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

Nash (Striker)

“Honey, I’m home,” I call out to Karly and the kids as I enter the kitchen through the garage.

I have to do a double take. There is
no way
Liberty is sitting at
my
kitchen counter having a glass of wine with
my
wife.

“Please, tell me I am seeing things.”  Shaking my head, I look again. Nope, still here.
Fuck
. This is bad,
real fucking bad
.  “What’s she doing here?” No reason to beat around the bush.

“Nash is it?” Liberty approaches me, taking care to be cautious. If she puts my family in
jeopardy
, she’ll have
hell
to pay.

But now that I see her up close, it seems she has
paid
it already. Makeup covers faint bruising on her face and her arms have fingerprints imprinted all the way down to her wrists.

“Damn, are you alright?” I look past her to my world and raise my brows. 

Karly shrugs indifferent.
Yup
, this is bad. And I am about to get royally pissed.

“Someone better start explaining.
Fast
,” I threaten.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.” Liberty is already backpedaling.

“No, you shouldn’t have, but here you are, so get on with it. What do you want?”

“Just enough cash and a car to get me and my son away from my husband. I need to get home, to Drag Creek. Ba—Karly invited Kyler and me for the night. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, that is if you can help me.”

“Anyone else know you are here?” She shakes her head no. “Good. How’d you find us?”

She shrugs. “By accident or fate, I’m not sure which, but I checked in at the women’s center a few days ago and today we crossed paths.”

I want to believe her, but who is to say she isn’t full of shit. Then again, there was a time she stepped up for us and I
owe
her. I
owe
her a lot. If Liberty hadn’t told me what that whore, Diamond, was planning, Karly might not have ever taken me back. We might not be here today with two beautiful children.

I look around the kitchen at the good life I am able to provide my family with.  Our house isn’t huge but it’s new and nicely furnished. My kids have everything they need and most of the time I am able to give them what they want, Karly too. I know we have to help her.

“Why are you going back to DC?”

“Tread’s there. I thought...” She shakes her head. “I don’t know what I thought, but he has a son. He can protect our son.”

Fuck
. Poor bastard has no clue what is about to land on his steps. I’ve been in his shoes. If anything, if she
is
telling the truth, I’ll get her there, for him. So my best friend can meet his son. When Karly denied me of my rights as Cole’s father it killed me. This is going to fuck Tread’s world up. God save her, he’s going to want to kill her for this. To be a fly on the wall when Tread lays eyes on the pair of them, Liberty
and
Kyler.

Damn
, I miss my best friend.  How can I begrudge my wife getting to see one of her only real friends for a day? I can’t. I look at the two of them as they swap stories about the kids. I don’t think Liberty is here to hurt us, but
fuck,
will she keep our secret?

I don’t know, but I have to hope. I have to keep faith that it was meant for her and Karly to cross paths for whatever reason today. It just goes to show me that it’s a small world, and there’ll
always
be someone out there that knows
who
and
where
we are. And the faster I get Liberty what she wants and away from here, the safer my family will be.

Chapter 7

Drag Creek

Amy

“Yo, Amy!” Roberta yells my name as she comes back in from her smoke break. “Your tall, dark, and sexy is waiting outside on his Harley.
Damn
, if I was twenty years younger. What I wouldn’t give for a ride.” She shakes her head. Her salt ‘n pepper gray hair falls out of the poorly secured bun she has it arranged in.

“I can ask him to take you down the street and back. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” I offer. Truth is a sweetheart.

“Darling that’s cute, but I didn’t mean the
bike
.” She winks and starts counting out my drawer for the night. I giggle and blush. Roberta is a crazy bitch and I love her dearly. I couldn’t make it through this crap job at the gas station without her.

I make some money on the side being a club girl at the Roadhouse, but not enough to get me out of this dead-end wasteland. The guys at the club treat me right though. I spend most of my time with Grady, or as most know him, ‘
Truth
.’ He treats me real nice. Always picks me up from work, anytime I ask. Never questions anything I ask,
EVER
. He’s my best friend and I am his number one fuck.

“You’re crazy,” I tease and laugh. I can’t wait to tell Truth about his admirer.

“Why do you think Cal likes me so damn much? I keep him on his toes. I could teach you a thing or two that’d have your biker boy out there begging for a taste.”

“I think I’ll be alright.” I try
damn hard
not to even begin to imagine what she is suggesting. “Am I good to go?”

“Yeah baby, everything looks good. Now go fuck that sexy thing and come back tomorrow and tell me all about it,” she tells me not even bothering to look up as she finishes banding the twenties and fifties, for the money bag.

If she only knew the things I do with Truth and his friend Tread. I could probably make Roberta blush, and that
is
saying something. I go into the employee bathroom and change into a long sleeved tee. The night air on the back of a Harley can get chilly.

“Night Berta,” I call as I walk out the back door.

