BoyScout (The Rebels MC)

by Avery Abbott

  We went around the table. All yay’s and then the vote came to me.

  “Why you doing this?” I was happy, but confused. This never happened before and wasn’t sure if I believed them or if I was stuck in some fucked-up dream.

  “What’s your vote.”

  “Fuck, I don’t know,” I mumbled, sitting back.

  Slider nudged my knee with his. “What are you doing?”

  “Scout,” Smokey cut in. “No changing your vote once this gavel goes down. Think hard, son.” He reminded me.

  I thought long and hard, pulled out a smoke and lit it up, glancing around the table. All their stares were sincere and almost apologetic. I wanted her badly, but had given up on the idea. Now, now I felt a sense of urgency to get to her. I sighed. “Yay.”

  Smokey slammed the gavel down.

  I stood.

  “Not so fast, John.” I stopped when I heard my name.

  “You still got to pay.”

  I closed my eyes and swallowed. “Nothing happens to Slider.”

  “Deal. We’ll be out in a minute.”

  I stalked out, slamming the door behind me and got in position. I tore off my cut, my tee and my chain and tossed them on the table.

  Slider was the first one who came out. He shook his head. “Sorry, bro.”

  “It’s all good. I take this and then I get her. I’m cool with it.”

  “All right.” The rest piled out as Slider slid off his ring, tucking it into his pocket.

  “Where do you want it?”

  “Gut,” I answered firmly.

  He slammed his fist into me, but I knew from previous scuffles he didn’t put all his weight behind it. Kick did the same. Hound and Hawk slammed my jaw so hard for a second I thought they broke it. Smokey stepped up, saw the blood dripping down my face, and sighed. I could tell he hated doing this, but law was law. He reeled back and his fist pummeled into my gut so hard I felt like I was going to puke as I curled over, wheezing.

  I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to catch my breath, and looked up. “We done?”

  “Yeah,” Smokey’s hand came down on my arm. “You okay?”

  I inhaled and exhaled several times. “Never better, Smoke.”

  He nodded. “Good.”

  I needed confirmation before I went to her. I knew it was a done deal, but for some reason I needed him to voice it out loud in front of all of them one more time. “To confirm, I have the green light to date your daughter?”

  He looked up to sky, but then his eyes fell on me and he nodded. “You have my permission.”

  I tore out of there.

  “What about the alternator?” Slider yelled, and I could hear them all laughing as I ran and jumped on my bike.

  Chapter 42

  SHAW

  A tear trickled down my cheek and blended with the clean, hot water. I tipped my head back, running my fingers through my long, brown hair, removing the knots from wearing it up all day.

  I dragged the sponge across my stomach, a heavy scent of almond from the body oil filled the air. Tilting my head again, I let the hot water soothe my muscles, the steam now thick and filling the shower.

  I had come to hate everything about San Diego. The stripping, the MC, the stupid rules that kept Scout away from me, how alone I felt. The only thing I did like was my friendship with Fiona, my father trying to make life amends in the form of a kitten, and my new job, but that didn’t pay well enough to stay put. Teaching three yoga classes a week meant I needed to supplement my income with another job, and I refused to go back to taking my clothes off. Not because I thought badly of how women earned their way, but because the seedy people who thought of me as a whore who they could touch without permission.

  I started humming to The Eagles, “Desperado” when I heard a door slam. “Fi, is that you?” I leaned my head out from behind the glass. I had the door slightly ajar. “Fi?” I yelled again. “I’m in the shower. Be right out.”

  I squirted some shampoo in my hand trying to hurry when the door pushed all the way open.

  And then Scout walked in.

  I slightly opened the glass door, trying to cover my body with my hands and peeked my head out. “How did you get in here?”

  He held up a key, dangling it.

  He kicked off his boots. I watched in surprised awe as his hands went to his jeans, unzipped them, and slipped them off while his gaze stayed on my eyes.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showering.”

  “The hell you are.” I pulled the door closed, but he yanked it open and stepped in joining me, naked. Wowza!

