Rebel (Devil's Tears MC Book 3)

by Daniela Jackson

  Ashley sighs as I scoop her up into my arms. Her kids giggle behind me.

  I turn to them. “Grandpa Blaze has got a lot of sweets for you. And other stuff you’re gonna love.”

  Ren and Rose shoot towards the sofa that stands at the farther end of the room opposite the marble fireplace.

  I draw Ashley even closer to me and walk out into the quiet corridor.

  “We could have stayed in the dining room,” Ashley says as she rolls her eyes.

  “We need privacy.”

  “Really?”

  “How’s your hip, Ashley?”

  “Fine. I won’t need my crutch in a couple of months.”

  Good. My bike is ready for her to sit on it.

  I stop in front of my room for tonight and raise my leg. With my foot against the wall, I move Ashley onto my thigh and plunge my free hand into the pocket of my jeans. My fingers close around the key card. I open the door and walk in.

  I lay Ashley on the bed, removing her boots, and she shakes her head. “Not gonna happen. Forget it.” She sits up with one knee bent.

  “What?” I shake off my boots and jump onto the bed. I sit in front of her, cross-legged. “We’re going to talk, that’s all.”

  Her cheeks turn bright red and her hands shake. She seems to be angry.

  Good. Her anger means that she still cares for me.

  Chapter Two

  Ashley

  I knew it was a bad idea to come here.

  I knew my whole resistance would crumble into a million pieces the moment I saw him.

  “I could have died,” I explode. “My children have only me. What if…” My voice halts.

  I promised myself not to be emotional. Yet, here I am, sitting on this king-sized bed with a metal headboard and pouring my fears onto Tyler as though he’s my… what? My husband? Friend? Family?

  His jaw muscles twitch. I know it has stabbed him.

  “It was my fault,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.

  My heart crumbles into pieces. “I’m not scared to die, you know. I’m frightened about my kids. They’d cry, miss me. They’d have nobody.”

  “I’m so sorry.” He drops his head.

  Suddenly, I want to comfort him. He feels as guilty as I do. He shouldn’t. I’m an adult. I should have made an adult decision on that fatal day. I didn’t. Tyler just… wanted me. My hand travels to his hair, and I twine my fingers in his long wisps. His glance shifts to mine. There’s darkness and menace in his eyes.

  “I felt guilty, Tyler. I felt like I’d failed my kids. I’m a mother. I should always be a mother first.” I can’t stop this flood of guilt and fear.

  “I know.” He takes my hand and plants a kiss on my knuckles. “Just don’t give up on us. We can get through this together.”

  Tears prick my eyes. “I’m sure you’ve found someone to replace me.”

  Fucking hell. Am I five or what? I’m thirty-three. I’m a mature woman, but I’m behaving like a jealous teenaged girl.

  Tyler looks at me with fury. “I’m a wolf. I gave you my wolf’s word.”

  I cringe into myself. “I know.”

  I fucking am one of them. I know our men are all honour.

  Tyler inhales deeply. “Let’s go to that aqua park, have fun. You, me and the kids.”

  “Alright.”

  He smirks at me and jumps off the bed.

  I feel like I’ve lost part of me.

  Anger bubbles in my chest. I want him to kiss me, touch me, fondle me, and he just moves towards the door. I’m losing him.

  Tyler

  “Don’t move, Ashley.”

  She looks like she wants to kill me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing. Yeah, she looks sexy as hell.

  “What’s going on, Tyler?”

  “Don’t move, sweetheart.”

  I walk out of the room and close the door behind me. My glance travels to Gunner Junior and Luka.

  “Everything’s according to the plan,” I say quietly.

  “Ren and Rose are playing with my kids,” Gunner says. “We’re gonna take them out for a walk tomorrow.” He shoves his hand into the pocket of his cut and takes a red little box out of it. “In case she was very eager.” He passes the box to me.

  “Thanks, brother,” I say and shove the box into my pocket.

