The Biker's Kiss : A Royal Bastards MC Holiday Novella

by Glenna Maynard

  The Biker’s Kiss

  A Royal Bastards MC Holiday Novella

  Glenna Maynard

  The Biker’s Kiss © 2019 Glenna Maynard

  This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.

  The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.

  The Biker’s Kiss

  Roane Connors doesn’t do relationships. He’s been burned before and isn’t looking to repeat past mistakes. All he needs is a warm body in his bed for the night. Someone to ring in the new year with. Julie Wilson ticks all his boxes. She’s back in town, hot, and single. When the clock strikes midnight one kiss ignites a spark this royal bastard’s not ready for. One kiss is all it takes to bring him to his knees and have him asking for forever.

  The Biker’s Kiss is a Royal Bastards MC holiday novella.

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence overall, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

  Dedication

  To First Loves and First Kisses.

  Acknowledgements

  To my fellow Royal Bastard authors, thank you for breathing life into this series and characters and for bringing me along for one hell of an exciting ride. Especially my girls, Crimson Syn and Nikki Landis. None of this would be possible without you bringing us all together. Kristin Youngblood and Mikki Thomas thank you for helping spread the word and for all the hard work you ladies do.

  To my girls—Nickie, Dawn, Liz, Morgan, Jordan, Tempi, Andi, and so many more thanks for all the support while I was writing this and cheering me on till the end. If I didn’t list your name forgive me, I have so many wonderful people who support me and I could never list you all, but I don’t appreciate you any less. And Nickie thanks for being a trooper and looking at my cover 500 times until it felt right.

  To Tina, who is so amazing and always ready to lend an ear, you’re so good to me. I appreciate you more than you know.

  My readers, I just can’t tell you how much your continued support means to me. Thanks for continuing to ride with me on these wild adventures.

  To my family, you are always so supportive of me and my dreams I love you for forever and a day.

  Contents

  Royal Bastard’s Code

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Author’s Note

  Preview Lady & The Biker

  About Glenna

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  Chapter 1

  Julie

  “I know you’re lying, Sam. Just tell me the truth. I saw the cryptic messages between you and whoever Amanda is. How long have you been cheating on me?”

  His hand flies back and whips across my face so fast that I don’t even process what’s happening until my cheek stings. Heat rises up my back and my stomach drops as I hold a palm to my flaming cheek. He hit me. Sam actually fucking hit me. I’m stunned as tears slide down my face. This man I thought I loved stares at me with pure venom in his eyes.

  “I told you never to touch my phone.” He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.

  “You hit me. You coward.”

  Sam grabs my upper arms and shakes me. “You’re a stupid cunt, aren’t you?”

  I know it’s a mistake the moment I do it, but I gather my spit and pucker my lips letting it fly right at his face. “I hate you,” I seethe.

  “Oh yeah. You fuckin’ hate me so much but you beg to ride my dick like it’s made of gold.” He smacks me again. This time splitting my lip. “You do nothing for me. I’m not attracted to your fat ass. Maybe if you’d lose some weight, I’d want to fuck you.”

  Fight or flight grips me and I know if I don’t make a plan to leave him now I never will. He won’t let me. Sam has a reputation to uphold. He’s a prominent attorney and in his cop daddy’s eyes he can do no wrong. But Sam has developed bad habits lately. Cocaine and heavy drinking. He’s changed. I have too. “I’m sorry,” I lie. The only thing I’m sorry about is the fact that I ever thought I could love him. That I ever let him touch me. “I didn’t mean it, honey. I don’t know what came over me.”

  His eyes narrow on me, searching my face. His jaw unclenches. He strokes my cheek, then my lips, wiping the drops of blood away. “Go clean yourself up. We have dinner plans with Dan Ritchie and his wife Mary.”

  “Okay.” I nod and he leans in for a kiss. My stomach lurches and it takes all my self-control not to vomit on his two-thousand dollar shoes.

  **

  One week later

  “You can’t tell me you’re just going to sit here by yourself and watch the ball drop. That’s so depressing, Jules.” Pam stands in front of the Tv blocking my view hands on the hips of her black leather pants. My sister is a total bad ass biker babe. Her old man, Link, short for Chain Link, belongs to a motorcycle club, Royal Bastards MC.

