Reckless

by Franca Storm

  “This is mine. You are mine,” I tell her as I finger fuck her hard. “No one else gets to see you on display like this but me. You feel me?”

  She whimpers as I stop.

  “Well?”

  “I…yes.”

  “Damn right you do,” I say, starting to pump my finger again at a brutal rhythm that has her bucking against my hand.

  I stop again and she cries out with frustration. “Neil…don’t…please.”

  “Why’d you do it?”

  “I was mad at you.”

  Fair enough. “You gonna let me talk now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure?” I press, sliding my finger in and out of her real slow.

  “Ah. Oh God, Neil. Yes! Yes, I will!”

  “Good. Now, beg me to make you come.”

  I pull my finger out and she gasps, “Please.”

  “Please who?”

  “Neil. Please, Neil. Make me come!”

  I smirk at her. “Seeing as though you asked so nicely…” I drop to my knees and yank her shorts the rest of the way off her legs. I grab her right thigh and hook it over my shoulder, opening her up to me.

  And then I bury my face between her thighs.

  As soon as my tongue flicks her clit, she shrieks and grabs at the wall behind her.

  I go to town on her, licking, sucking and biting ‘til she’s a writhing mess of need, desperate to go over the edge, desperate for me to let her come.

  “Oh God, Neil! Shit! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I bite down on her clit and she comes, screaming like a wild animal, riding my face.

  She collapses against me when she’s done.

  After she’s come down, I unhook her leg from my shoulder. I pick up her shorts and my shirt and untie my club shirt she’s wearing so it falls down past her knees.

  “Bed?” I ask, wrapping my arm ‘round her.

  She nods. “Bed.”

  Chapter 34

  ~Roxana~

  “I can’t believe you did this, Neil,” I say, straddling him in his bed as I spread the tattoo goo over his new tattoo. His Rox tattoo, as he calls it.

  He moans at my touch and strokes my thighs up and down. His eyes keep straying to my t-shirt—his club t-shirt. I know he likes me wearing it. Although I’m not a fan of the whole MC thing, right now I don’t care, because it’s really comfortable.

  “So, all I had to do was rip off my shirt and it woulda ended our fight right away?” he asks.

  “I just needed to know you hadn’t…you know…”

  “Abandoned you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why’d I say all that stuff to you ‘bout leaving everything behind and starting a new life together? You really think that’s a line any guy would tell a girl he’s just playing ‘round with?”

  I shrug. “You need to understand what it looked like from my standpoint, Neil.”

  His hand delves into my hair. “I do, babe. And I’m sorry. Believe me; it was torture having to do it.”

  I reach over and grab a tissue from his bedside table to wipe the goo off my fingers. As I pull it out, I see it’s the last one. I wipe my hand and I tell him, “Wow, you really did miss me, huh?”

  “What?”

  I toss the tissue on the bedside table and point to the empty box.

  He laughs. “Yeah, my dick missed you too. A fuck of a lot.”

  “Aww.” I grab both his hands and study them. “I think I can actually see calluses here. Way too much jerking off, biker boy.”

  He grins and slides his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Yeah, how ‘bout this sweet little pussy? Feeling neglected, was she? You take matters into your own hands?”

  I bat his hand away. “A lady never tells.”

  “Ain’t seeing no lady here.”

  “Hey!” I cry, slapping his arm.

  He grabs my hands and rolls us over so he’s on top of me. “Sorry. Must be thinking of your club whore get up from last night.”

  I wince. “Yeah, about that…you really pissed me off.”

  “I get that, Rox. But please promise me you ain’t never gonna pull that shit again. You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”

  I nod.

  He squeezes my hands. “While we’re on that, you can’t drink from another man’s beer when he ain’t your guy.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah. It’s an insult to me. And don’t even get me started on you doing it while you’re pregnant.”

  “Okay,” I say, nodding. While the drinking-from-another-man’s-beer thing might sound ridiculous to me, I get that it’s not in his world. It’s important to him, so I’ll respect that.

