Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) Page 5

  “Love you, Dia,” I groan out as I hold back my own orgasm.

  Her rhythm becomes erratic as she sends herself over the top, and then I finally thrust up and release deep inside her.

  “Gonna be my wife tonight.”

  “Can’t wait!” she says, collapsing over me with my dick still inside her.

  We are one. Ride until we die.

  One Year Later…

  The Future Looks Bright

  Who would have thought a year ago that Rocky and I would not only have our own shop, but be in a situation to divide the business into two separate ones?

  Rocky had a wild night with his childhood friend who grew up literally next door. Marie and he have been steady for a while since their hookup. Most recently, the results of their premarital activities have Marie swollen with their first baby. A quick wedding tied up any loose ends for any of the Bible slinging biddies around here.

  It took Danza a little while longer to get his head out of his ass and make things right with Mary Alice. A small beach ceremony much like the one Dia and I had made her Mrs. Rhett Perchton, all while wearing my woman’s earrings.

  Women and those wedding traditions … I don’t need to understand them. Whatever makes Dia happy keeps me happy, end of story to me and the men I know.

  The Haywood’s Landing Hellions have grown. We had a few men prospect for us and patch in. We are an organized group with bylaws and a real system for both the shop businesses and the transports Danza and Frisco are running.

  We keep things tight. No man is ever alone.

  To make things official, we decide to take a ride to Deals Gap, NC. There is a buzz going around about a ride known as “The Dragon.” It’s a challenging course of mountainside and tight curves that carries you into Tennessee, all lining up on a map to look like the shape of a dragon’s tail.

  With Marie home with little Dina, the four of us make the trip, leaving the other members behind to help her out until we make it back. Rocky and Frisco ride solo, and Mary Alice and Claudia proudly take their places behind Danza and me.

  The ride there is rough in some places, only making Dia hold on more securely. Just how I like it. We stop at the Deals Gap shack to pull over and stretch our legs. Then, before we get back on the road, I pull Dia to me.

  She’s in skin tight jeans and a black tank top with a jean vest. Her blonde hair is back in a braid that I wrap my hand around then pull her head back to look up at me.

  “Love you, Dia.”

  She smiles brightly at me. “Love you, Blaine.”

  “Love having you on the back of my bike,” I tell her, rubbing the whiskers of my goatee against her jawline.

  “No place I’d rather be,” she whispers before I press my lips to hers in a kiss that is sloppy and loud, and I don’t give a shit who watches.

  The four of us then climb on our rides, starting them up before Mary Alice and Dia settle in behind Danza and me. I raise my left hand high in the air, throw a finger forward, and then we take off.

  Danza rides to my right as my VP. Frisco is behind me as our enforcer with Rocky riding beside him, taking up the rear as our sergeant-at-arms. We make the eleven-mile ride through over three hundred curves in the same line up with Dia’s arms holding me tightly.

  Brotherhood, family, love, life, and the open road—this is what living, really living, is about.

  As we finish crossing over into Tennessee, we pull over. I look at each of my Hellions brothers one at a time, and silently, we all agree this is the final patching ride for every member in the future. This is the ride that will make men out of boys on bikes. With one wrong move, not only would you hurt yourself, but your brother would go down, too. This is a ride to bond. This is a ride about life, loyalty, and love. This is our ride for now and forever.

  Fury MC has stayed away. Paul Watson moved to Florida, and we haven’t heard a thing from him or his uncle’s group. That doesn’t mean we let our guard down.

  There are more clubs out there than the men of Fury, and Haywood’s Landing is a good place to use as a go-through.

  We should know.

  Not only are we getting our own piece of the transports, but we have a little spot out in the Croatan forest where we have a little Mary Jane business growing. A little bud ain’t going to hurt anyone. The government just wants to control it. Well, they get enough tax money, and I won’t be giving them any more.

  The risks are high, but the rewards are there. We have built this from the ground up, and we are making it work, not only for ourselves but our town.

