Seven
Halo
I look at Demon walk into the kitchen; he looks at me, and then he turns to talk to Mom.
“Momma Bear, we need you to get the supplies for Saturday’s BBQ,” Demon says, grabbing the apple from the counter.
He takes a bite of the apple and doesn’t look at me.
“I can do that, but I need help,” Mama Bear says, drying her hands on the kitchen towel.
“I’ll have Killer and Romeo help you,” Demon hums, taking another bite.
“Sounds good. I need help cooking because the club whores are lazy and do everything half-ass,” Mama Bear says, pursing her lips.
“Stupid bitches. I’m going to talk to them because they’re more of a hassle than they’re worth. They’re fucking around with everything,” Demon issues, throwing the apple core in the trash.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Mama Bear says.
What the fuck.
The fucker is ignoring me again.
What the hell!
“Demon, we need to talk,” I say, staring at him.
“I’m busy,” Demon hums, gathering his brows.
“Demon, when do you have time,” I say, trying to be understanding.
“I’ll call you when I have a moment. Right now, I can’t,” Demon says, looking at me.
“Right,” I hum, moving my head up and down.
Demon walks out of the kitchen, and I’m left pissed off.
Fucker!
“Halo, the man is busy,” Mama Bear says, rolling her eyes.
“Mom, I need to talk to him, but the fucker is always hot and cold. He’s giving me whiplash,” I hiss, resting my hands on my hips.
“You’re being dramatic. I know you know that being the Prez has a shit ton of issues to handle. Give him a break,” Mama Bear says, walking to the huge pantry.
“Come on, let’s go! It’s my birthday, let’s party,” Poison says, driving out of the clubhouse.
“Hell yes, it’s going to be so much fun,” Cherry yells, swaying to the music.
Fuck!
I know that Demon will have a fucking cow if he learns that we went to the Dreamhole. I don’t need him on my case since, as he says, I’m the eldest and should know better.
What fucking ever.
He’s a jerk.
But he’s so fucking hot. The tall, lean, dark blond with green eyes that stare into my soul, scorching it.
Fuckass.
I’m so pissed at him. He runs hot and cold.
Fuck, I’m so damn emotional, more than usual.
We arrive at the Dreamhole and get out of the car. We laugh and walk to the front door, walk inside, and stand near the door. The place is just a dive, the rival MC bar; you can’t expect much, right?
We’re taking a risk.
They could kill us, or Demon and the Brothers will.
“Damn, those bikers are hot,” Poison says, looking at the bikers at the end of the bar.
“Yeah, they are,” Candy says, moving her head up and down.
“Let’s get some drinks,” Cherry hums, walking to the bar.
We walk to the bar; the bikers stare at us. Of course, they do; we’re new pussy for them. Yeah, bikers, well, all men, think that.
“Well, I’m going to have some fun,” I say, sliding onto the bar stool.
Cherry orders the beers, and I scan the room. I have to know the setup in case we need to run; you just never know.
“Hell yes, that hunk down at the end is mine,” Poison says, moving her head up and down.
I turn to look down the end of the bar at the tall, dark-haired Biker walking up to his Brothers.
Yeah, they’re all the same. I
“Go for it, birthday girl,” I say, turning up my lips.
The Biker behind the bar hands us the beers and walks away to talk to the bikers at the end of the bar. Then he gets them some beers.
I take a sip of the beer and look around the bar. It is definitely a biker’s bar.
“I’ll be back,” Poison hums, sliding off the bar stool.
I watch her walk to the bikers at the end of the bar, and she talks for a few minutes with the tall, dark Biker. She then walks down the hall, and the Biker follows her. I chew my lower lip, watching her.
Okay, she’s going into the bathroom.
After a few minutes, she’s standing in the hallway talking to the Biker. She pulls out her cell, and then my cell beeps. I grab my cell and run my finger over the screen to look at the text.
Poison ~ I’m going on a midnight ride.
Halo ~ Okay. Be careful.
“Let’s dance,” Cherry says, moving her hands up in the air and swaying to the music.
I dance with my sisters, waiting for Poison to return. I need a drink, so I return to the bar, and order some more beers for me and my girls. A biker comes to talk to me, and I flirt just for the hell of it.
