Rain Falls: MC Romance (Lady Riders Book 1)

by Harley McRide

  Chapter Eleven

  Rain opened her eyes and looked around. She had them closed hoping it would block out what they were saying. It was worse than they thought; Zane was neck deep into drugs, prostitution, trafficking, and so fucking much more. She couldn’t believe she’d lived with that man, she had slept with him, she promised to love him for the rest of her life. Shit, how the fuck had this even happened to her?

  “So we take Rugel out of business, we buy a lot more problems?” Creed said slowly as they talked about what they were going to do.

  “How so?” Rick said, looking at the board. “We take him down and he goes to jail forever.”

  “Yeah, and then he just runs it from jail,” Easy said. “It sucks, sir, but it is true. Rugel is not going to stop even if he is arrested. Sir, you know what I am saying is true, sometimes people just need to be wiped off the face of the earth.”

  “Then what?” Rick said. “Where does it end, I mean you are acting as judge, jury, and executioner all in one.”

  “His empire falls, then someone will take over, I can tell you that honestly. However, the one who takes over is not trying to get your daughter back and sell her off to the highest bidder,” Knight said as he walked into the room with a sheet of paper.

  “What?” Rick demanded.

  “It is all right here,” Knight said. “He has put a special auction on a website. Angel is running it, and yeah, a picture of her is posted and with her new look.”

  “Fuck,” Rick said and grabbed the paper. It was all right there, Angel had set up the site, and the picture was the one from when they were in Mexico blown up. It had all of her information, all except her name. “Where did you find this?”

  “On a fetish site that you need to be a member of. Kink couldn’t hack into it so he joined under his real name. They won’t be able to trace him, as far as his background goes, if they check, he lives in New York and is a stockbroker,” Charro laughed.

  “How did he get that cover?” Rick said and the guys laughed at him.

  “Not all of us jarheads are completely worthless. Kink may be a tattoo artist now, but he graduated top of his class and then decided that being a business man was not all it was cracked up to be. His parents wanted that life, so once a year he travels back and plays the dutiful owner of his business for his parents. He wears suits, takes out his metal, and covers his tats. Makes then happy and him happy,” Creed said quietly and Rick sat up straight.

  “Shit, you are right, sorry. I guess when people see you they make assumptions,” Rick said quietly.

  “He said not all of us,” Poke said with a laugh. “Some of us are exactly what you think.”

  “Well like the military, it takes all kinds,” Rick said firmly.

  “True that,” Fork said and everyone laughed.

  “When is the auction,” Rick said grimly.

  “Two weeks,” Knight replied, Charro froze, and his head snapped up. He had been sitting next to Rain calmly listening, laying an arm on the back of her chair showing her support. At first, she had been a little offended but as they had been talking, she actually appreciated his presence. Every once in a while he would reach over and squeeze her hand, or leg, letting her know he could tell when she was frustrated.

  Knight immediately walked to her other side once he delivered the message, and leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Don’t worry, got a handle on this.”

  “What about—” Rick began.

  “Your ex-wife has no clue what her daughter is doing. She and Angel had a bit of a falling out, and they haven’t spoken in several years,” Knight filled in.

  “What?” Rain said and her head turned quickly. “How is that even possible, we don’t know that?”

  “Because Sophia Brenning, your mom, covered it up,” Knight said and kissed her cheek. “From what we can tell, they would release information about the two of them eating lunch or some bullshit, but that was all it was. Your ma moved to Northern California while your half-sister stayed in San Diego.”

  “Did you know?” Rain said to her father who was already shaking his head.

  “No,” Rick said. “Once I left, I cut all ties. No phone calls, nothing. You know your mom, drama and stuff. I couldn’t keep dealing with her shit.”

  Rain nodded and didn’t say anything. She felt Charro squeeze her leg, and Knight grabbed her hand. Yeah, they were here to support her, and they weren’t trying to take over. She really appreciated that.

