Chapter 10 #2
Shona poured another round of drinks for me, herself and Ryleigh. We were all sitting at the end of the bar, watching as half the bikers toppled over from the amount of alcohol coursing through their systems.
“Lightweights,” I laughed with the girls. I’d felt so welcomed here, even when I stepped foot inside with Kendrick by my side. No one looked at me funny, everyone came over to say hi. I loved that they all knew who I was…even the ones who hadn’t been around when everything was going down.
“You’d be surprised,” Shona said. “The ones who you’d look at and think they could take down a keg on their own are usually the ones falling first.”
“Definite crybabies,” Ryleigh added. She’d been enjoying her night off from being a mum and letting her hair down.
I felt closer to Ryleigh than anyone else, even my own sister, because she was closer in age to me, but also she was Rebel’s best friend’s girl.
I had a feeling she would be my bestie in no time.
The women all wore their cuts and I loved how it looked on them.
I chanced a glance over at Rebel who was with Fury, Savage and Viper by the pool tables.
I saw a lightness in his stance, in his eyes when he was with his boys.
He was so different to the moody man I’d been babysat by.
He had a heart of gold and now I was the one who held his heart. I’d never let anything darken it again.
God, he was so unbelievably sexy. I wish I could drag him down the hall and have him fuck me against a wall, in front of everyone. I never knew I was into voyeuristic shit but for him, I wanted everyone to know he was mine.
Everyone.
Including the club bunny currently eye fucking him from across the room. She thinks I couldn’t tell, always casting a glance in my direction and looking away when she caught me. She thinks she was being subtle, but she’ll soon come to see if you fuck around, you’ll find out with me.
Kendrick was mine.
One of the bunnies who I knew as Kayleigh came over to relieve Shona from the bar.
She’d been with Viper all night and I knew there was something there, something more than just a fuck from a biker.
I could see the way he looked at her and the way she watched him, the way her fists would clench when other bunnies flirted with him.
I couldn’t wait to get her drunk and find out the truth.
It was pretty rare a bunny would turn into an ol’ lady, but it did happen from time to time.
My mother was an example of that…although she’d never really held any power being the Prez’s ol’ lady because he’d never loved her, he just knocked her up and fed her enough drugs that she did things for him.
“Kay,” I called her over. She came over to me and leant down on the bar. “Who’s the bunny with the red top?”
Kayleigh looked over and when she turned back to me, she was rolling her eyes. “Ugh, one of the newer ones…I think her name is Caroline. Everyone’s been calling her Caramel.”
I must have made a face because everyone laughed.
“Don’t worry about her, Rebel would never look that way at her,” Kayleigh said. “She hasn’t learned the pecking order yet, I don’t think.”
“I’m not worried,” I told her, with a smile. Kayleigh’s widening smile told me she knew exactly what I meant. “But as you said…she hasn’t learnt her place yet…maybe she just needs a gentle little lesson.”
“Not even one night here as Rebel’s and you’re already planting your foot down,”’ Shona laughed. “I love it.”
I cheersed my sisterhood and kept an eye on Caramel.
God, the names these bitches came up with were ridiculous.
The music was pumping loud with more and more bikers joining the party.
It got to a point when we couldn’t hear each other so we went outside.
I saw the Sergeant-at-Arms Bear talking to a woman I hadn’t seen before, and who was most definitely not his woman.
“Who is that?” I asked the group. They turned to see who I was talking about and turned back.
“Tierney,” Shona told me. “She’s Bear’s sister.”
“Oh…I thought he was doing the dirty on Orla for a minute.”
“Never,” Ryleigh said, resolutely. “The Ghost Rebel men don’t do that. He is a good brother though, even though their relationship was strained by his cunt of a mother.”
“Oooh, sounds like I’m missing out on the tea,” I remarked. “Spill.”
“Bear is the illegitimate son of Peter O’Leary who was under Donald’s men.
Dempsey who you know as Viking is his brother and Tierney is his sister who were Peter’s wife’s kids.
They didn’t grow up together. Bear’s Mum was a club bunny who tried to get Pete to leave his wife and kids but he never would so Louise wouldn’t allow Bear to be part of the kids’ lives. ”
“Sounds like a grade A bitch,” I said.
