Life After Taylah

by Bella Jewel

  Nate taught me how to find my way. He showed me the light at the end of the tunnel. He taught me to breathe again and he taught me how to love. He walked me through my darkest days and he helped me to be a stronger person.

  Lessons aren’t always easy to learn, but they’re there for a reason. Sometimes it’s a reason we don’t understand. So long as we learn from them, the result will always be the same.

  We will become stronger people.

  THE END

  If you would like to see a story from Kelly, Keanu, Max and Liam – then do come and tell me!

  And now to those who missed the MC SINNERS bonus feature in the boxed set, here it is for you.

  BONUS MC SINNERS MATERIAL! AND A SPECIAL SURPRISE!

  CIARA

  “Danny!” I yell, running through the house after my son. It’s not an easy task, considering I’m pregnant, round, and my son has his father’s energy.

  I lost a baby recently, I was due only about four months after Addison and Cade had Skye but there was complications half way through – we found out our baby didn’t have a bladder or kidneys. It was heartbreaking and we had to go through the grueling pain of losing our tiny little son. It took us a few months of grieving before we found out we were expecting again. It wasn’t easy to accept, but we moved onwards and upwards, and were delighted when we found out we were having a healthy baby. We couldn’t be happier.

  “Catch me, Momma!” he cries in his cute voice. Damn that voice. Damn him and his gorgeous personality.

  “Momma can’t catch you baby,” I cry out, stopping to drop down with my hands on me knees. God, I can’t breathe.

  I lift my head and realize I can’t hear him anymore. With a deep sigh, I force myself up, placing my hands on my belly, and then I rush quickly towards the door. I just step through and go to round the corner when I go crashing into a hard, divine wall of muscle. Spike. With a sigh, I melt into him. I take a moment to just breathe in that musky, manly scent.

  “Danny boy givin’ you hell, Tom Cat?”

  I groan. “Hell doesn’t even cover it. That boy has far too much energy.”

  He chuckles and pulls back, placing his hands on my belly. He does this every day, as if checking our baby is still okay. I look up at him and smile. God he’s beautiful, the years will never change how utterly amazing Spike truly is. He grins down at me, and my own grin turns sly.

  “Stop lookin’ at me like that, Tom Cat. You know I can’t give you any while you’re...you know...”

  “Fat?” I suggest. “Round? Swollen?”

  He rolls his eyes. “You ain’t fat, baby. You’re perfect. I can see your ass just fine and it’s nice.”

  “Nice?” I pout. “Nice?”

  “Sexy,” he grins, leaning down and sliding his lips across my jaw. “It’s an ass I’d like to fuck.”

  I shudder. “My ass can’t be fucked, honey.”

  “Why not?” he murmurs, nipping my neck as he slides down lower. His hands catch my sides and he pulls me as close as he can get me with this belly in the way.

  “I’m too nice. Nice girls don’t fuck with their ass.”

  He grumbles and drops to his knees, pressing his face to my belly. “Your momma hates me, little guy.”

  “It is not a little guy,” I frown. “Do not curse me with another junior Spike!”

  “Daddy!”

  We both look over to see Danny bounding in. He’s got a hand full of sticks, mud and leaves. How the fuck did he get that all in such a short time? I open my mouth to cry out as he trails mud over my floors, but Spike gets there first.

  “Buddy,” he says. “You can’t drag mud through the house. Mommy has to clean it and we know it makes her very, very angry,” he gets to his feet and scoops Danny up. “And while Daddy likes when Mommy is angry, we can’t have her giving birth on the floor.”

  I shake my head with a sigh and walk into the kitchen. I’ve got a turkey cooking in the oven. Tonight everyone is coming over for thanksgiving dinner. I’ve not had my house full of bikers yet, but I imagine it will be an interesting evening.

  “Ciara!”

  I hear Addison’s loud, happy voice and look up to see her skipping – yes skipping – across the floor towards me. She’s followed by Serenity. I smile and give them a pathetic wave. It’s the best I’ve got. I’m exhausted. Addison loses her smile quickly and rushes over, placing her hands on my shoulder.

