A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7) (2 page)

This is Tread’s story and how he found A Rebel Love.
Brotherhood, respect and loyalty…Marc ‘Tread’ Adams has those things. Nights of meaningless sex, he has those too. The one thing Tread doesn’t have is love—love doesn’t exist in his life. He wants that ride or die love. He’s searching for that can’t eat, can’t sleep love. The parties, the girls, the empty bottles—they have meant nothing to him. Maybe he is looking in the wrong places, seeing the wrong faces and traveling the wrong roads. 
Christa ‘Buttercup’ Franklin fell in love with a boy who grew into a man she swore to hate. Nothing good would ever come from The Black Rebel Riders’ MC in her eyes. As far as she was concerned, everything they touched turned to shit. However, things change and so do people. What will Christa do when she has to depend on the kind of man she swore she’d never love to save her life?
Grady ‘Truth’ Williams has always been content with the life he leads, but Truth has never been in love, until now. He craves someone he shouldn’t harbor feelings for. Lines become blurred between brotherhood and desire, creating an internal war he isn’t ready to fight. 
Amy ‘Peaches’ Mathers is a club girl; so why should she feel she is any different from the rest. She has always been told, “you get what you give,” but she never intended to fall in love with a patched brother. Especially one who is in love with another. Amy has a choice to make…she can run from her feelings or fight with everything she has to claim the man who has stolen her heart. 
The Black Rebel Riders’ MC Series continues to ride free or die trying. Are you ready to ride? 

***This book contains mature sexual situations***

Chapter 1

Liberty

6 years ago

I can’t be far enough to show. I rub my stomach, trying to convince myself I only have the shapely curve of being thick in the middle. I pull out my phone and backtrack my last period on the calendar.
No
, I shake my head, unable to believe it. I have the flu, it’s not possible. I must have food poisoning or something and yet I haven’t been able to eat much of anything for the past two weeks.

Deep down I know my body is changing. I know I need to find out for sure before Tread starts suspecting anything. I’m freaking out on the inside, but as he comes up behind me, I put my mask on and pretend nothing is wrong.

He’s getting ready to head out on a run, he’ll be away for three days easy, giving me time to take the test and make some important choices.

He gets a handful of my thick butt and kisses my neck. “I don’t know if I can stay away for the next few days. You drive me wild.” He licks the shell of my ear with his heated breath.

I shove my worry to the deepest corners of my mind and give my dirty biker a proper send off. He has my clothes puddled by our feet in no time. He’s already in the buff from just getting out of the shower. I love looking at him while he’s naked. He’s not a hulk of a man, but he is tall nearing six feet. Both of his well-defined muscular arms are fully sleeved in colorful tattoos, that spread across the span of his chest and his back. I love tracing them with my fingers when he cradles me in his hold in our bed every night.

His erection begins to grow as he rubs against my backside. The tip of his cock slides between the cheeks of my ass as I brace my palms against the kitchen counter. His tattooed knuckles grip my shoulder as he continues to tease the back of my wet slit. I’m always ready for him. I shove my hips back, begging for him to push all the way in.

Instead, he yanks on my hair and growls. “Gonna be without this pussy for a few days Libby. I want to take ye slow. I want to open you up so wide. Go so fuckin deep, you’ll be so fucking full of my dick, you’ll feel me into next week.”

Nimble fingers tease at the hood of my clit. He spreads my pussy lips and gathers my cream, spreading it over the head of his cock. My nipples are beaded into pearly tips.

“Goddamn, my dirty girl is ready to get down aren’t you?”

“Always,” I moan while wishing he’d turn me around and give some attention to my girls. He knows I love having my tits sucked.

The warmth of his body leaves me as he steps away.

“Don’t move Libby, gonna take your picture so I can look at you on my phone every night I’m away and know what I got waiting for me.”

I know better than to tell him no, he’d just take the picture anyway. He has before.

The shutter clicks a few times. I glance back over my shoulder at him.

“Fuck you look perfectly fuckable.”

“Then bring that big dick over here and get to it,” I demand. He just stares at me, his green eyes intense, as he strokes his length.

“Goddamn
!” I swear. Tread has a
beautiful
dick. I never thought a penis could be pretty until I saw his. It’s not too long and not too thick, it’s just right. He fits in my mouth, hitting me right at the back of my throat without gagging me. He has a freckle right under his perfect mushroom head. When he pisses me off I call him spotted dick. He doesn’t find my nickname nearly as amusing as I do.