“She is,” Shona said. As if on cue, Orla came up the stairs from her tattoo parlour off to the side of the compound.
“Who’s a bitch?” she asked with a smile. “Can’t be me…surely.”
“Oh just your darling mother-in-law,” Shona added with a smirk.
Orla’s smile dropped and she groaned. “She comes around here again, and she’ll be getting a tattoo right over her forehead with what she is.”
“And what’s that, Or?” Ryleigh asked, giggling.
“Cunt,” Orla said and headed inside. We all started to laugh just as Bear came up the stairs to where we were sitting on the benches that wrapped around the clubhouse.
“Shona, mind keeping T here company?” he asked.
“Of course,” she reached out to Tierney who gladly took her hands. “Come and sit, tell us everything about what’s happening in your world.”
Bear nodded his thanks before he headed inside. He was so different to Orla, in every way, where he was quiet and reserved, she was open and crass. I loved her. She reminded me of an old friend I had while I had been allowed to go to school.
“So…” Ryleigh smirked at Tierney. “Tell us how things are with you and Brogan.”
Tierney sighed and rolled her eyes. “Nothing is happening. We broke up.”
“Wait…you and the cop?” I queried. “I have so much to learn here, don’t I?”
Everyone laughed, even Tierney, but I could see the pain behind her eyes.
“That was the problem. He worked too much, never had time for me, always put himself in danger that he shouldn’t have been in.”
“That’s the name of the game, darling,” Shona said. “Every time those boys go out on a run, or to battle another rival MC that pops up, they always do it without fear and we never know if we’re going to see them again.”
“But they have each other, they have back up,” Tierney said.
“He never did. He always had the MC’s back but they never had his…
not that he would have ever told them how much danger he was in every time he swept something under the rug for them, or buried CCTV evidence or did searches for them.
He just did it and covered his own ass because he knew this club was ultimately what was best for the town. ”
“Babe, if you knew this…why didn’t you tell Bear?” Shona asked. “He would have ensured someone was near him at all times.”
“Brogan will do what he thinks is right. He’s a goddamn martyr.”
“Brogan loves you, Tierney. He was a broken man when you ended things with him,” Ryleigh said. “We all saw it. Just…talk to him.”
“He’s inside, isn’t he?” she asked, her eyes darting to the clubhouse doors nervously.
We all nodded.
She sighed, and pushed up off the bench. “Okay…but I don’t think he’s going to change. He’s stubborn. Always has been.”
“Most of the boys in there are, honey,” Shona said. Tierney left us alone on the porch, each talking crap about something or another.I noticed our drinks getting low.
“I’ll get the next round,” I said, standing and heading inside.
I made my way over to the bar and to Kayleigh who noticed me and started working on our drinks.
Rebel was heading down the corridor, toward the bathrooms and just like that, I saw red when I noticed Caramel doing the same thing, right after him.
This slut was shameless.
I followed after them, noticing how she pumped up her fake tits in her push up bra as she waited for him to be done.
“I’m surprised you didn’t follow him in there,” I said, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest.
She looked surprised to see me, probably thinking this was the perfect time to jump on him since I’d been outside.
“Oh,” she said, looking like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m just…well I didn’t know he was taken.”
“I think you did,” I replied. “Judging by the way you’re primping and posturing right now tells me you know exactly who I am to him. Did you think he’d see your tits and forget everything I can give him?”
“Well…variety is the spice of life,” she hit back, a smirk making its way onto her face.
“Spice is what you’ll be giving him every time he pees if he hooked up with you.
Fuck knows how many Nomads you’ve bounced on in the last twenty-four hours, because honey, that’s what you’re there for.
You are there to entertain, never to be pleased, but to do the pleasing.
That’s your role here. If you wanted an ounce of respect, you’d do your bidding.
But not you, when you realised someone had just secured a woman, someone you think you can replace because you think I don’t know how it’s run around here, you’re over here flouncing your measly little assets you have to lure him when his woman’s back is turned, but that’s not how these men operate.