  “Look at moi lady, look at moi!”

  I roll my eyes and giggle.

  “You look exhausted,” Serenity says, narrowing her eyes. “You should have gotten us to help.”

  She places a large bowl onto the table, I’m trying to remember what I asked her to bring. I sigh and place a hand on my straining belly.

  “My bad,” I mumble. “I really didn’t think it would be that hard.”

  “Right!” Addison says, spinning around. “Spike! Get your cute ass in here right now.”

  I hear a grumble and a moment later Spike walks in, followed by Jackson and Cade. They both have their hands full of kids. Spike is holding Danny in his favorite football grip, Cade is nursing his daughter who is clawing at him to try and let her down, and Jackson has Ava by the hand. I grin at the guys, all decked out in their leathers, holding on to little kids. Cade gives Addison a playful grin and Jackson looks at Serenity – still – like he wants to eat her alive. The man is a horn dog.

  “Lookin’...errr....” Cade begins, looking at me.

  “Fat?” I offer.

  He chuckles. “I was going to say good.”

  “You were not,” I laugh.

  “What are you hollerin’ at me for?” Spike says, glaring at Addison.

  “Don’t glare at me, I’ll take you on. You need to get this gorgeous girl here and take her upstairs. I don’t care how you do it, but you need to get her relaxed. Bath her, fuck her...”

  “Addison!” Jackson says, shaking his head with a sigh.

  “Father,” Addison says, turning to him. “You of all people cannot tell me off for using sex as a muscle relaxant...”

  “Jesus,” Cade mutters. “You’re makin’ me sound like a fuckin’ bottle of bath salts right now.”

  Addison blows him a kiss. “Honey, you’re so much more than a bottle of bath salts. You do far more than relax my muscles.”

  “Addison!” Jackson yells, covering his ears. “Fuck me.”

  “That would be incest, father,” she points out.

  Spike bursts out laughing.

  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Jackson groans. “Are you sure you’re mine?”

  Addison feigns shock. “Daddy, how could you?”

  He grins at her and winks.

  I shake my head, trying hard not to laugh. Every day is like this when we’re all together. Everyone is happy. Everyone gets along. The guys deal with their club business but when they’re away from it, they’re really away.

  “Ciara,” Spike says, handing his son to Addison whose eyes widen. “You’re comin’ with me. Addison, considerin’ it was your amazing idea, you get the boy. He needs a bath.”

  “Ripped off!” she mumbles, taking Danny who quickly wraps his arms around her neck.

  “Enjoy the mud bath he’s going to give you,” Spike winks, reaching for me and tugging me out from behind the counter.

  He turns and pulls me from the room without another word to the guys. I begin to protest as he pulls me up the stairs.

  “Spike, you can’t pull me away, I have to put the pumpkin pie on and...”

  He spins around, halting me when he crushes his lips down over mine. All thoughts of pumpkin pie leave my mind as he deepens the kiss, consuming me with his tongue. My knees wobble and I lean into him. He supports me with an arm around my waist. By the time he pulls back, I’m panting.

  “Now,” he murmurs, staring at my lips. “Are we goin’ to keep arguin’?”

  I shake my head.

  “Good.”

  He pulls me further up the stairs and into our bedro
om. He takes me straight to the bathroom and leans over the massive spa bath we had installed three weeks ago. He turns it on and pours a glob of bubble bath in, before turning to me and gripping the hem of my shirt.

  “Off, baby.”

  I don’t hesitate. I lift my arms and let him slide the shirt off. He makes quick work of the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked and biting my lip as he lets his gaze travel over me.

  “Changed my mind,” he murmurs. “Think I need to taste that sweet pussy.”

  I feel my cheeks heat as he steps forward, cupping my breasts in his palms. I shudder and swallow, biting my lip harder.

  “Stay right there, baby,” he rasps, slowly lowering himself down my body.

  Oh god. All I can think about is my belly and how disgusting it must look from that angle. I’m round and my breasts are huge. My ass is bigger than it usually is and I really don’t feel sexy. I can’t see how he is enjoying my body being naked, god, what if he can’t reach my pussy? What if I’m just too fat and...