  “I don’t even know anyone here.” My friends are back home celebrating in style with my ex. There was no way I was going to tag along and watch him make out with his new girlfriend who also happened to replace me in my circle of friends. Some friends they were. The moment I broke things off with Sam everyone turned their backs on me like I had an infectious disease. I spent a few nights in a hotel. No one offered me a place on their couch. It was him or me and he won. He’s the asshole who put his hands on me and everyone acted like I was crazy for being upset. Everyone wanted to make excuses for him. Saying he had too much to drink. That I shouldn’t have smarted off to him about staying out late the night before when it was Christmas Eve and all I wanted was to spend the holiday together. I shouldn’t have gone through his phone. They were right about going through his phone. I should have broken things off the moment I started keep tabs on him. I knew I couldn’t trust him. He was deleting messages and keeping secrets.

  Turned out he had been cheating on me for months and
they all knew it. I should have known. It had been months since we had been together intimately. I confronted him and when he smacked me a switch flipped. No one had ever treated me like that. It was the last straw.

  Pam had been begging me to come stay with her and Link, and I had some vacation time to cash in at work before the end of the year so here I am camped out on her couch hiding from my life. It was either use the time or lose it and I’ve missed my big sister. I haven’t told her the truth about Sam. I told her we broke things off because neither of us were happy which is mostly true, but we still share the apartment. I spent the rest of the week sleeping in the guest room and avoiding him at all costs. I’ve been looking for a place but haven’t found something I can easily afford on my own. I rent a stylist chair from a salon in the mall. I’m not exactly rolling in money as a color specialist. I wouldn’t have been able to come visit Pam if she hadn’t offered to pay for my gas.

  “You know me. That’s all that matters. The club’s throwing a huge party. You’ve got to come.” She pouts her dark red lips out making a sad face. “Please, Julie. It’ll be fun. Promise.” Pam only calls me Julie when she’s trying to mom me.

  I roll my eyes. “Fine, but I don’t exactly have anything to wear.” I look down at my bleach stained yoga pants and Mickey Mouse t-shirt.

  “Leave that to me.”

  “You swear you won’t make me look like one of those what did you call them, club rabbits?”

  Her head goes back as she laughs. “Oh, sweet sister, I have so much to teach you tonight.”

  “That sounds like a warning.”

  “Oh, it totally is. The guys are going to love you.” I don’t like the mischievous glint she has in her eye. Pam has always been a wild child party lover and what some might call loose. Well until she got with Link a few years back the loose part changed, but she still loves a good party.

  Pam ushers me to her bedroom. “Sit.”

  I drop my bottom on the round seat of her vanity already feeling the pangs of regret. When we played dress up as kids, I swear she made me look like a clown on purpose. Who knows what she will do with me tonight.

  “Plug this in.” She hands me the plug end of her flat iron. Pam and I both have dark naturally curly hair. I never wear mine straight. “It’s time to spice things up and take a walk on the dark side.” My sister smirks at me through the reflection of the mirror.

  “Oh god,” I groan. “I’m going to look like a two-bit hooker, aren’t I?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? You saying I look cheap?”

  “No. You look wicked cool, but I don’t know the first thing about being a biker babe.”

  “You’ll learn fast. But the guys will behave. I’ll tell them you’re off limits.”

  “Might as well hang a sign around her neck that says virgin.” Link chuckles from the doorway of the bedroom.

  “Oh, hush, you.” Pam smacks at him with her hairbrush.

  “Well hello to you too,” he says on a grunt.

  “Don’t be a grump. You know I missed you, honey.” She goes up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband.

  Link is exactly the kind of man I pictured my sister running off with when we were growing up. He’s tall and big with tattoos on his face that say, ‘Yeah, I did time, what of it.’ He’s bad ass and not the kind of guy you want to piss off. But if he likes you, he can be a big ol’ teddy bear.

  Link folds his arms over his chest. “You coming to the clubhouse you gotta know the rules.”

  My brow shoots up. “Rules?”

  “Leave her alone,” Pam tells him, running the brush through my hair then rubbing in some smoothing serum.

  “Hey. I’m only looking out for her.”

  “Well, Jules is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” She waves him off and he pushes away from the door.

  “What’s this rules business?”

  “Nothing really. Just don’t be starting trouble. Which I know you won’t be. Look, things will be wild and loud. Use your imagination then think of it being ten times crazier.”

  “Uh huh. Very helpful.”

  “I know.” Pam glides her flat iron through my hair and Link returns with shots of dark liquor.

  I gladly take my shot and another. It burns down my throat and warms my belly. I’m going to need liquid courage for the night that awaits me. Of course, since Pam got with Link, I’ve been privy to some stories but hearing about something and experiencing it are two different things.