  He pulled me to him and buried his head on my shoulder. “I’m so fucking sorry, Shaw. I know you hate me.”

  Rule #16: Don’t hold grudges. Life is too short.

  What could I say? It was Scout and I loved him. “I don’t hate you.”

  He lifted his head and pressed his forehead to mine as the hot water started to turn warm. “I love you. I loved you, Sunshine, since the day I took you to La Jolla and you turned and smiled so bright, I swear if I hadn’t been holding you, I would’ve fallen on my ass.”

  He grazed my face with his beard. I shut my eyes and sighed. “What about the club? I can’t ask you to quit.”

  He pulled back. “I didn’t. We took a vote. They’re letting us be together if we want it. I want it. Say you do, too.”

  I reared back, my hand gripping his chin, moving it side to side. “Oh, my God, what happened to your face?”

  “Beat down. It looks worse than it feels.”

  “What do you mean, beat down?”

  “They all get a hit in. Slider and Kick went light on their hits since they knew who you were. Hound and Hawk and Smoke took their shots.”

  “Why?”

  “For you. For us.”

  I wanted to cry. “That’s even stupider than the rule.”

  “Maybe.” He cupped my face firmly in his hands. “I need to be inside you, Sunshine. Like now.” He kissed me and I melted into him. His hands fell, scooping up my ass as he lifted me to him. My legs tied tightly around his waist. He dragged his mouth along my jaw, back and forth and then he found my lips again.

  He groaned.

  “I don’t want to hurt you. Your face.” I mumbled as his tongue ran from my jaw down to my neck.

  “I’m fine now that I have you.” His mouth dropped, his lips sliding across my nipple.

  I moaned, leaning my head against the tile. The water was turning cold. I shivered. He pressed me harder against the wall. One hand lifted from my ass to turn the water off.

  He held my bottom and carried me to my bed. He placed me down and came down on top of me. When a soft meow came from my spare bathroom, his head tilted to the side, his brows furrowed. “What was that?”

  “Stevie.”

  His brows shot up. “Stevie?”

  “My kitten. I named her after Stevie Nicks. Smokey got her for me. I mentioned to him I was lonely and voila, kitty. I think he’s trying to buy my love. Do you like cats?”

  He smiled down at me. “Fuck, no. I hate them.”

  “Why?”

  “Bad experience when I was little. Now, where were we?” His mouth traveled from breast to breast, giving both equal attention as his hands explored several inches south of my chest.

  I arched, feeling his finger enter me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  “It’s been a long time,” I mumbled and as I did, his mouth caught mine. His tongue was demanding against my lips and I opened them in response. And sweet Jesus he was a good kisser. I knew he had many women in the past, I wasn’t that naïve, but I had to let all that go instead of tormenting myself.

  “Johnny,” I moaned, my hand around his neck, pulling him close.

  “Fuck, I love the way my name sounds coming off those lips.” He groaned, his hips pressing against mine. His hard cock played with my clit as his fingers found my hips, gripping them tightly like he was
trying to hold or trying to check himself.

  “I want to fuck you bare, but if you say no, I’ll get a condom.” He ground into me, the tip of his cock barely entering me, nudging my lips apart. “Say yes, Shaw, please, I need to feel you.”

  I bit my lip, wanting to feel all of him too, but was too afraid of turning into my mother.

  His eyes searched mine, his cock teasing my clit. “I’ll get the condom.” He rolled off and went into the bathroom and I stared at his very firm behind, giggling. I heard his jeans hit the floor and a second later he was rolling it on as he stalked toward me.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about. I still get to love you like I want to.” He came over me, his eyes full of desire as he buried his hands in my hair. He peppered my nose, then my cheek, then my mouth with sweet, tender kisses as he slid inside me. I stiffened at the intrusion as he slowly entered me. “I’ll go slow,” his mouth whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver.

  I slid my arms around his neck. I stared at him, lips parted as he ground into me, his face buried in my neck, rocking my world. “I’m not gonna last, Shaw.” He pulled out and flipped over, taking me with him. “I want to see you.”

