Benelli's Elle: Unfortunate Souls MC Book One

by Debbie Mitchell

  Well, looky there, I think she has on the same tempting red heels as Sandy and I lick my lips at the thought. Too bad she wasn’t sporting the same leather top, now that would be a fantasy come true but hey, that red lacy number clinging to her body will do nicely. I can’t help but smile as she reaches her arms out to me for a hug and I take her in a friendly embrace. I don’t want to show how truly interested I am with her until I know she’s ready and then it’s game on.

  “Ruger! Thanks for picking me up? How’s it going?” she asks and then adds, “How’s my girl?”

  “Elle is doing much better, she kicked the prospect’s asses so hard we had to promote them, oh and we call her Xena now,” I laugh remembering the incident that got her that name.

  “Please tell me someone recorded that,” she pleads, laughing along with me, “Xena? As in Warrior Princess?”

  “The one and only and yes, I even made you a copy of it to take home with you,” I tell her and she gives me a high five and then pumps her fist and elbow towards her raising knee.

  “Score! That’s my girl! So fill me in on everything. How is the party coming along? Can we stop by her studio on the way home?” she starts pounding me with questions.

  “Slow down Stacks, one question at a time. She’s doing well, really. Xena has had some rough patches, but I’ve seen a dramatic improvement in the last couple weeks. Her nightmares had her pretty fucked up but Zen and Benelli have really helped her come along. I’ve noticed she hasn’t been flinching if one of the guys bumps into her or touches her arm in passing. Of course Mac is still scared shitless of both of you now,” I chuckle, “Between you getting all feisty and Xena breaking his nose, it’s going to be awhile before he gets anywhere near the Burrow women.”

  “She broke his nose?” she exclaimed and clasps hers with both her hands.

  “Yep, broke it good,” I tell her.

  As we step up to the truck I load her luggage into the back and open the passenger door, my arm raised and my hand holding the upper part of the window, “You called me Stacks earlier…why Stacks?” she asks so close I can smell the seductive scent of perfume on her neck.

  I lean into her neck not being able to resist the smell of her intriguing flesh and smile then lean back, my eyes hungrily looking her up and down and I slowly lick my bottom lip, “Because you’re… well, you’re nicely stacked.” A blush forms on her face and she shyly tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down and I want nothing more than to take her lobe into my mouth and swirl my tongue around that diamond stud glistening in her ear. A tightness forms in my gut as well as in my jeans.

  Her breath hitches, and she slowly looks up at me with the slightest grin. She places a hand upon my cheek and then kisses the other side ever so gently, “thanks,” she says and climbs into the truck.

  “For what?” I have to ask, clueless.

  “For making me feel again, it’s been a minute,” she sighs, and I shut the door of the extended cab truck and head over to the driver’s side and get in, turning on the ignition, I let out a deep breath as I look forward, yeah, that woman does something to me. We head down the road and I catch her up on the happenings with her daughter, my son, Zen and the rest of the club. Our conversations are easy, like we’ve always known each other without the 22 years since we’ve hung out together. Granted, I was married to Barbie and she with Reaper, but we became good friends that summer. Reaper wasn’t the only one sad to see her go. We stop by so I can show her the new shop, Picture This Moment by Elle and she is floored at the work we’ve done on the place. I open the truck door again to let her back in, and this time I can’t help myself and touch her ass to help boost her up. “Ahem, what was that Mr. Neroni?”

  “I thought you could use a little boost is all,” I tell her innocently and give her a wink.

  “Mhmm, I bet,” she calls me out.

  I flip on the radio to an 80s station as we head back to my place. We agreed she needs to stay hidden until the party, even though she will be in a spare bedroom. Just then, Bryan Adams comes on the radio singing Run To You and we both reach for the volume at the same time, our hands touching each other. We look at each other and both laugh, and I let her be in control of the volume. She cranks it up and we both start singing, both slightly off key, but we don’t care because we are in the moment. More 80s songs play and she seems to know every word, “I’m impressed. How do you know all these songs that were before your time? I grew up to that music what’s your excuse?” I ask.

  “Older sister and brother, one born in ‘69 and one in ‘70. I was an oops they thought they were done having babies,” she laughs.

  “Winchester and I would work on our cars jamming to this and all the hair bands, of course,” I tell her. “Are you close to your brother and sister?” I ask because I honestly don’t remember hearing anything about them before, but before she can answer she spots her daughter and sinks down into the floorboard. I laugh at her short little self crouched down there and yeah, I could have told her the coast was clear sooner but I was getting a kick out of it. When she realized that the coast had been clear for a while she slapped my leg and got back into her seat. We continued joking and chatting the rest of the trip until we got to my place.

  Benelli

  It’s the night before her birthday and after a fantastic evening of lovemaking I wait until she was completely asleep before sneaking out of bed. I head down to the kitchen and I am attempting to make her a birthday cake. It can’t be that hard, right? Wrong, so wrong. I googled a recipe instead of just buying a damn cake mix. I have flour, egg shells and everything else all over the place. I did manage to get the damn thing in the oven and lost track of time trying to clean my mess up; I smell something burning, open the oven, the smoke detector goes off making the loudest freaking noise and I’m waving a dish towel around it trying to get it to shut up. Elle sleepily walks into the kitchen and gives me the sweetest smile. “I’m so sorry baby, I tried making you a birthday cake,” I say.