  “Food will be delivered three times a day,” Luka says. “The code—“

  “I can remember the numbers,” I say.

  Ashley’s not gonna escape me. The room has a push button lock, and I’m gonna make use of it.

  Gunner grins. “Good luck.” He slaps me on the back.

  I’ve been busy over this year—I talked to Gunner Junior about Asher; I talked to Gunner Senior about Shay and Nikko. I attended a few job interviews in the city.

  Luka pats my shoulder. “Go, brother. Your woman can’t wait.”

  Yes, Ashley is my woman. She’s always been my woman.

  I toss my hair back, return to the room, and secure the door with the code.

  “What are you doing, Tyler?”

  I turn around and see Ashley flop from the bed and then limp towards me. She sweeps her hand and shakes her head.

  “I said don’t move, Ashley.”

  I must be very convincing because she freezes with her hands raised. I rush towards her, lift her off the floor and lay her back on the bed.

  I shake off my cut and hoody and lie down beside her. “The kids are occupied and happy.”

  “I bet they are.” She rolls on her side as her eyes roam over my bare chest.

  She chews her lower lip. I don’t think she can even realise this.

  “I thought we could spend some time together,” I say.

  “Oh really?” Her eyes burn with hunger, her voice so sultry.

  “Talking.”

  Her nostrils flare, and her eyes flutter. “Talking?”

  I know she wants me, but it must be her decision. Her move. We can talk. Or we can fuck. Up to her.

  Chapter Three

  Ashley

  I fucking don’t want to talk. His manly smell makes my mind whirl, and I want all his eleven inches inside me.

  “Talk to me, Tyler.”

  “I’m a damn very good mechanic, you know.” He props his elbow on the mattress and rests his head against his palm.

  “I know.”

  “I can find a job in the city.”

  “What about your club?”

  “I can return to my dad’s chapter.”

  Kiss me. Touch me. We can talk later.

  “Your kids like me, Ashley.”

  “They do.”

  “I’ve got enough money in my bank account to educate them privately, send them to university and help them when they’re adults.”

  My mind is so cloudy, so drunk with him, that I barely hear him. “You what?”

  He chuckles and winks at me.

  God, I love him so much. Yep. I. Love. Tyler.

  My panties are drenched. I’m all desperate need to merge with him. My eyes devour his hard muscles and tattoos that adorn his chest.

  I raise my hand and put it on the back of his head. He resists me as I try to pull him to me into a kiss.

  “Say you’re my old lady.” His expression is rigid, eyes cold like he’s doing club business.

  “You can propose to me later.”

  “Say it.” The tone of his voice makes me shiver.

  “I’m your old lady, Tyler.”

  Suddenly, everything is clear to me like never before. We’re two halves of one soul that can’t be separated again. Well… My pussy must be filled with his cock—this is what it’s all about in this moment. I’m not even ashamed of myself.

  “I’m gonna brand you, Ashley.”

  “If you need this—“

  “Say you want this, Ashley.”

  “I want your brand on my body. I want to belong to you.”

  I love this feeling of being submitted to him. Dominated by him.

  He shoves me
so I lie on my back and he crawls on top of me. “I know you needed time.”

  “Yes, I needed time.”

  His lips land on mine and devour.

  My hands travel to his back and taste. Every muscle is sculptured so perfectly, his skin so hot to touch.

  “I love you so much,” he rasps into my ear, raw emotion in his voice.

  I feel loved and desired. I know I will be loved and desired until the end of my days.

  “Say you love me,” Tyler demands.

  “I love you.”

  Everything is so light to me—I belong to him—he belongs to me. We’ve always belonged to each other.

  “I’m gonna wreck you,” Tyler says into my ear as his hot breath puffs on my cheek and he lets out a low growl.

  “I hope so.” A tingle runs along my spine, and I shiver in anticipation.

  He gathers my dress up to my waist, sliding his fingers under my panties. I feel his thumb spread my folds.