  Oh god.

  During my mental babble, he’s gotten to his knees and lifted one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder. Now he’s got his mouth on me, sucking my clit deep. I lean down and take his head, curling my fingers into his hair for leverage. God, he feels so fucking good. His mouth is consuming me; his tongue is flicking hard and fast over my clit. Spike always gives it to me how I need it – rough and raw. He slides a hand up my thigh and slips two fingers into my pussy.

  “Spike,” I rasp. “Oh god.”

  The one amazing thing about pregnancy is that everything seems to feel better. I come harder and faster than I ever have before. Spike slides his fingers in and out, tilting them just enough to hit that sweet spot. His tongue rolls over my clit, creating the perfect friction. My nipples are hard and I’m struggling to stay upright. I feel pleasure rising up, causing everything to tighten.

  Then, finally, I let it all go.

  My knees buckle as I come hard, crying out Spike’s name as he sucks every, last shudder from my body. He releases me slowly, carefully placing my foot back on the floor. Then he looks up at me and slides his two fingers into his mouth. His expression is lusty and I want nothing more than to feel his cock deep inside me right now.

  He rises slowly, kissing up my body, before reaching my mouth. He kisses me softly there, but I can taste myself all over his lips. He leans down, taking my knees and scooping me up. I squeal and laugh as he gently lowers me into the water. The warm water surrounds me immediately, and I sigh in relief.

  Exactly what I need.

  He always knows exactly what I need.

  ADDISON

  “Is Skye down?” Ciara asks, handing me a stack of plates.

  I grin at her. She looks much better now she’s spent some ‘alone’ time with Spike.

  “Yep,” I say. “Sleeping like an angel. They all are, though Danny wasn’t easy to get down.”

  “She is an angel,” she smiles. “She’s so darn cute. I hope this one is a girl. And don’t mind Danny, he has his father’s energy.”

  She rubs her very round, very swollen belly. She’s ready to go anytime now; it’s just a matter of when and where. I’m happy for Ciara and Spike, they’ve been through a lot in the past few months and they deserve this baby. I feel the swell of want in my belly as I consider talking to Cade about having another one. He’s so good with Skye, so attentive and sweet. I know he’d like another one, and so would I, I just don’t know if now is when he wants it.

  “You’re clucky!” Serenity says, snapping me from my thoughts.

  She’s just walked in the kitchen and is grinning stupidly at me.

  “Am not!”

  “Are so!”

  “Are you girls fighting again?” Janine asks, bringing in a few empty beer bottles.

  We all give her an innocent grin. She shakes her head and walks to the fridge, pulling out a few more.

  “When did you become bar bitch?” I ask, lifting myself up and popping my bottom onto the countertop.

  “Since Muff gives me really good sex,” she fires back with a saucy smile.

  “You’re such a Muff slut,” I laugh.

  She nods. “I admit it, I am.”

  Serenity smiles and her eyes go to mine. We all know Serenity fucked my dad and Muff at the same time. I envy her. I don’t think I could ever share Cade or have anyone else touch me, but I must admit it has me curious as to what it would feel like to have two men wrapped around you.

  “We should go and join them,” I say, hopping down. “I could use a beer.”

  “I hate you right now,” Ciara says, throwing a dishtowel down and following us out.

  The guys are outside sitting around a fire they created themselves. I can’t see Cade when I go to sit down. I stare around, but it’s far too dark.

  “Where’s Cade?” I ask Spike.

  “Went to piss behind the shed,” he says, letting his eyes travel over his wife.

  I smile and stare over at the shed. It’s been a while since Cade and I have been alone, Skye keeps us busy and we don’t often get the chance to just be together. I disappear into the darkness, hearing the sound of Ciara’s voice as I move. She’s taunting me - using the words ‘lucky’ and ‘whore’ in some less than choice sentences. God bless her rotten heart.

  “Cade?” I ask, stepping around behind the shed.

  I see the faint glow of a cigarette light, and I smile.

