Doc is with us, along with Grey, making it seven to their five. The Satans Reapers pull into the parking lot, stopping several yards in front of us. The guy out in front. The one I'm assuming is their President dismounts first. It will be the first time we get a look at the son of a bitch leading their merry band into our town; on our territory. He's a big motherfucker. Not in just height but girth as well. He's sporting a Fu Manchu mustache, and the guy has a gut on him the size of a tractor tire. I'd be surprised if he can find his own dick. The other riders I recognize and immediately zone in on the greasy fucker I'd like to get rid of; Permanently.
"So, you wanted to meet with me?" The Satans Reapers Prez lifts his chin, his words heavy with the sour stench of cheap beer as they come to stand a couple of feet from us.
"That's right," our Prez folds his arms over his chest and stares at the burly man in front of him. "You see, some of your men are causing problems in town—our town. And this—" his arms spread wide to gesture, "this meeting is the final warning my club will give you and your men to get the fuck out of Polson," Prez takes a step closer, showing he means every word he is saying by invading the other guy's personal space.
I can finally see his patch from where I stand, and he goes by the name Boulder. Unfazed he's quick to square his shoulders, showing no signs of backing down or cooperation. "Do we threaten you?" he smirks, stepping into Jake's space a bit more. "Cause we ain't going anywhere."
This guy has a big set of balls.
Prez slightly shifts his weight to his right foot as he takes a step back. I recognize the stance he is making.
"Wrong fuckin' answer," I mumble under my breath.
Before anyone can react, Prez brings his arm back, swings and cracks the son of a bitch with a right hook across his meaty chin causing the big motherfucker's knees to buckle. Boulder hits the ground and proceeds to spit blood and teeth onto the cracked asphalt beneath him.
One of the Satans Reapers reaches into the left side of his cut and goes to pull his weapon, which sets off a chain reaction.
Every man standing now has the end of someone else's barrel pointed at him.
Mine. Trained on the sorry fucker I want desperately to go toe to toe with, waiting for him to make one wrong move. Wanting him to give me a reason to pull my trigger. It's no surprise his gun is aimed in my direction as well.
Boulder, as he's called wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and stands. The look of pure murder blackens his stare from being blindsided and probably pissed as hell he has two fewer teeth in his head.
"You're outnumbered, so you may want to rethink what you might be contemplating. Now before my men and I start having your men dig a shallow grave for your body. I advise you to get the fuck out of town," Prez growls, ready to go rounds with the big guy.
Chapter Twelve
Emerson
It's been over a month since the blow up at Charley's with the mysterious club which has yet to show their faces in Polson again. Not that I've seen or heard anyway. I get the feeling the guys know more than they are telling. I questioned Quinn once about the topic, and his only response was it was club business. I have learned enough from the girls over the last couple of years we are not to meddle in club business. So, I accepted his answer and moved on.
It's also been five weeks since Quinn, and I became an us. It's weird how completely comfortable I am with him and how we fell into our relationship so easily. It feels like we have been together for years instead of mere weeks. Quinn crawls into bed with me each night, and I wake up in his arms every morning. I keep waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes this is all too domestic for him and bolts, but he hasn't yet. He's proven all the fears I had before, and the misconceptions I assumed about him in the past were all wrong.
Quinn has been upfront with me about his history, about how he enjoyed the company of a different woman and had never found anyone that made him want to settle down until me. He confessed he's always wanted to find the perfect old lady and the past few years he's envied what his brothers have with their women. Quinn said he never intended on giving up on me because he knew I was that woman. I sometimes find myself wondering where we'd be now had I not been so afraid and given in to him long before I did.
Using the back of my hand, I wipe away the sweat dripping down my forehead as my feet pound the treadmill I am currently on. Glancing to my left, I see Quinn sitting outside on his bike. Every day since the fight at the bar he follows me from work to the gym, but I refuse to let him come inside.
