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

by Glenna Maynard

  “I don’t need to know the details of your sex life.”

  “Oh whatever.” She loops her arm through mine. “I have to know. Did Roane live up to his reputation?”

  I make the motion of locking my lips and throwing away the key.

  “Don’t you dare. Tell me everything. Well okay not everything but is he really that big?” She holds her hands apart guessing his size.

  “Bigger. Much bigger.” I giggle as her brown eyes widen.

  “Well damn. And you ain’t even walkin’ funny. My baby sister is a ho.”

  “You aren’t wrong. The things he can make me do…” I bump my hip against hers and we both laugh.

  I end up driving my car to the restaurant, so we don’t have to swing back by Pam’s for it later. We end up at a pizza joint and arcade. One I used to come to after school when we dated.

  “C’mere and look at this.” Roane motions me to a wall of photographs and points. There’s a picture of us. His arm is around me and we both have the cheesiest grins plastered on our faces. I lean into him and he pecks my lips with a soft kiss. “You and me were always meant to be, baby doll.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. C’mon. Let’s order.”

  I slide into the booth next to my man and I can’t help but embrace the giddy feeling washing over me. This is what I’ve been missing. Roane. Pam. Even Link.

  This is right.

  He’s right.

  I belong with Roane.

  **

  “You ready for this?” Pam stands behind the chair in Roane’s shop ready to hold my hand if needed.

  Roane is taking his sweet time sketching a unique design. He does this for every client. He doesn’t do the same tattoo twice. He goes through all the prep steps and I put in headphones, turning my playlist up loud to drown out the sound, I close my eyes. I’m unable to watch. If this wasn’t so important to him, I wouldn’t be going through with this. The last time I had blood drawn I fainted on the spot. I feel a small stinging sensation and it’s not as bad as I imagined. The process takes longer than I’d like but it definitely could be worse.

  After an hour and a half, Roane’s lips press against mine. He pulls an earbud out and I open my eyes. “All done. You did great. Come look in the mirror before I bandage your wrist.”

  It’s a black and grey shaded lotus flower with tribal patterned leaves and his name around it. It’s beautiful.

  “The lotus is a sign of rebirth, the leaves represent growth, and I think my name is obvious.”

  “I love it. Thank you.” I cup his furry jaw and go in for a kiss. His tongue probes deep and wet against mine. The way this man kisses ought to be a crime. So good. I pull back realizing I don’t hear my sister’s sassy mouth. “Where’s Pam?” I look around for my sister.

  “Her and Link had to get to the clubhouse. She said she’d see you tomorrow. Let’s get you bandaged so we can go up and get ready for bed.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I help Roane clean up after he bandages my tattoo. “Did you mean it that you wanted my help with managing your shop?”

  “Yup.”

  “Wouldn’t you get sick of spending so much time with me?”

  “Never.” His arms come around me, cupping my backside and giving me a squeeze.

  Chapter 10

  Roane

  Jules is at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth. Having her here, makes me realize what I’ve been missing. Someone to share my life with. I thought I was good with being single but now that I have her, I know I was simply coasting through from one day to the next. Fucking random women whenever the need arose never finding satisfaction. A physical release. But no sense of real joy in the act.

  Jules is the real deal. The kind of woman you grab on to and hold on to no matter the costs. I know she’s been hurt, but I’ll build her back up. I finish up in the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Nothing better than holding her besides being buried deep within her. I noticed her wincing in pain earlier and made her take some painkillers for that tattoo and her back.

  Kills me to think of my girl hurting because that low life laid his fists on her body. He’s going to learn that he messed with the wrong woman. Link made me promise that whenever I take him out that I’ll let him get some licks in. He cares about Jules too being she’s his sister-in-law. “You ready for bed?”

  “Mhmm.” She takes her earrings out, placing them off to the side.

  I kiss her shoulder, tempted to bend her over the sink and fuck her right here. “Tomorrow when your stuff arrives, Pam is gonna come over to help you unpack. I want you to put your things wherever you want. This is your place as much as its mine. If you have stuff that won’t fit or that needs stored there’s a spare room in the back of the shop you can use that has a door that locks on it. It’d be safer there than one of the storage units.”

