“Want your biker, do you, babe?”
“So soon?”
For a reply, I lift her up, turn her, and place her on her knees, then push her forward. Taking her hands, I place them on the headboard, warning her, “Hold on tight for the ride.”
Taking hold of her hips, I position my cock against her glistening, slippery cunt and push inside, struggling to get my big dick into her tight hole. Then I’m all the way home. My finger rims her asshole. “Ever had a cock in there, babe?”
“No.” The word is part nervous, part uncertain, but there’s a tinge of curiosity too.
“One day, I’m going to take you there.”
Her skin flushes red, which I hope is anticipation and excitement. Certainly wouldn’t be my first time even if it’s hers.
“Hmm,” I pump in, “a nice big dildo in your cunt, and me in your ass. Think you could take that, babe?”
She pushes back against me. Yeah, I reckon this woman of mine will give it a try.
“Oh, fuck, Beef. Condom.”
Shit! “Stay there.” I was so damn close to forgetting. “You need to go on the pill or something, Stevie. Or I’ll get the snip. Want to feel you skin on skin as soon as possible,” I tell her, reaching over her and opening a drawer. As I cover myself, I continue, “Never ever forgot before, but you make me forget my fuckin’ name, babe. Now, where was I?”
I’m back inside her with just one thrust. I’m fucking her, fondling her tits which are dangling down. She’s every bit as into it as I am, giving as good as I take, proving yet again she’s the right woman for me.
Having already come once, I can take my time. I give myself over to the feeling of being inside her, learning the sensations we both like the best, trying out different speeds and rhythms. It’s her third orgasm that takes me over with her. As I roar out my release, she’s still hanging onto that headboard as if her life depended on it.
Pumping the last few drops into the condom, I relax my hold on her hips. “You can let go now.”
She giggles. “I can’t move. I think you’ve killed me, Beef. Can you give me a while to recover before the next round?”
Removing the condom and tying it, I leave it on the floor to deal with later and flop down beside her. “Think I’m going to need more than a minute myself, love.”
“Old man,” she teases.
“Watch out. Else I’ll show you just exactly what this old man can do.”
That threat seems to work as she snuggles in under my arm.
“I’m going to put my patch on you. Marry you too. Tie you to me in every way possible. Never letting you go again, babe.”
She’s quiet. After a moment, I get worried. “That alright with you?” Didn’t she realise I meant this was forever?
“Alright? It’s perfect.” Her brow creases. “I know leaving you was the wrong thing to do, Beef, but it made me realise that if I ever got the chance, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
They say bad things happen for a reason. Any lingering discomfort at the thought she hadn’t trusted me enough to keep her safe flee at her declaration. She’d thought she was doing the right thing to keep me safe, but distance had given her the clarity that she’d needed.
Leaning over, I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then lay back and haul her into my arms once again.
“Will you want me to get a tattoo? Vi said it’s in the club’s rules or something.”
The thought of fucking her with my name on her? That might just have made my over-worked cock twitch again. “That’s Colorado rules, not Tucson’s.”
“Oh.”
Is that disappointment I hear? I test her. “I’ve got no objections—none at all. If you’re okay with getting a tat, I’d love to see my name on you.”
Another moment of silence, then, “I’d like that, Beef.”
I feel like pumping my fist in the air. “There’s one other thing. For now, until this business is over.” I pause, thinking I’m starting at the wrong end. “When Vi was abducted, Demon had a tracker on her.” Not that it helped in the end, but the idea is a good one. “It was in a necklace she wore. I’m going to ask Cad to do something similar for you. I’m going to be looking out for you every step of the way, Stevie. If I can’t be with you, I’ll have another brother or a prospect with you. But this is just an extra bit of security.”
She laughs out loud. Not the reaction I expected. “Like Max’s tag? You’re tagging me like a dog.”
“It’s…” not the same thing I start to tell her, then stop. Now I’m laughing too. She’s got a point.
