Truth and Lies (White Wolves MC)

by Amy Love

  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

  Truth and Lies copyright @ 2014 by Amy Love. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embedded in critical articles or reviews.

  Part 2 of the White Wolves MC trilogy

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chelsea Shore woke on Saturday morning inside Elias' embrace, feeling warm, happy, and content. She never expected to feel any of these things ever again, and it still amazed her every day she woke up with Elias. Her smile lifted her cheeks and she stifled a giggle, hoping not to wake him.

  Easing out from under his arm, she slipped out of bed and boldly walked through the house naked to make coffee and start breakfast. Once coffee was made, she remembered it was Saturday and that the club was riding up to Sam Houston's National Forest, which the White Wolves simply called Sam's. This meant no breakfast was required—they would eat at the Log Cabin and then ride north. Chelsea did a little happy dance and then went back to the room to take a shower.

  Once out of the shower, she found the bed empty. She grinned and put on her short blue satin robe—the one that turned Elias on so much—and left it untied. Then she went back out into the house searching for him. She found him at the coffee pot, looking out the kitchen window, thoughtfully sipping on his first mug. He turned, looked at her, and then stared at her. Her smile broadened.

  "I truly love the way you look at me Mr. Elias Neal."

  "So do I." He grinned and set down his mug. "Come here, sexy, I want to kiss you good morning."

  "Hmm, that sounds delicious," she said in a teasing voice, and she strolled toward him, rolling her hips and letting the robe flash as much of her breasts as it wished to. She continued until she was pressed up against him, and then lifted up on her toes to take her promised kiss. His arms encircled her and she moaned her delight as his lips pressed against hers, and then she opened her mouth, allowing him to explore her tongue and take as much pleasure from her as he wished. His large hands cupped her ass and massaged her cheeks with his strong fingers, bringing a deep sigh of delight out of her throat.

  "I really love the way you hold me, Elias. It makes me feel so sexy and desirable."

  "You are sexy, and very desirable," he told her.

  "It is Saturday," she announced.

  "Yes," he agreed.

  "We are going to Sam's?"

  "I'm looking forward to it. You?"

  "Very much," she said with a nod. "You should take a shower so that we can get the bikes gassed up and get some breakfast."

  "Sounds good."

  "Would you like me to join you?" she asked, running her hand down his side and then further down to his cock. She stroked him through his pajama pants. "I can wake you up so you won't miss your coffee," she purred.

  "You are much better than caffeine," he admitted.

  "I do aim to please, and thank you for that raving review," she teased.

  He kissed her nose. "Come on then. I find your offers very difficult to ignore."

  She smiled brightly and then pulled him by the hand while she skipped ahead back to the bedroom.

  Once her man was clean and satisfied, she toweled him off and then left his side to get dressed. Glancing back over her shoulder she found him watching her ass as she walked away, and felt warm all over again. "Should I bring my bikini again?"

  "You don't really need to work on your tan. You don't even have any lines," he told her.

  "Naked sunbathing is the balm," she told him as she nixed the idea of a bra and slipped on a black Harley baby-doll top, and then picked out a pair of leather pants she bought during the week. She also decided on a thong and slipped that on, noticing as she did that Elias was still watching her.

  "Elias?"

  "Yes?" he asked.

  "Aren't you going to get dressed? I don't mind, but some of the men might not want their wives looking at you like that. Not everyone is a Greek god, you know."

  "I'm Norse and Irish," he told her.

  "I love Thor," she told him.

  "He's a redhead."

  "I thought he was blond."

  "That's just the comic books. The real Thor is a redhead."

  "Oh, well, I still love him. Blond, redhead, same thing when you have pecs like that," she said in a serious voice.

  "Think I better get back in the gym. Don't want to lose you to a myth."

  "Probably a good idea," she agreed, trying hard to keep from giggling as she lied down on the bed and wiggled into her leather pants, which fit her like a second skin. She could swear she heard a sealing pop when they finally came up over her ass. "These aren't going to be too hot, are they?"

  He looked out the window. It was bright and sunny already. "Might be, once we are up there. Pack some shorts in your saddle bags, and maybe some Levis."

  "Good idea." She nodded and skipped to the closet again to pick out her stand-byes.

  "Come on!" she urged. "I'm still a little hungry, even after that wonderful shower."

  Elias came off the door jamb he was leaning on and said, "Alright. I'm coming."

  "You said that earlier. Get dressed," she teased.

  Once they had the bikes ready, they rode over to the Log Cabin Restaurant and Bar—the clubhouse of the White Wolves Motorcycle Club. She pulled her bike in beside Elias' V-rod and noticed a large blue and chrome trike parked beside the building.

