Defiance devils riot mc.., p.8
Defiance (Devil's Riot MC Tennessee), page 8
“What the fuck?” Macy screeches as she’s yanked off my lap.
Storm releases her hair and moves to sit in my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist—kissing the side of her neck.
“Bitch, you’re going to pay for that,” Macy sneers, glaring at Storm.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Chelsea comes up to stand next to the table. “She’s his ol’ lady.”
Macy pales slightly but covers it. Gives Storm another glare and stomps away.
Storm twists her head and glares at me. “I don’t care what you have to do, but never let another skank sit on your lap.”
With that said, she stands from my lap and storms off. Leaving me sitting there stunned by her reaction.
Well fuck.
CHAPTER 9
STORM
I hate clubwhores. No matter what other name you call them, that’s what they are. They want to fuck everyone they can. And Blow being the President of a charter means the sluts are going to work twice as hard to get his dick.
I’ve seen it firsthand. It’s utterly sickening.
Stalking away from Blow after making my statement clear to Macy, I didn’t want to sit in his lap or near him. He smells of skank even if he didn’t want to. Damn stupid bitches.
I step outside and into the now dark surroundings. I release a heavy sigh, wrapping my arms around myself. I know I’m going to have women wanting Blow. I get it. He’s hot. Sexy in that hat he’s always wearing. Don’t let me not get started with what he looks like without his shirt. Those abs of his. . . God knows. . . just the thought of him, all of him, makes my body hum with need for him.
Damnit. I’m blaming it on stupid pregnancy hormones.
I swore this morning would have sated the both of us, but I guess not. At least not me. I’m ready to go back to the house and hop on Blow the way I did earlier. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, feeling the wetness already soaking my panties.
Why did we have to come to the clubhouse again?
Oh right, he needed to meet with his brothers, and I needed to talk to Chelsea. It’s a good thing the two of us talked because she was ready to cut a very valuable part of Blow off. Thankfully it didn’t take too much to calm her down.
“What are you doing out here, babe?” I spin around to find one of the hanger-on’s approaching me, swaying on his feet.
“Um, getting fresh air,” I mutter and go to step around him.
“Well, you can get some fresh air with me, babe,” he slurs, moving with me, closing in my space. “I see you around the past few weeks. You’re new, and don’t flaunt your pussy like the others. I wouldn’t mind taking a ride with you.”
Oh boy, this isn’t good.
“Move back,” I demand, stepping backward, nearly falling as I hit the edge of a table. I cry out in pain from the wood bumping and stumble. If I didn’t throw my arms out to catch my balance, I’d have fallen.
“Come on, babe, you don’t wanna be a tease. I saw you inside,” he grins, coming even closer.
“Back the fuck off, my ol’ lady,” Blow snarls, coming out of nowhere and yanking the man away from me.
“Whoa, man, I didn’t know,” the dummy says, staggering backward.
“Don’t matter regardless,” Blow states, a sneer curling on his lips, and he looks ready to snap. “A woman tells you to move back, to leave her alone, you do it.”
Guess he’d come outside with enough time to hear.
“Blow,” I call his name, hoping to calm him down before he does something stupid.
“Sorry, man, it won’t happen again,” the guy says, eyes widening in panic.
“You’re right. It won’t happen again,” Blow states and slams his fist into the fucker’s stomach, then again against the side of his face.
A gasp of surprise slips past my lips when Blow pivots on his heels and turns to me.
With his dark glittery eyes locked on mine, he closes the distance between us and plants his hands on my hips. Blow then leans in and presses his forehead to mine. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, thank you.” I nod, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Everything good out here, Prez?” Lucky asks, announcing his presence.
Blow and I both look in his direction to find not just Lucky but the rest of the members who came with their Prez.
“Yeah, we’re good, but do me a favor, take out the trash,” Blow states, moving to curl an arm around my waist and face his brothers head-on. “Fucker was getting in Storm’s face and made her nearly fall.”