  “You do?” I asked, sheepishly.

  He lips quirked with a grin. “Fuck, yeah.”

  My chest rose and fell, nervous as his eyes danced over my body. He roped his hands in my hair, pulling me to him. “It would help if you got on board and moved.”

  Slowly, I lowered myself, his hand coming down on the small of my back.

  “That’s it, Shaw. Now move.”

  His hand tugged my hair as he curled up to meet me, capturing my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled as he devoured me. I rocked into him, his hand gripping my ass as we both moved in sync. I fell, my hands landing on either side of his face, as I continued to rock, meeting his thrusts. His moaning matched mine as I felt my climax coming hard and fast. Every part of me was electrified: my lips, my breast, my stomach, my toes as I raised my hips, pulling out and sliding back on, slowly, grinding into him.

  “Fuck, Sunshine, you look so hot.”

  “I want you.” My eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm built. “This feels so good.”

  “I can tell, you’re fucking soaked.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes, throwing my head back in ecstasy. My heart was a fluttering mess as it raced trying to keep up with my orgasm about to break free. “Oh God, oh God, oh my God,” I screamed as a shudder ravaged through my body. I felt his knuckles brushing my cheek as I came down from my blissful high. “Don’t move.”

  “I won’t, Babe, ride it out.” For a second I froze as the high wore off, smiling lazily down at him.

  He flipped me over. “My turn.” He reached down and pulled my legs apart and sank in to me. “Jesus Christ, you feel like heaven, Shaw.”

  “I’m no Virgin Mary,” I teased.

  He kissed my nose. “Thank fuck.”

  I curled my hand around his neck and yanked him down, wanting to kiss him. He dipped his head and captured my lips as he rammed inside me. “Shaw, wrap those legs around me.”

  He slid his hands under me and hoisted me toward him. We kissed, hard, soft, sloppy, rough and passionately, which was my favorite. I couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. His one hand lifted my ass as he drove deeper. “Hold on, Sunshine.” I gripped my legs tighter and tossed my arms over around his neck. I cried out as my hands clutched him, nails digging into his neck and shoulders as he pummeled inside me.

  “Fuck! Shaw, Fuck!” His mouth latched on to my shoulder, biting down, but it didn’t hurt, it felt more like he was suckling, like he was giving me an old-fashioned hickey as he moved inside me. His body stilled, shook and then stilled again as he panted in my ear.

  His mouth came down on mine, gliding side to side, whispering, “God, I love you.”

  My heart felt like it was ready to explode. “I love you, too, Johnny.”

  After a few minutes, he rolled over and strolled leisurely into my bathroom, disposed of the condom and came back with a wet warm cloth. He got on all fours and crawled toward me as I watched from the pillow. He opened my legs and wiped me clean, tossed the towel to the side and came above me. “You tired?”

  “No. You?”

  “Beat.”

  “You go to sleep. I’ll get Stevie.”

  I started to move but he hauled me back. “The only pussy I’m sleeping with is yours.”

  “Just for a little bit. You won’t even know she’s here.” I padded down the hall and scooped her from the spare bathroom. The shelter said to leave her in a small space for the first few days to get her acquainted with her new surroundings.

  Johnny looked like he was fast asleep in the short time it took me to get her. She was an adorable Himalayan. She was a creamy vanilla shade, her paws, nose and ears were tan, and she had the biggest blue eyes, which reminded me of Scout. When Smokey dropped her off with Fiona he also left all the paperwork with her. She was costly, even for being a shelter kitty, but he told her she was worth it and I couldn’t agree more.

  She was curled on my chest when I brought her back to the bed. I petted her soft fluffy fur over and over until I thought she settled. She got up, unhappy with me and padded over and hopped onto Scout’s naked chest and purred. “Traitor,” I mumbled.

  I smiled happily and had a thought. I got up and searched for my phone and snapped a quick picture of Scout and Stevie sound asleep. “Why is there a hairball on me?”

