by Lauren Hunt
“You'll see it my way eventually. Rebel is a bad guy and he will only hurt you in the end. Please stay away from him.”
Tears formed in my eyes. My father meant the world to me. But I never knew how evil he was. I turned around and ran for the office door before I started to sob.
My father called to me but I ignored him. I closed the door behind me and fell to the ground, letting it all out. I didn't care that the secretary was right there, watching me cry my heart out.
I picked myself up and went for the elevator, wiping my nose. The doors closed just as my father opened the office door and looked at me one last time.
Anger and sadness stormed through my soul. I didn't want to believe my father could do anything that insane. But he did. And it wasn't right.
Rebel went through so much hell and it was all for me.
Rebel
I woke up the next morning and reached my hand out to feel for Kayla's warm naked body. But the bed was empty.
I shot up and saw the note sitting on the nightstand. My heart calmed and I read it. I was glad she went out because there was some business I needed to tend to and I didn't want Kayla finding out about it.
I never told her about my meeting with the mayor. If I had to do something drastic to Kayla's father, it would be better if she never found out that it was me.
I had the Prez call an emergency meeting at the clubhouse. My problem with the mayor and Mr. Spencer needed to be dealt with. My brothers could give me advice on what my next move should be.
We gathered around the MC table that had Reavers and Saint Marks engraved on it. Diesel, the Prez, sat at the head of the table. The rest of the members were seated around.
Diesel slammed the gavel down. “Everyone is here today because Rebel has a problem.”
“He get his cock stuck in his zipper again?” Pike said, pressing his round glasses to his nose. Pike was the MC treasurer and thought he was the funniest man alive.
“We can't help you with all those STD's, Rebel,” Juice chimed in.
I smiled at Juice and gave him my middle finger. “Too bad I got 'em all from your mom.”
The veins in Juice's neck popped out. Stone was sitting next to him and had to hold him down.
Diesel glanced at me. “Rebel, explain the situation for everyone.”
“I had a meeting with Mayor McCain.”
“I'd like to ring that motherfucker's neck,” Cannon, our Sgt-at-Arms, said. Cannon still had hair unlike Pike but Cannon chose to shave right down to the scalp.
“Mayor told me that he was the reason I got out of prison. But he was also a part of the reason I was put there in the first place.”
“Did you kill the bastard?” Piggy asked. He was the MC prospect and his enormous weight was the reason for the nickname.
“Almost couldn't stop myself. But killing the mayor would send me right back to prison.”
Diesel calmed everyone down. “What does the mayor want?”
“Wants me to take down Kayla's father and Spencer Enterprises.
“That's a tall order,” Stone said, running his fingers through his hair.
“If it was anybody else, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in their skull. But I can't kill Mr. Spencer without hurting Kayla.”
Cannon rubbed his bald head. “So you have two options. You do the mayor's dirty work and take down Spencer Enterprises. But lose your girl in the process. Or...you kill the mayor and get sent to prison again.”
“You forgot the third option,” Piggy said. “Kill 'em both. They deserve revenge for what they did to you.”
Revenge did sound sweet. Those two men had torn Kayla and I apart. They deserved to die.
“You definitely have a predicament,” Diesel added.
“Is there any way we could kill the mayor without getting caught?” I asked.
Pike took his glasses off and rubbed the lenses on his shirt. “Next to impossible. The mayor is surrounded by security twenty-four hours a day. Even if you were able to get close to him, you'd have a dozen witnesses and guards that would shoot you down.”
I tried to imagine the different scenarios and in every one, I was either caught or killed. “What if we take him out from far away? Cannon is pretty good with a sniper rifle.”
Cannon nodded in agreement. I'd seen him shoot cans from a thousand yards away.
Pike shook his head. “Also impossible. The mayor travels in a bullet-proof limo. He also only goes out in public when he needs to.”
“I hate to say it, but what if you went to the cops?” Juice asked. “They might actually believe you.”
The table turned to Juice like he had uttered the worst words known to man.
“Sheriff Buckley is bought and paid for by the mayor. I can attest to that. The cops can't help us here,” I said.
“That leaves you with one choice,” Diesel began, “You have to do what Mayor McCain wants. Take down Spencer Enterprises without killing Mr. Spencer.”
“Well how the fuck do I do that?”
“You're going to need access to his office. He's no doubt hiding records of his various meetings. There's bound to be some info in their that will put him away and destroy Spencer Enterprises. Get the documents and bring them to Pike. He can get them to the FBI anonymously.”
Pike nodded. “That seems to be the only choice you have left.”
“Worry about the killing later,” Stone added.
