by Vera Quinn
“I know he has changed, but I don’t think he would ever do me any physical harm. No one would ever convince me of that. He’s still Mase and he is still my friend. Could you get in touch with Krill for me? I am worried about him. When I called and told him about Killman, he seemed very distracted and he said he couldn’t make it. Will you just check on him? I know I shouldn’t be worried, but I am. He may tell you something he wouldn’t tell me.” I will have to keep a close eye on this, because she is never going to take it seriously. It’s better to just drop it.
“When are you and Devil announcing your marriage?” Give her something happy to think about and her mind off Krill. I don’t want her running off to Colorado again. I will call him tomorrow.
“In a couple weeks when everything calms down. Now is not the time. Are you going to tell Devil about Kim? I like the way everything has been focused on me so I wouldn’t ask about you and Em. Is everything okay now? I know things were difficult for a few days.” Callie is always good at sniffing things out.
“The waiting until you tell everyone is probably a good idea. I am going to brief everyone tomorrow about Kim. We all need an update. I know you have to tell Devil, but just ask him to keep it quiet until tomorrow. Em and I are going to be fine. We had a bump in the road, but it has been smoothed out for the most part. Now we need to get back to everyone.” We get up and make our way back to the thinning crowd. I think I have just enough time to catch a little family togetherness before the bonfire. I sneak into our room and I see Gage snuggled in his crib. I make my way to our bed and toe off my boots and undress. I slide quietly in between the covers with my wife. She snuggles back into me and gets comfortable in my arms. This is peace. This is absolute. How did I get so lucky? Never ever is gone. Always and forever is my life now, and I will keep it.
Epilogue #1
Chief
We celebrated Killman’s life last night with our honorary bonfire. We drank to his life and cremated his cut with honor. We told stories of how he had changed and grown with the BlackPath MC and how he will be missed.
Afterwards I went back to my room with my wife and two sons. After our nap in the afternoon we moved all of KD’s things in with ours. With two babies, we will have to adjust, but I know my ol’ lady is up for the task. As soon as Stone is taken care of, we will be back in our home with a lot more room.
Everyone was updated on the Kim situation. Steel and Sarge were nose to nose, and I know one day there will be blood shed between the two of them. I don’t know what Steel thought the outcome was going to be for Kim, but he took it hard his daughter is dead. I would feel the same. Now he has to tell Kat. They are headed back to their own clubhouse today.
Devil was here for the briefing, but once his dad was out of the clubhouse he disappeared with Callie. Kelsey has Kellan, so I don’t even want to know.
Sarge and Stealth are on the hunt again for Stone and his crew. It won’t be long until they find them. By the look on Sarge’s face, he won’t be around until the job is done.
I have one more thing to do before I go have lunch with Em. I can’t put it off any longer. I do not like putting my nose in another man’s business. I feel for Krill, because he lost his family all at one time, but he is a grown ass man. I sit at my desk and make the call. It rings three times before he answers.
“Yeah.” Krill sounds tired and pissed.
“Chief here. Callie wanted me to check on you. She’s worried.” I want this call done.
“Is she with you now?” Guess there is something he needs.
“No. She’s busy. We just had a funeral.” Not going to explain that one.
“Are you sitting down? I have some news and it is going to shock you, you’re not going to believe it.” Why the hell is he being so mysterious?
“Krill, why are you beating around the fucking bush? Spit it out.” I am getting irritated.
“Okay old man, Dra is alive.” Then the line goes dead. What the hell did he say? No. I try to call back and no answer. I try again, nothing. I know I have to get the bottom of this so I go the door and open it.
“Brain, get your ass in here now!” What the hell are we going to do now?