Her mirth dies away. “Anything, Beef. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Get Max a tag too. I know the risk I’m taking, the danger that I’m in. I’ll do anything to stay with you. But Beef, are you sure about this? You really want to marry me?”
“That’s secondary babe. Just to make it legal in the citizen world. I’m claimin’ you. And that, to a biker, has more meaning than a marriage license. So yes, I’m fuckin’ serious. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”
“Stevie can’t marry you.”
What the fuck? Can’t marry you is all I heard. I rear up. “Why the fuck not? You already hitched? You’ve got a man in the wings waiting? You engaged or something?” Fuck, I never dreamed… I thought she might have a life to return to, I never thought about her having a man. Not that he’d be worthy of the name if he let her go off alone. “You…”
“No.” She replies emphatically, sitting up, drawing up her knees and wrapping her arms around them. “No Beef. I just don’t want you to call me that anymore. That’s not me, no need for pretence between us. I’m Stephanie, okay? Steph. Stevie doesn’t exist. Stevie is somebody different.”
“Stephanie?”
“Or Steph. That’s what my family calls me. Stephanie North.”
“Stephanie Carson,” I try it out. “It has a nice ring to it.”
“The marshals suggested I use a name close to my own so I wouldn’t ignore anyone calling me it. But I long to hear my old one again.”
“Steph,” I try it out. Then do it properly. “Stephanie North. Will you be my old lady and marry me?”
“Yes.”
Round three, it seems, isn’t delayed as long as either of us had expected it to be.
Chapter Forty-Two
“You sure you’re okay with this, Steph?”
“No.” Her bottom lip quivers. “But the time has come when I need to do what I have to. Lennox has explained how this is going to play out. But you’ve got to stay back, Beef. Let them do their job.”
The marshals, it seems, are experts at getting witnesses to court and have come up with a number of ways to get them there unseen. Stevie is going to be hidden in a catering truck, the one that normally goes to the courthouse, so it won’t stand out. Another car, a decoy, and escort will be going by a different route.
I pace the room, while trying to bring myself under control. We’ve had no trouble in the last few weeks, which leads me to think it’s today when an attempt will be made on her life. I’ve been trying hard to stay positive for Stevie and not let her in on my concerns; she’s sufficiently aware of the risk herself that she’s worried enough. If I let on how anxious I am too, it won’t help her at all.
Lennox has assured me his plan is airtight, it’s worked before, no reason why it should fail now. Even getting her to the catering truck will involve switching vehicles a couple of times, a wig for disguise. Steph’s been well versed in what she has to do. She’s practiced swapping cars, so she can do so without help and give no suspicion she is blind.
Ink, Mace, and Lizard have already gone down to LA and are staking out the courthouse. They volunteered due to the skills they picked up in the Army and Marines, namely the ability to merge into the background and remain undetected.
Steph is being flown down, and Demon and I are going with her on the plane. As the nearest chapter of the Satan’s Devils is San Diego, my old friend Dar
t, now the San D VP, will be coming along with some of his brothers; Salem, their enforcer and Grumbler, their sergeant-at-arms, along with Pennywise and Kink. As Lennox has forbidden us to carry weapons on the plane—it had been hard enough to convince him to let Demon and I tag along—Dart is bringing weapons for us in case we need to use them.
We do know, courtesy of RIP, that Mad Bull and the officers in the pen have been removed from the general population due to threats, hopefully isolated so they can’t contact the outside, but I wouldn’t stake Steph’s life on that. As they are on remand and not convicted, they’re being protected for now. We also know there are still Jokers in LA that Stinger and his crew haven’t been able to pick up. Too many of the motherfuckers still breathing. Hopefully Steph’s testimony will get them put away for a very long time, and the feds will round up everyone else.
The only outcome from the trial that I’m worried about, is a lack of a conviction. If the Warped Jokers walk free, they’ll want revenge for having been locked up in the first place. And, of course, losing their charter from the Wretched Soulz could be laid at Steph’s door.