  “When it all falls apart around you, whoever is still with you will be with you always. Trust, believe, and give your all to those who don’t walk away when the going gets tough. Life is always going to test you. It’s how you overcome your failures, your losses, and how you face the next day that defines you.”

  ~Roundman~

  Ass and Sass

  The double-wide in the middle of a field is my little piece of heaven. The woman inside is an angel and a true gift. My job is unpredictable and keeps me gone more than I’m home. With grace and strength, Mary Alice holds down the home fires while I chase a dollar down the highway.

  She’s a good woman. The best.

  She’s also all I know. We’ve been together since forever, and even though I was slow to make an honest woman out of her, she’s mine, and she’s my wife.

  She’s also pregnant. Very pregnant. And my sweet, calm Mary Alice disappeared the same day she found out, it seems. Rocky says it’s the hormones, and once she has the baby, things will go back to the way they were. According to him, I need to take the high road and understand everything I do is wrong. This is not easy for a man like me, which is probably why I feel the way I do right this moment.

  I’m sitting in the front yard on my Harley, wondering what tonight will bring before I walk inside.

  Last night, I epically fucked up. When Mary Alice asked me to take her to the Dairy Queen for a hot dog, I should have done it. Instead, I let the pregnant woman waddle her way out to her Chevrolet Corvair, get in, and drive off in search of her hot dog.

  Only, the car broke down, leaving a very pregnant Mary Alice on the side of the road in the July heat, waiting for someone to come along to help her.

  I suppose, when it had been over an hour, I should have gotten up and gone to look for her. After all, we normally don’t let anyone in our group travel alone. It’s just all these crazy cravings and mood swings are too much for me to handle. The more she changes, the more I find ways to stay away.

  I’ve been an ass. I don’t deserve her, yet she’s still inside the house we share, waiting on me.

  Getting off my bike, I open the saddlebag and get the bundle of flowers I stopped off for then make my way inside.

  The smell of food cooking hits me as soon as I step inside.

  “Mary Alice,” I call out, taking off my boots at the front door.

  No reply.

  I don’t find Mary Alice in the kitchen or living room. When I head to the baby’s room, I don’t see anything out of place, and I also don’t see my wife.

  Peeking my head into the guest room, still no sign of Mary.

  “Mary Alice!” I yell as I make my way to our bedroom, to which I get no reply.

  The bathroom door is closed, but that doesn’t stop me since she won’t answer.

  I hear her crying as I turn the knob to find the door is locked. Adding force, I easily break the knob to enter just as she jumps and turns around.

  Before I can speak to find out what’s wrong, she turns back to face the toilet, leans over, and hurls.

  Dropping the flowers in my hand, I quickly move to stand behind her and hold her hair back.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. What can I do?” I ask as she heaves and I try to rub circles on her shoulders with my free hand.

  “Cut your dick off,” she says as she continues to vomit.

  My balls automatically draw up at the thought.

  “Dinner
smells delicious,” I compliment her, only for her to raise a middle finger over her shoulder as her head stays in the toilet.

  “Horseradish sauce over the roast,” she chokes out. “That cookbook my mother gave me as a wedding present said to use that.”

  “Ummm, sounds spicy,” I reply, not sure what to say.

  “The smells—oh, all day the smell. I haven’t even kept water down.”

  Grabbing a hair tie from the countertop, I fumble to get her hair snug behind her. Once secured, I drop to my knees behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

  “I’m sorry, Mary Alice.”

  “No more kids,” she mutters as she seems to settle down. “This is all you get.”

  If I had known pregnancy would be this hard on her, I would have been okay to not have any. She’s been miserable and happy all wrapped in one.

  Standing, I get her a cup of water to rinse her mouth, which she does before flushing the toilet. Then I leave her to clean up privately, listening to her brushing her teeth as I walk out of the room. I can only hope turning off the dinner will help the smell pass so she won’t continue to be sick.

  In the kitchen, I butter some bread to go with the roast she made as well as make some toast for her. After grabbing a cold glass of water, I then plate the toast and take it into our bedroom.