  Pam claps her hands together. “Makeup, clothes, shoes, and then we can go.” She gives Link a look before he dares to open his mouth and complain that we’re taking too long to get ready. He does however glance at his watch and mutter under his breath before taking another shot and leaving the room.

  “Shit. If you weren’t my sister, I’d bang you myself.” Pam laughs.

  “You’re sick. You know that?”

  “I take my meds.” She smirks. “See for yourself. I’m serious. I’m gonna have to break out my bat to keep the guys off you.”

  “Stop it.” I turn to look at myself in the mirror and damn big sister didn’t do me wrong. My hair is smooth and silky. Lips stained red and eyes done up dark and smoky.

  “Told you. Now put this shirt on and these jeans. They might be a little tight on your ass but that’s a good thing.”

  I shake my head. Pam has always been blunt and never one afraid to speak her mind. The woman has no filter. I leave my Mickey tee on and shimmy out of my yoga pants.

  “Please tell me that you have better panties than that.” Pam eyes my white cotton boycut bottoms.

  “What’s wrong with these?”

  “Nothing if you’re eighty. We want to get you laid. I have some with the tags still.” I fold my arms over my chest as she goes to the closet and pulls out a Victoria’s Secret bag. “Take your pick. Consider it a late Christmas gift.”

  “Gee thanks, Aissy. Pretty come fuck me panties.”

  “And the matching bra. No wonder you and Sam had shit sex if that’s what you were wearing to bed.”

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “I’m just sayin’.”

  “You can just say all you want out in the hall. Can I have some privacy please?” Truth is I don’t want her to see the bruises on my back. When Sam found out I was coming to stay with Pam he snapped on me and it got physical. In his twisted mind I’m still his even though we haven’t been a couple for a long time. Sure, physically I was there but emotionally I had been done for a long time. Longer than I realized until it was too late. The only reason he didn’t do more damage was because the neighbors heard and threatened to call the police on him. Not that it would have done any good. His dad is on the force and he’s an attorney. At the time I was happy he didn’t strike my face. If Pam knew she’d send Link after him, and I don’t want him getting into to trouble for assault on my behalf. Though I’d love to see Link beat the hell out of him.

  “Pfft. You act like I didn’t used to wipe your ass when you were little.”

  “Yeah and I’m thirty now so get out.”

  “How’s the landing strip? You all good down there.”

  “I swear if you offer to wax me, I’m staying in.”

  “I was only going to say I have some bikini hair remover in the bathroom. Excuse me for wanting to make sure your shit’s all nice.”

  “I’m good and I do appreciate you. But most big sisters don’t encourage their baby sister to go hookup with a random biker in pretty come fuck me panties.”

  “That’s because most big sisters aren’t as bad ass as me. Thank you very much.” She takes a bow and closes the door behind her.

  “Crazy ass,” I mumble and settle on a yellow lacey thong and matching bra. My sister is a fucking nut, but I love her to pieces. I have missed her so much. Being here and spending so much time with her has me wondering if maybe I don’t need a bigger change besides ending things with Sam. There is nothing keeping me in Clevela
nd. I could move here if I could find a job. I do miss getting to see Pam all the time. I need a clean break. I need away from Sam for good. Maybe her and Link will let me stay in the spare bedroom until I can get on my feet. I hate to ask her, but I don’t think they’d turn me away.

  I pull the jeans up and she’s right they are snug on my ass, but I like the way they look on me. I slip the top over my head, it’s a black sweater that hangs off my shoulders. My bra straps show though it’s not like a bunch of bikers will give a shit or even notice. I twist around in the mirror double checking that none of the bruising on my back is visible. They look worse than they are. I’ve been popping over the counter pain relievers to alleviate the discomfort. I drove here with ice packs between my back and the seat of my car hoping to get the swelling down. It helped a lot.

  I finish my look with the black silver studded heels she laid out for me.

  “Is it safe to come in now? Link is getting antsy,” Pam calls out.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Thank fuck,” Link grits. “Let’s go.”

  I grab my purse and while they get their jackets on, I pop a couple more pain pills for my back.

  Chapter 2

  Roane

  I roll up to the clubhouse, known to most as The Devil’s Playground. I came here tonight for two things. To get drunk and get laid. Hopefully Murder brought some new girls in. I’m tired of the same old busted up pussy all my brothers have had a go at. It’s New Year’s Eve. A night for new beginnings and forgetting old regrets. Like my bitch of an ex, Leah. Cheating cunt. She had me fooled until I came back early from a run and caught her in bed with the fuckin’ neighbor. I gave her the house and said fuck it all. I simply wanted rid of her. That was three years ago.