His eyes are on mine as I spin around to face him with my phone in my hand. “It’s only fair I get a picture too,” I tell him, not revealing that I am actually recording him. I love technology. “Show me whatcha you plan on doing to get yourself off to my picture while you’re away.”

His eyes grow dark with need as I take two steps forward. His teeth dig into his top lip, skimming the velvety skin, as he tightens his hold around his girth. He’s so fucking sexy to watch. His fist pumps faster as his purple head begins to play peekaboo with his hand.  Precum drips onto the floor and my tongue darts out wishing he was cumming in my mouth already. I love the taste of him on my tongue.

My phone is still trained on his midsection capturing every second of the show.

Tread realizes I am filming with a wicked glint in his eye. “Forget the picture, we’re gonna make a goddamn movie, Libby!”

He stalks toward me in three heavy strides, grabbing me around the waist. His strong muscles are hard against the soft pillow of my tummy.

“Oh no we aren’t.” I hit the stop record button and lay my phone back onto the counter as he lifts me onto the dark granite.

He kisses me roughly. “But I need it for the road woman.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?”

He grabs my heated core as he steps between my parted thighs. “This pretty little pussy is all mine, don’t
ever
forget it.” His fingers roam over my lips, spreading me open. Tread is down on his knees now. His eyes are dancing with desire. He has my smartphone, shoving it into my hand. “I’m gonna devour this tasty pussy and I want it on video. If you don’t I won’t let you come,” he threatens and promises, it’s one in the same with him. Tread loves to be in control of my orgasm. It turns me on too.

I do as he wants, my pussy is pulsing and my blood is humming through my veins, he has me so damn hot and ready. With my head thrown back against the oak cabinet, I hook my knees over his shoulders and aim my camera below. Tread blows on my clit before capping his mouth over my fevered nub. An appreciative moan escapes his busy mouth. He sucks my delicate skin between his teeth, grazing me slightly with a nibble.

My free hand is gripping his wet, tousled light brown hair as I ride his face. With his tongue in my pussy and his finger in my ass he manages to take the phone. I give it willingly so I can concentrate on staying upright.

Who knows if we are still recording, I don’t rightly care at this point. I’m chasing my orgasm.

Tread

My Libby is up on the counter with her hot cunt in my face. She has the thickest ass. I love getting a handful or mouthful of her butt cheeks. Long, dark hair frames her face and spills across her chest hiding her ample breasts. Her plump lips are pouted into a perfect O, as her hazel eyes roll back in her head.

  Her sweetness coats my mouth, dripping down my chin.
Fuck
, she is a hot little number. I still can’t believe she decided to be
mine
. When we got together I knew she’d be a hell of a time. I didn’t have any plans for a future when I met her. When she agreed to come home with me, I was over the goddamn moon. She loves sex as much as I do and she has a smart mouth on her that I love to set off.

I have her phone in my hand getting a close-up of my tongue fucking her juicy pussy. Her tender heat is so swollen and pink, pulsing with need. Her knees squeeze against my ears tight and I know she is close, but I don’t want her cumming until we are cumming together. There is no greater feeling than the sensation of her orgasm washing over my dick as my hot spunk spurts inside her.

If we keep this shit up, we’ll be making babies before long. The thought should have me running, but it has me wanting to yank her down in the floor and fuck her fast and hard, until I spill my seed deep in her womb. Her legs begin to tremble as her chest shudders with her ragged breathing. I pull back and tell her, “not yet dirty girl.”

“Please Tread,” she whispers against my mouth after I’ve pushed her legs off me and raised up to kiss her. Fuck this phone. I lay it on the counter next to us and help her down. “Bend over the table,” I tell her, leading her to the middle of the small eat-in-kitchen.

She does as I want, sticking her ass up and ready to be fucked. My balls are tight, aching to smack up against her skin. I beat the head of my dick against her ass crack as more precum leaks out. She pants my name among other choice words as I ease into her. The gates to heaven open for me as I slide in her velvety hole. I still as I fill her to the hilt. Her pussy is gripping my cock so tight. I want to feel like this every goddamn day. It’s a high unlike any other. I love the way her pussy curves to my dick. Our bodies were made to be joined.