“Hi, sexy. I haven’t seen you in here before,” the Biker says, leaning his arm on the bar countertop holding a beer.
Well, that’s not a unique pickup line, but what the hell. He’s stating the obvious. I can’t help but laugh, throwing back my head.
“Yeah, it’s my first time,” I say, looking at him and turning up my lips.
He’s sort of cute, with long dark blonde hair, a short reddish beard, dimples, and warm brown eyes with long eyelashes. Why do men get long eyelashes, oh geez?
“I’m glad you came by, but it’s not really your scene. You look too high maintenance,” Biker says, flashing his dimples.
Well, I’ll be damned. He’s a cutie and sweet. But Demon is my man, and I’m not going to risk it with this one. But if I didn’t have Demon, I would see what he’s about.
“Well, that’s a nice thing to say,” I say, laughing.
“I only say it as I see it. So, what’s your name?” the Biker says, looking at me.
“My name is Halo, so I see that your name is Sling,” I say, pointing at the name patch on his Cut.
“Yes, Sling at your service,” Sling says, taking a pull of beer.
“Nice to meet you, Sling. You’re a Wicked Warriors MC and an Enforcer. That’s a hard position,” I say, taking a sip of beer.
“Yeah, it is. It’s a dangerous job, but I love it,” Sling hums, placing his beer on the bar countertop.
My girls come up and stand next to me. Sling looks at them, checking them out. That’s all good; he’s not my man.
“Sling, these are my girls,” I say, taking a drink of beer.
“Hey,” Sling says, lifting his chin.
“Hey, I’m Cherry,” Cherry says, standing next to me.
“Hi, I’m Candy,” Candy hums.
Candy turns to look at the Biker standing at the end of the bar. Well, it looks like Candy likes that older Biker. He’s handsome but way too old for her. Oh well, she’s a big girl. She knows what she wants, and she’s doing it.
“Do you have a cigarette,” I ask, looking at Sling.
“Of fucking course,” Sling says, pulling out the cigarette box from his Cut.
He opens the box, taps it, and the cigarette slides out. I take the cigarette, and he lights it up for me. I inhale the cigarette deeply, the nicotine hitting me strongly, and smile at him. At least I’m relaxed and not uptight here. These bikers don’t give me a bad vibe.
“Let’s play pool,” Cherry hums, taking a pull of beer.
“Yeah, I’m in. Would you like to join us?” I say, looking at Sling.
“Darling, it will be my pleasure to play with you, dolls,” Sling says, flashing those dimples.
“Awesome,” Candy says, grabbing her beer.
We play with Sling; of course, he’s my partner. We enjoy playing pool, and Sling is fun. Cherry and Candy beat us. I look at my cell; it’s been a while. I text my girl Poison.
“I need another beer,” Candy says, placing the pool stick on the table.
“Hell yes, I need one,” Cherry says, moving her head up and down.
“I want one,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Fuck, your girls kicked our asses,” Sling says, flashing those cute dimples.
“Yeah, but I have a feeling that you didn’t give it your all and let them win,” I say, laughing.
Halo ~ Where are you? We need to get gone.
Poison ~ I’ll be out in a few minutes.
Fuck!
She’s messing around with the Biker; the only good thing is that she doesn’t have a man. Good for her, and I hope she finds someone that truly loves you. Poison is a little rough around the edges, but she’s a sweetheart.
A few minutes later, Poison walks across the room and stops next to our group.
I grab the beer from Cherry and take a pull, but it doesn’t taste good. I feel a little queasy and dizzy. I must be tired, and I should have eaten something.
Poison walks across the room, smiling and with a soft flush on her face. She looks elated, and that makes me happy.
“Okay, let’s go,” Poison hums, taking the beer from me.
She takes a pull and then slams the bottle on the bar countertop, smiling.
“Let’s go,” I say, sliding off the stool.
“Hey, don’t leave,” Sling says, taking my arm.
“Yeah, we need to go Sling. We will return, right Sissy,” Cherry says, raising her brow.
“Yeah, we will return,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Okay,” Sling says, crossing his arms.
He flashes his cute dimples, and I smile.
