by Cox, Paula
“You’re wrong,” I say firmly, “and I’ll prove it.”
“How?”
But I don’t reply. I stand up and walk out of the room, ignoring his questions. I get on my bike and ride to the city, to Heather’s apartment, and then Heather, Charlotte, and I return to the clubhouse. All the way, Charlotte is bobbing in her seat. When I told her she was going to meet her Dadda, she could barely contain herself. When we reach the clubhouse, she jumps out of her car seat into my arms the moment it’s unbuckled, pawing at my face, saying over and over, “Dadda, Dadda!”
“I can’t go in there,” Heather says, staring at the clubhouse, but then Dad appears in the doorway.
“Heather?”
“Jacob?”
They stare at each other for a time, and then Heather makes for the clubhouse. I follow her, but split up with her when Dad leads Heather toward his office. Charlotte squeezes my nose, squealing, “Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!”
I knock on the door, making sure Slick is ready. His voice is croaky when he calls out, “Come in.”
I don’t think tears will ever start streaming down my face so quickly and so unexpectedly ever again in my life. As soon as Charlotte sees Slick—sitting in a chair now, probably so he doesn’t seem hurt—she squirms out of my grip, drops to the floor, and pads over to him. I watch as she tilts her head up at him and murmurs, “Dadda?”
Slick grins shakily, and leans down. “I reckon so, little lady,” he says, as I cry in the doorway. He picks her up and places her on his knee, facing him. When he looks to me for support, I give him a smile of encouragement. “I’m your Dadda, alright, if you’ll have me.”
He’s careful with her, handling her as though she’s made of glass, but then Charlotte jumps up and throws her arms around his neck. “Kiss Dadda!” she squeals, kissing him on the unbruised side of his face. “Kiss Dadda! Kiss Dadda!” She kisses him over and over, each kiss making me cry all the harder, and Slick laugh all the louder.
“Look,” Slick says, when she’s stopped. He takes a small pocket-mirror from the bedside cabinet, and frames him and Charlotte in it. “Look at our eyes, princess.”
“Same,” Charlotte says, grinning.
“Same,” Slick repeats, grinning in exactly the same way.
Epilogue
Slick
Being with Bri never gets old. We’re in the bike shop, which a VP and the President’s daughter shouldn’t be doing even if we do have Grizzly’s blessing now. Outside, a light sleet is falling, the air crisp and wintery. But inside it is warm. I have her bent over a bike she was working on, and her moans are about the sweetest, sexiest damn thing that exists in the world. I thrust into her one last time, grabbing her ass cheeks, and I feel her come all over me. It’s a beautiful thing, the way Brat comes. First, her pussy goes tight, so tight that I can feel it like a hand squeezing my cock, and then she starts squirting all over me, so that when I look down I see the come rubbing up and down my cock as I thrust. Damn, damn beautiful.
When we’re done, I pull out and pull my jeans up, looking back toward the outside.
“That was risky,” I say, buckling my belt.
Brat giggles, facing me. “If it isn’t risky, it isn’t worth it.” She gives me a wink.
“I was sent by your dad to make sure you weren’t in here. He’s given me clear orders that you’re supposed to be a lady now. You’re supposed to have left all that tomboy stuff behind you.”
“Don’t I look like a lady?” She flicks her hair, which is longer than it’s ever been before. Soon it’ll be long enough that, when she’s naked, she’ll be able to cover her nipples with it. I can’t wait for that. I get hard again just thinking about it. She dances over to me, kissing me, and then wrapping her arms around. “I’m sure I’ve persuaded you to keep my secret, though, right?”
I grin, can’t help but grin. When I think of how things are now—me living with Charlotte and Brat in the city, being VP, having a real say in the club—to how things were a few months back, it’s difficult to believe. I still have the nightmares, don’t reckon they’ll ever go away, but hell is easier to deal with when you’ve got a couple of angels of your own.
“Thought so.” She kisses me on the nose. “Anyway, this is my bike, and I don’t exactly have another garage I can use whenever I like. But don’t worry.” Holding her grease-stained hands up. “I’m actually going full-time at another job.”
“Are you? When?”
“Tomorrow,” she says. “Heather doesn’t call me the Little Fashionista for nothing, you know.”
“Goddamn, Brat.” I put my arms around her, pulling her to me so that my cock is pressed against her tight ass. Just emptied my balls, and yet I’m hard all over again. “When you talk about fashion you get me fuckin’ goin’. You’re the best of both worlds. Half greasy monkey, half fashion lady. Glamorous and dirty all in one.”
She shifts her hips, rubbing that tight ass against me. “I think I’d prefer dirty, just one more time . . .”