  “Thank fuck, babe,” he says, gazing at me with a loving smile on his face as he strokes my hair.

  “Neil,” I breathe, looking up at him.

  “Yeah, beautiful girl?”

  I smile excitedly and tell him, “About this baby….”

  He rolls off me and sits up, rigidly straight. “Yeah?” he asks, eagerly.

  I sit up too. “We don’t do this…have this baby…with you still here. It’s too dangerous.”

  A small, hopeful smile forms on his face. “You’re saying….?”

  I grin at him. “I want to have the baby. Our baby.”

  He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him and kissing me all over.

  “Neil! Suffocating the expectant mother!”

  He releases me immediately and as he pulls back, I see tears glistening in his eyes. Wow, you don’t see that every day: a big, scary biker crying. I cup the side of his face. “Aww, baby. You okay?”

  He nods and chokes, “Yeah. Just ain’t used to this.”

  “Used to what, baby?”

  “The light you’ve brought to my life.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He gestures to his chest tattoo. “You’re my sunshine, Rox. My whole life ain’t been nothing but darkness, brutality and pain. It’s all I’ve known. But you…you’ve pushed all that shit away. Shown me something else; a chance at a better life.”

  I pull him into me and hold him tightly. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, babe.” He pulls away after a moment and grins at me as he asks, “How’s this fit into your whole thing ‘bout settling down and having kids being like a jail sentence?”

  I shrug. “It doesn’t feel that way…with you.”

  “Yeah?” he says, smiling. “You know why, Rox? Cuz, as much as it pisses me off sometimes when you bust my balls and fight me on stupid shit, I fucking love your fire. Never wanna change that ‘bout you. Like you wild and ballsy.”

  I smile and tell him, “Ralph once told me that the right man wouldn’t try to tame me.”

  “Guess the fucker was right.”

  “Yeah, he was. You might be a crazy possessive alpha male biker, but you’re man enough to accept I’m a lot like that too.”

  “Turns me the fuck on, babe. You’re strong. Know who you are. Weak women bore the shit outta me. Ain’t got that issue with you; that’s for damn sure.”

  A long comfortable silence passes between us.

  And then I say what I’ve needed to say for a while now, “Neil, I don’t want you to keep going after Skinner.”

  He pulls back, shocked. “What?”

  “It’s too dangerous.” I rub my belly. “There’s too much to lose now.”

  He shakes his head sadly. “Rox, I got no choice.”

  “I don’t get it. Why not?”

  He lowers his voice and tells me, “Shit’s gonna go down soon. Skinner’ll be out in the open, giving me my shot.”

  “Simple solution: don’t go.”

  “Ain’t simple, babe. There’s a lot you dunno. Bringing him out into the open is gonna expose a…contact of mine—the bait. If I don’t take out Skinner, word will get back ‘bout the contact and all hell will break lose.”

  “What? Who the hell is this contact to be able to have that kind of effect across clubs?
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  “Can’t say. Sorry.”

  “Neil.”

  “Babe,” he whispers. “No one in the club knows. This shit’s dangerous. That’s why I’ve been staying away from you. But…when Smiter told me you were pregnant…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave you alone knowing you’re carrying my kid. I ain’t that kinda man.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Us being together is dangerous, Rox. But I can’t fucking stay away from you. Shit.”

  “Neil, I can take care of myself. You’re worrying too much.”

  “Skinner’s guys are real fucking dangerous. Got massive reach too. That’s why I brought you to the clubhouse instead of my home. Much tighter security here.”

  “I can’t stay here much longer, Neil. I need to head back to Brockford. To my life. I can’t just stop it all. Things need to get done.”

  He shakes his head. “Babe, I gotta keep you on lockdown here ‘til this shit’s over.”

  I’m about to fly off the handle, incensed by all this club bullshit and his orders, when he grips my shoulders and tells me, “This is the last time things will be like this. I swore to you I’d leave the club and I will. I just gotta take down Skinner first. We’ll never be safe otherwise. And, if he finds out you’re pregnant with my kid, he’ll make it his mission to come after us.”