  “Okay. Sounds good to me. I don’t have a lot. Mostly my wardrobe and a few knickknacks that belonged to my Nee-nee.”

  “Let me at the sink.” She moves off so I can brush my teeth and finish up. By the time I’ve finished and go to get in bed she’s already passed out, having claimed the left side. It’s the side I normally sleep on but I’m not gonna complain. I’m merely happy to share my bed with her. I slide in under the covers and align my body with Jules’, hugging her from behind. One arm over her chest and a leg thrown over hers. She curves into me, that thick ass pushed up on me.

  Fucking hell, the warmth and touch of my woman is making me hard again, but I’m not going to wake her. She needs sleep. We both do.

  I close my eyes, but all I can focus on is that curvy body pressed into mine like a perfect fit. Sliding a hand under her shirt, I palm her tit, teasing the rosy nipple, rolling the sensitive skin between my thumb and finger until it hardens to a point and my sexy vixen is moaning.

  “Shouldn’t you be sleeping,” her voice is whispery and soft.

  “Can’t keep my hands to myself.” My lips drag along the slender column of her neck. Jules rolls to her back and I move over top her. She’s wearing these drawstring pants that are pulled too tight for me to get at her. “You trying to keep me out?”

  She laughs. “No, trying to keep my pants up. They’re a size too big.”

  I grunt. “Don’t want you wearing shit all to bed. Want to be able to take you anytime I want to.”

  “Well considering its winter and I get cold easily, that’s not happening.” Her feet press into my calves.

  “Damn, baby doll. What you do, stick them things in the freezer before you got into bed?” I dip my head to claim those lips.

  “You caught me.”

  “Want some socks?”

  “I’d just kick them off.”

  “Why don’t you kick these off,” I suggest, yanking on the knotted strings separating me from what I need. I push her shirt up over her head, getting an eyeful of her perfect tits. Her nipples are erect in desperate need of being sucked. I take my time paying attention to both, alternating between the two. Lips parting, the pace of her breathing increases. So damn responsive. I thrust my hips, wanting her to feel how hard she has me. “Need these pants out the way, Jules.”

  Reaching between us she undoes the knot and starts shoving the thick cotton down her thighs. She gets them part way down before I slam inside her. Goddamn, she’s so fuckin’ wet, my cock slides right in. Squeezing me tight, she nearly has me coming for her already. The woman has voodoo pussy. Pussy so damn good it must be cursed.

  “You’ve completely ruined me. Destroyed my cock for anyone else. Nothing better than this, Jules.”

  “Good,” she whispers and takes all I have to give.

  **

  “He give you any trouble?”

  “Pansy ass motherfucker nearly shit his pants when he opened the door and saw Sledge and me on the other side,” Sleeper tells me. “Threatened to call his cop daddy. That shit made me laugh. I wanted to beat the fuck out of him
but did as you asked, left him without a hair touched.” He laughs and pulls a cigarette out.

  “Good. I don’t want any blowback on anyone. That asshole will never see me coming.”

  “Heard that.”

  “Help me unload the truck then we’ll ride over to the clubhouse.”

  Jules went to lunch with Pam. The guys and I get the boxes packed upstairs and stacked in the living room. The two of them can sort through her stuff and unpack when they return. I have to check in with Prez and let him know about that piece of shit Sam.

  Murder is already expecting us when we arrive at The Devil’s Playground. He’s seated at his reserved table drinking some Black Rebel Riders’ MC apple pie moonshine. I recognize the label on the jar. He kicks a chair and mutters, “Have a seat.” I take the seat next to him and Sleeper and Sledge borrow chairs from neighboring tables. “You boys doin’ some sightseeing?”

  “I called in a marker.”

  “Wanna tell me why I’m just hearing this?”

  “Had to make a move. Pam’s sister, Jules is in town. Me and her have history. Long story short the bastard she was with been beating on her and I called Sleeper to go to her place and pack her shit up. They drove the truck down and delivered her belongings.”