So he saw that too.
“That’s what made you rush out when you opened the door,” Griz says, narrowing his gaze on the man lying on the ground.
“Yep,” Blow grunts and moves once again. This time lifting me clear off my feet and carrying me bridal style toward my car. “Let Grinder know we’re out. I’m taking Storm back to the house. Tomorrow, be there. We’re gonna talk about when we head back.”
“You got it, Prez,” Lucky mutters, giving the two of us a smirk and a two-finger salute. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Lucky shut the hell up,” Griz snorts and gives the guy on the ground a kick in the stomach. “Stupid fucker. He knows not to fuck with ol’ ladies.”
Rolling my eyes, I settle in Blow’s arms and allow him to carry me to the car and set me in the passenger seat. I buckle in while he rounds the hood and climbs in behind the wheel.
“We gotta get you a bigger car,” he comments as soon as he’s got the engine started and puts the car in drive.
“It’s fine,” I say, tilting to look at him.
“Stormy, baby, it’s not. One if I’ve gotta drive it, I need more room. Second, we got three babies on the way, back seats not enough room for three car seats,” he informs me while turning out onto the road.
I don’t say anything, honestly, because he’s right, but I’m not about to state the obvious. I like my car. My brother and dad picked it out for me, well, with mom’s help. She knew I didn’t want anything massive, but I wanted something cool. It was a gift they gave me on my eighteenth birthday.
Before I know it, we’re pulling into the driveway, and Blow’s parking the car.
My body comes alive once more, and I lick my bottom lip nervously while opening my door and getting out.
Blow’s there as I close the car door and gets in my space—pressing me into the cool metal. He cups either side of my face and looks me in the eye, right before slamming his mouth to mine.
Wanting more, I wrap my arms around his neck and lift up on my tiptoes.
Blow drops his hands to my rear, cups my ass in his palms, and lifts. I lock my legs around his waist and hold on tight as he carries me up the porch. He stops kissing me long enough to unlock the door with my key. Then his mouth is right back on mine. We barely get the door closed before he presses me into the wall.
Everything from there is a blur of motions. Shirts flying, pants yanked down, and him slamming into me. Passion surrounds us, and I love every moment of it.
“Brenon,” I cry out his name as my release takes over, and I’m consumed by desire.
“Beautiful, baby, fuckin’ gorgeous,” Blow groans, his cock twitching inside me as he buries himself to the hilt. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t think I ever will.”
Hmm, I like the sound of that.
CHAPTER 10
STORM
“Baby, I know you probably don’t wanna get back to Tennessee any time soon, but I’m not leaving you here without me,” Blow says, a cup of coffee in one hand, hip against the counter next to my leg, and his other hand he’s using to stroke my hip.
Last night after yet another two rounds of mind-blowing sex, Blow and I finally passed out in my bed. This morning I woke to him going down on me. Talk about a way to start the day. Of course, he got to have my mouth around him as well.
Now we’re in the kitchen, me with a hot tea, him with his coffee. He also called his brothers and told them to pick up some breakfast for the two of us. My order being pancakes, bacon, and more bacon. So, I love bacon.
I take a sip of my tea and meet my man’s serious eyes, though they hold a relaxed glint in them.
“I know you have to go back home, and you’re right, I don’t want to. Not yet, at least. But I will because I agreed to us being an us. Meaning I’ll come home with you when you head out,” I say softly, wanting him to see the truth in my words.
“You sure?” he asks, putting his coffee cup down next to my thigh and moving to stand between my legs.
“Yes.” I nod, putting my own mug down on the other side of me, and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m sure. We’re doing this together, right?”
“Yeah, baby, we’re doing this together.” His lip twitches, and his eyes assess mine.
“Then, as your ol’ lady, I need to be at your side,” I state without hesitation.
“Right.” Blow’s lip twitch turns into a smirk. “Then I hate to say it, baby, but we gotta get back home. Best to leave tonight or first thing in the morning.”
