Chapter 7
7
Robyn
I t’s been three weeks of strange silence since Calvin got out of prison, with the occasional account of a sighting. People have seen him around Redwood, but never for long enough to even talk to him. He’s in and out of places. Never talks to anybody. Like a ghost. Sometimes, I think he’s just a mirage. A bad dream that’s only meant to haunt me.
But then I remember the hurtful words, the insults, the threats. The fists busting through walls, the punches, the kicks, his fingers shoved into my hair and pulling until my scalp almost came off, the pain, the fear, the constant misery and belittlement. It was real.
I jump out of my thoughts as Kyra comes downstairs in her white jeans dress. It’s so frickin’ cute, I’m about to melt. “My, my, you look so pretty.”
“I like it too,” she giggles. “I like the daisies a lot.”
“I’ve got your coat here,” I say, pointing at her yellow raincoat resting on a hanger in the closet next to my jacket and purse. “Do you want to take your bike to the park, or do we just walk around and hang out with the duckies?”
“The duckies,” Kyra declares. “Def… Defi… Ugh, de-fi-nite-ly the duckies!”
“Oh, that is a big-girl word you just said! You’re making Momma proud.”
“I like making you proud,” she says and runs into my arms.
I melt all over again, my heart exploding with light and love as I hold my daughter close and thank God for every single moment I’ve had with her since the day she was born. For a while, I worried she’d have a hard time growing up without a father, but I managed to fill both pairs of shoes for her—and the Rogue Riders’ leaders have been by our side the whole way through.
Even if Kyra only saw them once a month until a few weeks ago, she’s grown deeply fond of her MC uncles. I do have a mind to take her to the clubhouse someday soon. Maybe it’s time.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Do you hear that?”
I hear it. Motorcycles roaring outside. Again, I can’t help but notice that Kyra isn’t anxious about it anymore. I give her a reassuring smile and open the front door just in time to see Knox, Jagger, and Diesel pulling up in the driveway astride their steel stallions. They’re clad in leather and jeans and look downright dashing.
“I need you to stay right here while I go see what they want.”
“Uncle Knox!” Kyra calls out and waves at them with a bright, enthusiastic smile.
“Hey, fellas,” I smile as I saunter across the freshly cut lawn. “What’s up? Everything okay?”
Knox waves at Kyra, then takes his helmet off and gives me a playful wink. “What’s up? What’s up is we’re looking at a very beautiful September day here, Robyn. And we figured our two favorite ladies in the whole wide world could do with a ride.”
“Wait, what?” I manage, just as I notice an addition to Knox’s bike. A sidecar attachment sits to the right of his seat.
Diesel grins as he takes out two helmets from his top case. One is black and sleek looking, brand spanking new and just my size. The other is a sparkling pink with white stripes on the sides—a child’s helmet. My stomach tightens, and my heart starts beating faster as I realize what this is about.
“It’s a Sunday. What were you going to do today? Stay indoors with this gorgeous sun out?” Jagger quips, comfortably sitting on his motorcycle.
I shake my head slowly. “No, we were going to go to the park, the one just down the road.”
“Why not take a ride over there?” Knox asks.
“I… Oh, I don’t know,” I manage, but Kyra’s rushed footsteps have my momma-bear instincts kicking in. “Kyra’s too young for this, and I haven’t ridden in a long, long time… almost six years.”
“Hey!” my daughter says.
“Well, so much for hanging back while Mommy handles this,” I chuckle lightly.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Kyra gives me a sheepish smile, but her attention is immediately drawn to the pink helmet. “What’s that?”
“Yeah, Mommy, what is that?” Knox asks me.
“You know we’ll be super cautious,” Jagger adds. “It’s just a couple of blocks down a residential street. She’ll be safe in the sidecar.”
“I know. Give me a second,” I say, then kneel so I can look Kyra in her beautiful blue eyes. “Tater tot, here’s the deal: We’re going to take a short ride down to the park. But I need you to listen to whatever Knox says, okay?”
“Okay!” she exclaims, her excitement catching.
Knox laughs lightly, and I’m struck by the tenderness with which he puts the helmet on Kyra’s head, patiently explaining that she needs to sit where he tells her to sit and to hold on tight. I rush back to the house to lock the front door. By the time I’m back, she’s ready to ride.
“Right here,” he says, hoisting her off the ground and helping her into the sidecar. “This is safe. But you need to sit still the whole time. Got it?”
“Got it!” She giggles as she grasps the sides as tight as she can.