  “So what you are saying is we have two weeks to make a plan, get to California, and carry it out. All before they make the move to come and get Rain,” Rick said slowly and the guys laughed.

  “Yep,” Creed said smiling.

  “And this is a good thing why?” Rick said.

  “Do you remember Freebyrd?” Creed said.

  “What?” Rick said shocked.

  “Yeah, Freebyrd, the man who saved your ass on more than one occasion,” Creed laughed.

  “Of course I do,” Rick said gruffly.

  “He is the leader of our Cali Chapter. He is ready for us to come now, has it all set up. We leave in two days. Zane won’t actually come here, he is gonna send people. We leave some people here, and then the rest come with us to Cali,” Creed said and Shady slammed her hand down on the table.

  All of the men turned to her quickly. “This is not set in stone. We still need to talk. We agreed last night to listen. However, Rain is the one who makes the final decision, and the Lady Riders are the ones who are going to make sure that whatever she wants to happen, happens.”

  Rick frowned and looked around the table. “Wait. What? I mean, we have been sitting here planning for all this, what could we possibly have to talk about? The guys are ready to move.”

  “That may be,” Shady said and looked at all the women who were sitting at the table right along with the men. “But Rain is a Lady Rider, and yes we are a Chapter of the Warriors, but when we started this club, we said we were going to be able to make some decisions about what was going to affect us. This is going to affect Rain in a big way. We are talking about her life. None of you can tell her how we are gonna handle it. She makes that decision. I think she has proven her dedication to the club enough for us to show her that respect. That being said. Lady Riders, we are going to have Church.”

  The women all stood and walked out of the room. Rick sat, stared, and waited for them to leave before turning to Creed and looking at him incredulously. “I thought it was a euphemism, you know Lady Riders and shit. They have their own club?”

  “Brother,” Easy said. “Those women are more deadly than most of the men we served with.”

  “But they are still women,” Rick pointed out.

  “Yeah, and we will work around that,” Creed said and the men nodded. “We wait for them to talk, and before we leave we have one more meeting, and make sure we are on the same page, this time Church will be private.”

  “So what do you think?” Shady asked Rain.

  “I agree with the guys, the only thing they left out was Angel, and that bitch is gonna be the only hiccup, she is gonna have to be dealt with,” Rain said.

  “How do you feel about that?” Freedom said.

  “Well, if I get the chance I will put a bullet between her eyes, but hey, if someone gets closer, go for it.” Rain shrugged.

  The women laughed. “Let’s make sure we know exactly where the parties are shall we,” Shady said and Nike nodded and pulled out her laptop. The guys may have a good plan, but they needed to make sure the entire empire fell down.

  “Oh and someone go grab hair dye, Rain, you are going back to dark, at least it may give us a few seconds before they recognize you again,” Shady said and Rain smiled.

  “Cool, being a blonde was a pain in the ass.”

  The women chuckled and they set about making their plan.

  Knight grabbed Rain around the belt loop and tugged her against him. “You did good today with your father. It takes balls to stand up to yo
ur ol’ man. I’m proud of you, baby. And fuck I’m loving the hair,” he brushed his lips across her forehead, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “As much of an asshole my dad is, he shocked me. I’ve never had a problem rebelling against him. It was harder for me to accept that he gave a shit.”

  “Of course he does. He’s your father.”

  “That doesn’t mean shit. My mother and sister don’t,” she argued.

  “Your mother does, I’m sure. And your sister has fallen in with bad people and they’ve corrupted her. Your father only wants what’s best for you. And as long as he decides we are what’s best for you, then he and I won’t have a problem.”

  Rain looked up in his eyes, and that warmth she’d felt the night before, in that nanosecond before she’d slipped off to sleep between them after confessing her feelings like an idiot, spread over her once more.