***
Bri
I’ve just helped one of my regular customers, Chantelle, pick out a flowing dress which accentuates her curves when Heather comes over. Heather has been nervous all day, flustered and snappish, and I think I know why; it’s the same reason Dad was acting off when I saw him earlier. Chantelle is a busty, curvy redheaded woman with a nervous smile, which gets more nervous as Heather stomps over. She hands me the purchase catalogue. Since we’ve started buying our own stock, she’s been consulting me more and more about what to go in on. As soon as she hands it to me, I push it back.
“I’ve already looked. See?” I gesture to the sticky notes poking out from the end.
“Oh.”
She flicks to the pages, and then throws her hand up. “No way!” she cries, red-faced.
“Oh,” Chantelle murmurs, peering over Heather’s shoulder at the catalogue.
“What?” Heather says, turning to her. “What is it?”
I’ve picked out some biker-style gear, all leather and studs, kinky and cool.
“I just think it looks quite—quite exciting,” Chantelle says, making for the door. “I’m sure some of the other girls would, too.”
Heather raises an eyebrow at me, as Chantelle leaves. “The girls—your regulars, she means?”
I nod.
“Oh, fine, fine!”
She almost drops the catalogue when Dad walks in, dressed not in leathers, but in a suit. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him in a suit. I’m so startled by the sight that I just start laughing, which doesn’t help matters. He grins awkwardly, and Heather shoots me a furious look.
“Heather,” he says.
“Jacob,” she replies.
Dad clears his throat. Heather moves from foot to foot. I watch, cringing, but I’m happy for them despite the awkwardness.
After a while, Heather turns to me and says, “I’ll be back in time to watch Charlotte this evening.”
“Okay, just go! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Heather shoots me another angry look, and then leaves, Dad holding the door open for her.
I spend the rest of the day helping customers, and then—once Heather has taken Charlotte, as promised, and once she’s ignored my questions about the date—I jump on my bike and head into the Rockies, sleet or no sleet.
Slick is there, as he said he would be, sitting at a foldout table next to my dirt bike in our metal hut. He places a picnic hamper on the table, which contains champagne and some nibbles, but I’m more interested in the blanket laid out on the floor. Candlelight throws our shadows onto the walls.
“Brat,” he says, rising to meet me. He grabs me, pulling me close to him. I love how much he takes control, how safe I feel with him.
“Brat,” I echo. “Will you ever stop calling me that?”
He grins, and shakes his head. “Don’t reckon so,” he says. “Unless you stopped being my Brat one day.”
“I never would,” I say, br
inging my lips to his. Before we kiss, I whisper, “I’m glad you came home to me, Slick. I’m glad you came home to us .”
“So am I,” he says, voice throaty.
And then we kiss, and a light snow begins to fall, shrouding us.
THE END
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REX: Diesel Devils MC By Paula Cox
I’M HERE TO RUIN HER LIFE.
I’m the farthest thing from a nice guy.
I’ve done things her pretty little mind can’t even imagine.
But if she wants to get out of this hellhole alive…
She’ll have to follow my every command.
I bought her because I wanted to.
Plain and simple.
But it’s just like they say: greed is good.
Because if I didn’t come along and snatch her off that auction block…
The devils around me would have eaten her alive.
They’re merciless.
I am, too – in my own way.
I want what I want – and right now, I want a taste of her.
Her sweetness.
Her innocence.
Her fear.
She might think she’d be better off without me.
But one look around will confirm the truth:
I’m the only chance she’s got.
So bare it all, princess.
I’ll give you your freedom at a price.
But never forget:
You belong to me now.
CHAPTER ONE “It’s a bad idea.”
Lily Nielsen sighed as she ran a brush through her long brown hair. Of course Dan disagreed with her. What else was new?
“We already talked about---”
“I know. I know.”
Leaving the rumpled bed sheets, he drew her close to his broad chest and smiled into her neck. He smelled good. Almost too good after a night under the covers. While Lily pretended to sleep, she heard him slip into the shower, towel off, and creep back to her side. It was kind of sweet that he wanted her to wake up to find him pressed and polished.
“Dan, I---”
Silencing her with a swift kiss, Lily couldn’t resist the lure of his tight lips. He was always a good kisser; that was one of the first things she liked about him– kind of loved about him. As their tongues twirled together, she relaxed and held him. She relished the feel of his hand tightening around her wrist, and she was about to deepen their kiss when Dan suddenly pulled back with a small frown.
“Sorry,” he teased, his eyes sparkling. “Got a little rough there.”
But a part of her wanted that. When she told him of her plans, she almost wished that he would stomp his feet and toss her to the bed– tell her that she was his woman and that she wasn’t going anywhere. Old-fashioned? Sure. But Dan whining and saying that he wanted to settle down did nothing for her– the prospect of the open road did.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Whatever.” Tying her hair behind her head, she watched his reflection in the glass as he sank to the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh.