I can’t get over how sweet she looks with her special helmet, her eyes glowing with excitement while I put my own helmet on and get on Jagger’s bike, sitting behind him.
“It’s been a while,” I tell him, keeping an eye on Kyra. She looks comfortable and excited as Knox checks that everything is in place.
“I was going to say it’s like riding a bike,” Jagger replies, giving me a cool smile over his shoulder, making me chuckle. “How does it feel?”
“It feels really, really nice,” I purr softly.
His body is warm, my thighs resting against his hips. The heat travels through us, spreading across my core as the engine rumbles to life.
“ You definitely feel nice,” he says.
“You good, Kyra?” Knox asks my daughter.
“Yes!”
“We’re set, then,” Diesel says and takes off first, his Harley rumbling ferociously as he leads the way.
It’s a beautiful day, made even more beautiful by this unexpected surprise. Just as they promised, we go for a slow ride. I like it because it gives me the time I need to remember what it’s like, out in the open, the wind in my face and rushing through my hair. Kyra loves every second, holding on and giggling incessantly while Knox carefully steers the bike forward.
We ride past our neighbors’ houses with their picket fences and manicured gardens. Some of them recognize me and wave at us. I give them nods of acknowledgment, then glance forward over Jagger’s shoulder. The park rises ahead with its gold leaf trees and greenish-red shrubs. Autumn has come to Redwood, and it looks prettier with each passing day.
“That was amazing!” Kyra exclaims once we’re off the bikes and our helmets are back in Jagger’s top case. “Let’s do it again!”
“We’ll ride back after the park,” Knox tells her, and she takes his hand. “Your mom says you love the duckies. Should we go feed them?”
Diesel takes out a bag of seeds from a case mounted on the side of his motorcycle. “I brought these for you specifically. They say it’s better to feed them seeds and nuts instead of bread.”
“Our teacher said bread makes the duckies’ tummies hurt,” Kyra says, pouting slightly.
“Then I brought the right stuff, huh?” Diesel replies.
“You’re smart.”
Once we reach the duck pond, it’s as if we’re in another world. It’s quiet and peaceful, the sunlight dancing across the water while the ducks gather at the edge. Kyra is with Diesel, each scoops up a handful of seeds that they toss across the grass.
I can’t get enough of my daughter’s cheers and chuckles as she watches the ducklings and their mothers rush to gobble up as much as they can while I sit on a bench next to Knox and Jagger.
“She looks happy,” Jagger remarks.
“She loves it out here,” I say. “It’s one of her favorite places. I love coming here with her.”
Knox looks at me. “Yeah, I can see by your smile.”
“Of course, I’m enjoying today’s company as well,” I reply with a smile.
He plants a quick kiss on my lips. “So am I.”
“Have you seen him?” I ask, the elephant in the room still hovering somewhere behind me.
The guys exchange glances and take a moment to answer.
“We haven’t. Some of the Riders have spotted him here and there, but never for long enough to figure out what he’s up to or if there’s any immediate danger. He seems to be keeping his nose clean, at least for now,” Knox says.
“I don’t want to give you a false sense of security, but it might be a good thing that he hasn’t approached you yet,” Jagger says.
I take a deep breath, Knox’s arm stretched around my shoulders. Instinctively, I lean into him, welcoming the body heat and the sense of safety his embrace gives me.
“I guess,” I mutter. “But it’s unlike him. Calvin promised he’d be back for us. He promised he’d make my life a living hell.”
“He can try,” Knox replies. “But he will fail.”
“We’re here, Robyn. He’s not. That’s all that matters,” Jagger says. He laughs as he watches Diesel playing with Kyra and the ducklings. “I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d ever see this soft side of his.”
“Who, Diesel?” I ask.
He nods once. “I mean, look at him. Kyra has turned him into mush.”
“She does that to everybody,” Knox chuckles. “She’s got the three of us wrapped around that cute little pinky of hers. Not that I mind. I don’t.”
“I think you actually enjoy it,” I say, lovingly looking up at him.
The look he gives me makes my spine tingle. “I enjoy her mother’s attention even more.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.”
“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Robyn, a very long time.”
I exhale sharply, my head resting on his shoulder while the scent of leather, cologne, and gasoline fills my lungs to the brim. “Me too. I’m just sorry it took us so long to get here.”
“You know what they say, baby,” Jagger chimes in. “Better late than never.”
We spend a few hours in the park laughing, playing with Kyra, and snacking from the various food carts around the edges of the park. When Kyra starts to look like she’s about to nod off, I nudge Knox.