Sliding out an inch I am already ready to cum. This position isn’t doing it for me either though. I want her bouncing on my cock while I play with her titties. She loves when I take her pink tender buds into my mouth and suck them into hardened little peaks.

I pull out and she whimpers at the lost connection. “Bed,” I grunt, unable to express any other words. With her hand in mine I yank her into me and take her in my arms. Her leg hitches around my waist and I can’t take it. My dick slides against her slick heat and her fingers come down and guide me in. I slam her back into the wall and pull her other smooth leg up.

I feel like an animal in the wild as I pump in and out of her. Her arms are latched around my neck, her nails dig into me and I welcome the scratches as she claws me.

“Oh,
fuck
, Marc, I want you to cum in me.”

Her words are all the encouragement I need. Our lips are smashing together as my frantic tongue darts out to connect with hers. My breathing is labored from the exertion. Her panted breaths match my own. I feel her nectar from the Gods as it blankets my dick and I am a goner. My sperm shoots inside of her like a fucking rocket blasting into outer space.

We slide down to the floor and try to come back down from our cloud.

Stone is beating on the door ready to ride out and all I can think is I can’t wait to come back to this—to Libby.

Before Liberty, I’d jump at the chance to go on a run. But each time I walk out that door I find it harder and harder to leave.

Liberty

Who knew that peeing on a white plastic stick could change everything?  Tread and me are usually careful. At least I
thought
we were. I take my birth control religiously.  After seeing the shit that went down with Diamond, Striker, and Baby—I knew I never wanted to deal with that drama. No way man, dirty diapers and broken hearts—not my scene. A baby only stands to complicate life. Babies are demanding. They need constant care. I do well to take care of myself.

How in the hell can I be responsible for a defenseless child? This life isn’t for kids. The partying, the road, and the danger, it isn’t safe here. Rumor has beat that fact into all our heads every chance she gets. I don’t get that chick. She hates the biker life, but refuses to give it up. Me on the other hand, I love the club and Tread. I never thought I would want anything different for myself, other than a sexy, tattooed God on a motorcycle.

But now, as I stare down at a pink plus sign, I know my plans have changed.  Being with Tread has been cool, but I don’t even know how he really feels about me, about us. When Striker told me to tell Baby that Tread was claiming me, I allowed myself to get my hopes up. A part of me wished he had, even if it was only for show, but he didn’t. I kept waiting for him to make a display of saying I was his
forever
, but he never spoke the words. I kept waiting, only to be given the performance of a lifetime, a real Shakespearean tragedy. 

Diamond carried out her idiotic scheme and it cost her everything, it killed her. Not that I don’t believe the girl had that bullet coming, but
damn,
life is so fragile. Why she thought she could play Striker into believing she was having a miscarriage, when she wasn’t even pregnant, I’ll never really know. We were close in the intimate ways of sex, but she didn’t confide in me, the why of her scheme. Not entirely. I knew she wanted to be a
Top Bitch
, an
Old Lady
, it’s what I have hoped for too.

It leads me to thinking about our relationship, mine and Tread’s, and where we are headed—nowhere.

Tread isn’t serious about me. We have amazing sex, but is that all we share? When we got together we were both all about a good time. I was running from anything that screamed commitment and responsibility. And now look at me—I’m
pregnant
. Can’t get more responsible and committed than that.

“
Pregnant
,” I roll the word on my tongue, wondering how in the hell I can tell him. I don’t want him under the impression that I am trying to trap him and suck him under. I don’t want him thinking I am just like Diamond.

What she did is all too fresh. For all I know Tread might think Diamond and me planned this shit together. Her blood is barely dry on the floor at the Roadhouse after she tried to kill Baby and trick Striker.

No
, I
can’t
tell him. 

I
won’t
.

I have to get out of here.

I have to let him go.

Tread isn’t ready to claim me and he sure as hell isn’t ready for the role of daddy. He loves the road too much…he lives for the thrill of the ride.

I thought I did too, but now, I live for the love I feel for the life growing inside my womb. I need and want more than Tread can give. He isn’t ready and it’s not like he is offering me anything more than hot sex.

He’ll be here any minute and I have to pretend that I’m not dying a little on the inside. I have to pretend his baby isn’t growing inside of me. I have to look him in the eyes and lie about my love for him. If I don’t he will always resent me.