“It’s time, Beef.”
As Steph used her speaking watch, I’m only too well aware. At least I’ll be with her until the last moment.
Descending the stairs to the clubroom, Max scampering ahead, the only sound that can be heard is the ticking of his claws on the floorboards. The solemnity of the situation has got to everyone.
“We wanted to wish you good luck. When you get back, we’re going to have a party.”
“Might not be anything to celebrate, Vi,” Steph warns her.
“Whatever happens it will be over, and you’ll be able to get on with your life.” Melissa, Skull’s woman, who now seems to have found her place here, makes a good point. Whatever the outcome, we’ll know what we’re dealing with and won’t be hanging in limbo.
“Good luck, Stevie. Steph.” Jayden gives her a hug, a quick self-deprecating smile, but we’re all getting used to calling her by her real name.
Pyro comes over. “I’ll take good care of Max. We’ll all be waiting for you.” His eyes come to mine, a slightly pained look in them. They’re all being positive for my woman, but there’s still a risk. We all know the Warped Jokers are crazy, and loyal to their officers inside. Everything hangs on Steph making it to the court safely. If she doesn’t give her testimony, it’s likely Mad Bull and his cohorts will walk free. No one wants that, well, except for the Jokers of course.
“Ready?” Marshal Lennox walks into the clubhouse escorted by Beaver.
“As I’ll ever be,” Steph replies.
“Come on, babe.” I take her hand and squeeze it, trying to convey a confidence I don’t feel.
I’ve made Lennox go over the plans with me, threatening I won’t let Steph anywhere near LA today if I wasn’t involved. He threatened a subpoena, but she’s disappeared once and can do it again and he knows that. I’ll do anything to keep my woman safe. In the end he relented. Demon and I have poured over his plans, trying to see any weakness, but it seems as watertight as it can be.
Doesn’t ease my mind any.
Vi’s helping Steph put on her blonde wig, hiding her auburn hair, making sure it’s straight, and being the mirror Steph can’t see herself. Blonde, red head, she looks perfect to me.
“What do you think, Beef?” She turns to me, a small smile on her face.
“Hmm.” I consider. “Not sure I like you as a blonde. But I’m willing to give it a try,” I answer in the light-hearted way she needs.
Even leaving the clubhouse I glance up at the roof where Bomber and Paladin are waiting, the wave of the latter’s hand showing they’ve seen nothing suspicious. I still keep my body in front of her while Lennox puts her in the car with blackout windows that will take her to the airport. Demon and I get on our bikes to follow behind. In the front, Buzzard, Cad and Sparky are ready to get going too.
I’m tense all the way to the airport where Skull, Rusty and Thunder are waiting for us, relieved to see they give the all clear as we arrive.
Leaving my bike I approach Lennox, pulling him away from Steph so she can’t hear.
“Could anyone have tampered with the plane?” I ask him, tersely.
“No. It’s only just arrived, and no one would have known where it was flying from until the flight plans were filed. The pilot will only have just filed them here for the flight to LA. All’s good, Beef.”
“And your marshals? They’re meeting us in LA?”
“They are. And we’re not flying into La Guardia like they’d expect, we’re using a private airport, and my team is already there.” He sighs as he patiently repeats the arrangements I already know by heart. I just want to know everything is going smoothly, and that nothing has been changed without me being prepared for it.
If I could have avoided this for Steph, I would have done it. All too soon the plane is in the air, and we’re heading for Los Angeles, and there’s no turning back. Lifting the middle armrest, I put my arm around her and tug her to me.
“When this is over, how about you start planning the wedding?”
“You sure, Beef?”
My lips nuzzle her hair. “Never been surer about anything.”
“I’d like to go see my mom and dad, and my sisters. Will I be able to do that?” Her lips press together as she waits for my answer.
Whatever the outcome, somehow, I’ll make that happen. “Yeah, babe. I suppose I ought to meet the in-laws before we get hitched.”
