by Luna Maye
She lightly scratched Victor’s back, running her hands over the thickly defined muscles and imagining the bold black lines of his tattoos underneath her fingertips. She felt fully and completely at home for the first time in twenty-two years, since her mom dropped her off at daycare and never returned. As she lay beside him, grateful, sated and spent, his hands threaded through her hair, pulling her closer into his body in a warm embrace and they drifted off to sleep again, sated and spent.
Epilogue
Three Weeks Later
Victor rubbed his palms nervously down the rough fabric on the legs of his suit. He stood with his hands clasped behind him, the proud women of the Hellacious Honeys all sat astride their bikes, parked around him in a semi-circle at the top of the bluff. They looked on seriously, their hair windswept and wild in the late evening breeze. Reina added a little sidecar to her motorcycle for this outing to let Andy come along for the special occasion and he sat handsome and proud in his little black vest at her side, a wide doggy smile on his face as his fluffy tail wagged against the side of the bike. Shelli was parked closest on Mina’s side to his left and when she saw him shifting from side to side, she gave him a thumbs up and mouthed “You got this.”
Today, he and Mina would officially become one entity, one united partnership, forever. He replayed the promises they made each other in the little ceremony at the county courthouse a week ago. Mina wore a brilliantly embroidered white dress made for her by Rita, who complained about the rush order on the job. Her neck, wrists and ears were laden with thick turquoise pieces from her favorite fellow silversmiths and her hair shone in softly tamed coils. She was achingly radiant as she promised to love and cherish him for the rest of her life and he promised to care for her in sickness and in health. It was the single happiest moment of his life, although it probably wouldn’t hold that title for long. It seemed like each moment with Mina always surpassed the last.
Mina walked down the middle of semi-circle of her closest and most devoted friends to stand by his side. She looked sinfully sexy today, dressed in full colors and fulfilling her role as president. Her worn black vest held several extra patches, sewn on by Rita over the last few weeks, but she wore the same slim white tank top underneath and a pair of skin-tight fringe-sided leather pants, her heavy black riding boot poking out underneath. Her burgundy lipstick was applied effortlessly smooth, a feat accomplished on her second application — watching the lipstick glide over her lips in their bathroom had challenged him to count the ways he might rub it off. Outwardly, she was the cool, cold-eyed leader he met the very first day, but now he knew her little tells and she nervously rubbed her double H tattoo. She shifted the extra vest in her hands as she stepped toward him, standing tall and straight to address the women.
“Today, we are inducting a new member into the Hellacious Honeys.” She held his hand tightly as she spoke, her fingers gripping his. “Victor Gage Gomez, do you agree to uphold all of the statutes and guidelines stated as the Hellacious Honeys’ first official ol’man?”
“I do.” He said it solemnly, meeting eye contact with the rest of the women in attendance.
“Do you swear to uphold conduct becoming of a Honey and place the best interests of the club first in all of your words, actions and deeds?”
“I do.”
“This cut will be your badge of honor worn with pride, but it does not come without sacrifice, are you prepared to submit yourself to the required demonstration of your devotion?” She held up a vest much larger than her own, with the Hellacious Honeys rockers on the back, underlined by a large patch reading “Ol’ Man Property of Mina.”
Victor tried to hold in his smile at what was to come. The women had all chipped in deciding what demonstration he would make to prove his loyalty to the club. Every MC had their own rules and many of the women were a little bitter about the lengths most one-percenter clubs forced upon their women, this was their chance at redemption and Mina had allowed them to go a little overboard.
“I am prepared,” he gestured to the shiny gold aviators shielding his eyes, the flat army green polyester of his old flight suit. He wore a pair of tall combat boots that were still a little sandy inside from his time in Iran when he went to lace them up that morning and a white ribbed tank top peeked out of the front of his suit.
He smiled coyly out at the women as they giggled a little at his response to Mina’s question. Shelli let her attention show on her face, Isabel blew a smoke ring from her lips trying to look cool and unaffected. Reina, surprisingly looked like she was salivating and that scared him a little.