  “Are you hiding behind the shed and smoking? Bad boy, Cade.”

  He chuckles deeply in the darkness and I hear his boots shuffling on the ground as he crushes out the cigarette.

  “You come for a quick fuck behind the shed, sugar?”

  “Maybe,” I say, sauntering over.

  “Oh yeah?”

  I reach him and place my hands on his chest. “Yeah.”

  He places his hands on my hips and leans in, running his nose down my neck and breathing me in.

  “Been so long since I fucked you hard and rough, sugar.”

  “It is,” I groan as his hands slide around to cup my ass.

  “Been so long since I felt this sweet ass,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.

  “Are you going to fuck me, biker, or are you going to talk us through it?”

  He chuckles again and leans down, using my ass to hold me still while he grinds his hips into my swollen, readily waiting pussy. His lips find mine and he kisses me, his mouth devouring every inch of mine. Our tongues dance together and my hands reach up to find his hair. I tug it, bringing him closer so I can kiss him harder, deeper, until we’re both panting with need.

  He reaches down and takes my skirt, hiking it up around my hips, and then he drops down in front of me. My hands disappear from his hair and I whimper at the sudden loss. He takes hold of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread my pussy and then he’s there, his mouth against my swollen flesh, his tongue flicking between my folds to find my clit.

  “Shit, Cade,” I gasp, throwing my head back. It hits the shed and makes a loud, ringing sound.

  Cade rumbles against my flesh, using his hands to shove my legs wider so he can suck deeper. I cry out his name as an orgasm so intense rips through my body, causing my knees to buckle. He rises up, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me up. The cool air tickles my exposed flesh, causing me to shudder. Cade keeps his arm around me, while his other hand jerks his jeans down, freeing his cock.

  When he’s freed himself, he spins my body around and presses my front against the shed. His fingers snake up my skirt, tickling the flesh on my bottom. He raises his hand off and brings it down gently, slapping me just hard enough to cause a little yelp to escape my lips. Then he’s pressing his hard body against mine, his cock shoving against my entrance.

  “Ready for me baby?”

  “Oh yeah,” I mewl. “Fuck me and own it, biker.”

  “I’ll fuckin’ own it,” he grunts, driving his cock deep into my flesh.

  “Oh god,” I cry out, slappin
g my hand against the cool metal that I’m pressed up against.

  “Shit,” he grunts, jerking his hips and driving his cock harder and deeper.

  He fucks me so hard my body slams against the shed. His fingers go up and find my hair and he pulls my head back, his lips finding my neck. He sucks me there, sliding my flesh into his hot, waiting mouth. He bites and nibbles while is hips continue to raise me higher and higher.

  “Cade,” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, causing me to tense and pull around him.

  “Fuck,” he grunts. “Coming baby.”

  He jerks his hips a few more times and then I feel him tightening and releasing inside my body. He pulls out gently and spins me around, wrapping me in his arms. I drop my head into his neck and breathe him in – all sex and man. It’s fucking perfect.

  “Remind me to do that more often,” he murmurs against the flesh of my neck.

  “Consider it done,” I squeak.

  He runs his fingers through my hair, straightening it out.

  “No idea how we’re going to look when we get out of here, sugar, but it’s bound to be good.”

  I laugh softly; pulling my panties back and dragging my skirt back down my thighs.

  “Oh, it’ll be good. We are Cade and Addison after all.”

  He laughs and I hear the sound of his zipper, then his hands are on me again, guiding my hips so we can get out of this darkness. The minute we step around the side of the shed and I see the dull glow of the fire; I realize how close we actually were. It hits even harder when everyone starts to cheer – everyone except my father who is glaring at his hands.

  “You went in there like a boss, buddy!” Spike chuckles, clapping his hands. Ciara thumps him on the shoulder.

  “Don’t ever,” Jackson bites out. “Ever let me hear that shit again.”

  I flush but cover it with a snort. “President of the club and you’re scared of a little sound making?”

  “It wouldn’t matter,” he growls. “If it was anyone BUT my daughter.”