The MC was right. Killing them for revenge would have to wait. My only option was to take down Mr. Spencer in a way that I wasn't accustomed to—using my brains.
“How can Rebel get access to Mr. Spencer's office? That place is a security compound.” Pike asked.
The light bulb in my head went off. “Kayla can help me get in. She can distract her father long enough for me to get the documents.”
“How many of us can she sneak in?” Stone asked.
“It's only going to work if it's just Kayla and I.”
Diesel raised the gavel. “Looks like our work here is done. Meeting adjourned.” He slammed the gavel down.
The only problem was how to get Kayla to betray her father? She might hate him right now but not enough to destroy him.
Chapter Eight
Kayla
The talk with my father had completely wrecked me. I sat in my car, too weak from crying to drive.
Everything I knew about him was a lie. I'd heard rumors around town about my father being a ruthless businessman. But that was business. This was my life he was toying with. The thought of never seeing him again pulled at my heart. He was always there for me when I needed him most. But I could see now that he only had his own interests in mind.
After every tear was wrung out of my body, I finally started the car and drove back to Rebel's house. I couldn't let my dad control my life anymore.
But that meant no more money. No more fancy apartment. How could I afford to live on the money I made from painting? Rebel didn't even have a job. The money he got from the MC was meager at best.
There were a lot of things that needed to be sorted out.
I knocked on Rebel's door, not sure if it was appropriate to just walk in. We were together again but were things back to normal yet? Everything was pretty far from normal right now.
Rebel opened the door and peeked out, holding a handgun. Probably a good idea that I didn't just walk in. “What's with the firearm?” I asked, pushing by him.
“Never know when your enemies are coming,” Rebel replied, putting the gun behind his back and in his waistband. Rebel looked at my face and instantly knew something was wrong. “What happened? Your eyes are all red.”
We sat down on Rebel's dusty couch. My throat choked as I began, “I went to my father's office to confront him. He admitted the truth. My father was behind it all. He's the reason you went to jail.”
Rebel's fists clenched as he sat next to me. The rage in his eyes was fiery hot. “That fucking bastard.”
I nodded, trying to hold back
the tears. “He said he didn't want you near me anymore. When we went against his advice and continued dating, he took drastic measures. I'm so sorry, Rebel.” I fell into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could.
“It's not your fault, Kayla. You didn't know.”
“But I trusted him for so long. He was the reason I didn't visit you in jail. He convinced me that you were guilty and I should move on. If I had only listened to my heart, I might've seen the real picture.”
“Let's not get caught up in the past. I'm here now, Kayla. We can move on together.”
He couldn't have said it any better. I reached up and kissed him hard. I wanted to take away all his pain and suffering. I wanted to go back and change everything. Make sure that Rebel never went to jail. But there was nothing to do about it. Rebel was right to move on.
Our lips touched and everything disappeared into a fog. The beating in my chest was only matched by Rebel's. He held me tight in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. I melted away, never wanting to leave this moment.
Rebel broke away. “I don't ever want to lose you again, Kayla.”
“Then don't ever let go,” I whispered.
Rebel kissed me again, his eager hand wandering under my blouse. I cried out as he squeezed my breast over my bra. My moaning only made him hungry for more. Rebel lifted my blouse over my head and I undid my black lace bra before he could rip it off. I liked that bra a lot.
Rebel craned my neck to the side and left a trail of kisses down to my shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. He kissed my collarbone, kneading my breasts. I held his head against me as he kissed my peaks. He ran his tongue along my cleavage and over my nipples. The cold air perked them up and Rebel sucked on each nipple as hard as he could.
The thought of what was going to happen next excited me to no end. Rebel was the only man that could make feel this way.
Rebel deftly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He tugged at my panties and I swatted him away. “Not so fast, Cowboy. I like these panties.”
“We'll have to be careful then.” Rebel placed his fingers gently underneath the black fabric and pulled them slowly down my legs.
I was completely naked before him and Rebel still had on all his clothes. “Am I the only one that's going to be naked here?”
“For the time being.” Rebel smiled and ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs. My body shivered as he moved closer and closer.
Only a little higher...
But Rebel stopped. He took his fingers away. No! I need you now! Touch me until I shatter...
Rebel spread my legs apart until my dripping wet pussy was all his. “Taste me, Rebel. I want to feel your lips on me.” There was more I wanted to feel but his lips would do for now.
Rebel layered kisses down my stomach to my pubic mound. Just a little bit lower...
Rebel buried his face between my legs, suckling on my clit. The sudden injection of pleasure made me cry out his name. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue tasted up and down my sweet slit.