  “So wet for me,” Tyler says.

  He pulls his hand out of my panties and rubs my arousal on my lower lip. I taste myself and then he kisses my juices off my mouth.

  My pussy throbs, so greedy for his cock to stretch it.

  I put my hands on the waistband of his jeans. “I need you inside me.”

  “I bet you do.”

  I unzip his jeans and free his massive erection. His face sharpens, and I know that I own him.

  He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it onto the floor.

  “You want my mouth first, Tyler?” I want to be very naughty for him.

  “I want your tight cunt first. I’m gonna have your mouth tomorrow. And your ass the day after tomorrow.”

  “Are we going to stay here?”

  “Until Tuesday.”

  “Four days?”

  “Four nights. We can negotiate about the days.”

  “You—“

  “Hush.”

  “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Good. Ren and Rose need more siblings.”

  “They do indeed.”

  “Hush.”

  I wiggle out of my panties, and Tyler shakes his jeans off. His hands travel to my bra. He removes it and I sigh, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

  “I could have it rebuilt, Tyler.”

  “I don’t need this,” he says. “You’re perfect to me as you are. With this scar.”

  “Like an Amazon from Scythia.”

  “Yeah, like a female warrior.” He grazes my chin. “I love it when I have your warrior at my mercy.”

  “I love it when I have your wolf at my mercy.”

  He plants hot and wet kisses down my neck and then over my scar as his fingers roll my nipple. Flutters of pleasure fill my tummy.

  “I need you, Tyler.”

  I spread my knees wider for him and feel his hard cock throb at my entrance. He pushes the head into me slowly. I moan at this sweet torture. Tyler moves his hips against mine and buries his whole length inside me. I’m full and stretched. I’m floating in a mix of pain and pleasure.

  “So good with you,” I murmur.

  “So perfect with you, Ashley.” His hair falls onto my face and tickles my cheeks.

  I gather it on the back of his neck as he eases his weight onto his elbows.

  “I thought I’d go mad,” he says.

  The pain in his voice stabs my heart.

  His hips move against mine, and he goes deeper. His face sharp, violent need for release fills his eyes. I can see he is on the brink and struggles to control himself. I’m on the brink too.

  “Just let go, baby,” I say. “We have a lifetime, I promise.”

  He drops his head and starts thrusting, his breath heavy. His sexy moans fill the air as he fucks me harder, almost brutally. His body trembles against mine, and I feel his cock thicken inside me. His hot cum fills me up.

  I pull him to me and kiss him until he wrenches in his whole pleasure.

  He chuckles. “I probably have an engagement ring in the pocket of my cut.”

  I pat his nose. “You’d better.”

  He tumbles us over so I’m sprawled on his chest. His cock slips out. I feel sticky between my thighs.

  “I need a shower,” I say.

  “No fucking way.”

  My pussy clenches around nothing. Our glances collide, and I see elemental hunger in Tyler’s eyes. He tumbles us over and shoves his hard cock into my pussy. There’s no me. There’s fever and need for release.

  “I’m gonna fuck my baby into you today,” Tyler rasps.

  “Twins if you wish. Just don’t stop.”

  Epilogue Two

  Tyler

  We’re sitting around the table in Chaviva’s dining room. Three crystal chandeliers cast rainbows on the walls as red and yellow fierce flames dance in the fireplace.

  The kids are shouting and giggling. Ashley is rocking our baby son in the crook of her arm as my dad is trying to cope with our twin girls. Star puts her hand on her swollen stomach, and Rebel kisses her cheek. Ren and Rose are talking to Britt and Asher. Gunner and Sol start arguing, but Axel silences them with two growls. Sive rolls her eyes, and my mom piles my plate with my dad’s salad. Tete leans towards Hale and whispers something into his ear. Hale juts his chin out towards Coyote and Seafra, and the boys rise to their feet to grab their guitars. There’ll be a life performance tonight. My eyes sweep over Eavan and Ruby—they’re just a perfect addition to our family.