  “Why would he care?”

  “It’s like an insult to him cuz of who your father is—they had a rivalry. So, his son and his enemy’s daughter…ain’t gonna go down well.”

  “Well, what the hell is he gonna do about it?”

  He steels himself. Pain flashes on his face as he tells me, “He’ll kill you and our baby.”

  “Oh my God. You’re serious?”

  He squeezes my hand. “I ain’t gonna let it happen, babe. Just need you to work with me here and everything will be fine. I get that you ain’t used to it and you hate it, but you gotta take orders from me without question ‘til this is done, yeah?”

  Before I have to answer that, his phone starts ringing. He almost falls off the bed reaching for it so frantically. He holds up a finger to me, mouthing one sec and then he disappears into the en suite bathroom.

  I know I shouldn’t, but, hell, it’s who I am. I creep to the door and press my ear to it:

  I know what you told me, but shit’s changed. She’s pregnant, you fuck! You really expect me to walk away now like you want? Better off how? I ain’t leaving my kid without a father! Is that a fucking threat? Yeah? Bring it, old man, cuz I’m done with all this bullshit; taking orders from all you assholes. You ain’t club president no more. You can’t do shit to me. But I’m warning you, you wanna try, I’ll fight you. You decide what you wanna do, but I’m done bowing down to anyone. I’m fucking done! She’s mine. That kid is mine. I ain’t backing down on this! You feel me?

  Oh my God!

  I know who his contact is.

  Even though I have no idea how it’s possible, it can only be one person.

  You ain’t club president no more.

  It’s my father.

  He’s alive! My dad’s alive and he’s blackmailing Neil to stay away from me.

  How dare he? This is not happening!

  Neil comes out of the bathroom. He starts in surprise when he sees me standing there.

  “Dealer’s alive, yes?”

  “Rox, I—”

  “Yes or no?”

  He blows out a breath. “Yes.”

  “He’s offering you Skinner for me?”

  “Ain’t why I stayed away.”

  “No, I know. You were trying to protect me.”

  He rubs his face tiredly. He doesn’t say anything for several long moments. And then his gaze snaps to mine and he says, “I’m done, Rox. We got too many people coming at us from different fronts. We gotta step outta the middle of it.”

  “Skinner and my dad.”

  “And Trig,” he whispers.

  “What?”

  “He set me up on this whole Skinner mission to bury me.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah, I know. It’s all fucked up. Betrayal from within and all that shit. Gotta take ourselves outta the equation.”

  “What are you saying?” Shit, is he saying what I think he is?

  “We’re walking, babe.”

  “What? When?”

  “Now. Leave all your shit here. Anyone asks, we’re headed to the doctor to get the pregnancy checked out. Got me?”

  “Yeah. I’ll wrap up my things in Brockford on the road and have one of my guys take the reigns while we’re laying low, off the grid, until things die down. My phone’s untraceable so it won’t be a problem using it. No one can track us through it.”

  He nods. “All right. Get dressed.”

  Chapter 35

  ~Ax~

  “Neil, I need you to pull over,” Rox says from beside me in the truck.

  I turn to look at her and her hand’s over her mouth. “You gonna hurl, babe?”

  She nods.

  Shit. I pull over quickly, coming to a sudden stop. She rips her seatbelt off and hurries outta the truck. I follow her out and find her bent over, puking up all over the grass by the side of the road. I rush forward and hold her hair back, stroking her back gently.

  This one is bad. It seems like she ain’t never gonna stop.

  When she finally does, she’s gasping for breath.

  “This kid’s getting a talking to when she comes out,” I tell her.

  That makes her laugh. She turns back to me and asks, “She? You want a girl?”

  “Yeah. I’d love a girl.”

  “Really? Huh. I pegged you for wanting a boy. You know, given your whole macho persona, I figured you’d been spouting some crap about wanting a boy to carry on the family line.”

  “Nah, boys get in way more trouble than girls.” I point at myself. “Proof’s right here.”