Three weeks ago, I had my Muay Thai class with Rhett. The sport at times is very hands on and even though Rhett has been nothing but respectful and professional Quinn about lost his shit when seeing another man put his hands on my body. Thank God Rhett took the whole situation in stride. Since then I have banned Quinn from coming into the gym with me. Now he spends the hour I'm in here working out sitting outside sulking like a little kid. It probably doesn't help that I made the mistake of telling Quinn about Rhett asking me out in the past. I thought for sure I saw steam coming out of his ears, but quickly assured him that I politely declined the gym owner's offer. However, I am still friends with Rhett and will continue working out here and continue with my classes. He is just going to have to trust me just as I have to believe him when it comes to other women, considering his past is a hell of a lot more active than mine ever was.
Hearing two women on the ellipticals next to me talking and giggling catches my attention, especially when they both keep cutting their eyes towards the entrance where they see Quinn leaning against the window smoking a cigarette and talking on his phone. So, I bring the speed of my treadmill down to a slow but steady walk to try and catch what they are saying.
"Girl look at him. God, he's sexy," blondie says to her big boobed friend.
"Hell, yeah he is. I bet he has a big dick too. I could ride him all night."
"You should go for it girl," blondie encourages, causing me to see red.
Oh, hell no! Stepping off the machine, I stride up behind the two bitches just as big boobs begins tugging on her top pulling it down to expose her cleavage. I'm about to tap the little whore on her shoulder and confront her when an arm snags me around my waist, and Quinn's intoxicating smell instantly calms me.
"Ready to get out of here, Sunshine?" he rumbles loud enough for the two women to hear and they turn their heads in our direction.
"I sure am," I smile smugly at big boobs. "I was going to shower first, but we can do that at home," I add for good measure while enjoying the way the slut looks at me with envy before she huffs and walks off.
"I love when you get all territorial, babe. Makes my dick hard as a rock," he rasps in my ear. He's not lying. I can feel his erection digging into my back. I swear I don't recognize the person I am right now. I don't act catty ever, and I don't get jealous. "I love how you're this prim and proper doctor on the outside, but on the inside, you're a hellcat."
Rolling my eyes, I wiggle out of his embrace. "Can we go now before your head gets any bigger?" I remark dryly.
"First admit you were jealous. My hellcat was about to unleash her claws because another woman was lookin' at her man."
Fuck! I know Quinn is not going to let this go, especially not after the way I got on to him about being jealous over Rhett.
"Come on, babe. It's only three little words," he teases.
Crossing my arms over my chest and gritting my teeth, I swallow my pride and give him what he wants. "I was jealous. You happy?" I try to sass, but my words fall short when he steals my breath by taking my mouth with his in one of the most toe-curling heated kisses I have ever experience. When Quinn breaks our kiss, he looks down at me with mischief in his eyes. "Let's go home and play doctor."
Two hours later I untangle myself from Quinn's arms, climb out of bed, snag my white lab coat off the floor and slip it on over my naked body. I must confess I love Quinn's adventurous side.
"Where're you going, babe?"
"I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, I'll be right back," I say while taking the time to rake my eyes over his body as he lies in my bed with his back propped up against the headboard. Quinn doesn't have as much ink has his brother's do. Along with his club piece on his back, he has a full sleeve on his left arm. His sleeve consists of a motorcycle piston, skulls and a large compass that takes up almost his entire forearm. Gabriel does beautiful work. I've been considering letting him ink me.
"Thought you were going to get some water?" Quinn teases calling me out on my blatant ogling.
Ignoring his arrogant smirk, I turn and make my way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I pull out a bottle of water, twist the cap off and down half the contents. A second later my front door opens, and I am stunned by who just barged in and water spews out of my mouth. "Mom, Dad, what are you two doing here?" When neither of them answers, I notice my dad is looking everywhere but at me and my mother's mouth is hanging open in shock. It's then I realize what I'm wearing. Shit! Just as I am pulling my coat tight around my body to cover up as much as I possibly can, Quinn makes himself known at the worst possible moment.