“’Whatever’?” he said. “That’s all you have to say?”
Lily had a lot more to say, but her parents were right downstairs, and she had promised them a friendly meal before she set out. Turning back to Dan, she flashed him a bright smile. “I can say other things,” she murmured. “Do other things, too.”
Winding her legs around his lap, she felt Dan growing hard. She liked that her nearness did this to him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to give in and let him make an honest woman out of her. Even as her soul groaned at the prospect of table setting and flower arrangements, Dan would be good to her. Her parents would be happy if she stayed.
And right on cue, there was a knock on the door.
“Waffles!” her mother cried. “You two coming down?”
Dan started to answer when Lily turned his face to hers with a gentle smirk. She pushed her finger to his lips and shook her head. Let him stay silent. Making love in the dark when her parents were fast asleep was one thing, but she wanted to take him now, with breakfast cooling just below the steps. Let him loosen her hair and, if he drilled her hard enough, Lily would bite down on her tongue and cry out as he rode her to unparalleled heights. She imagined him kissing her harder than ever before she straightened her skirt and beckoned him to the table where she used to crayon to her heart’s content. But she would leave her hair loose and she’d keep Dan from going back to the shower– let the stink of sex come off them in waves as they asked for more maple syrup.
“Be right down, Mrs. Nielsen.”
Dan was back in the mirror before Lily and when she saw him push his blonde hair behind his flushed ears, she went back to her first thought. She needed some time to herself before she dove in for good.
“Lily? You ready?”
“Not just yet.”
Joining him in the glass, Lily straightened her hair and managed to smile. One more breakfast. Sure, she would probably come back to him in the end, but as soon as her mother started to clear the table…
“Okay,” Lily said. “Let’s go.”
Dan took her hand, and he led her down the spiral staircase, holding her softly, like something that he didn’t want to break out in the open. A part of Lily still wanted him to jump her bones right here and now, her parents’ shock be damned. But that wasn’t Dan. He liked sex, but he liked his pristine image even more. So was this to be her life? A porcelain doll at his side…?
“There they are!”
Corinne Nielsen clapped her hands fast and pulled her daughter close. Sinking into her mother’s embrace, Lily remembered skinning her knees and letting mud pies stain her white dress. Corinne could be harsh when her baby girl spoiled the scene, but she was sweet in the end. Lily loved her mother for that.
“About time.” Her father was an entirely different story.
Craig Nielsen fluffed his newspaper. No tablet for him; her dad was old school. Scrunching her face, Lily let Dan hold out her chair and she sat heavily as she unfolded her napkin across her lap. “Sorry, Dad.”
Failing to make eye contact, her father just sniffed and turned the page. “This how you plan to keep time out on the road?” Even more than Dan, Craig was anti her plan. To hear him tell it, he had paid for her education, even though, in the back of his mind, he only wanted Lily to snag a husband– to be one less thing that he had to worry about. Dan’s presence almost connected the dots.
But Lily was about to throw a fresh wrench into the mix. “Just planning to follow the sun, Dad,” Lily said.
Craig finally set his paper aside.
“The sun sets, Lily,” he said. “What then?”
“I…” She wanted to tell him that she didn’t care. There was always the moon, and she wanted the chance to grope through the dark and explore… hope… “I’ll figure it out, Dad.” She wouldn’t embarrass Dan at her father’s table. Smiling at her boyfriend, she patted his hand. “Just a few weeks,” she said. “I’ll be back in no time.”
Dan started to grow hot under his collar, and Craig seized on the sight.
“You see?” he said. “Dan doesn’t want you to go. Do you, son?”
Lily tensed as she waited for Dan’s response. As much as he protested, he said that he got it in the end. She wanted to feel the wind on her back, see everything that might be out there, and Lily swore that she would come back. And she would. She probably would. Unless…
“I will miss you, Lily.”
It could have been sweet, should have sounded that way, but there was something slightly threatening in Dan’s tone– like she should only go at her own risk. Maybe he wouldn’t be there when she came back. As his hold tightened around her hand, Lily longed for it to feel warm, welcoming. But it was like he wanted her to come around under her father’s harsh gaze and throw her hands into the air– suddenly just say that she was just kidding. They could start picking out china patterns as soon as breakfast was done. And it would probably happen
soon enough. It was just a trip. A long drive. And Lily wanted Dan to believe in that.
“I’ll miss you, too,” she said. She kissed his cheek and tried to turn the conversation back to her father’s discarded paper, but Craig formed a fist, and the table shook under the force of his blow.