“You have ten minutes to prove your loyalty to the Hellacious Honeys. Should you succeed to our satisfaction and receive a unanimous yes vote, you will be inducted immediately and this cut will belong to you in perpetuity.” She smiled at him, sitting down in a straight-backed chair at the front of the circle. Her eyes were lit with interest and mirth. He was happy to see her so full of joy and she glowed in the late evening light. She made eye contact with Isabel and he quickly sobered. He was a PJ, there was no foe to be fought, no battle to be raged, no soul to be saved outside of his realm of skills. But this, this would be a true test.
Mina nodded at Isabel, giving the go-ahead before she announced, “Your time starts now.”
He hadn’t come to play and so, seconds after the opening strains of Ginuwine’s Pony began to play from the boombox beside Isabel’s bike, he popped open the top buttons of his suit, letting the sleeves slide off and drop to his hips as he thrusted dramatically up, probably only half as hard as he’d pounded into Mina’s pussy the night before. But he drew on his experiences with her, as he inched up the bottom of his white tank top to reveal his hard abs, two by two, flexing as he worked the shirt up. Once he passed his pectorals, he flung the shirt up and off, landing it directly in Mina’s face. He smirked at her, his dog tags now swinging and jangling against his bare chest. He turned to face her, dropping to his knees in from of her and miming eating her pussy as he flexed his back and shoulders hard. This was supposed to be a limited contact kind of dance, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to nudge her clit just right with his nose, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Oops, looks like the rest of this little performance was going to happen with a hard cock. His girl was going to be so worked up by the time he got her home.
He rose slowly, using his arms on her chair to brace himself up in an almost push-up position before he mimed thrusting into her once again. Okay, that’s enough Mina, this is a show for everyone after all. He pulled to his feet, leaving a soft kiss on Mina’s cheek on his way up and once he was fully standing, he gripped the front of his flight suit, ripping it completely off thanks to the snaps down the sides of the legs.
Gasps, cheers and catcalls echoed out behind him and he swore he heard Shelli yell out “Heck Yeah!” Damn it, he knew she was the one who’d made the request for grey boxers. Mina’s eyes dropped to the hard cock now obscenely bulging at the front of his underwear and a fire lit her gaze as she studied him. He continued dancing, throwing himself into the rhythm, thrusting his hips, shaking his ass and miming every sexual act he could think of on Mina. He held her in his arms, her thighs hooked over his elbows and thrusting to simulate standing sex when he heard the music start to die down and deposited her, dazed and desperate back into her chair.
He turned to face the club, most of the women were fanning themselves profusely and all of their faces were coated in a fiery blush. He felt proud, maybe this was enough for the ladies to allow him to stick with Mina forever. She was still stunned behind him, unable to speak, despite Isabel elbowing her in the side and vehemently whispering, “Say something.”
“All those in favor?” Shelli stood beside her ride, seamlessly stepping in for his mute bride.
“Aye!” The sound was resounding, echoing loudly into the valley, every woman present’s voiced raised together to approve him.
He slipped his flight suit back on, buttoning all of the little snaps d
own the front and sides before Mina helped him slip on his new cut.
He shifted his sunglasses up and looked deeply into her eyes, before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss amid much celebration by the club.
“You ready, baby?” he asked settling in on her bike behind her, his hands wrapping around the smooth leather on her thighs and his hardness pressing deeply into her lower back. She turned to him, nodding over the sound of her revving engines as the rest of the Honeys mounted up for their next adventure. “Let’s ride.”
Acknowledgments
Wow. That just happened. I wrote a book and you were kind enough to stick with me until the end! I hope Victor and Mina’s story gave you as many warm and fuzzy feelings during your reading as I got during my writing. And, there’s more to come! Shelli’s book is all but finished and headed into the editing stages. I hope you’ll stick around and read about her as well. Her character has been extremely challenging and rewarding to write.
If you’d like to connect with me or share your thoughts on this book, just email [email protected] or find me on instagram @authorlunamaye!
I have to thank Shalini Gopar of Digital Reads Library for her feedback and excellent commentary during my writing phases of this book. It was a diamond in the rough when she received it and she polished it until it shone. You can find her editing services at www.digitalreadslibrary.com.