  “I can’t eat with you tonight, Rhett,” she groans out as she looks up from the bed. Her hands rest on her round belly. I see the puffiness in her eyes from crying through her times of sickness today.

  “It’s okay, baby. You didn’t have to cook. I told you to take it easy.”

  “Promise me, Rhett. No more babies. I love you, and I love our baby, but I can’t do this again,” she pleads.

  “If that’s what you want,” I concede. Hell, I would promise her the world if I could ease her burden right now and have my wife back.

  After I set the toast on the nightstand beside her, she smacks my arm. “Are you blind? I can’t eat that!”

  “I thought—” I stammer. “I thought the doctor said eat toast.”

  “Have you seen my ass since I got pregnant?”

  Smiling, I respond, “Sure have.”

  She smacks my arm again, letting me know she doesn’t agree with my pleasure.

  “Baby, you got ass and curves, and I love it. I can’t help it if you turn me on.”

  She blinks. “I still turn you on?” The tears fall from her face.

  I sit on the bed beside her. Reaching out, using the pad of my thumbs, I wipe the liquid from under her eyes. “You have always been the sexiest woman alive to me. Now you have these curves, and I look at you and know it’s my seed growing inside you. Baby, nothing could be hotter. The way you love me keeps my dick hard.” I lean over her and trail kisses on her chin. “Always hard for you.”

  “You,” she whispers, “haven’t been home as much.”

  “I’m an ass. God, I’m an ass.” I press my lips to hers and taste the salt of her tears along with the mint of toothpaste. “Along with that ass has come a whole lot of sass. It’s not you, baby,” I say each word against her lips. “I just feel helpless, and you are miserable.”

  “I miss you.”

  “I’m right here, and I promise you no more running away. I’m with you every step of the way. No more horseradish smells making you sick without me here to hold your hair.”

  She laughs and I kiss her, taking the opportunity to slip my tongue inside and find hers. She brings her hands up to my hair and tugs as I deepen the kiss.

  “Need to feel you,” she says, pulling away to catch her breath.

  After pulling off my shirt, I throw it to the side as I stand to remove my pants and socks. She slides her pants and panties off as I walk to the other side of the bed to climb in. Sliding her shirt over her belly, I kiss each side of it as I feel the telltale thump of our child kicking her.

  “Daddy’s gonna give momma some lovin’, little one. Go to sleep,” I whisper to her belly, making Mary Alice laugh.

  She sits up so I can take her shirt off, and then I unhook her bra. When her ample breasts fall out in front of me, I nibble before sucking her nipple in deep, and she moans in pleasure. I then slide my hand between her legs. My fingers find her heat dripping wet as I slip two right in, and she cries out for more.

  As she clenches around my digits, I pull out and roll her to her side, settling in behind her. With one hand under her and tweaking her nipple, I use my other hand to lift her leg before guiding my rock hard dick into her from behind. She pushes her hips back as her inner muscles tighten and release around me while I fight the urge to release.

  I bite at her neck and suck as I find her clit with my hand. I begin teasing, circling, and then pressing the bud as I slide in and out with her back to my chest, causing me to hit her spot with every thrust, making her whole body tremble as her orgasm overtakes her. Riding through the aftershocks, I find my own release.

  Dinner forgotten, toast forgotten, everything comes together as I hold my woman in my arms, both of us completely satisfied.

  A Doll

  “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,” Dia sings softly to our baby girl. “Daddy’s gonna buy you a Harley shirt.”

  I can’t stop the laugh that escapes as I lean against the doorjamb.

  Little noises come from our baby, and Dia looks up at me with sharp eyes.

  “Well then, Mister Chuckles, you come put her to sleep.” She stands from the rocking chair and brings me the baby all wrapped in red.

  Claudia was adamant that our nursery and baby not look like someone vomited Pepto pink in her room and her wardrobe. Can’t say that I’m sad she feels that way, either.

  With her hair all wild around her face, her eyes tired from lack of sleep these last few days, and baby spit-up on her shirt, my wife has never looked more disheveled nor more beautiful.

