Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (33 page)

They ate their steaks and burgers, and an air of gaiety surrounded them.
Besides my kids being born, this is one of the happiest days of my life.
During dinner, the couple stole glances at each other, and Banger kept his hand on her knee. She couldn’t stop looking at her beautiful engagement ring. It just didn’t get better than this.

Life was very good.

T
he following afternoon,
Banger sat at the clubhouse’s bar and threw back a shot of Jack, the amber-colored whiskey creating a burn that dragged all the way into his stomach. He jerked his chin to Puck for another. As he threw back his second shot, Hawk slid onto the barstool next to him. Banger motioned Puck to bring a couple more shots. When the prospect set the two glasses in front of the patched members, Banger lifted his and hit it against Hawk’s.

Hawk raised his eyebrows. “What are we celebrating?”

“I’m gettin’ married. Fuck.” He threw his drink back, a buzz growing in his head.

Hawk downed his shot and stared at Banger. “Fuck, now Cara will never let me forget that she was right in setting you up. I was against it. Thought she was meddling, but she’s gonna have me eating crow for quite a while on this one.” Hawk clapped Banger on the shoulder. “Congrats, man. You deserve to be happy, and Belle seems like a good, loyal woman.”

Banger nodded. “She is, and she’ll make a fuckin’ good old lady. I already told her she’ll be the head old lady since she’s marryin’ the prez. She doesn’t get the world, but she will in time. Fuck, man, I never thought I’d marry again after Grace died. I never thought I could love another woman. It’s good.”

“How’s Kylie taking it?”

“I haven’t told her yet. She’s coming down for a visit in a couple of weeks, and I’ll tell her then. I suspect she’s not gonna be too happy ‘bout it, but she’ll learn to like Belle.”

“Yeah. She’s growing up, and soon she’ll find a man of her own.”

Banger’s jaw clenched. “She’s got plenty of time for that. I know one thing, I don’t want her with a biker.”

Hawk shrugged. “You know how it is. When that one person grabs you, you’re fuckin’ hooked. When you two getting hitched?”

“Not sure. Belle wants to wait for the kids to get outta school. I want a full biker wedding, so I wanna do it while the weather is still good. Maybe September.”

“We need to party tonight, dude. Fuck, I’m gonna announce it now.” Hawk stood up and told Puck to cut the music, several brothers playing pool cursed loudly in response. Hawk raised his hand. “Stop your fuckin’ complaining. I got news. Our president has found an old lady, and they’re gonna get married.”

The burst of whistles, applause, and hoots was deafening, and Banger cocked his head to the side and leaned against the bar, warmth spreading inside him. He knew it wasn’t entirely from the whiskey; his brothers were the best. They had each other’s back through good and bad times, and he wouldn’t trade life in the brotherhood for any other. His brothers made him proud to be an Insurgent.

“We gotta celebrate, man,” Bruiser said from the corner of the room. Loud voices in agreement bounced off the walls.

“Tonight is party time.” Throttle came over and clapped Banger on the shoulder. “Congratulations, brother. You’re gonna make a lot of the club whores and hoodrats sad. For some reason, they loved your cock.”

Banger laughed. “The only one who’s ever gonna get it is my old lady.”

They all agreed that party time would begin at eight o’clock, and the only old lady allowed would be Banger’s; this was a party to celebrate and support his decision, and the brothers wanted the freedom to fuck freely without judging eyes. Some of the brothers who had old ladies, like Tigger, Ruben, and Billy, liked new pussy every once in a while, so they definitely didn’t want any of the brothers’ wives or girlfriends informing on them. The old ladies and the brothers would have a family party to welcome Belle into the fold, and to congratulate Banger, and then the club women would be relegated to the outer fringes of the club. Old ladies and club women
never
mixed.

Lola and Kristy walked over to Banger, Hawk, and Throttle. “What’s all the hooting about?” Lola asked as she pushed her barely contained tits against Banger’s arm. Kristy stood close to Hawk.