"Oh, Doctor Pretty. I'm ready for my physical now," he sing songs as he struts into the kitchen wearing nothing but his birthday suit and my stethoscope around his neck. I silently pray the floor will open up and swallow me because this is by far the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. Not only did my father see me nearly naked but my boyfriend is standing in my kitchen with all his pierced glory swinging in the breeze. My mother looks as if she's going to pass out and my father is on the verge of a coronary.
"Oh, shit—my bad," Quinn says quickly covering himself with his hands then slowly begins walking backward towards my bedroom.
"Perhaps you should join your friend in putting on some clothes," my father suggests.
With nothing to say, I hightail it out of the kitchen. When I make it to my room, I slam the door behind me before leaning up against it and closing my eyes. "This cannot be happening. When I open my eyes, I will see this was all just a dream," I chant. Counting to five inside my head I open my eyes to see Quinn's amused face right in front of mine.
"Sorry, Sunshine. You're not dreamin'," he chuckles.
"Why are you laughing? There is nothing funny about what just happened! Those are my parents," I tell him.
"Yeah, babe I got that."
"They just saw your dick, Quinn!" I shout. "There is nothing amusing about that."
"They're doctors, babe. I'm pretty sure they've seen a pecker or two in their time," he pauses a moment, "well, probably not one as fuckin' perfect as mine," he grins.
"Oh my god," I breathe feeling light headed.
"The way I see it, babe we're up a shit creek without a paddle," he grins and I give him a warning glare that has zero effect on him as he continues, "Luckily I'm a shit creek survivor. We have to suck it up and face the music because there is no way out of this one, Sunshine," he steps closer, "Look, I know this is not the ideal way to be meeting your folks for the first time, but look at it this way, it will make for one hell of a story to tell our kids."
Stepping around Quinn, I walk over to my bed, plop down and put my head in my hands. "Nothing you're saying right now is helping, Quinn. I wasn't ready for this."
"Ready for what? For me to meet your parents? Why not, Emerson? You ashamed of me?" he asks with a little bite in his tone.
I quickly snap my head in his direction. "Of course not. I could never be ashamed of you."
"Then what is it? We've been together nearly six weeks and have yet to bring up the subject of me ever meeting your parents. I haven't said anything because I didn't want to push, but I've started to get the feeling you're embarrassed by me and my lifestyle. I feel like you're hiding me."
I don't miss the small look of hurt on his face. Pushing off the bed, I go to him, wrap my arms around his middle and look him in the eyes. "I am not embarrassed or ashamed of you or the club. You and the club mean a lot to me. You are all like family." When Quinn sees and hears the sincerity in my words, he loses the look he had on his face and relaxes his tense body. It's in this exact moment I realize I no longer have the same fear I had weeks ago of what my parent's opinion of Quinn and the club will be. Whether they choose to accept him, and our relationship will be up to them, but their decision will have no bearing on my choice to be with him. Being with Quinn has made me the happiest I have ever been in my life, and I refuse to give him up for anyone.
Walking back into the kitchen, my parents stand from where they were sitting at the kitchen table. Quinn is the first to speak by offering his hand to my dad.
"Mr. Evans, it's nice to meet ya."
My father looks at him for a long second before reluctantly taking his hand, and my mom follows suit. The four of us take a seat at the table. Quinn sits next to me and casually rests his arm over the back of my chair. Several tense moments later my mother is the first to break the silence. "So, what exactly are you two and how long has this been going on?"
Just as I open my mouth to answer, Quinn cuts in.
"Emerson is my old lady."
At the term old lady, I know what question my mother has next.
"Is that what the men in your gang call their girlfriends or wives?" she raises a judging eyebrow.
This time I'm the first to answer. "The Kings are not a gang. They're a club." I bite out. My tone shocking my mother.
"I've heard rumors about this so-called club. I would say our assumption of them being a gang is pretty accurate," my father adds causing Quinn to sit up straighter in his seat. "I can also see the kind of influence this club has had on you. Don't think I didn't notice all those tattoos you have."