  "Is that Duffy's trike?" she asked as she lowered the Sportster down on its stand.

  "Yep, I guess he's coming."

  "I finally get to meet the infamous Duffy," she said with delight, shaking out her long blond hair out from her helmet and then putting back on her sunglasses.

  CHAPTER TWO

  As soon as they walked in the bar they were given a chorus of greetings. Chelsea took Elias' arm, still not use to such warm greetings from so many people, but she smiled and nodded to the few that she knew. Larry, the attorney—who looked more like a brawler—was one of them. John, the president—who looked like a leather armored bear—was another.

  John was talking to a beautiful and amazingly alluring Mexican woman, who was probably close to forty-five but, with a little makeup, could have passed for thirty. Chelsea silently prayed that at forty-five she would look so good. Elias guided her toward the two of them and then introduced her to Mary "Doc" Maynard.

  "You're a doctor?"

  "Psychiatrist," she told Chelsea.

  "Wow," Chelsea replied. "This club has some serious brain power."

  "You're on the arm of one of the brightest," Mary told her, and then leaned forward and gave Elias a kiss on each cheek in European fashion. "How you doing, big boy?"

  "Good. You riding with us?"

  "I thought it would be good to get out of the house for a while. I've been stewing in my own shit too much lately."

  "Don't be too hard on yourself; we all miss him," Elias told her.

  "Miss who?" Chelsea asked.

  "My husband. He passed away six months ago. He was a patch holder in the club. Treasurer."

  "Oh, I'm so sorry," Chelsea said, suddenly feeling guilty for asking.

  Doc shrugged. "We had twenty-three beautiful years together. Most people can't claim half of that."

  Chelsea bet that didn't make it any easier. In fact, that felt like it would be even worse, but she kept her thoughts to herself. "Are you riding your own bike?"

  "No, I thought I would hitch a ride with
John since he offered. You riding your own?"

  "Thanks to Duffy." Chelsea smiled. "And by the way, where is Duffy? I would like to meet him," she asked, looking around and trying to spot someone who looked like they walked hand-in-hand with the gods of chaos and karma.

  "There he is," John pointed, and then called out for Duffy to come over and introduce himself.

  The man that turned, and hopped off the bar stool looked like a large, over-sized gnome. He had a bald head, a large gray and brown beard, and wore gold wire spectacles that he blinked behind. He was at least five inches taller than she was, so that put him at probably five-eleven. His shoulders were broad, but his arms were thin and wired with apparently strong muscles and painted with several tattoos. He had a paunch of a belly, and was slightly bowlegged.

  "You must be Chelsea," he said with the heaviest Texan accent Chelsea had ever heard—and since they were in Houston, that was saying something.

  "I guess I will be, then," she said with a smile, and then gave him a hug. "Thanks so much for letting me borrow the Sportster."

  "You know, I have your Shelby at the garage," he told her.

  "I know, but can I please keep borrowing the Sporty? I love riding it."

  "I can do without it for another couple of weeks, but don't get any ideas about trying to keep her. I like that little bike. It's got style, and grace."

  "Yes it does." Chelsea nodded. "Maybe you could keep a look out for a bike that I can buy?"

  "I would love to help get you saddled up," he replied. "You got the money?"

  "I could afford probably ten grand, but not much more than that," she offered.

  "Ten will get you a real nice used Sporty," Duffy told her. "I'll send out the hounds and see what comes back."

  "Good, that would be so nice. Do you think you could also help me sell the Shelby?" she asked.

  "Oh hell, I could have that sold by the end of the day. I can't tell you how many offers I've already gotten for it. That's a sweet ride, if you are into that sort of thing."

  "I was, but I'm thinking bikes are much more fun."

  "That's the way of it alright," he agreed. "What you wanting for it?"

  "As much as you can get, and then take twenty percent for your effort."

  "Won't be any effort at all. Hell, the thing has sold itself at least fifteen times since it arrived on Monday."

  "The pink and registration are in the glove box, already signed," she told him.

  "That's kind of dangerous, isn't it?"

  "Well, I honestly didn't think I would ever see her again. I figured someone should have her," she sighed.

  Duffy nodded. "Yeah, I've heard part of the story, and filled in some of the rest with what I heard about that feller coming by here to give you a hassle. The one Elias shot the shit out of the doorjamb because of. Some kind of detective, wasn't he? They're all assholes. Especially those narcs."

  Chelsea smiled, having heard that Duffy dabbled in drug running and had been arrested several times by those assholes, although nothing ever stuck on him. Something always happened to mess up the case. Evidence would go missing, reports got screwed up—it was weird but apparently consistent. Elias told her that, despite it all, Duffy still had a clean record.

