hated it, I let her go and I devoted my life to the MC. They didn’t let me take over right away, but they made me a prospect, and I moved up the ranks fast and easy.

  Mason had been right beside me the whole way.

  Running the club was in our blood - what else could we have done?

  Six years later, I was the one sitting at the head of the table with Mason at my right, both of us looking eerily like our fathers. Mason’s dad, Teddy, had been torn from us two years earlier in a vicious gunfight with a rival MC, and Mason had stepped up and taken his place respectfully.

  Seeing Rebel again ripped open long-buried wounds that I knew would never heal. I missed our parents — hell, I missed Rebel — but she had been a little hellion from the time she came kicking and screaming out of our mama’s belly and I had to admit I felt a little relief when the judge told me I wouldn’t be allowed to raise her.