I can see by the set line in Quinn's jaw he's about to snap.
Only I'm about to handle the situation for him. Rising from my seat, I place my palms on the table and lean my body in the direction of my parents. "Let me tell you something. Quinn is my man. His club has become like a family to me. If you think I am going to allow you to come into my home—unannounced might I add, and disrespect the man I love you are sorely mistaken. For your information I got my tattoos back in college before I ever met Quinn and his club. Now, I think it's time for you two to leave, and do not think about coming back until you can treat Quinn with the respect he deserves."
"Emerson," my mother sputters. Holding up my hand, I cut her off. "No. There is nothing else to say. Please leave."
"Come on, Brenda let's go, our daughter is not thinking clearly," my father says taking my mom by the arm and leads her to the door. Just as they are about to walk out my mom delivers the blow I was already expecting, only this time I don't give a shit.
"I am very disappointed in you, Emerson."
With my head held high, I look both my parents in the eyes. "Really? I could say the same thing about you two. I'm embarrassed to say I have two of the most stuck-up, and judgmental parents. All you care about is judging a book by its cover. Not once did you ask me if I'm happy? You have never cared about what made me happy. All you have ever cared about is what YOU wanted for me and what made YOU happy. I'm the one who is disappointed. I'm disappointed in you both." I walk over to where Brenda and Martin Evans are standing in my doorway and shut the door in their faces.
Holy shit! I can't believe I just did that. I have never stood up to my parents like that before. My body is shaking, and I feel like my legs are about to give out, but before they do, Quinn has me in his arms, and his mouth on mine. Our tongues battle each other as he slams me up against the door and I wrap my legs around his waist. In a race to rid each other of our clothes, I rip his shirt off over his head the same time he sets me down long enough to take my jean shorts off. Palming my ass, he lifts me back up, and my hands shake as I frantically unbuckle his belt and free his thick cock. Placing his swollen head at my entrance, he wastes no time surging forward burying himself to the hilt. His mouth swallows my cry. Breaking our kiss, Quinn rests his fo
rehead on mine. He pulls out almost all the way then slams back in with so much force the door behind me rattles.
"Say it again," he growls never losing momentum.
"Say what?" I moan when he swivels his hip making his piercing rub just the right spot.
"Tell me you love me. I want to hear you repeat it."
His plea brings me out of my fog and Quinn stills with his cock buried inside me. "Tell me you meant it. Tell me you love me."
Cupping his face, I say the words he's desperate to hear. The words I know with all my heart and soul to be true. "I'm in love with you, Quinn Beckett."
Quinn closes his eyes as if he's soaking in my confession. A second later he opens them and makes is own. "I'm in love with you too, Emerson Evans. I've been in love with you for two goddamn years."
As soon as those words leave his lips, I let out a sob. Kissing away my tears Quinn begins to thrust, and my cries turn into moans as he fucks me into the door. Not once does he let up and not once does he take his eyes off mine. I can feel him pouring his soul into my body. In this moment, I give Quinn my heart.
Chapter Thirteen
Quinn
It's been a few days since we had our little encounter with Boulder and is men. And the fact we haven't heard a peep out of them should be a good sign. It should mean they've packed their shit and rode their sorry asses out of town as ordered, but it's not settling too well with me. We haven't heard of them being seen anywhere, and even Gabriel and I made a trip back out to the RV park they had been held up in to find no sight of them. The camper was gone. The fuckers don't seem like the type that would be smart enough to overlook the fact their Prez ate a fist sandwich. The pure lack of disrespect the guy had already displayed by stepping foot on our turf and puffin his tail feathers, pretty much declaring he wants something that doesn't belong to him clearly shows they don't follow any kind of biker code. That leads me to believe they have nothing to lose. And when someone has nothing to lose they live life giving little to zero fucks how they go about taking what they want. It's turds like those bikers that give MC's a bad name.
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