They want a woman they can give their life to, one they will fight for, and you ain’t it…
now, if you acted like a decent human, maybe, maybe you could secure one but you aren’t, so I will kindly ask you to refrain from attempting anything with my man. ”
“You’re just scared he’ll choose me over you,” she said, with a sneer on her face. I heard the door open to the bathroom and immediately wrapped my hands around her mouth and dragged her into the closest room, slamming the door.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked with wild eyes. I honestly didn’t know what I was doing, but I didn’t want this slut anywhere near Rebel.
“Offering you some friendly advice before you wreck yourself,” I replied.
“The pecking order is the boys, the ol’ ladies, and then the Nomads.
You don’t have an order because you’re the entertainment.
If you want to change that, then start pulling your weight around here, work here instead of spreading your legs every opportunity you get. ”
“I do just fine the way I am, thanks,” she told me, as she made a move to shove past me.
I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall.
She tried to pry my fingers from her throat but I wasn’t squeezing tight, and I knew the limits of choking.
She was just fucking fine and dandy as she was.
“You’ll do well to respect me, bitch. To you, I am a queen bee.
That man…is mine and if you think these men go batshit crazy over their ol’ ladies…
you ain’t seen nothing at what we do to protect our men from skanks like you.
You look at Rebel one more time and I will gut you like the pig you are, do you understand me? ”
She paused for a moment, pure hatred radiating off her before she nodded. I let her throat go.
“Now, go be a good little slut and suck one of the Nomad’s dicks.”
She pushed out of the room, and I looked up to see Rebel standing against the wall, a smirk on his face.
He’d heard everything. Caramel ran out of the room and into the clubhouse lounge.
Rebel backed me into the room, closing the door with his boot.
His hands pulled me to him, wrapping around my waist, his mouth was on my neck, just under my ear where I loved it.
“It’s so fucking hot hearing you claim me like that,” he uttered, his voice deep. “Now, I’m going to show you just how fucking hard you made me.”
Rebel
Hearing my woman claim me, threaten the skank who’d been trying to feel me up all night had done things to me that I couldn’t push away. My dick needed to be in her and it needed it now.
“Kendrick…”
Her moaning my name was not helping matters either. My hand slid down between us, unbuttoning her jean shorts.
Pushing her up against the far wall, I pulled her shorts down, pushing the thin piece of lace covering her pussy and sliding a finger up and down her aroused slit. Her hands were running up under my shirt, nails scratching down my back.
“Darby,” I groaned in her ear. “Turn around.”
She did without hesitation, as I led her to the bed, pushing her down, her hands being held behind her back with one of mine. I pulled her pants down further to bare that ass of hers.
“Jesus, you are fucking perfect,” I breathed out as she writhed on the bed.
“Please, Kendrick,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
I couldn’t resist giving her everything she ever asked of me, especially not when she begged me to fuck her. Pulling my aching cock out of my jeans, I propped her hips up so she was at the perfect height, before I eased the tip of my cock up and down her wet, hot slit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” I groaned.
She moaned into the mattress as I slid the tip of my cock into her.
I held onto one of her hips with my free hand as I slid myself further into her.
She fit me like a glove and I had to will myself not to come immediately.
I stayed seated in her, her ass wiggling to try and get me to move, but I held her tight.
“Uh, uh…you’re not in control right now. ”
“I’m always in control,” she grunted out. I pulled her up, wrapping my hand around her neck and holding her upright, her face to the side so I could kiss those lips.
“With me, princess, you don’t need to be,” I told her kissing her hard just as I began to fuck into her hard.
She gasped, moaning as she pushed back down to the mattress and I fucked her into it.
The sounds coming out of her were guttural, primal, and I realised I didn’t just love it when she rode me like a queen, but I loved dominating her, making her feel every bit claimed as she was.
Darby Rose was mine, and she’d never feel another man ever again. Her pussy clamped over me after a few more pumps, and I rode out her orgasm as I fucked her like I was scared to lose her.
I was.
I was scared she would realise I wasn’t good enough for her and take off. I wanted to plant my seed in her, make it take root so she could never leave again, she’d always be connected to me if she had my kid.
The thought of her rounded with my baby inside… fuck, that did things to me. I willed that to happen as I fucked her mercilessly into the bed. My orgasm pummeled through me at the thought…one I’d never had before.