Epilogue 2
Callie
I don’t know what I did to deserve this man. I can’t imagine my life without him. I think he owns my soul. He has us on the bed with not a stitch of clothes between us. He just wanted to hold and touch me. He has caressed and kissed every inch of my body. Making me feel loved and cherished. I want more, but he is not rushing. I run my hands up his back and feel every ripple of muscle and I want to feel more. He sits up and I see his hard cock between his legs, so I reach for him, but he slaps my hands away. He won’t be rushed. He takes my foot in his hand and starts rubbing it. Paying special attention to the insole. My back comes off the bed. He starts kissing slowly up the inside of my leg. God, I love when he does this. Then he kisses the other one. He slowly licks and kisses his way up to my belly, pulling my belly ring with his teeth. This man is a tease. He finally licks his way to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth and tickles it with his tongue while sucking it into a hard pebble. I feel him lining his cock up with my wet pussy and I try to pull it in, but he holds himself back.
“Babe, are you sure? We can wait. I don’t want to rush you, but I want so bad to be able to be there for you every step of the way. To be able to hold you every night when you are carrying my child again. Are you sure?” He puts just the head of his cock slightly inside me. I try pushing so I can feel him completely inside me. The walls of my pussy are trying to draw him in, but he won’t allow it until I tell him I am sure.
“Please Kylar, I need you inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. I’m sure. God, yes, I’m sure. Give me your baby.” He pushes his cock completely in with one thrust, and my back comes off the bed. It feels so fucking good. He goes in deep and grinds his hips and comes back out until all that is left in is the tip. Holy shit. Over and over. At a pace that is hammering the bed against wall. I wrap my legs around his back and use my stomach muscles to pull him closer to me. I hear a growl come from him and it is like a fire igniting. I use my momentum to flip us over and I crush my pussy down on his dick. I need to cum and I’m tired of being teased.
“Babe, you better get there, because I am going to cum.” Kylar is moving with me now. We have sweat running off our bodies. He brings his hand between our bodies, finds my clit and starts rubbing our moisture around, and I am cuming. My pussy starts contracting and I even feel it in my toes. Yes.
“God yes Kylar, I’m...” I can’t finish. I can’t move anymore and I feel him flip me back over and he is chasing his own orgasm. He groans loudly and I feel his cum shooting inside me.
“You’re not leaving this room this weekend until my baby is inside you. Do you understand woman? You are mine and we are going to have that big family we want. I will never let you go again. I would kill anyone who tried to take you. You are my world. I love you.” I know he loves me and I love him.
“I’m not going anywhere. I love you and I am yours and you are mine. Together forever. I love you Kylar Steel, and I want your baby in me.” I am completely happy.
THE END, for now….
Making My Forever
Coming The End of Summer 2016
Tazer’s story
Never Ever
Part 3
Chapter 1
Chief
Another call out for the third time tonight, or I should say this morning. I know we are hostile with the Dirty Rapture MC, but surely we can have one night of more than a couple hours of sleep. At this rate we will be too exhausted to put up a good fight. Driller and I received our calls to head back to the clubhouse. Grandma Sue is as much as raising Ty and Baby Girl, and Driller seldom gets a night alone with Laurie.
Whiskey wants all voting members there, now. No one argues with him, we just show up. He has been riding the edge of madness with his obsession of clearing out the Dirty Rapture MC. He say
s no one is safe with them trying to slip into our territory. I agree, but it’s the way he has taken it upon himself to get rid of them. They traffic women and children, drugs, illegal arms, and exotic animals. They annihilate anyone in their way, and we are in their way. Whiskey, Bourbon, and Rye, all three have put themselves in between the BlackPath MC and the Dirty Rapture MC. We fight as a family, but this time it’s like they are on a solo crusade. They want to protect us all, but they need to understand that is not what we are about. We always have each other’s backs. We’re stronger together.
As soon as I see the clubhouse, I know something big has gone down. Rye’s bike is shot to shit and Bourbon’s doesn’t look much better. Whiskey’s isn’t even here. I thought he was calling from the clubhouse. Driller parks beside me and we walk in without even talking. The first person I see when I walk in is Trigger. He finally got off the fence and prospected with us, but he and Rye do not see eye to eye. Trigger is an undercover cop, and Rye does not trust the law.