Truth is resting against his bike smoking a joint. His dark hair is knotted on his head in a man-bun. He’s trimmed his beard since I last saw him this morning. His black leather pants give him a sexy edge. He appears dangerous, mysterious even, but he’s a sweetheart.

“You ready to bounce?” He asks snuffing out his Mary Jane.

“Yeah, you got a new admirer. Berta thinks you are the ‘
Bees Knees’
and wouldn’t mind if you took her for a ride.” I wiggle my brows and run my hand over his crotch.

“Don’t be teasing me woman, unless you want it right here, right now,” he states ruggedly in a matter of fact.

I can feel him hardening already at the thought.

“Damn, sweetheart, you make a man think.” He grins and runs his cold hands up the front of my shirt, snapping at my bra.

“I think I’ll wait until we get inside,” I coo, shivering from his icy touch.

“Then what are you waiting on.” He straddles his bike and I get on the bitch seat. Sometimes it is just Truth and me partying alone, but most nights Tread joins in or just watches. He
loves
to watch. Sometimes he brings Heather with him. I don’t even think she likes pussy, but that doesn’t stop her from licking mine for Tread. I think she has her hopes set on him, but Tread isn’t the kind of brother to take a whore for his old lady.

He’d take Truth first. Which means it’ll never happen. He isn’t that kind of man either. But a girl can fantasize.

My panties are soaked thinking about getting between Truth and Tread. If only they would touch.  I have envisioned the three of us kissing and touching at the same time
so
many times. I masturbate to the fantasy often. Two tall, strong walls of tattooed muscle on either side of me,
yes please
.

He fires up the engine and my ass begins to vibrate.  
God
, I love this feeling. I wrap my arms around Grady tight, teasing at his waistband as he drives.  We play this game often.  My head is snug against his back shielded from the air and the bugs. I learned my lesson when I tried to lick his ear once and received a mouthful of gnats.

When we get to the Roadhouse, Tread is blown away and horny. Imagine that.  I am catching a buzz from the smoke rolling from his clothes. “Hey you…you alright?” I ask unsure of his mood. I’ve seen him blazing wild many times but you never know with him which way his behavior will lean. Tread can be quite demanding, mean, and bossy when he wants to be.

“A-Okay. Why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly.” He tries to give me a thumbs up three times before giving up and laughing until his bloodshot eyes water.

“I think we should put this one to bed,” I tell Truth.

Before he can say anything, Tread is on me, hands fumbling. He is grabby and challenging. Truth tries to step in but it is clear Tread isn’t having it. “Come on Peaches… give me what I’ve been sitting here waiting on. Fast and loud darlin’.” He yelps like a wolf, “Ow, ow awoohoo.” His dimples pop out with his howling.

Truth shakes his head with a shrug. He scratches his beard. “Come on man, why don’t you go home and sleep it off.”

“Don’t be a cock block.” Tread shoves Truth back sending him into a table and works on the button of my jeans.  “You’ve not put your mark on her. Just because you fuck her over everyone else around here don’t mean you own her,” he hollers over his shoulder.

Shit
! I don’t want them to fight. I hold a hand out to Truth letting him know it’s fine. He doesn’t seem all too pleased with Tread’s assessment. His face is hard and his eyes cold. I know Truth cares about me, but we don’t have that kind of relationship.

He’s never told me not to be with anyone else, even though I am the only girl he seems to take to bed.  I try to keep myself in check and remind myself often enough that Truth doesn’t love me. It doesn’t stop me from developing deeper feelings for him though.

Tread on the other hand, that fucker is wild and loves a good time. He has a smorgasbord of pussy weekly. He’s like the Baskin Robbins taste tester, tasting thirty-one flavors of pussy.  He’s a good time and I know he is important to my man.
My man
, how I wish it were true.

I glance around the bar; most of the other girls are occupied for the night. Guess that is why Tread’s so damn eager. He normally has his fun with Heather or Nona. Sometimes he even bangs that dirty cunt, Lulu.

He yanks my jeans down and over my ankles and begins to snatch my lace thong. He gives up fighting with it and rips the thin material off from the side.  I fall back onto the couch in the corner and he tumbles down placing his head between my milky thighs. My fingers stroke his hair, petting him, trying to slow him down a little.

Truth is standing by the edge of the couch watching intently. I know he enjoys the show too, even if he is putting on a front of being mad. There is
no
way he is jealous on my account.

My free hand reaches up and undoes his zipper, not wanting to leave him out. This is all for him.
Everything
I do is for Truth.

Tread wiggles his finger inside me, pumping in and out, making me hot. My eyes are trained on Truth as he watches Tread pleasure my treasure. I wonder if he wishes he could join us right now and take Tread from behind. The thought floods my pussy, drenching the couch.