“Banger’s got an old lady. We’re partying tonight.”

Lola’s eyes widened, and she pouted. “You’re hitched?” She ran her long nails down the front of his shirt. “Who’s gonna take care of me?”

Banger chuckled and gently moved her hands away. “I think you got plenty of brothers who love your tits and ass, Lola. Don’t think you’re gonna be lonely.”

“Congratulations,” Kristy said, and she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks,” Banger replied as he squeezed her hand. He had a soft spot for Kristy. She’d been with the Insurgents for the past seven years, and she was a great listener. She’d lost her sister to breast cancer a couple of years before she joined up with the MC, so she knew what Banger was going through after Grace. He spent many hours talking with her, and she provided him a warm body and a great fuck when he needed that as well. He’d known she was sweet on Hawk, so when he hitched up with Cara, she’d been real sad. She’d confided in him that she had hoped Hawk would have made her his old lady, since she’d been one of his favorite fucks at the club, and she found solace in Banger’s arms. He had never loved Kristy, but he thought she was a damned nice woman, and a great club girl.

“I still can’t believe you’re gonna be off-limits, unless you’re gonna have pussy on the side like Ruben and some of the other brothers.” Lola’s eyes lit up with hope.

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“I’m not hitched,” Throttle said as he yanked Lola next to him, grabbing the ass cheek peeking out from under her short skirt. He crashed his mouth on hers and kissed her.

“Hey, here comes Rock.” Throttle motioned for Rock to come over. Hawk and Banger watched in amusement.

“Congrats, prez. I heard the news,” Rock said. Banger tilted his chin up. “What’s up, Throttle?”

“I got a couple of bitches here who want some down-and-dirty fun. You game?”

Banger watched as Rock’s eyes went straight to Kristy’s large tits. “Yeah.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, and she giggled when his large hands kneaded her breasts. “Let’s go to my room,” he said to her and Throttle.

“Later,” Throttle said to Hawk and Banger as he, Lola, Rock, and Kristy walked toward the staircase.

“I’m not gonna miss
that
,” Banger stated as he took out his phone. “You ever miss it?”

Hawk shook his head. “Nah. Cara’s enough for me.”

Banger dialed Belle, a tingle shooting through him when he heard her voice.

“Hey, honey. How are you?”

“Okay, babe. Be ready at seven thirty ‘cause I’m picking you up for a party they’re giving me at the clubhouse. Wear somethin’ sexy.”

“Like what?”

“Wear your short black dress. You know, the one that hugs all your delicious curves. It fuckin’ turns me on.”

A soft giggle touched his ears. “I didn’t know you liked it that much. I’ll be ready when you come by. Will Cara be at the party?”

“No old ladies at this one. The family one, sure.”

“Aren’t I an old lady?”

“Different ‘cause the party is for us, and I want you to meet the brothers. In the future, you’ll only be able to go to the family stuff at the club. I’ll tell you how it is as time goes. See you soon, babe.”

*     *     *

Belle’s nerves were
on edge when she walked into the great room, and she held Banger’s arm tighter as all the men stared at her. Self-consciously, she pulled her dress down, sorry she’d let Banger talk her into wearing it in a club full of men. She’d heard stories from Holly about the wild parties the Deadly Demons had, and she had no doubt the Insurgents had the same type.

“Want a drink?” Banger asked as he led her to a large, wraparound bar.

“A glass of white wine, if you have it.” She settled onto a cushioned barstool.

As she sipped her wine, she looked around the great room and saw a sea of denim and leather on the men, and the skimpiest outfits she’d ever seen on the women. Many of the women were young and pretty, showing off their assets in barely-there tops, and short skirts or shorts that revealed more of their butts than they covered. She blushed when she spotted a pretty woman on her knees, sucking a member’s dick while he pulled on her exposed breasts.