  The five of them got a table together and ordered breakfast. A few minutes later, Larry, who got the restraining order and the lawsuit filed for her against Tomas, came over and sat with them. "Hey all, how's the world treating you folks?"

  "Very good, thank you," Chelsea told him with a grin. "And how is my favorite lawyer today?"

  "Splendid. My bike is running beautifully, thanks to the Duff, and my back feels great, and I'm looking forward to riding through some scenic views."

  "What happen to your back?" she asked, concerned.

  "He tried to date a nineteen-year-old college girl, and she rode him near to death," Duffy laughed.

  "That's not true," Larry barked, but Chelsea was sure she caught the hint of a blush around the lawyer's cheeks.

  "The hell it ain't," Duffy cackled. "Where is that filly? Let's ask her."

  "She's with her mom this weekend, down in Freeport," Larry sighed. "But I injured my back digging out that stump in my backyard."

  "Right," Duffy agreed, much too humorously.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Breakfast was wonderful. She had the waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, along with a side of sausage links. Elias talked easily with John about the route while Mary and she talked about a forest Chelsea had never been to.

  "Can I ask, without being too prying, how you are holding up?" Mary queried. "From what I've gathered, you had a rough ride for a long while."

  Chelsea took a bite of her sausage and then looked at the older woman. "I'm better than I was a week ago, and much better than I was the week before that. Hell, I feel almost human again."

  Mary nodded. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to pick up the phone. Elias has my number."

  "Thank you. I might do that sometime soon. I'm still having some bad dreams, and maybe it would be good to talk about it," she replied, though she had no intention of following through on that. If she was going to talk to someone, it would be Elias, and that conversation needed to happen soon. Not today, but soon.

  After breakfast Chelsea looked over at Larry and asked quietly, "Are you really dating a nineteen-year-old?"

  This time the slight blush was unmistakable on the bruiser's cheeks. He grinned at her and then nodded his head. "She's twenty now, just had a birthday."

  "I would love to meet her," Chelsea told him. "You should give her my number. We can exchange notes on the joys of being with older men," she told him, laying an affectionate hand on Elias' thigh.

  "Joys." Duffy smirked. "Yeah, right."

  Chelsea looked at him a little sadly and said, "Ah Duffy, haven't you ever been with an older man?"

  Duffy's eyes blinked rapidly, and his mouth made fish breath motions, but his brain didn't seem able to catch into gear.

  Doc laughed hard, John choked on his coffee, and Elias bellowed a roar of mirth that had several tables of people looking over to see what the fun was. The look on Duffy's face was priceless as he sputtered and tried to extinguish the flaming joke at his expense, but nothing would come out of his mouth.

  They took the 45 out of Northside and rode it up all the way to the 150, then headed east through the Sam's. It was a beautiful ride, made better by riding beside her lover and his V-rod. At Coldcreek they stopped, pulling into a tavern that John favored, for food and beers. There were thirty-four bikes in their group, but over fifty people when adding in passengers and the three trucks that were convoying with them. After the late lunch they continued east on the 150 to the 59 to come back down through Cleveland and Humble, and finally back into Northside.

  Bikes pulled out of the group in singles and pairs as they came down the boulevard back toward the Log Cabin, waving goodnight to the rest and answered by horns and waves from the remaining pack. Elias signaled to her that they were leaving before hitting the club house as well. She nodded and followed him as he cut down a side street which would take them home.

  It was the longest ride she had ever made, and though still exhilarated by the feel of the bike between her legs and the memory of the beauty she was able to see, she was tired and becoming a little sore. Home, and the hot tub, sounded very good to her.

  As soon as they parked the bikes in the backyard, she shut down her engine and announced, "Naked time!" with far more energy that she actually felt.

  Elias laughed and nodded his head. "I'll get the tub going."

  "You do that, lover. I'm going to strip and get us some beers," she told him as she skipped through the back door, then started to strip her clothing as she went back into his room.

  Larry had told her up at the tavern that he was actually only five years older than Elias. "You're only forty?" she had asked, since she had guessed Elias to be around thirty-five.

  "Bl
ess your heart," Larry had laughed. "No, I'll be forty-five in August."

  "Elias is forty?" she stuttered.

  "You didn't know you really were hanging with an older man?"

  "I guess not," she had replied.

  Ten years older seemed like quite a gap, but nearly fifteen years older—shit, a few more years and she would be dating someone her dad's age. But fuck, he was good to be with and he sure looked wonderful naked.

  She grabbed four beers for them on her way out, then sashayed out onto the patio to find Elias already naked and in the bubbling water. "Ah," she sighed with disappointment. "I wanted to see you."