“I need to get the princess home before she passes out.”
Knox scoops her up in a fit of giggles and plops her back into the side car, fastening her helmet on her head. Once back at the house, Kyra sighs sadly as she hands over her pink helmet.
“What are you doing?” he asks her.
“Giving it back.”
“Why? It’s yours.”
She stares at him with big, wide eyes. “It’s mine?”
“Of course. You can wear it every time we go for a ride, that’s if you want to go for a ride again,” he teases.
Instantly, Kyra turns to look at me. “Can we ride again, Mommy?”
“You really loved it, huh?” I chuckle lightly. “Yes, honey, we can ride again another time. So you’re going to have to hold on to that helmet and take really good care of it.”
“Oh, I promise!” she squeals and hugs it close to her chest.
Ellie comes out of her house and smiles upon seeing us. “Hey, Kyra!”
“Ellie!” Kyra waves, then comes over to me. “Am I staying with Ellie tonight?”
“How’d you guess?” I ask, half-smiling.
“She’s wearing her sleepover jammies.”
My daughter is observant to the point where she noticed a pattern I certainly overlooked. But glancing at Ellie, I see it too. Every time Ellie is having Kyra over, she puts on one of her oversized, super-colorful onesies. Tonight, she’s sporting one in avocado green.
“You’re absolutely right,” I say, taking the keys out of my jacket pocket. “Stay here with the fellas for a minute, honey? I need to talk to Ellie first.”
“Okay.”
“She’s in good hands,” Diesel says.
“Oh, I know,” I quip and head across the street.
Ellie greets me with a warm hug. “Hey, girl.”
“Hey,” I laugh. “Thank you so much for doing this. We’ve got a movie and dinner night planned.”
“It’s cool,” she says. Ellie is the only one I can trust with my secret. No one else outside the MC would understand this thing between Knox, Jagger, Diesel, and me. “Besides, I could use the extra cash,” Ellie adds.
“Why, what happened?”
She lowers her gaze for a moment. Behind me, I hear Kyra laughing hysterically. Glancing back, I see Diesel lifting her up and pretending to fly her around. There’s nothing hotter than three gorgeous men going above and beyond to make my daughter happy, but Ellie’s tone worries me.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?”
“I got laid off from my job. Restructuring, they said. I didn’t make the cut.” She sighs deeply as her shoulders drop in defeat. “I don’t really know what I’m going to do in this economy, so if you need me to take care of Kyra more often, I’m here.”
“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry to hear that. Can I help you with anything?”
“Ask around, maybe? I’ll work any job: waitress, bartender, cleaning, office manager or admin, junior stuff too, anything so I can pay my bills.”
“Of course. I’ll ask.” I pause and look up at her house. “It’s a good thing you’re not renting, huh? That would’ve made this so much worse.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve never been happier with my decision to move here after Auntie passed away. Talk about dumb luck,” Ellie says. “Had this happened back in the city, I would’ve been screwed. They didn’t even give me notice, Robyn. They were like, hey, sorry, this is your last day, bye.”
I shake my head slowly. “That can’t be legal.”
“Unfortunately, it is. California is an at-will employment state. I just need to land on my feet,” she says, then looks at the guys. “They seem like they’re really enjoying Kyra’s company, eh?”
“Oh, they love her to bits,” I say. “They’re so good to her, just like you, Ellie. I swear, with everything that’s going on in my life right now, it’s you and them, Ellie. I’m just so grateful for you”
She gives me another hug for good measure. “Thank you, Robyn. It means a lot.”
“I’m here for you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And in about five minutes, I’m going to be here for you with my daughter in tow.”
“Bring her over,” she laughs.
Once Kyra is safely delivered to Ellie’s house along with her overnight bag and some snacks, the guys and I retreat to my place for a movie and a hell of a lot of popcorn. I can’t get Ellie’s situation out of my mind, though. She’s the closest friend I’ve ever had, and I feel bad for her.
“What’s up?” Knox asks, picking up on my state as we lounge on the sofa.
“It’s Ellie,” I respond. “She’s out of a job. No notice, nothing.”
“That sucks,” Diesel says.
“Yeah, it does. If you guys know of anybody looking, she’s willing to do anything.”
Jagger nods slowly, taking a sip from his cream soda. “I think one of our bartenders is moving out of state before Christmas. I’m not sure.”
“That would be amazing,” I tell him. “Ellie is good people; I’ll vouch for her anytime.”