“We walk out of the bar and quickly walk over to the car.
Fuck, I hope that we don’t get caught because Demon can be mean.
“Let’s hurry because I don’t want Demon to get his balls in a cluster fuck,” Poison says, opening the driver's door.
“Yeah, he’s so damn uptight,” Candy hums, getting into the back seat.
“True, but the man has a lot of fucking responsibility, and he’s taking care of the MC,” Cherry says, closing the door.
“Yeah, it’s a little later than I thought, but it’s worth it. War is fucking amazing,” Poison hums, turning on the car.
“Hell yes,” Candy yells, pumping her arms.
“Fuck, tell us everything,” Cherry says.
Poison pulls out of the parking lot and turns onto the road. She drives us home and tells us all about War and the midnight ride.
“Fuck! It sounds like he likes you,” Candy says, moving her head up and down.
“Sissy, I think so. It felt special, and I hope that I’m not wrong,” Poison says, turning onto our street.
“Let’s return next week,” Cherry says.
“Yeah, we could but we need to get the Prospects to work the Bar,” Poison says, moving her head up and down.
She pulls into the clubhouse driveway, drives to the back, and parks next to the garage.
“Fuck, the clubhouse is packed,” I hiss, rolling my eyes.
“Well, it’s fucking Friday! All of the hangarounds are here. Motherfucker Romeo best not be with a bitch; he’s mine,” Cherry hisses, gathering her brows.
The hangarounds are young and cute; the Brothers will be all over them like rye on bread.
Fuckers.
“Romeo doesn’t fuck them; he gets blow jobs,” Candy says, turning up her lips.
“That’s still not okay. That man is mine. Fucking motherfucker is going to make me crazy, and I’m going to kill the bitches,” Cherry hisses.
“Yeah, these fuckers like to string us along,” I huff, looking at the girls walking into the clubhouse.
“I don’t get Romeo; I know that he loves you since we were small,” Candy says, gathering her brows.
“Yeah, the fuckers get too comfortable and take us for granted,” I hiss, pursing my lips.
“Yeah, Sissy, it must be us because both the asshats are fucking with us,” Cherry hums.
“No! The bastards fuck with all of us. Look what stupid Snake did to me; he fucking played me. After he sweet talked me forever, promising me the moon, everything. Motherfuker should be glad that he was sent on a run because I’m seriously thinking of cutting off his dick,” Poison hisses, grabbing the steering wheel tight.
“Yeah, you should have cut up that club whore face for disrespecting you, and us. The club whores are getting too fucking comfortable and are now trying to do as they please! It’s not happening; it’s our MC, our men, our family,” I hiss, grabbing onto the door armrest.
I’m feeling dizzy and want to throw up. I need to get inside fast.
“Sissy, you should when he returns,” Candy says, turning up her lips.
“I need to get inside; I feel nauseous,” I say, closing my eyes and covering my mouth.
“Oh my, let go inside,” Poison says, opening her door,
My sisters walk around to help me out. We walk into the back door and into the private door to our apartment.
“Stay with us,” Poison says, grabbing my arm.
“Yeah, we should. Sissy, we don’t want Demon or Mama Bear to catch us getting home late,” Cherry says.
“I think that I’m feeling sick because I haven’t eaten,” I hum.
“I’ll get Killer to get us something to eat,” Candy says, pulling out her cell.
“Get us something good,” Cherry hums, moving her head up and down.
“Fuck, it’s late, not much is open. But I know that he will get us something good,” Cherry says.
Candy puts her cell away and opens the door.
“Move out of my way!”
I can’t wait; I run to the bathroom and throw up. I’m feeling weak, and so dizzy.
The next day.
“How are you feeling,” Poison asks, making a cup of coffee in the little kitchen.
“I’m good, but my stomach is still upset,” I hum, leaning against the recliner.
“Gosh, you must have a bug,” Cherry says, taking a bite of a bagel.
“We have some Tums; maybe it will help,” Candy says, grabbing a coffee cup from the shelf.
“I don’t think that would help,” I hum, closing my eyes.
“Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee,” Poison asks, raising her brow.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I hum, moving my head up and down.