  Yet another Christmas Eve in Chaviva.

  I’m a damn very good mechanic and my wife is a damn very good private investigator. We have a three-bedroom house in the suburbs.

  Rose is in high school and soon she’ll start college. Ren wants to be a mechanic like me. He is a very good biker.

  I live in my own fairy tale.

  I love passionately. Eternally.

  I’m loved.

  After the boys entertain us with their four songs, Blaze rises to his feet and Maria supports him. He holds a shot glass in his trembling hand. He is ancient, his long hair and long beard all silver.

  “To Dimitri,” he says.

  We rise to our feet. “To Dimitri.” One voice. One memory. One love.

  “To Boulder,” Blaze says, his voice raspy with emotion.

  “To Boulder,” we say.

  Then we drink to Dash. Shay. Mac. Munroe. Kolya.

  One Sadness.

  One hope.

  One hunger for life.

  One big family.

  It almost feels like they are with us—invisible shadows, our guardians, our past. Our roots.

  “Get drunk,” Blaze says.

  “Aye.”

  Ashley leans towards me and sniffles. “It’s always so beautiful. So…”

  “So wolf-like,” I say.

  She nods and kisses our son’s head.

  The end.

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  Chapter 1

  Jax

  Blood gushes from my nose as I raise my hand and knock on the navy ornate door. A hiss escapes my mouth. Right. My three fingers are broken. Two or three of my ribs probably as well.

  You don’t enter a bar and you don’t tell the locals they’re brainless.

  The front tyre of my bike is smashed. I have no fuel. I’m in the fucking middle of nowhere.

  I knock again.

  Woman, have a heart.

  I’m sure as fuck an old woman is the owner because the house is old and it’s a bungalow. The garden looks like it’s been materialised straight from a fairy tale and the hill offers a view over a small village with five more houses made of grey stone.

  Young peopl
e don’t live in such shitholes.

  The owner is a good granny and she’ll give me food and shelter. It’s fucking freezing. My teeth chatter together and my toes numb. I have no phone because the locals smashed it before they had thrown me out of their bar. I’ll die if the granny doesn’t open the door.

  I bang on the door. “Hey!”

  I hear somebody’s timid footsteps at last. The granny must be old and dry. Such grannies love looking after young people.

  I know because I’m a Nomad. I ask good grannies for accommodation and food. For a job sometimes. They never disappoint me. More than that—they love me like I’m their grandson. They’ll chat to me and bake for me. I’ll repair the roof of their house in return. That’s always a good deal.

  The door creaks open. The light pouring from inside blinds me for a split second then I fix my eyes on the woman standing in the doorway. Fuck me. She’s not a good granny—she’s a beautiful young woman—a queen with long dark hair that cascades down her back and front like a waterfall and with a mouth that was created to be wrapped around my dick forever. A queen who’s been crying. I see delicate redness around her coffee brown eyes and under her nose. That only makes her look more beautiful to me.

  And sweet Jesus, her curves are perfect—her large breasts almost pour out of her black top and her generous hips exposed by her black leggings plead for my hips to rub against them.

  She’s a bit taller than me, but that’s not a problem. When she’s on all fours for me, everything will be just perfect.

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” she asks, her voice seductively low and warm.

  My jaw drops. What the fuck does that mean?

  “Your parents know you are here?” she continues.

  I see genuine concern in her eyes.

  That’s my fucking chance to enter her house.

  “Can I use your phone, ma’am?” I ask. “I had an accident and I lost mine. My parents must be dying of fear about me.”

  I look young but all the bitches I meet never mistaken my age, which is twenty-two.

  “Come in, sweetie,” the woman says and steps back. “I’ll look at your face. Your nose is bleeding.”

  She sniffles, and I stifle the urge to wrap my arms around her. Something warm sprouts inside my chest.

  I enter the house and close the door behind me.

  The woman slides her eyes over me, and I see fear in her gaze.