  “I see that,” she chuckles and walks over to me and wraps her arms around me planting a big kiss on me, “Benelli, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Let me help you clean this up and show you just how pleased I am.”

  “Babe, it’s your birthday, I’ll clean this up, you go back to bed,” I tell her.

  “Do you want to know what I really want for my birthday,” she says seductively while pulling on my pajama pants I had put on when I got up.

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?” I say in a low growl, loving the way she’s taking control. She maneuvers me over to the couch, slides down my loose-fitting pants and pushes me against the couch where I fall to a sitting position. She gets down to her knees and firmly grabs my length, stroking. She looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. She gives me this grin that I’ve never seen before and starts licking the tip all around but not putting it in her mouth, all while her eyes are still on me. She wets her lips and they are glistening with her saliva as she takes me in just to the top of her hand still surrounding and pumping me. Her motions get faster as her hand glides up and down as quickly as her mouth, each time her releasing a finger and going deeper with that amazing tongue until she takes all of me and makes a gagging noise on my cock, that beautiful temptress is still looking at me in the eyes and it’s all I can take. She can tell I’m getting close and prepares herself for the load. I come and she is pumping her mouth and swallowing every drop until I have nothing left to give. “I thought it was your birthday, not mine,” I say out of breath, “damn you are good at that woman!”

  I gave her orders to go upstairs and I finish cleaning the kitchen before I join her. We get up late the next morning and I decide though I can cook breakfast that I would take her out. She walks downstairs and damn she’s wearing cowboy boots and blue jean shorts looking finer than I deserve, her camera bag over her shoulder. I hand her a cup of coffee and slap that pretty little ass and she jumps, “Girl,
you look like that we ain’t going to make it to the rodeo.”

  She fans her face like a southern belle, “why Benelli Neroni, I don’t know ever what you’re talking about.”

  I grab her around the waist and pull her toward me, planting a fierce kiss upon her lips and she melts into me. Damn, I want nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back upstairs, but I’ve got to get her out-of-town so everyone can get to work on her surprises. “There’s a restaurant in Sikeston that throws rolls at you. Do you want to wait the hour and a half and eat there or grab breakfast?”

  “Hells yeah, I’m all about some homemade rolls. Are we there yet?” she says, laughing. We let Luna out one last time and get on our way. Ninety minutes later we pull up to the restaurant and it’s huge with Lambert’s across the front. We get there shortly after they’ve opened and stuff our faces on top of all the extras they walk around and pass out like fried potatoes, black-eyed peas, fried okra and had a blast catching an eating the rolls they threw to us from across the room. It’s a sight to see, hot rolls flying through the air as we ate. When we couldn’t force another bite down, we headed for the rodeo. It’s a pretty big deal there, and Elle took photo after photo. After a good majority of the day we decided to head back. She said she was hot and sweaty and smelled like a cow and wanted to take a shower. I’m not stupid, I know she is thinking there is a party, but she has no idea. We get home and we hop in the tub and I act like we have all the time in the world and no plans anyway. She’s starting to get ancy. “Sooooo, do we have any plans for tonight?”

  “I hadn’t planned on it, I figured you were tired after all day in Missouri,” I say trying to be serious.

  “Oh, okay, I mean, we really aren’t going anywhere?” she asks a little disappointed.

  “I guess we can go for a ride if you want,” it’s all I can do to hold it back.

  She perks up, “Yeah, let’s go for a ride!” and she rushes around getting ready.

  “You’re fixing your hair and putting on makeup for a bike ride?” I question.

  “Welllll, I just thought I’d look pretty for you,” Elle says, trying to come up with a reason.

  “Babe, you look beautiful without makeup, but if it will make you happy, go ahead,” I tell her. I gently move her hair to the side so I don’t mess it up and start kissing and nibbling on her neck. I glance into the mirror and see her eyes close and she leans her head to the side for more. It’s not long she’s stripping her jeans back off, telling me she has to have me inside her and she wants a quickie. Who am I to deny her that? “Well, only because it’s your birthday,” I tease.

  I quickly whip her around and pick her up, setting her on the dresser. She sinks her fingers into my hair and pulls me in, kissing me feverishly. I unbutton and unzip my jeans and quickly sink into her. I love the feel of this woman! We fit like we were made for each other. I thrust in and out while my thumb maneuvers around sending her quickly over the edge. When I know that she has had her release I go over the edge too. I rest my forehead to hers and she looks at me and smiles. I return the look and she giggles, “guess I better get cleaned up again.” I go into the bathroom and get her a warm, wet cloth and wash her up.

  When I’m done she hops off the dresser and she makes fast work of getting ready again. It doesn’t take her long, and we are on the bike heading down the hill. When we get into town, it’s dusk and they have the sign covered at the shop. “Hey, I need to stop by here and check on this place, we are talking about buying it.”

  “Sure,” she says, confused by the building in the middle of town that she’s seen empty since she’s been in town. I pretend to unlock the door and I push it open and flip on the light switch.