“Why?” Knox replies, giving me a curious look.
“Why, what?”
“Why would you vouch for her anytime? There’s no wrong answer, Robyn. I’m just genuinely curious.”
I need a moment to think about it. It’s a good question. “Our friendship is young, I’ll agree. I’ve only known Ellie for the year since she moved to Redwood. I know enough about her to know she’s a hard worker, that she sticks to her guns and tries to be the best at anything she does. I also know she’s always been there for Kyra and me. Granted, I pay her for the babysitting services, but there were a few times when Ellie refused to take my money.” I smile, thinking of her kindness.
“The salon wasn’t doing too great a few months ago. Not sure you guys remember. But money was tight. I had Kyra’s treatment, and the medical bills were astronomical. It wasn’t easy,” I add.
“That was when your car broke down, as well,” Jagger remembers.
“Yeah. You guys helped a lot, and I will never be able to repay you for the support.”
“There’s no need for that,” Diesel cuts in.
“Even so. Ellie helped. She’s been there for me, listening, never judging, never questioning my choices. Hell, she hates giving any kind of unsolicited advice. And I trust her with my daughter. That’s huge.”
“We’ll help you figure something out,” Knox says.
“Thank you so much.”
“We should talk to the rest of the club too,” Jagger suggests. “We’ve got several businesses going. Surely, we could find a spot for her. Does Ellie drive?”
I nod once. “She’s actually a really good driver. She had a cab back in the city for a while.”
“That’s good to know,” he says.
“You guys really are too sweet,” I say.
“Hey now, we have a reputation to uphold,” Diesel jokes.
“Oh, your secret is safe with me,” I tell him with a breathy laugh. It’s quiet for about a minute, as Knox, Jagger, and Diesel forget about the movie altogether and turn their eyes to me. My gaze bounces from one to the other. They’re so different, taken individually, yet so alike when put together.
“You make us really happy, you know that?” Jagger finally breaks the silence.
I nod. “You make me happy too.”
“Then why do you look sad?” Knox asks.
“We’re good together,” I sigh deeply. “I just don’t know where it’ll end.”
“Who says it has to end?” Jagger asks.
The doubt swirling shamelessly in my heart does cast a deep, dark shadow over this… relationship. I might as well call it that because it is. It checks most of the boxes for one, even if it’s not the traditional kind. But I keep that thought to myself. I’m not sure how deep it runs and how long it will last. Jagger has an opinion on the matter. Am I ready to hear it, though?
“I think we need more wine,” I announce and get up.
“There’s at least one bottle left on the counter,” Jagger says.
I sense his gaze following me as I leave the room and rush into the kitchen. I can hear their voices as I reach for the bottle and hastily open it, my heart racing. The conversation was about to delve into an area I’m prepared to delve into. The chemistry between us is insanely powerful. It’s sizzling hot. Hell, my panties are soaking wet. I’m always tightly wound when I’m with them.
But it’s too soon to take it seriously. And how would a relationship between four people even work?
“I think we just have a lot on our plates to put labels on these things… whoa.” I stop in the middle of the living room, bottle of wine in one hand, and stare at three, gorgeous naked men. “What’s going on here?”
“What do you think?” Knox asks with a half-smile.
My skin tingles all over. I feel hot and bothered. “I guess movie night’s over?” I chuckle softly.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Diesel says. He gets up from the sofa and points at the shirts and jeans and leather vests piled on top of the armchair by the window. “It all needs to go there.”
“Oh, wow. Okay. Like, now?”
“Robyn, if I don’t see you naked in the next minute, there’s going to be serious trouble.”
“Oh, my. What kind of trouble?”
I’m playing with fire, and they know it. Judging by the devilish grins slitting their faces, I’m pretty sure they’re enjoying this.
Knox walks to me, and I have a hard time looking away from his ginormous cock—stiff and thick and pulsating with desire, while ropes of muscle wrap around his massive torso. His broad shoulders make my fingers itch. I need to touch him.
I reach out, but he stops and takes a step back. “No, ma’am.”
“What do you mean?”
“No touching until you’re naked.”
I like this game. They have a way of bringing out my naughty side so fast that I completely forget myself when I’m with them. “It seems as though I have no choice but to comply,” I quip as I take my sweater off.
“Go slow,” Jagger says. “There’s no rush.”
His voice sends shockwaves through my whole body, my fingers trembling as I slowly take off the rest of my clothes. Under their gaze, I peel the layers away, letting go of the real world in the process
“Get on your knees,” Knox commands me.
