A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7) (12 page)

Chapter 13

Amy

“What do you want from me Amy?”

“Does it matter Grady?” I shake my head and throw my hands up. “Girls like me…we don’t get what we want.”

“I want to tell you that I love you, but my kind of love isn’t simple. It’s the kind of love that eats away at your soul. I want to own you. I want to fuck you until the break of dawn. But most of all—I just fucking
want you
,” he blurts out the words I want to hear but wasn’t prepared for. “The way I feel about you scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt this way. It’s killing me! I’m torn between
loving
you and
wanting
him!”  He is tugging at his hair and pulling it down. The dark waves spill across his shoulders and I want nothing more than to go to him and run my fingers through it.  I want to say that his words make everything okay, but I can’t. Life isn’t as simple as an
I love you
said in fear.

“So fucking
tell him
, fuck him, love him, or get him out of your damn system before saying you
love me
!”  I can’t do this with him. I zip my bag and turn my back to him, with my heart bleeding on the floor.

I glance once over my shoulder before walking to the door. Grady is staring at the floor with his mouth gaping wide open. Maybe the words I said were harsh, but they were
true
, and he
needed
to hear them. As much as this is killing me, it’s for the best. I won’t be his easy lay any longer. Even I deserve better than that.

I swing the door to the apartment open, coming face to face with Tread’s hand as he is preparing to knock. He gives me five across the eyes, hard.
Damn,
that stung. I can’t hold in my tears as I cry out in shock and pain. If it didn’t hurt, I could probably laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“
Fuck
, I’m sorry Amy.
Damn
girl.” He pulls me in for a hug as I try to blink. A black dot floats across my eye.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Truth comes shoving from behind.

“
Goddamn, it was an accident
!” I shriek. “He didn’t hurt me on purpose. Which is more than I can say for
you
.”

Tread is looking between the lot of us, not knowing what is going on. Doesn’t matter though. He’ll find out soon enough. Truth can’t keep hiding who he is. He kisses my eyelid and Truth goes off.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” He jerks on my arm pulling me out of Tread’s grip.

Tread shoves him back. “The fuck is your problem man?”

Truth stays silent, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.

“Truth wants your ass, and I can’t keep pretending
we’re
something
we’re
not,” I state the cold, hard truth. “Can I crash in your guest room until I figure out where I want to go?”

He scratches his five o’clock shadow as Grady’s face turns from a scowl to a grimace. “Sure darlin’, but ain’t nobody touching my ass.
Fuck man
, my dick doesn’t get hard for ass play.” He punches Truth in the shoulder, kisses my cheek and laughs, blowing it off. “We got club shit to discuss, so if you two can put your dirt aside—I have a solution to our problem. And I have a friend who needs Amy’s help.”

“
No problem
,” Truth grits out through clenched teeth.

“
Fine
,” I relent looking anywhere but at Truth’s betrayed expression.

Christa

I don’t know what I’m doing here or why I agreed to this. Looking around Marc’s place, I wonder if he lives with someone. There is obviously the touch of a woman through the rooms. There is
no way
he picked out the floral décor. Did he love her? Does he still? I can tell whoever she was or is no longer lives here the more I look around. The telltale signs of a man on his own are apparent at the spill stains on the rug and the watermarks on the table. Ashes and empty bottles line the kitchen counter.  I’m fighting the urge to clean it for him. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be here, but he was right. I can’t dance and I need his help. I have no idea what I am getting myself into.

And now he knows my family secret. He knows the truth, that my brother is a part of this fucked up family, club, or whatever the
fuck
they are. I don’t know what to do. Maybe Tread is right, maybe I should tell my brother who his father was. Maybe then he will get this chip off his shoulder. The one he carries around because my dad could never accept him.

I’ve tried so hard to keep him away from this world, but it seems it doesn’t matter. It was bound to catch up with us eventually, and now it has.

A few weeks ago, I never would have guessed I’d be in Marc’s living room waiting for a stripper to teach me some moves. I feel like an idiot. This whole deal is fucked up and awkward.

But what choice do I have?

I can’t walk away.

Not this time.

The stakes are too high.

Tread

Fuck it all to hell. I didn’t know Truth was into dick. My dick
. Fuck. Goddamn motherfucker. Damn it all to hell.
What am I supposed to do with that shit? I don’t have a problem with him swinging both ways. I just never thought about it really. Never had to until now.

Could I be with a man?

With Truth?

Could I go there?

Would I go there?

Fuck if I know, I’ve always said I’d try anything once
. And thank the fuck, I don’t have time to worry about it right now. Christa is waiting for me and club business comes before all else.

Truth and Amy are following me silently to my trailer. Amy can teach Christa to dance, so she won’t have to step foot back in that club. Grim told me what she went through. Shit is fucked up. He signed off on my plan. Now just to implement the damn thing.