  “I’d hate to kick an old man’s ass, much less a General but I’ll do it, and love the hair too, babe,” Charro said as he stepped in behind her. He pressed in to her, sandwiching her between them with his hands roaming up and down her sides. He slid one around and gripped her tit, giving it a squeeze before feeling out her nipple and pinching it. She let out a little gasp and Knight grinned.

  “You like the hair enough to hold onto while I do dirty things to you?” She giggled.

  “That’s what I wanna hear, baby,” he cooed. “Except, I want a lot more screaming and dirty talk, got it?”

  “Demanding much?” she said, fighting off her arousal. With four hands touching her all over, it proved to be no easy feat.

  “Damn straight. We own this body, baby. Which means we own this sweet pussy,” his hand slid down her belly and across the crotch of her jeans. “And this hot little mouth,” he kissed her hard and abrasive, smiling when her tongue jetted out to meet his.

  “And this perfect ass,” Charro added, cupping one cheek and kneading it. He reached around and unfastened her jeans, making them easy to slide down to her knees. As usual there were no panties in his way. “Fuck, I love that you are a dirty girl,” he growled. “You’re gonna wear a skirt for us with no panties so we can play with you tomorrow,” he ordered.

  “Fuck yeah,” Knight said, pulling away from her lips.

  “I can’t ride my bike with a damn skirt on,” she huffed, determined to let them know they weren’t going to dictate her wardrobe. She was still iffy about their claims to owning her in any sense, but especially her orgasms. That wasn’t something she was willing to give them control over. For one, she could bring herself over the edge over and over again and did frequently. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to tell her when she could and couldn’t get herself off.

  “No, but you can ride on the back of ours,” he grinned sheepishly.

  “I have my own damn bike,” she spit, her spine going straight and rigid against Charro’s chest.

  “Yeah, but you’re gonna be on the back of one of ours tomorrow. Now, get those clothes off.” Charro didn’t leave room for argument in his tone. Rain didn’t seem to care.

  “Don’t boss me around,” she huffed, her hands going to Knight’s chest to push him back. He, of course, didn’t move.

  “One more chance, baby. Take ‘em off now.” Charro’s hand slid up her back to the back of her neck.

  “Excuse me? Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” she said defensively.

  “Bad answer,” Knight chuckled. She watched his eyes dance over her shoulder to Charro and wondered what the hell he was laughing about. Before she picked up on what they were doing, Charro had the hem of her shirt up over her head while Knight reached down and yanked off her boots before they removed her jeans. Knight bent down and put his shoulder in her stomach, tossing her over his shoulder.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down!” she yelled. Her fists beat on his back but he ignored her and sat down in a chair with her belly across his lap and her head hanging off toward the floor. Her hands pushed against his leg and the leg of the chair, trying to upright herself but a giant hand pushed in the middle of her back.

  “Stay still,” he growled. “Give me your belt, Charro. It’s time Rain learns who is in charge.”

  “‘Bout fuckin’ time,” he grumbled, the sound of him unfastening his belt buckle and pulling the leather strap through his belt loops echoing beside her. She jerked at the sound, once again fighting to right herself.

  “Stay down or you won’t sit for a week,” Charro demanded. His voice had gone hard.

  “The fuck you say,” she hissed and pushed up, her back arching. The sound of popping leather made her jump and momentarily freeze. When the sting lined across her ass and it popped again, she yelped. “Fuck! What the hell—” Smack! He spanked her again, leaving another red whelp across the width of her ass. Her body jerked, but instead of continuing her rant, she stumbled over her words. “Who d-do you think—” Smack! By the third swat, she’d abandoned her complaints and gasped. He brought the belt down across her ass again, his hand pushing her head down. This time, she didn’t fight it. By the fifth, she was arching her ass up toward him.

  “That’s it, baby, you like your ass spanked, don’t you?” Smack! He continued until her entire ass and the tops of her thighs were a bright shade of crimson. “Do you like that?” he asked, tracing his hand down the crack of her ass to her dripping cunt. She was so wet it was soaking through the leg of his jeans.