“Already?” I reply.
He playfully smacks my bare ass, and I whimper, liquid heat trickling down my inner thighs. “I gave you an order.”
“Yes, sir,” I say. He pulls me into a vicious, ravenous kiss, his tongue wrestling mine as I groan against his hard body. “Mmm… You taste delicious.”
“Then have some more of me,” he says. “On your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” I say it again and do as I’m told.
This self-abandonment is precisely what I need, and they know it. Knox, Jagger, and Diesel move close, presenting themselves to me. I take my sweet time admiring each man in minute detail. Observing every muscle twitch. Memorizing every inch of tattooed skin. Every battle scar. Remembering, over and over, what it is about them that makes my engines roar all the time.
With a firm grip, I take Knox and Diesel in my hands, while Jagger slides down my throat.
“Your lips were made for this, baby,” Jagger whispers, closing his eyes for a moment.
I take all of him in, loosening my jaw. I love his taste, I love the tender saltiness of pre-cum on the tip of my tongue as I pull back, then take him in again. He holds my head and goes deep as tears trickle down my heated cheeks.
“You’re a very good girl,” Knox grunts as I stroke him, tighter, harder. I do the same to Diesel, reveling in the feel of veins pulsating along their thick, rock-hard shafts. I fondle their balls for good measure too, their moans pouring into my ears like the sweetest music. “My turn.”
Knox is harder to deep-throat. He’s thicker, sturdier, so I suckle on the head for a while before I let him go all the way in. He caresses my face while I take good care of Jagger and Diesel with my hands.
When it’s Diesel turn, my lips feel slick and tender. My pussy is crying for attention.
“I want to tie you up,” Knox says as he helps me to my feet. The three of them come close, their hot bodies glued to mine as their hands travel everywhere. “Let me tie you up, Robyn. You know you’re safe with us.”
“Oh, Knox.” I moan harshly as their fingers explore me, touching, caressing, scratching, pinching, kneading. My breasts feel tender, my nipples burning as he clips them tightly between his thumb and index fingers while Jagger trails wet kisses down the side of my neck. “Yes, but don’t leave me hanging for too long please.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“I need you. All of you,” I manage as Diesel’s hand slips around the front and slides down between my legs. “Inside me.”
He stills, his hard cock wedged between my buttocks. “Say that again.”
“I need you. I need the three of you inside me.” I say the words while peering deep into Knox’s blue eyes. I see the darkness coming over them as he produces a length of rope from his jacket pocket on the chair. “Please.”
They’ve only taken turns until now, claiming me one at a time while the others watched. But I need more. I want more. And judging by the looks on their faces, I think I’ve just uttered the magic words. It sends a fire raging through my core as Diesel’s fingers flick my swollen clit, teasing, priming me for everything I’m about to receive.
“You asked us so nicely,” Knox says as he ties my hands behind my back. “We have no choice but to oblige.”
“Not too tight?” Diesel asks, running his fingers over the rope around my wrists.
“It’s perfect,” I say.
“Good. Now, don’t move,” he replies.
He gets down on his knees and dives face first into my slick pussy, his lips and tongue going to town as I cry out in sheer delight. With my hands bound, I’m helpless.
Jagger and Knox get in front of me, claiming my mouth with their lips first, then their cocks as I’m bent forward. I suck them hard, hungry for more. Diesel’s tongue brings me closer to the edge. I’ve got Jagger so deep down my throat I can barely breathe when Diesel presses his tongue to my clit while suckling it hard at the same time.
“Ahh!” I manage with a mouthful as I come hard.
White stars burst in my eyes as I quiver and suck the tip of Knox’s cock until he pulls back with a gasp.
“Not yet, baby, I’m not done with you,” he hisses, gripping the swollen head to stop himself from coming. Good grief, this is too fucking hot.
And the fact that I can’t touch them irritates and exhilarates me at the same time.
They have full control over me.
Coming down from my haze, I shudder as they guide me to the sofa.
“As per your request,” Jagger grins and sits on the top, while Knox gets comfortable just below him. Diesel helps me climb on top of Knox, while Jagger offers me his cock—so big and thick and swollen, he’s going to burst soon enough.
My heart skips beat after beat as I brace myself for what’s coming.
I’m wet and hot enough to take it.
Slowly, I slide down and let my pussy swallow Knox’s whole cock, moaning softly.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Diesel says, joining him inside me from behind.
At the same time, Jagger fills my mouth.
I’m so stretched, so fucking full.
So fucking ready for this.