  “You claiming her I take it?”

  “Put my ink on her last night.”

  Murder shakes his head and takes a hefty drink. “What of the boyfriend?”

  Sleeper speaks up. “Left him untouched but did some digging. Made some calls. Fucker wears a suit. Thinks his shit smells like roses. Lawyer with a cop daddy into dirty shit. Takes bribes. The son has some bad habits and owes the Cortez Cartel for a lot of blow. Word is he’s on the hook bad. He won’t be around long. Mikal is not a patient or understanding man.”

  “I’ll put in a call and set up a meeting. I’ll buy his debt if they deliver him to the warehouse breathing,” Murder decides. “Then we’ll show him what we do to spineless pricks who hurt women.” he looks to me. “That good with you?”

  “Yeah, Prez. Sounds good to me. As long as I get watch him take his final breath.”

  Chapter 11

  Julie

  Pam eyes the stacks of boxes that have taken over Roane’s living room. “Shit. It’s official, little sister. Welcome to the old Ladies’ Club.”

  “The what?”

  “You know. You’re officially one of the girls. Us Old Ladies stick together. We get together once a week for girl’s night. We each take turns hosting. I won’t add you to the rotation until you and Roane get settled in. I’m still shook he asked you to move in so fast. You musta’ gave it to him good.” Her tongue darts out wagging like a dog’s tail.

  “Is sex all you think about? You’re worse than a man.”

  “No shame in my game. I’m a sexual being and comfortable with talking about it.”

  I roll my eyes. “Take this to the bathroom.” I hand her the box of my toiletries. I have to give Roane’s friends credit they were thorough and took everything. Even the toilet paper. “I’ll sort through it later. Right now I just want to get the boxes to their designated area.”

  My summer clothes and shoes will have to go downstairs for storage. Roane has like twenty pairs of jeans hanging in his closet. The space is definitely limited. I start moving my winter clothes into the bedroom when my sister comes out of the bathroom swinging a big ol' flesh colored dildo around.

  My eyes go big and round. “Where the hell was that?”

  “It was in your box.” She grins. “I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

  Cheeks flaming red and hot, I squeak out, “That’s not mine.”

  “Eww.” She flings the toy and it rolls across the hardwood floor, coming to a stop at my feet. “Well if it doesn’t belong to you then who?” She sticks her tongue out making a gagging sound.

  “Hell if I know. I’ve never seen that thing in my life. You better wash your hands. Who knows where it’s been? Do you think those guys would have stuck it in there as a joke?”

  “I guess it’s possible, though playing pranks isn’t really Sleeper’s style from what I know of the dude. I’ve only met him a handful of times at rallies. Do you think it was Sam’s?”

  “Sam? No way.” I shake my head, however I also never thought Sam would cheat on me or develop a drug problem. At first he said he only wanted to have a little fun. Said it was part of being in the boys’ club at work. Whatever that meant. I never thought he’d attack me either. Looking back, it’s as though I was living with a complete stranger. This time though things will be different. I know Roane and he knows me. With him its easy and natural. Nothing forced. We click. We fit, like two halves of one whole. “I don’t know but I’m getting rid of it.” I go into the kitchen and find a drawer stuffed full of plastic bags. I use one to pick the toy up and the other to discard it in.

  “I’m going to go bleach my hands.”

  “I’ll be back. I’m just gonna go toss this in the dumpster.”

  “Sure…have fun taking the trash out. It’s okay, Julie. You’re a woman and allowed your kinks.”

  “Seriously? So help me I will give it to Link and tell him you want him to shove it in your you know what.”

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “I’m unforgettable, darling,” she mocks.

  I slip my furry boots and my hoodie on. I’m only going downstairs and back, but it’s colder than a witch’s tit out there. I hurry down the steps, the chill of the winter air nipping at my cheeks. The sky is gray. The weatherman gave a forecast of snow for later this evening. It’s a perfect evening to cook chili and curl up with Roane and watch a movie.