“They’ll love you.”
Will they? She’s been able to learn the man inside the exterior. Will her parents dislike me on sight as it’s impossible to hide what I am, a scary looking tattooed biker?
She’s not shared much about them before, probably because she misses them. Now is a chance to look forward instead of back. To give her a hope to cling onto. “Tell me about them, darlin’.”
“Mom and Dad are both teachers. Mom teaches little kids, Dad 11th grade. He’s into history and will bore your head off if you give him a chance. Selina, she’s my older sister, she’s married. Susanna has a boyfriend, but when I last talked to her, it wasn’t serious.”
“All ‘s’ names?” I smile.
“Yes.” She grins back.
“Any nieces or nephews?”
Again her lips thin. “Retinitis Pigmentosa is hereditary. My sisters grew up with me losing my sight and didn’t want to risk their own children going through it. I’m the youngest, Mom and Dad didn’t know there was a risk until they had me. We’ve been lucky in the family for a couple of generations, and before that, no one knew it could be passed on. There’s a big risk. One we all agreed we didn’t want to take.”
No grandchildren for her parents. That seems a pity. Stevie is such a wonderful person, I don’t know what my own feelings are about taking such a big risk. I’m just grateful that her parents hadn’t known, and she’s able to be here with me today.
“I didn’t influence them, Beef.” She justifies herself without being asked. “Sometimes I think it was harder for those around me to accept than me. You have to just get on with it, you know? But it is something I’ve lost. I’ve managed to cope, but what if a child of mine found it harder?”
She’s obviously thought about this a lot.
“Fasten seat belts for landing.”
As the pilot’s words come over the speaker, I give her one last reassurance. “You giving testimony is the end of this Steph, I promise. Whatever happens, and however we do it, you will see your family again.”
“And we’ll be getting married.”
I have to ask, to make sure. “You sure you want to be with me and not return to your old life?” I hold my breath while I wait for the answer.
“You are my life, Beef.”
As she is mine. It’s the right answer.
We touch down with a slight bump, guess private runways aren’t quite so well maintained. Before we disembark, I pull Steph into my arms, smash my lips
down on hers and ravish her mouth. She responds with the same desperation. A loud pointed cough is ignored until it comes for a second time, then, slowly, with final pecks, we part. She looks flushed and slightly dazed.
“Steph…”
Her hand reaches up and caresses my cheek. “I’ll see you soon,” she promises, stopping anything I was going to say.
She’s right. There’s no need for pointless comments like, be safe. Instead, with a direct look toward Lennox, I tell her, “Do everything the marshals say, okay?”
She nods and fingers the necklace I’ve given her—the one with the tracker in it, which only Demon, Cad and I know about.
Then, without further delay, she’s hustled off the plane and into a waiting SUV.
“She’ll be alright.” Demon’s hand lands on my shoulder. “Lennox and the feds want her to testify, so they’ll do what they have to do.”
“Thanks, Prez. Thanks for being here and having the club support me today.” He didn’t have to do that. I’m not part of his club after all.
“What else would we do? You might be wearing a nomad patch, but you’ve sat around our table for a while now, Beef. Steph, we’ve adopted her too. She’s good people, a good fit for you and for the club. We’ve been through this Beef. I know Drummer said he’d send guys from Tucson, but we’ve been involved in all the planning. Made sense for us to be here with you.”
Another SUV comes into sight. It stops just in front of us.
The driver’s door opens and Dart steps out, already moaning about his mode of transport. “Fuckin’ hate drivin’ a cage.”
Stepping forward, I take his outstretched hand. “Hey, you old fucker. Christ, I can’t remember when I last saw you.”
“Been a while for sure.”
“You’re doing me a solid here, you know.”
“What else could I do? You were there for me, Beef, when I had problems with my own ol’ lady. Now you’ve got one of your own.” He breaks off and looks around. “Thought I might meet her.”
“Nah, the marshals have already taken her off.”
“Good to see you, Dart.”
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