Poison grabs a cup from the shelf and pours the coffee. Then the door opens, and Demon stands with his hands on his waist.
“You girls were out late, and our informant states that you were at the Dreamhole. I hope that the informant is wrong! The rival MC, Wicked Warriors MC, owns the Dreamhole! Do you know how dangerous that is,” Demon growls, lowering his eyelids.
He's fucking pissed off.
I’m fucking sick, and I push off the recliner and run into the bathroom. I barely make it in time and I don’t feel good.
“What the fuck! Halo, what’s wrong,” Demon says, running into the bathroom and holding my hair.
“I’m not feeling well,” I hum, closing my eyes.
“I’ll get Slash to check you out,” Demon says, holding me up from my waist.
“It’s just a stomach bug,” I hum, holding onto him.
I walk over to the sink and wash my face and mouth. Now I feel a lot better, but I'm a little embarrassed.
Yeah, it’s one thing that Demon is my boyfriend, my man, but it’s another to see me all fucking gross.
Fuck!
Demon helps me walk back into the living room. I sit on the recliner.
“It doesn’t fucking matter if it is. I need you to be taken care of,” Demon hums, resting his hand on his waist.
“Here’s some water,” Poison says, handing me a glass of water.
“Okay, have Slash check me out.”
Slash is a Brother who takes care of the MC's medical needs. He’s a Vet, a Military doctor trained by Uncle Sam. So, he’s good, and the MC has everything he needs to attend to the Brothers, even operate. Anger, another Brother, is an ex-army Nurse. He helps him out when it gets busy.
“I’ll bring him up,” Demon says, leaning to kiss my temple.
A few minutes later, Slash checks me out and actually takes a blood test.
Fuckers!
“I’ll have the test results in a few. But she appears good, but a thorough checkup would be good,” Slash says, looking at me.
“I’m good; it’s just a bug,” I say, moving my head from side to side.
I don’t want Slash to check me out so thoroughly.
Hell no.
“Thanks. I’ll come back in a few,” Demon says, looking at me.
“Right,” I say, pursing my lips.
Demon and Slash walk out of the apartment, and I just want to sleep.
“I’m hungry, so I’m ordering some food,” Cherry says, pulling out her cell phone.
“Oh yeah, I want some,” Candy says, moving her head up and down.
“What are you ordering,” Poison asks.
“Some Mexican food,” Cherry says, tapping on the screen.
“Hell yes, I want some fajitas,” Poison hums, doing a happy dance.
“Oh yeah, that sounds good,” Candy says.
“I want some, too,” Cherry says, taking a drink of coffee.
“Sissy, would you like some,” Cherry says, looking at me.
“Yeah, maybe I can eat it,” I say, closing my eyes.
I walk out of the shower and change into my sundress and cute sandals. I brush my hair and apply a light coat of makeup. I’m feeling a lot better, and the fajitas were good. I grab my cell, sliding my finger over the screen. I look at the text that Demon sent a few minutes ago.
Demon ~ How are you feeling? Could you please come to my room?
Halo ~ Uh, yes.
Sometimes, the man just makes me so mad.
I walk out of my room and out of the apartment. I walk over to his room and knock.
The Demon opens the door and pulls me inside. He closes the door and cups my face. He kisses me softly, almost reverently. Then he kisses all of my face, resting his forehead on mine.
It blows my mind.
The fucker loves me.
I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling him close. It’s been a while since I’ve felt him as mine.
Or maybe it’s me just bitching.
Fuck!
“Baby, you have me so damn worried. It’s not like you to be sick. Slash has the test results, and I want him to tell us here together,” Demon says, gazing into my eyes.
“I’m okay. It must be a bug. I had fajitas, and they didn’t make me sick,” I say, turning up my lips.
“I hope it’s just a bug, but Slash will let us know,” Demon says.
“Okay. I have my graduation date,” I say, moving my hands.
“What day is it? I want to have a badass graduation party,” Demon hums, turning up his lips.
“It’s in two weeks,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I love having his full attention, and I miss it. He’s been so distant since he became Prez.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Demon says, pulling away from me but still has his arm around my waist.
That makes me feel good and loved. I look at Slash, walk into the room, and close the door.