  We have so much ahead of us. So many new memories to make. A week ago, the thought of love seemed laughable. Now I can’t imagine anything but him. It’s all happening so fast, but I know he’s it for me. I had always thought about him over the years. Wondering what happened to him and if he had a family. I never thought he’d be a member of the same motorcycle club as my brother-in-law let alone be a biker at all.

  To be fair though he always had a bad boy edge to him. It’s what attracted me to him in the first place. Dark hair, even darker eyes. Warm tan skin and a mouth sweet like cinnamon sugar. He was my world then and he is quickly becoming my world now. A bolt of lightning shot straight through to my heart the moment our eyes met in the clubhouse.

  Lost in my thoughts of him, I don’t notice the tall figure lurking behind me until it’s far too late. Opening the lid to the green dumpster, I drop the bag in and the moment I close it, a thick arm snakes around my throat, restricting my airway. Before I can scream another hand presses a cloth over my nose and mouth. Eyes rolling back in my head, I slump into the man’s hold on me and before all fades to black I recognize the scent of his cologne. Woodsy with a hint of vanilla. Sam.

  **

  Coming to, I blink my eyes. My temples pulsing, throat dry, hands and feet bound together. Fabric covers my mouth, tightly fastened around the back of my head, biting into my ears. I roll to my side and there he is. Sam is seated at a table drinking a bottle of scotch and smoking a cigar. Lines of cocaine on the table. I still, not wanting him to notice that I’m awake. Fear lances through my veins. I don’t know what he has planned or what he is even doing here. Why couldn’t he let me go? He didn’t love me. He said so himself.

  It’s only been a week since I last saw him and yet he looks differently now. Had I been blind to the physical changes in him? How skinny he has gotten. How hollow his cheeks are? How dead his once vibrant eyes are. He’s not the man I cared about. This Sam is someone different. A man I don’t recognize. A man I want nothing to do with.

  I need to try and break free of these bindings.

  He takes another swig from the bottle and curses under his breath. Head swinging toward me, he mutters more unintelligible mumblings. I close my eyes and pray he doesn’t realize I’ve moved. He’s drunk and high. Which means he is a
lso going to be one mean bastard. I focus on breathing evenly and wonder how long I was unconscious for. Has Pam realized I’m missing? Of course she has. My sister is a nut, though I know the minute she realized I didn’t return she called Link and Roane. They’ll be looking for me, but will they find me before it’s too late?

  Chapter 12

  Sam

  The minute that biker trash left my place with the fat whore’s things I got in my car and followed them. They had no clue. I followed them to West Virginia. I thought Julie would be at her sister’s place but turns out she’s been with some dumb bastard who doesn’t know what a stupid cunt he’s invited into his life. I watched them kissing and fawning over one another. Julie is mine. She belongs to me. I allowed her to go visit her skanky sister so she could see that I can be kind.

  It was meant to be her last visit. We’re not over till I say we’re over and I didn’t say. Julie is going to learn her lesson. No one questions me. No one tells me who to fuck and when. I’ve supported her fat ass for years. She was skinny when we first got together but as the years went on her hips got wider. I bought her gym membership and she wasted it. Said the place made her uncomfortable because the men stared at her body and hit on her. That was the point. I wanted them to look at what they couldn’t have. See what I had. I need a beautiful woman on my arm when I make my run for office. She ruined those plans. I couldn’t marry her. She wouldn’t do. I needed to find a replacement for her and when the time was right, I was going to sell Julie to Mikal Cortez to pay off my debt. For some reason beyond my comprehension he thought she was worth something.

  I’m still going to make the deal but not until I’ve had my fun with her first. She has no clue how many times I’ve done this to her while she was sleeping. Drugged her and had my thrill. I’ve even let my old man have a go at her a few times. She’d wake up disoriented and sore, having no clue it was because I did whatever I wanted with her. I prefer her unconscious but this time I want to hear her screams. I want her to remember my face and feel my hands around her throat. I’d kill the bitch if I didn’t need her as payment.