  I rolled over and faced him. “She likes you.”

  “Sunshine, take her off me.”

  “Do you really hate cats that much?”

  “No, I want to fuck you again.”

  “We just finished, and look, she wants to play.”

  He picked up Stevie, rolled over and placed her down. “Well, tough shit, I want to play with this pussy.” He spread my legs, kissing my thighs and just as his tongue worked its way over to my clit. Stevie clung to the comforter and somehow found her way back up and crawled on my tummy, meowing.

  He looked up and grinned. “She wants a show. I’ll give her a show.”

  And he did.

  He was leaning against the counter the next morning with a cup of coffee and his jeans hanging low on his hips. “This is a kick ass view, Sunshine.”

  I looked out to the beach. “Too bad I can’t stay.”

  “Which do you prefer, beach or city?”

  “What do you mean?” I poured my own cup, added some coconut oil, (great for your skin) cream and a packet of sugar.

  “My place is close to the clubhouse and work, so I was thinking we could just move your shit to my place.”

  “You want me to move in with you?”

  He came over and boxed me in against the sink. He nipped at my nose and then pulled my bottom lip in his teeth. “Fuck yeah. I’m not losing you again.”

  My nose scrunched.

  “What?”

  “I love the beach. I’m not really a city girl.” He looked defeated and my heart squeezed. “I mean, I guess I could be.”

  “You want to stay here?”

  I shrugged. “I mean, look at that view.” I ran over and opened the windows. “Listen to the ocean, it’s like nature’s medicine.”

  “Nature’s medicine?”

  I smiled big and nodded.

  “All right, you just cuted your way into staying here. I’ll sell my place and get the guys to move my shit in here.”

  “You own your place?”

  He nodded.

  “I feel bad. We can go there.”

  “Nah,” Stevie was circling around his leg, rubbing her hair against him. “I think she likes it here, too.” He picked her up and held her in the air. “She is kind of cute and sweet. Like you.”

  I bit down on my lip excitedly. “Really?”

  He put her down and pulled me to him. “Turns out maybe I do like all kinds of pussy.”

  I smacked him.

  “Be ni
ce.”

  “I am nice.” He lifted me onto the counter and stepped in between my legs. “Now kiss me before I have to go to work.”

  So, I did. I kissed him. I brushed my lips softly against his and then he took over, tugging me off the counter and carrying me to the couch. “Fuck, Shaw.” His voice was husky, hoarse with want.

  “I thought you had work?” He got on his knees.

  “Tight with the boss, I can be a little late.” His fingers found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. The soft waves sounded inside with the opened windows.

  I kissed him and he kissed me back like it was our first time, soft and passionate. Next thing I knew my panties were down at my ankles, his fingers pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He grabbed my knees and hauled me down until my ass was over the edge. He spread my legs. His tongue flicked against me, toying with me as he sucked and peppered me with kisses. I arched to give him better access and felt a grin against my pussy. And then I cried out my orgasm not a second later.

  He kissed my thighs again, his mouth traveling up my stomach, gliding over both of my breasts and then landing on my mouth. “I’m taking you out on a real date tonight.”

  I grinned. “You are?”

  “Yeah, I’m leaving a couple hundred bucks. Go buy something that shows me how much you love me.”

  “That’s easy. I just have to head to a lingerie store.”

  “You’re right. I’ll grab take-out.” He pushed off and went to shower. He came back looking like his big, bad biker self in his jeans, black T-shirt, boots and his leather cut.

  I was holding Stevie when he came back out. I tipped my head back on the couch. “Kiss me goodbye.”

  “I’ll never kiss you good-bye. But, I will kiss you a see ya later.” He pressed his lips hard to mine, no tongue, just pressed and kissed me firmly and then pulled away. He reached down to pet Stevie. “Fucking kitten,” he mumbled under his breath.

  “You love her, admit it,” I hollered after him.

  He looked at me and smiled softly. “Yes, I do.” He winked. “Something sexy.”