  Taking Delilah from her arms, I kiss my wife on her forehead. “Go shower and take a nap, love.”

  “Gladly,” she says with an exhausted smile. With a quick kiss to our daughter’s head and one to my lips, she heads off to her sanctuary—our bedroom.

  Sitting in the rocker that faces my daughter’s crib all decked out in hot air balloons with teddy bears, I have to smile at how life has changed from the moment they placed Delilah in my arms.

  With the face of a doll, eyes of an angel, and a head of blonde hair to match her mother’s, my baby girl is absolutely perfect.

  Bright eyes look up at me as she opens and closes her mouth like a fish. “Never known love so deep, dollface.” My voice is raspy as I try not to be loud, but I want to talk to my little girl. “Loved your momma before, but watching her with you, holding you, having you … Well, Doll, I’ve never know anything purer in my life.”

  My daughter smiles. Dia says it’s gas, but I don’t care. My baby girl smiles before her eyes close, and she snuggles closer to me.

  “Leather, oil, and man,” I explain happily. “One day, you’re gonna grow up, and when you find a man, he should smell like a hardworking man, Doll.” The thought of my baby girl growing up has me twitching to shoot something. “Never mind that, precious. I promise you, as your dad, I’ll be the man you look up to. I’ll be the man who makes you proud. I’ll be rock solid for you and your momma. I’ll give you my all and my love.” I rock her, thinking of what it’s going to be like to watch her grow. “When the time comes to let you go, I’m going to fight like hell to keep you with me. I’ll give my life before I’ll let anyone touch you.” Kissing her head as she soundly sleeps, I hold my daughter in my arms.

  ***

  Eight weeks later, my balls are so tight I think they may bust. Between Dia healing from having our baby to the exhaustion we feel as new parents, there has been no time for the two of us to be, well, the two of us.

  Leaving work, I’m dirty, tired, and I want nothing more than to kiss my Doll, kiss my wife, and go to sleep.

  I pull up to our little trailer and park my bike then make my way
inside. When there is no noise, I make sure to remove my boots without a sound to avoid waking my wife or my daughter.

  At the kitchen sink, I wash my hands, splashing some water on my face before grabbing a beer from the fridge. When I make my way into the bedroom to change my clothes, I’m blown away.

  Lying on our bed in a red lace number is my wife, Claudia Reklinger. Her breasts still swollen from having a baby, her tummy now flat, and her tone legs stretched out. I stand in the doorway and give a whistle, which makes her smile.

  She curls a finger for me to come over, and stripping as I go, I slide in over her. My long hair in a braid falls over my shoulder and tickles the exposed skin of her collarbone. I kiss her briefly before I move slowly down her body, kissing and licking every available inch.

  At her belly, I trace her stretch marks with my tongue, knowing it was my baby that grew in her body. I forever marked her in the way she forever marked my heart, stretching me to a new capacity to love I never knew possible.

  With my teeth, I tug at her panties as she grips my hair in anticipation. I run my nose through her curls, inhaling the scent of her arousal, as I use my hands to slide her panties all the way off.

  From her ankle to her inner thigh, I lick and tease her with my teeth. At her juncture, I flick my tongue against her glistening lips, lapping up every drop of her desire and settling in to feast. Claudia shamelessly grinds against my face.

  Adding two fingers, I work in and out as I let my goatee tickle the sensitive skin between her folds before I suck deeply on her clit, sending her over the edge. Then I kiss my way up her body and slide my hard cock inside her while she milks me in her aftershocks.

  Resting my forehead on hers, I still. “Baby, you’re gonna make me blow too fast.”

  “Sugar, I’m just glad to know I can still make you go.”

  As I kiss her, I taste her arousal, my beer, and the mint of toothpaste as I try to calm myself. “Love you, Dia. It’s only you. Women can wind me up, baby, but it’s always going to be you who keeps me fighting the edge just so I can have more. A lifetime deep inside you isn’t enough.”