My heart plummets at how soon we’ve got to go. Though I understand why. I just wish I had more time with Chelsea. I’m gonna miss her.
I open my mouth to say something when the sound of bikes can be heard coming down the street.
“Boys are here,” Blow mutters, leans in, and kisses me deeply before pulling away to help me down off the counter. “Not taking any chances.”
With that said, he kisses me once more and goes to open the front door, letting his brothers come inside.
The smell of food hits my nose first, making me drool. Okay, so our sex-a-thon has left me famished. Might say the pregnancy has something to do with it, but still, I’m blaming the sex.
Lucky steps into the kitchen first, giving me a wink. “Hey sugar, how’s it going this morning?” he asks, pointing to the fact I’m only dressed in Blow’s shirt.
Freaking hell.
I try to hide my embarrassment and run a hand down my sides. I at least have panties on.
“Shut it, Luck,” Blow mutters, slapping his brother on the back of his head.
“Ouch, Prez, that fuckin’ hurt,” Lucky whines, but he’s still sporting a shit-eating grin.
I roll my eyes and look to my man to watch him as he moves directly to me. The moment I’m in reach, he wraps his arms around my waist.
“Serves you right, brother,” Blow grunts, pressing a kiss to the side of my head and rests his hand on my stomach.
I’ve found he does this, rest his hand protectively over where our babies are growing.
“So, what’s the word, Prez?” Griz asks, dishing the food out, placing mine in front of me first. He brings his gaze to me briefly and grins. “We made sure they made your bacon the way you like it.”
“Thank you.” I smile brightly. Everyone at the club back home knows just how I like my bacon. I don’t want it chewy, but I don’t want it completely crispy either. It’s got to be in the middle with the right mixture of both. Opening the container, I breathe in the heavenly scent that makes my mouth water and moan.
“Baby, you keep making sounds like that, I’ll have no choice but to carry you back to bed and fuck you again,” Blow murmurs huskily in my ear and plants a kiss right behind said ear.
A shiver shoots through my body, which I’m sure he feels since he starts chuckling. He keeps on chuckling while snagging one of my pieces of bacon.
“Hey,” I snap, not really meaning it, but you don’t touch a woman’s bacon, twisting around slightly to glare at Blow. “That’s mine.”
“Yeah, and you’re mine,” he smirks and takes a bite of the bacon.
Huffing, I roll my eyes. “Don’t make me mad. Remember, I’m carrying your babies, and this is my food. I need every last piece of bacon.”
Okay, so not really, but seriously you don’t take a woman’s bacon.
Damnit.
“Stormy,” he smirks and snags another piece of my bacon.
Glaring at him, I close my container and move out of his grasp. “Since you can’t leave my food alone, I’m going to eat at the table. Away from you.”
Blow chuckles, and as I walk to the table, he wraps an arm around me. “Never going to be away from me,” he says sweetly and presses a kiss to my temple while guiding me to the table. Taking a seat, he pulls me into his lap, keeping an arm wrapped around my waist, his hand on my stomach. I look over my shoulder at him, and he smiles. Boy, does he smile, and it goes straight between my legs. “Told you never going to be away from me.”
What do you say to that? I know I’m not about to. Nope, I’m going to enjoy sitting here and letting him talk to his boys.
Lucky takes a seat at the table and starts digging into his food before asking, “So what’s the plan, Prez?”
“We’re gonna head home either tonight or first thing in the morning,” Blow announces, his fingers stroking my stomach.
I don’t know if he’s doing it intentionally or not, but it’s nice either way.
“Thank fuck,” Lucky mutters, nodding. “The sooner I get the hell away from Chelsea, the better.”
“Brother, you’re just saying that because she busted your balls for trying it on with you,” Switchblade states, nonchalantly, and throws a piece of bread at Lucky. “You know better than to try and go there with Chelsea. Think of what might happen if you piss her off in bed.”