  “No, dammit,” she argued. He removed his fingers and gave her another, then another until she admitted it. “Yes! Fuck yes, just touch me!”

  “Mmm. That’s a start. Now, you do what we say, I’ll allow you to come so much you’ll beg us to stop. If you don’t, you’ll stay on edge even after you suck our load out. Got it?” Her body went tight again, but he rubbed his hand over the tender flesh of her ass and she relaxed back down. It went against everything she stood for to give in, but damn if what he was doing didn’t feel so fuckin’ good. Too good. Sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. Sure they’d had great sex before, but this… This was on a whole new level of kink and she wanted it bad. That didn’t mean she was gonna give in easy…it just meant eventually she would give in. They didn’t need to know that though. She had every intention of making them work hard for it.

  “Or, I could let you two come if you are both good boys and if not, make you watch me come over and over until I get tired…” she taunted.

  “I love that you think we are joking,” Charro said, the smile in his voice evident.

  “And I love that you think you’re not joking,” she shot back.

  “You hear that? I think it’s time we set down a little ground rules. Don’t you?” Knight’s voice held more than a little amusement.

  “I think so,” he answered with the same amount of sarcasm. “Let’s start by rule number uno. We are in charge. What we say goes.”

  “Oh really? And what’s rule number two?”

  “There is no rule number two. What we say goes. And if you want to be a good little girl, we will make sure you enjoy it,” Knight added in a mocking tone.

  “You two have bumped your damn head,” she spit out.

  “No, but we can and will swat this pretty pink ass,” Knight said, his hand smacking down on the heated flesh. She let out a yelp, but the heat that came from his touch sent a jolt straight to her clit that she couldn’t ignore. Her yelp turned into an involuntary moan. It didn’t help her case much when Knight forked two fingers into her pussy without warning. He buried them knuckle deep and began twisting and curling them inside her. He had her pussy juicing and her body squirming in a matter of seconds.

  “Mmm, you’re fucking hot, baby,” Charro praised, moving around to her head. He pulled back her hair and watched her face, gritting his teeth at the look on her face. “So fuckin’ sexy,” he ground out. He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, getting on his knees in front of her.

  “Shove Charro’s cock down your throat, baby. I w
anna watch you choke on it while your cunt tightens around my fingers,” Knight instructed. She didn’t get much time to pull herself together and argue before Charro’s dick was prodding against her lips, demanding entry. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips just as he pushed past them, forcing his way in her mouth. She hummed, making him groan this time as he fed her his dick all the way down until his balls hit her chin. When he felt her gag, he pulled back, giving her time to catch a breath before he thrusted back in, pushing past the tightness of her throat. “Fuck, I love feeling your throat stretch, baby,” he rumbled.

  “I love feeling her clench me each time you feed her, bro.” Knight worked another finger in her sex, twisting and turning until her body began to tighten. “She’s gonna come, get ready to pull out unless you want teeth marks. I can feel her getting close,” Knight warned Charro.

  “Fuck yeah. Send her over the edge,” he encouraged. He shoved in and out of her mouth a few times and pulled out, keeping one hand fisted in her hair so he could watch her face. Her lungs fought to suck in oxygen, morphing with moans the harder Knight finger fucked her. Her breath hitched and that’s when it hit—wave after wave of her orgasm rolled through her body, her muscles tensed and went rigid, her back bowed, her ass shoving against Knight’s hand and her screams loud. “Son-of-a-bitch I could blow just watching her.”

  “She’s gripping my fingers so fuckin’ tight it hurts. I can’t wait to feel that on my dick,” Knight roared. “Get her on the bed.” Charro barely got her off his lap and into his arms before Knight had half his clothes off, piling them in the floor. He was totally naked, his cock pointing to the celling and leaving a wet spot above his belly button when he reached her.