Banger had forewarned her that she’d see some things that she’d probably never seen in her life. He explained how the brothers and the women were open about having a good time, and giving and receiving pleasure wasn’t always done behind closed doors.
Knowing
and
seeing
were two different things though, and Belle couldn’t help but stare in disbelief and embarrassment when she spotted men and women touching and screwing in front of everyone. It made her uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Banger was down for this type of lovemaking.

He put his arm around her. “You doing okay?”

“Not really. I’ve never been to anything like this. It’s like a big orgy with a bunch of drunk people.” He laughed and kissed her hair, clutching her shoulder. “Are you into the sex in public thing?”

“Nope. Always liked privacy. Not all the brothers are. It’s up to the person.”

“Do women get a say in it?”

“Oh yeah, but the club whores and the hoodrats like the lifestyle, that’s why they’re here. No one is forced to come to the parties or be a part of the Insurgents MC. The club whores live at the club, wear the property patch, and we protect them and give them room and board and a stipend, but they can leave whenever they want. The hoodrats line up every weekend to let loose at one of our parties. It’s the way it is. As long as everyone’s a consenting adult, I don’t fuckin’ mess with it.”

“I guess if they’re all on the same wavelength, then it’s cool. It would never be
my
scene though.” Belle spotted a couple of pretty women in their late twenties, talking and pointing to her. “I think I’m upsetting your fan club by being here.” She jerked her head toward the women.

Banger chortled and pulled her closer. “You’re the only fan who matters.”

“Did you have something with them?”

He moved in front of her and placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head back. “You gotta understand that none of these women ever meant shit to me. Did I fuck ‘em? I did, but you knew that. I don’t want you thinkin’ for a minute that I want to be with them, or that they were better than you in bed, or any of that insecure shit. I’m with you. You’re going to be my wife. What I did before doesn’t have anything to do with what we have now. I never fucked around on Grace, and I won’t on you. When I love, it’s forever. Never doubt my love or loyalty to you.” He kissed her passionately, and she circled her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

Throughout the night, brothers came over to congratulate their president, never saying a word to her. It was like she was the invisible woman, except when they’d throw side glances at her, lingering on her breasts, which creeped her out. No one gawked at her overtly, and they behaved themselves, but Belle figured it was because she was with their president, and they wouldn’t do anything to disrespect him.

The club brought in barbecued beef brisket, pulled pork, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw from Big Rocky’s, and Belle sat close to Banger on a wood bench of one of the many picnic tables strewn around the yard. Tunes from bands such as AC/CD, Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd and others played over the speakers strategically placed around the yard. All the members had come up to them, bringing shots to Banger, who shared them with her. Belle tipped her head back and saw the stars flashing with the brilliant, polar-white pallor of strobe lights against black satin. The breeze had a chill to it, and she snuggled closer to Banger, her head tucked under his chin.

He ran his hand over her hips before slowly gliding it under her dress, squeezing her inner thigh. Desire flared in her like a flaming torch. She squirmed in her seat, and he slipped two fingers inside her panties and wiggled them between her juicy folds. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He placed her hand on top of his crotch, his hardness pulsing. “Let’s go to my room, woman.” He stood up, taking her with him.

His room was on the third floor, where all the officers of the club had one. Being president, he had the largest room, located in a corner, the windows providing views to the incredible landscape surrounding the club. Closing the door behind them, he swung her around and gave her gentle, sweet pecks on her lips. She pressed closer to him, her finger inching down to the top of his jeans. Slowly, she undid his belt, the heel of her hand grazing his crotch. He pulled her hand up and brought it to his mouth, kissing it. “I got a favor to ask you,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe and sending shivers through her.

“What?”

“Let me make love to you.”

It was like his words released a million fluttering butterflies inside her. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Okay,” was all she could get out; her emotions had surpassed her. His mouth returned to her lips, this time pressing against them, his tongue gently prodding her mouth open. He slipped it inside, caressing hers as his hands slowly slid down her body. “You taste like whiskey and honey, babe,” he said between kisses.