Blake “Trigger” Trammel has been one of my best friends for years. The only other friend I ever trusted more is Tommy. We were inseparable for so long. Through thick and thin. Trigger helped me when we lost Tommy, and helped me pull my head out of my ass when Cheryl cheated on me. No matter if he wears a badge or not, I trust him with my life. Right now Rye is in his face. I have to diffuse the situation before Trigger goes off and does something that he can’t come back from.
“Rye, what the hell are you doing?” He steps back from Trigger and looks at me.
“We were ambushed, and only you, Driller, Trigger, ZMan, and Ace knew about the drop. We are questioning everyone.” It looked like it had escalated way past questioning. I don’t like where this is going.
“Are you accusing Trigger of setting you up to be ambushed? That’s what it sounds like brother, and we all know he would never do that.” I get between Trigger and Rye.
“Rye, I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but I have never given this club a reason to distrust me. I am loyal to the bone. Just because I have a badge now does not mean I am not loyal. Your problem is with the badge, not anything I have done.” Trigger has always had our backs. I didn’t agree with his decision to be a cop, but he’s a damn man and didn’t ask. No one in the BlackPath MC needs permission for anything. He has saved us from a couple of raids since he has been sworn in, and that is loyalty.
“You’re damn right I have a problem with anyone that wears a damn badge. Not a damn one of them are honest.” Rye has a right to distrust the law. His only son, Jace, was killed while in custody after a fight. He was found in his cell dead from a stab wound, and the security tapes conveniently showed nothing. Now Rye hates everyone with a badge, even Trigger.
“We have big troubles with a traitor in the club. Who would you suggest I blame? Everyone that knew has been here for a long time, and he is the only one to gain from it. I’m sure if there was a big split in the club, the law would love it.” Rye is grasping at straws. “Who do you think we should suspect?”
“Maybe if Whiskey would finally legalize everything you wouldn’t have to worry so much. You know change is coming and you just don’t like it.” Trigger is just as pissed as Rye, and spewing hate that can’t be taken back.
“Boy, you need to learn your place. You haven’t been voted in for three months yet and you are preaching change. This club was built from us breaking our backs and spilling our blood. We have buried brothers and we are changing, but it will come at our pace, when we can make sure all the members are protected. We won’t be crawling out on our bellies.” Bourbon usually doesn’t say much, but seems Rye’s bad disposition has rubbed off or maybe he’s just tired of being shot at. “We will find out who the traitor is and they will be dealt with club justice style.”
“Where’s Whiskey? He called for all members here. What does he have to say?” I want to find out exactly what has happened without brothers coming to blows.
“He was shot, we had to have Doc sew him up. He’s in his room changing. Don’t worry, he has plenty of questions of his own.” Bourbon glares at Trigger, but he pulls Rye away and they go to the bar to get a drink.
“What the hell is up their asses? I wouldn’t betray the club. The BlackPath MC and my brothers are second to only you, Ty, and Baby Girl.” I look at Trigger. I have always known club was a second to the people he considered family.
“Trigger, you know they trust you, it is just hard for them to understand why you want to be a cop. I know you would never betray us.” I hope he can understand why Rye would have reservations.
“That’s not what you were saying last week when I had Tina bent over the pool table. You acted as if I had gone behind your back. You said you didn’t want anything else to do with her, but as soon as I nailed her you went all territorial on her.” Trigger is right. I didn’t want her, but I didn’t like the idea of another brother fucking her. I thought Tina was a good girl, but all she wanted was the same as the rest of the bitches. A brother with a cut to claim her.
“I told you that was a misunderstanding. It won’t happen again. I don’t want another headache I can’t get rid of. Cheryl taught me my lesson in women.” I don’t think I’ll ever trust another woman again.