“Fuck, I don’t even want to think about that shit.” Lucky shudders, winces. “That woman is nuts.”
“Hey,” I snap, coming to Chelsea’s defense. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”
“Sorry, Storm, but it’s true. She’s a total terror who’s Hell on wheels.” Griz chuckles and takes a bite of his pancakes. “So, we leave tonight or in the morning. Which is going to be best?”
“Leave tonight, sleep tomorrow, and head out for that run the day after,” Switchblade states, stabbing the last of his food.
I glance between Blow and his men. I know them talking club business is none of mine, but this run sounds important. I take in Blow’s expression and know the truth. It is.
“If you want to go tonight, it’s okay with me.” The words slip out before I even know it.
Blow’s eyes snap to mine, and they seem to be assessing me. “You sure?”
“Yes, like I said earlier. My place is at your side, and you’ve got to take care of club business,” I mutter, shrugging. “I just need to pack up my things, it’s not much, but I did pick up some things along the way—enough to fill the back seat of my car.”
“Right, well, we’re going to have to trailer my bike, cause you ain’t driving all night long, and since we need to do that, we gotta go get a new vehicle. One that can pull a bike trailer behind it,” he announces and looks to his brothers. “Which one of you is gonna drive Storm’s car back?”
My heart skips a beat at Blow’s question. For a moment there, I thought he was going to tell me we had to trade my car in.
“I’ll drive it,” Torch grumbles gruffly.
“Then we better get this shit on the road. I wanna be on the way by nine,” Blow mutters, rubbing his hand along my stomach. He presses a kiss to the side of my head, and I finish my breakfast in order to do as he says. Get shit on the road.
It’s time to go home.
CHAPTER 11
BLOW
Three Weeks Later . . .
Never in my wildest dreams would I have known my life would change the way it has. Bringing my woman back from Colorado, I ended up buying a large SUV, big enough for when the triplets are born. I still can’t believe Storm and I are having three kids rather than one.
Since getting back, I have done my best to keep Storm near me as much as possible. I’ve heard the bullshit stories that have happened with some of the ol’ ladies from the Franklin Charter and the National Charter. I don’t intend to let anything happen to mine. Fuck that.
Storm’s been good about this mainly because she’s working on her computer throughout the day. I hadn’t realized she’d published a book and was working on another one. I couldn’t be prouder of her for doing something she loves. This is also great because it means she can do what she loves, and I can protect her all at the same time without her being far from me.
The only downfall I’ve noticed is the fact Storm’s not exactly thrilled with the Fallen Harlots. She knows they have their purpose here, and I’m not about to partake in what they offer. I don’t need that shit.
As a surprise for my woman, I made a call to Grinder to get his take on what he thought of his cousin moving out here. Figured having Chelsea around will not only make Storm happy, but she’ll also have her best friend close by. Grinder agreed with the stipulation that we watch over her. Not a problem since she’s family. We’re not about to let shit happen to any of those we think of as our own.
Chelsea’s supposed to be here any day now, and Storm doesn’t have a clue she’s coming to live here. My brothers do, however, and if it wasn’t for their love for Storm, they’d be pissed. They all know the shit the two women are capable of when together. I’ll have to make sure to put my foot down on their antics and make sure they know not to fuck around with the brothers.
Everyone else—fair game. Way I see it, they can’t handle something two women dish out, then they don’t belong.
“Hey,” Storm says, earning my attention as she wraps her arms around my neck.
This morning I left her to sleep in after we didn’t go to sleep until late. Mainly because I’d been deep inside her for most of the night. I’d woken up and came into the main room of the clubhouse to drink my coffee and eat. Storm’s mom and Sniper have been staying at the club since they’ve missed their daughter. Rain’s also a mother hen and loves taking care of, as she puts it, her boys. Since she made cinnamon buns—not little ones but huge ones and bacon, I decided to eat before the rest got up.
The only ones up this early didn’t get drunk off their asses and need to sleep one-off.