I get introductions out of the way quickly, leaving out the fact that Christa’s little brother, JT is Rebel’s half-brother. That secret isn’t mine to share.  If Christa tells him the truth, I am going to sponsor him and bring him into the fold. I’ll bring him home where he belongs. Rebel just might get the chance to prove he knows how to be a blood brother after all.

Grim proposed that the club will catch up the mortgage on Christa’s family home, if she scopes out shit on Lenny and Perry for us. Seeing how Perry lives at her grandmother’s it shouldn’t be that hard for her.

She doesn’t need to be a Vegas Showgirl or a detective. She just needs enough skill to get what we need—the layout of the floor plan and who comes and goes.

Amy agrees to help, reluctantly. I hope whatever this shit is between her Truth, they get the fuck over it and soon! They are sitting on opposite sides of the room. Tension is radiating in the middle of them.

I send Christa and Amy to an empty bedroom to get started while I fill Truth in.

“Think this shit will work?”

“Don’t see why it wouldn’t.” I shrug.

“You trust her?” He hooks his thumb towards the bedroom.

“Don’t really have a choice. One-off is getting his patch, and we need to put these fuckers in the ground, before shit gets any bigger.”

Before I can get into what is brewing with him and Amy my phone rings again. Same unknown number.
Fuck it
. “Speak.”

“Tre-Tread,” a familiar voice trembles on the line.

“Well,
what the fuck do you want
? Been a few years. This better be good. I’m busy.” 

“I’m sorry,” she sobs ending the call.

Damn
, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, she caught me off-guard. My heart is hammering in my chest when the fact that she was crying hits me.

Truth is staring at me with a questioning look as I try to return her call.

“Liberty,” I mouth her name.

His brows raise and he goes to check on the girls, allowing me a moment of privacy.

I don’t know what she wants, could she be back? I don’t know but stranger things have happened—like Truth being attracted to me.

Liberty

He hates me. I should have known. What was I thinking?

I came all this way and he won’t even take my call.

My phone rings back and I know it’s him. Should I even bother with answering? He said he was busy, but if ever there was a good reason, his son, is pretty damn important.

“He—hello.”

“Look, I didn’t mean to snap, you took me by surprise is all. It’s been a few years. I wasn’t expecting to hear your voice.” He sounds more calm.

Kyler is playing on the slides as I watch from a bench.
Deep breaths. I got this.
“I know you are probably wondering why I am calling, now, after all this time, but I need you Marc. I’m in trouble.”

He stays silent. He’s brooding.
I know him
.

“And just what is it you think I can do for you? You didn’t want shit all to do with me the last time we spoke.”

God
this is hard. “Can I come to you? I need to talk to you, in person.”

“Where are you? I’ll come to you.”

“I’m in town. At the grade school playground.”

“I’ll see you in twenty.” The line goes dead and my stomach hits the ground.

Tread is coming.

Kyler is going to meet his dad.

I’ve dreamed about this moment for six years.

This moment has haunted me.

What will they think of one another?

Will Tread accept him?

Can he forgive me?

I never thought I would be here, doing this.  When I walked away from Tread I swore to myself that I would never come back, but here we are, Kyler and me.

I walk over to Kyler and tell him it’s time. I told him on the way here that this is where his real dad lives. I don’t want there to be any confusion, and I am tired of lying to my son, and myself.

Our days of being afraid end here.

My days of running are over.

Today is the day I really begin to live.

I’ve had an ache inside me since I last saw Tread.

I’ll never forget the day I left. He was hurt by my words, but he didn’t ask me to stay. He watched me walk away. And now I’m back and hoping like hell that this time around, we can both get things right.

Chapter 14

Amy

Lord help me!
This chick can’t dance for shit. She has the body, but the rhythm? She has
no
damn rhythm. I’m no pro, but if I can’t teach her some basic moves, no one can.

“So tell me how do you know Tread?”  I start asking questions trying to get her to loosen up. She is so damn tense and rigid.

“We dated briefly.” She waves it off.

“Now that
is
interesting. When was this?” Tread doesn’t date. “Go on tell me. I gotta hear this. You got anything good on him? You know ball-busting stories.”

Her cheeks blush. “Not really. It was years ago. Another lifetime ago, it seems.” She purses her lips wanting to say more.

I keep quiet, shuffling through the music, giving her time to come around.

“Are you with him?” she finally gets the courage to ask.

“Why, you interested in him?” I don’t know this chick from Adam. I don’t know what her intentions are. Tread is my friend and I am going to look out for him. And for some reason I don’t like the thought that she might want him.

“No, just curious. His lifestyle…isn’t for me. I could never, no offense. It’s why we didn’t work before.”