“I say we take this party upstairs,” Tread declares before blowing on my clit and rubbing his mouth against my wet pussy. Just as fast as he had my panties off, he’s pulled me from the couch and is leading me to the back stairs, with Truth following close behind carrying my discarded clothes.

When we reach the room, I don’t waste any time finishing undressing and neither do they.  Truth tosses Tread a condom and they both are so ready for me.  Tread is laying across the bed in all his glory waiting for me. I slam down onto his hard length and take him fully. Truth pushes me down so that I am lying flat across Tread. He smears lube between my cheeks as he enters me from behind. He takes his time sliding into me, allowing me to get comfortable. Allowing me to accept him as fully as I have Tread.

Tread is holding me in place with one strong arm strung snuggly across my back. Truth smacks my ass as he pulls back out leaving just the tip of his hard cock in me as he pounds into me again. With perfect synchronization, the two of them are fucking me so hard and steady.  The only sound is the slick of our skin slipping and sliding against each other. The sensation of feeling the two of them moving inside of me makes me so hot. I know I am about to shatter and explode any moment if they keep this up.

“It’s time for a switch up. I want you to suck my cock…deep.” Truth pulls my head back hard with his fist as he roughly kisses my swollen lips. He falls back on his knees, I position myself in a reverse cowgirl on Tread, and lean forward to take Truth in my mouth once he has unsheathed his condom and wiped his dick off on the sheet. There’s no way I’d take him in my mouth after being in my ass without cleaning himself first.

Tread is gripping my hips, rocking, and rolling my body on his dick while I suck Truth’s massive length. The combination is
orgasmic heaven
.

Truth reaches forward and tugs on my nipple as I finger the rim of his ass and play with his balls. I look up at him with hooded eyes as he starts to twitch and groan with his release, shooting his load down my throat.  He slips his cock out of my mouth and I finish Tread off.

Truth is laid back next to us, his feet nearing Tread’s head. He smiles faintly at me as he catches his breath.  I smile back as my eyes roll back in my head. Tread begins to groan and climax. His fingers dig into the dimples above my ass at my lower back.  Then he shoves me forward as he cums.
Hard
.

I’m all shook up inside from the fucking they just gave me.

Truth

Amy just gave me a
damn
good blowjob. She is smiling at me as she grinds down on Tread. Her eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy. She wraps her hand around mine and squeezes. I love to watch her; most girls make this weird face when they orgasm. But Peaches, her face doesn’t contort all weird, her lips part and she coos like a dove. So. Fucking. Sexy. Makes me want to ram my tongue down her throat and claim her for myself. I want to beat on my chest and shout, “MINE!” But I don’t. My eyes drift to Tread as he passes out from his smoke hazed stupor and exhaustion.

For the first time ever she fucked Tread to sleep. He begins to snore with his condom still on his softened dick. Amy, being the sweet thing she is, disposes of it for him. I take her to the shower and we wash quickly, both of us are tired and sated. Back in the bedroom, I shove Tread over to the left side of the bed. Amy curls up in the middle with me lying to the right.

Just as I am about to shut my eyes Amy starts talking.

“I can’t sleep.” I feel the bed dip as she shifts next to me, so I roll over and we lie face to face propped up on our elbows in the dark with Tread still sleeping, but thankfully no longer snoring.

“Do you want to go home and sleep?” I ask with a yawn.  We rarely stay at the Roadhouse. We sleep in my apartment, in my bed almost every single night.

“No, it’s just that Tread never stays after, and having you both on either side of me…makes me think about sharing that kiss I told you about.”

“Let it go Amy.”

I start to turn over when Tread starts asking her what she is talking about. Sweat beads trickle down my back. I thought he was still asleep.

“I was just telling Truth here how the next time we hang out I want to try something new.” She winks at me and turns on her backside.

“Maybe,” Tread answers getting up from the bed. My heart leaps into my throat. Does he know what his “
maybe
” implies?

The silence after his answer is met by the zipping of his jeans.  “Later,” he calls stumbling the short distance to the door.

The door slams shut and moments later, I hear his bike starting up. Where is he off to? Is he going to her—Christa?

I don’t get to dwell on it. Amy rolls over onto my stomach and straddles me.  Her warm tongue sweeps across my nipple. “He said
maybe
. The thought of watching the two of you together makes me so fucking hot.” She grinds down on my hardening cock as I think about how it would feel to kiss him again, if only one more time. “I know you want it too Truth. I can feel how fucking hard you are. You’re thinking about taking him in your mouth aren’t you?”  Her slender fingers tease at my aching length.

Amy continues to torture me as she describes how Tread’s cock tastes in her mouth…how thick his cock is…
fuck me
. I already know all of these things about him. I never told Amy, it happened right before I met her. I’ve never brought it up with Tread, I’m afraid of what it could mean for our friendship if I do.

“Ride me,” I demand smacking her ass cheek and grabbing on tight. She squeaks and slides down on my cock. She rides me until the sun comes up.