My hips arched with every spike of ecstasy. Rebel drove me wild as he had done so many times before. My breathing quickened and I was so close. “Rebel...”
He kissed my clit until I came undone, squeezing his head in a vice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let the ecstasy control me. Rebel worked his magic, swirling his tongue around until I couldn't take anymore.
The next orgasm was only moments away. Rebel slipped his fingers into my tight wet hole. I clenched his hair as he curled them inside me. “How can you make me feel this good?” I breathed.
“Because I love you,” Rebel returned.
His words had too much power over me. My body reacted in ways that I never thought possible. My hips bucked against his firm lips, spreading my wetness all over his face. I shuddered around his fingers until my body couldn't take anymore.
Rebel pried himself from between my legs. But I was desperate for more. A million orgasms wouldn't be enough. He licked his lips tasting all of my cream. I wanted to be with this man forever.
Rebel
How could a woman taste so good? Kayla's honeyed slit was so sweet. I tried to remember that taste while in prison but the memory eventually faded.
Kayla jumped on me like a panther, clawing at my clothes. The two orgasms had made her hungry. “Give me what I want,” she commanded.
I threw my leather jacked across the room. Kayla wrapped her fingers in the neck of my wife-beater and pulled as hard as she could, tearing it in two. Her sudden strength made the throbbing in my pants burn with desire. Her nails dragged down my chest and over my tattoos, leaving red marks. She'd never been this dominating before.
I liked it.
She fiddled with my belt buckle until it was loose and she slipped my jeans off. I lay on the couch with my boxer briefs the only thing protecting my hard cock from Kayla.
Kayla faced away from me and planted her curvy ass down on my lap. My length fit right in between her cheeks. She placed her hands on my knees and rotated her hips. I put my hand on her naked back and felt her radiating heat. She felt so good grinding up against me. Better than any stripper or prostitute.
I reached in front of her to get a feel of her big tits but Kayla hit my hand away and got up. She shook her finger at me. “No, no, no.”
She got down on her knees and swung her hair behind her shoulders. Her hand ran over my boxers, just barely avoiding my trapped cock. “You need to stop with the teasing, Kayla. Or I'm going to bend you over this couch and fuck you right now.”
“You need to have some patience,” she said, squeezing my cock hard. I gasped from the pain and pleasure. She slowly rolled my boxers down until my length flopped out. Kayla's eyes went wide and she bit her bottom lip. Her finger traced from the head of my penis all the way down to the base.
I wasn't used to all this teasing. I usually got what I wanted when I wanted it. But Kayla was denying me the pleasure I deserved.
I grabbed the back of Kayla's hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes lit up up and her mouth opened. I grazed my finger around the rim of her mouth. “Don't make me beg, Kayla.” I could go jerk off in the shower if she didn't give me what I wanted.
She loved toying with me. Kayla gripped the base of my cock and stroked. It felt way too good. I leaned back in the couch while Kayla licked the head of my penis. She crammed my entire length down her throat and all I could do was scream.
Her fingers gripped the base and she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue swirled around my tip as she took me in and out of her mouth. I could only take so much more. No man would be able to hold off when Kayla had her lips around them.
The thought of Kayla swallowing my warm seed only made the experience more intense.
I was close.
Too close.
Kayla pulled me out before I could explode. My balls were wound so tight. I needed to feel that release before my body fell apart.
“Get on top of me,” I commanded.
Kayla stood up and straddled me with her long silky legs. Her tasty slit was only inches away from my desperate cock. Kayla hovered over me, watching my rod bounce up and down. “How much do you want me?” she asked, teasing me again.
“I want that tight pussy so bad, baby.” I squeezed her tits, showing her just how hard I wanted her.
Kayla lowered down on me slowly, my tip sliding into her wetness. She went all the way down until my length was enveloped. “How do I feel?” Kayla asked.
“So tight, baby.” I rested my hands on her hips as she raised up and down. I watched her beautiful curvy body rock against me. She knew exactly how to make me feel so good. And I never wanted her to stop.
Kayla bent down and kissed me. My hands moved to her ass and hugged her cheeks, slamming her harder down onto my cock.
“Will you come with me?” Kayla asked, arching her back.
I nodded, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. Kayla tightened around
my cock and found her release, screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I held off my orgasm as long as I could. My breath escaped me as I burst inside Kayla, filling her up until I was dry to the bone.
We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, naked on the couch in a state of bliss. Why couldn't life always be this good?
Sometimes life had to be a motherfucker. I needed to tell Kayla the whole truth. About the mayor and her dad. Everything.