“No, I sort of date Truth. Tall, dark, and sexy in there. Well at least I was. I don’t know what we are.” I don’t elaborate further. I’m not comfortable sharing my business with a stranger, even if Tread trusts her.

“How about this song?” I put on The Weekend. “Bend your knees and shake your arms. You have to loosen up.”

I stand behind her and help guide her hips to the beat of the music. She giggles.

“Look girl, I’m not trying to get fresh with you. You’re hot and all, but I got my own shit going on,” I tease. She has a lean and fit body. But she isn’t my type.

Truth comes nosing with a grin on his face at the sight of us dancing together. I try to ignore him, but he just looks so wounded and I want to heal the hurt I have caused, but then I remember why I am mad at him.

“You’re just club pussy, no one special.” 
I hear his voice echo in my thoughts.

Truth

Damn
, Amy is rubbing all over this Christa bitch. Makes me pop one hell of a chubby.  Amy glares at me. I know I fucked up with her. I need to fix us. I just don’t know
how
.

She had to run her mouth to Tread. I just hope like
hell
he didn’t take her for serious.  I don’t want shit to be awkward. I never planned on acting on my feelings for him. It was one night. One I
wanted
to keep buried down deep. I’ll never forget the night I had him, but I’m
okay
with it being
all
we will
ever
have.
I am
… Shit will ruin my friendship with him. I don’t want to lose that.

But I don’t want to lose Amy more. She’s mine. I’m hers. There’s no one else for me.

She orders me to get a chair from the kitchen. I grab it and try not to overhear Tread’s phone call with Liberty. Hard telling what she could want. She’s been gone a long motherfuckin’ time. I didn’t even know they’ve kept in touch. Tread refuses to talk about her. She cut him deep. His lips are pinched but I can see a smile hiding behind his eyes. Not my business. I return to the girls.

“Put it right here.” Amy points. “Now sit.” I do as she wants. She turns her attention back to her pupil. “Alright, I am going to show you a proper lap dance and then you can try.”

I rub my palms together. I’m going to enjoy this. Tread will be sorry he is missing this shit. No one can dance like Amy. She can work a man up in seconds. The woman has skill.

Amy doesn’t meet my eyes as she crosses the room to where I am sitting. She is all business. Standing behind me, she runs her fingers through my hair and yanks hard, before shoving my head to the side roughly.

Yeah, she is pissed at me. But that’s okay. I like it when she gets rough. Her hands roam my arms, her touch is airy and light. Her soft breasts are pressed against the back of my neck, and I wish I was burying my face in her cleavage.

Coming around the chair she bends over, shaking that fine ass in my face. My girl, is so motherfucking sexy. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Why do I push her away
? She dances around me, teasing my cock. Her hips swing, seducing me with every thrust.

I grab her hips to pull her into my lap, but she quickly pushes away, spinning around and shaking her head and wagging her finger at me. “No touching.” She smirks.
Fuck!
I need to touch her, now.

Her blonde hair moves with her hips, beautiful.

Christa is watching, taking mental notes. I had almost forgotten that she’s here.

Amy dances around me, her body brushing against mine in a whisper of things to come. I need her, now. 

Finally, she puts me out of my misery and straddles my lap, bouncing her pussy against my crotch. Her hands are around my neck, her breasts teasing my mouth. I flick her lips with my tongue and she grins, screwing her lips into a perfect pout. So fucking kissable.

I just want to drop her onto the floor and fuck her. Christa watching be damned. Maybe she will learn a little more.

I think about doing exactly that as I nut all in my fucking jeans, like a damn horny schoolboy.

Goddamn
. 

I’m going to make her
mine
.

I don’t want to
fight
.

I don’t want to
lust
after shit that will
never
come to pass with Tread.

I’m ready to be
a man
.

I’m ready to be
Amy’s man
, if she’ll have me.

The thought that she is through with me terrifies me, but her lips come down against mine, and I know we’ll be okay.

“Maybe I should give you two a moment,” Christa excuses herself to the bathroom.

I don’t even check to see if she has gone. I wrap my arms around my sexy little Peaches and swear I am going to love her.

I’m going to be good to her.

No one will
ever
hurt her again.

I’ll make
damn
sure of it.

“
Fuck Peaches
, you made me cum. Now take off those jeans so I can get lost in your pussy. I gotta have ye now and forever.”

I kiss her hard, not able to get enough of her.  Her heart is racing; I can feel the tempo of her heartbeat against my chest.

“I’m gonna fuck ye fast. Then I’m gonna take ye slow. Then I’m gonna repeat making love to you every-goddamn-day for the rest of my life.” I lower her to the floor and get lost in the love she shows me in her eyes and between her heavenly thighs.