“Let’s get this done. I want answers and I want them now.” Whiskey is as short tempered as Rye and Whiskey. We all head down the hall to a meeting that will change things in a big way. “Ace, take up everyone’s phones and weapons.” I don’t know why that bothers me today. It’s standard procedure, but something about the way Whiskey said it and looked at our SAA. “Give them to Rye to keep.” Then he looks at Ace hard. “Including yours.” Ace’s head pops up at the sharpness in Whiskey’s voice. Whiskey makes his way up to the head chair and picks his gavel up pounding it loudly. “Everyone have a seat now. I want it damn quiet in here.” Ace takes everything and gives it to Rye, then Whiskey nods at Bourbon. Bourbon goes and shuts the door and stands there like a guard. “Everyone should know by now we were ambushed last night. It was a setup. I am convinced we have a traitor among us.” Whiskey looks closely at us all, but his eyes linger on Trigger and Ace.
“We lost absolutely nothing last night. For the last few weeks we have been missing money and some of the drug deliveries have been coming up short. There is a reason we have a rule of no drug use in the BlackPath MC. Users will do anything to feed their addiction, including stealing drugs. Number one rule in dealing with drug smugglers is do not ever let a shipment come up short. They may lose a little money, but not product. They know how much they have to the ounce. We have rules we live by when we go to war. We do not touch families, as in women and children. They do not have these rules. So when someone has sticky fingers they are putting every single brother, ol’ lady, and child in danger. Does everyone understand this?” He looks at us with disappointment and anger in his eyes. “You are also being a traitor to the brotherhood.” No one says anything. We are waiting for him to lay it out to us. I don’t like the feeling I am getting in my gut. “Last night we lost nothing. There was no meet. Bourbon, Rye, and I were setting up a ruse to smoke out our traitor. We have narrowed it down to two brothers.” Whiskey looks from Ace to Trigger. “Rye check the phones.” Everyone is starting to get restless and talking among themselves. No one likes being accused and no one wants to think their brother could do this. I know Trigger would not do this. Even if he was unhappy with the club, he would never put Ty, Callie, and Grandma Sue in danger. Trigger doesn’t even like our transports and Whiskey has left him out of them. In return, he does not get a cut of the money like everyone else. We only transport from one client to the next and Whiskey is working us out of the transport business. We are venturing into protection details. We may still put our butts on the line, but nothing illegal. We have families now and are being on the cautious side.
“This is the phone that made a call to an unknown number at the right time. It’s Ace’s phone. He had to of made the call when we pulling out of the clu
bhouse. The times are almost exact. Trigger’s phone didn’t have a call going out until two hours later, and it was to Chief.” Trigger did call last night, then he came by to see Callie and Ty before their bed time.
“The only people that knew about the meet was Devil, Driller, Trigger, Ace, and Zman. The five knew specific details but after Devil, Driller, and Zman left, we purposely let slip our exact location of the drop and Trigger and Ace were the only two to hear. The only thing we had was bags of sugar, and they were all on my bike, which they took out, shooting me in the process. Another thing only Trigger and Ace knew, who had the supposed merchandise.” Now we know why they are so pissed. No one could predict what happened next. No one would have imagined it would go this far.
Ace slumps down in his chair as if he is trying to disappear, but he comes up with a sneak gun from his ankle holster and shoots Whiskey before any of us can react. It all happened in a flash, but it seemed like slow motion. ZMan was sitting next to Ace, before anyone moved he reached over and disarmed Ace, then snapped his neck. Smooth, clean, and he is dead. Not another gun shot.
Driller and Trigger are the first ones to Whiskey, with me right behind them. Rye has a gun out on everyone and Bourbon doesn’t even move. Trigger is trying to do CPR and Driller has his shirt off trying to stop the bleeding, but there is blood everywhere. He has a gaping hole in his chest. I grab his hand and I am telling him to hold on, but I know when his eyes close he won’t be opening them again. I feel a loss beyond words. Whiskey was not a very loving dad, and he wasn’t sentimental at all, but he was my dad and I respected and loved him. He taught me about life and how to survive and to hold the ones we love close. To protect our children and women and never look back. What’s done is done. Just like that, he is gone.