  Elle

  When the light comes on everyone jumps out and yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. I am surprised because I was beginning to think we really were just out for a ride. I’m glad I did my makeup and hair, just in case. I was so distracted by seeing all my friends and MOM! I run and grab her, I’ve missed her so much. I hug her fiercely and she finally pulls me back and looks at me and then turns my face to look around the room. My mouth drops open, it’s a studio! Everyone spreads out so I can look around, my eyes fill with tears, and Benelli takes my hand and shows me around. “This room is the waiting area, back here is for editing with the best software there is, back here are different prop areas, over here is a dark room for when you use film,” he explains to me, “Brick did the majority of the building but the rest of us all pitched in,” he continued and I gave Brick a big hug.

  “This is too much, it’s just too much,” I say telling Benelli, it’s amazing and something that I’ve dreamed of but I can’t take something that expensive.

  “It’s too late babe, your names already on it and the sign is already hung,” he tells me and hands me the keys and kisses me.

  “The sign?” I ask confused, I didn’t see one on the way in.

  We all head outside and when everyone is out, there Ruger pulls down the cloth covering the sign and someone flips on the light, Picture This Moment by Elle shines brightly above our heads and I break down again. “Alright, stop that or you’re going to have us all doing it,” Zen says teary eyed herself, “The cake is back at the clubhouse, let’s go celebrate!”

  We all pile on our bikes, which the others had hidden in the back lot, and head to the clubhouse. When we arrive, I see triple the amount of people that were at the studio. It’s a massive celebration with a giant cake, a band was playing, there was food galore, so many people having a good time that came to celebrate with me. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. Benelli had me slow dancing out on the dance floor and was smiling from ear to ear, “Do you know how much I love you?” I tell him, “I can’t believe you’ve done all this for me! If there is anything you ever want, name it, it’s yours.”

  “I love you too, with all my heart, and I do want two things from you, and you said anything,” he tells me scheming. He nods to Phoenix up on stage.

  Phoenix stops the music and announces, “Xena, come on birthday girl, get your ass up here and sing for us.” My mouth drops open as I look to the stage and then back to the man holding me in his arms.

  “Hey you promised me anything,” Benelli tells me and leads me towards the stage.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t think I’d have to pay up right now,” I straight-faced tell him, but step up to the stage, anyway. I whisper to Phoenix, “I don’t even know what to sing.”

  “You pick the song, we have the karaoke set up so if the band doesn’t know it, I’ve still got you covered,” he tells me.

  I look out to the crowd and spot Benelli and it hits me; I turn to Phoenix and whisper what song I want and he turns to the band and they nod. I slowly step up to the mic and the music begins:

  Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself

  Makes me want to lose myself in your arms

  There’s something in your voice makes my heart beat fast

  Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life

  My eyes are focused on this man, my man. I pour my heart out in the lyrics and couples are holding each other in their arms, when I get to the chorus everyone joins in with me:

  It feels like home to me; it feels like home to me

  It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from

  It feels like home to me; it feels like home to me

  It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

  I’m finishing up the song and Benelli walks up on stage and gets down on one knee and opens a box with a beautiful, diamond ring that shines in the light of the stage is in it. “Elle, you’re my friend, my lover, my world. I can’t picture a day without you in it, and you, Elle Burrow. are my home, will you marry me?” he asks.

  Tears fill my eyes and I run over to him and grab him, “Yes, yes, a million times yes! I love you! Yes, I will marry you!” and I kiss him over and over, and we fall over on the stage in a pile kissing. He puts the ring on my
finger and it’s so beautiful. We come back from our own little world when we hear 100 people cheering at us. We are pulled down from the stage by people wanting to congratulate us, most of all my mom, Zen, Ruger, Remington and the rest of the family, my family I think. I finally get the big family that I’ve always dreamed of. Did I say this birthday couldn’t get better? Well, it did!

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Elle

  My studio has really taken off. I am so grateful for Benelli getting it for me and for the club doing all that work. I have shoots booked pretty much every day and even some weddings. We haven’t set a date yet but I can’t wait to start planning ours. They have some incredible ideas. I just did one with a fall theme, all the reds, oranges, and golds, it was so beautiful. I wonder what season we should pick? I wonder if bikers do big, ornate weddings? Can I get Benelli in a tux? My mind is all over the place, focus Elle, focus. I have tons of photos to edit before my next shoot comes in.

  Coffee, that’s what I need. Benelli kept me up late last night, or should I say I kept him “up”. I run next door to Common Grounds to get my large frozen white chocolate mocha fix and have them put an extra shot in for me, I need the boost. Yes! Caffeine bliss! I get back to the shop and realize I forgot to lock the door, crap!

  I open the door to the shop to realize there is someone in there, or at least there was. Some photos I had sitting on the counter are on the floor. Damn, why haven’t I had Benelli get me a gun and teach me to shoot? I slowly back out the way I came and dial him up. “Hey Xena, how’s my girl?”

  My words are shaky, “I, I think someone is in the shop, I don’t know. There are pictures on the floor. I went to get coffee and forgot to lock up. I went outside to call you.”