  “But she’d never have a normal life with you around. Imagine when she’s old enough to date and a guy shows up at our house to take her out and he sees you?”

  We both laugh. “I’ll tone it down. Promise.”

  “Yeah?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  “If it’ll keep you happy, I will, beautiful girl.”

  She squeezes me and murmurs peacefully, “I love you, Neil.”

  “I love you, babe. Never loved no one else. Never thought I would. But then you came along, busting my balls and changing my world like a fucking whirlwind of intensity.”

  “Yeah, I did bust your balls a lot.”

  “It’s okay, it turned me on.”

  She grins up at me. “Funny.”

  “Yeah. Now, let’s get going. We’ll find somewhere to stop and eat soon.”

  “Eat. Urgh.”

  “Sorry, you still gotta eat no matter what.” I rub her belly. “This little girl’s counting on you.”

  She giggles. “Okay.”

  “Good girl.” I wrap my arm around her and help her back into the truck.

  ***

  “How’s your stomach?” I ask Rox as we walk outta the rest stop diner. “There’s a store here. Wanna see if they got something to settle it?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m good right now, actually. And I don’t want to take anything until I’ve seen a doctor, so I can be sure it won’t harm the baby.”

  I smile and wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me. “I think your motherly instincts are already kicking in, Rox. Who knew you were the motherly type, huh?”

  She elbows me away from her. “Shut up.”

  “Aw, you love it when I tease you.”

  “Maybe,” she says, with a laugh.

  We round the corner and my smile disappears. I freeze and put my arm out to hold Rox back.

  “Shit.”

  Six bikes are parked over on the far side of the lot. I know right away they ain’t Thorns. I know my boys’ bikes. And one stands out. A pimped out black Harley that I’d know anywhere.

  Skinner’s.

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bsp; I let go of Rox and scan the lot closest to us, where I parked the truck. Ain’t no one over there. Good. “Get in the truck and go. Head back to the clubhouse, to Smiter. He’ll look after you.”

  “Neil, no. And I don’t need looking after.”

  I grab her hand, pushing my keys into it, and tell her urgently, “Skinner’s here. He’ll kill you. Do it for me, Rox. Please. I couldn’t…live with myself if he laid his hands on you again.”

  Her expression softens as she takes in the fear in my eyes. Yeah, fear. For her and our kid. She squeezes my hand and then runs off towards the truck.

  I breathe a sigh of relief. Now she’s safe, I can deal with Skinner and his boys with a clear head.

  I walk back ‘round the corner to the rear lot.

  And that’s when it happens.

  A fist smashes into the side of my face.

  The power and shock of it knocks me back.

  I go to pull my gun, but I don’t get the chance as strong hands dig into my leather jacket and hurl me into the brick wall of the rest stop building. I grunt as my back jars against it hard.

  And that’s when I see him.

  Broker.

  Ain’t alone either. He’s got four guys at his back. Skinner’s standing off to the side, his arms folded, his face blank as he looks on.

  Broker don’t give me the chance to recover before his fist plunges into my gut. Once. Twice. He rips my gun from its holster and tosses it away. And then his fist smashes into my face, splitting my lip open.

  Fuck, every blow’s like a goddamn concrete block coming at me. I’d forgotten how fucking strong he is. Guy’s built like a tank, too. I’m a big guy, but he’s something else altogether. It’s like a Hummer facing off with a tank. Shit.

  He throws another blow, but I catch it in my fist and kick him back.

  The sadistic bastard laughs and pulls something outta his pocket. “Come and get it, you little shit.”

  It’s my mom’s necklace.

  Rage breaches the surface and my reaction’s instantaneous. Roaring in fury, I lunge at him.

  But he knew what I was gonna do. It’s clear in the next second when he sidesteps my attack, punches me square in the jaw and jumps at my back, tackling me into the wall. He rips my head back by my hair and slams my face into the brick, breaking my damn nose. He kicks at the backs of my knees, forcing ‘em to bend. I crash to the floor in a fucking heap.