He raises his brows and looks at us.
“I have the test results, and it all looks good. But the pregnancy test is positive. Halo, you’re pregnant,” Slash hums, stone-faced.
My heart stops and starts beating faster.
“What the fuck! Are you sure,” Demon asks, pulling me closer to his side.
“Prez, I did the tests several times; it’s correct,” Slash says, looking at us.
“Well, hell! We’re having a baby,” Demon yells, pulling me into his arms.
I stare at him, and I’m so damn relieved that he’s okay. He told me that he didn’t want a baby until later, if ever.
Fuck!
“Are you happy,” I ask, raising my brow.
“Of fucking course, you’re my Old Lady, and it’s my baby,” Demon huffs, cupping my face.
“Excuse me, Prez,” Slash says.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later, and keep this to yourself,” Demon says, looking at him.
“Of fucking course,” Slash says, moving his head up and down.
Slash walks out of the room, and Demon kisses me softly. Then he kisses me with wild hunger. I melt into him, and all of my anger and resentment disappear.
“Baby, I love you, and I’m so happy that you’re pregnant,” Demon hums, kissing my neck.
“Are you sure? You said the other day that you didn’t want a baby,” I huff, pulling back to look at him.
I need to look into his eyes, they tell me everything I need to know. My heart swells, and my soul soars.
Yeah, he’s mine, my man.
“Baby, of fucking course I want our Baby. I just feel that it’s such a hard lifestyle,” Demon says, wrapping his hand around my neck.
It’s such a caveman, possessive move, but I love it. It’s about time he steps up and becomes my man.
“Oh hell, I’m so happy that you’re happy. I love you,” I say,
“Baby, come here, I want some,” Demon whispers, kissing me deeply.
His hands roam down my back, and he pulls up my sundress. I’m not wearing a bra, only my bikini. He pushes me back onto his bed and tears off my black bikini.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” Demon hums, falling to his knees.
He spreads my thighs and runs his fingers up my slit, spreading my pussy lips. He licks them and sucks my aching, swollen flesh.
“Yes, Baby, that feels so good,” I whimper, closing my legs and trapping his face.
I pull his face closer to my pussy, and raise my hips, rubbing against his mouth.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” I whimper.
He eats my pussy just like I love, making me come. He licks up all of my honey and slides his tongue inside, making me weak.
“I need you, like now,” I moan, grabbing my breasts.
No wonder my breasts have been sore, geeze.
“Baby, do you want me to fill you up with my cock,” Demon says, pulling away.
His eyes are lowered; sexy, passionate eyes and swollen red lips look at me as he undresses. He grabs his big hard cock stroking it and rubs the pre-cum around the grown. I like my lip because he’s fucking beautiful.
“Baby, stop teasing me.”
“Tell me, I need to hear you ask me. I need to hear you talk dirty.”
“Baby, please fuck me with your hard cock. I want you inside my pussy, filling me up and driving me wild,” I moan, twisting my nipples.
“Baby, I want to see you rub your sweet pink pussy.”
I never did this for him, but fuck, it’s too damn hot. I move my hand down my flat stomach, and I rub my swollen flesh, moaning.
“You’re so fucking hot. I’m going to fuck you all night, spearing your pussy, and make you come all over my hard cock.”
“Do it.”
Demon chuckles and moves up, thrusting his hard cock inside my pussy. My pussy feels full; a sweet burn spreads through my body.
“I need to suck your beautiful tits.”
Demon cups my breast and sucks my nipples, and nips around the swell of my breast. He sucks my breasts, leaving his mark. I love looking at his marks.
“Baby, tell me that these beautiful tits and sweet tight pussy are mine.”
“Baby, my tits and pussy are yours.”
Demon sucks my other nipple, bites it, and releases it with a pop making me crazy.
“Come and fuck me,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Damn straight.”
Demon moves his hips in and out, building the sweet friction and increasing his speed until he’s fucking me hard, deep, and fast. His hips move like a piston, and every thrust makes me crazy.
“Come for me,” Demon growls, rubbing my pussy.
“Ash,” I yell, falling over the edge.
Demon reaches his release with me, biting my shoulder. He continues to suck my shoulder, leaving his mark.