REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (14 page)

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Honey rolled over, the sunlight beginning to filter through her lidded
eyes. A rare day off; it seemed she spent more time in that damn bar than she
did in her own apartment. She was slightly, though not entirely, surprised when
her hand grazed soft skin in the bed beside her.

Peeking through her eyelids, she saw the girl she’d brought home last
night sleeping like a princess, on her back, lips parted slightly, one arm
thrown above her head and the other resting lightly on her chest. Honey smiled,
tried to remember the girl’s name. She’d drank quite a bit the night before,
but things were starting to come back to her.

Honey had never thought of herself as gay, but she also never really
liked labelling herself. Sometimes, she saw a girl that just
needed
to be kissed, and then next thing
she knew she’d be waking up just like this. She let one of her hands travel
downwards, parted the lips of her sex and dipped a finger in, feeling the
residual wetness from the night before.

It must have been a very good night,
she thought sleepily, only a little sad that she
could only remember bits and pieces.

That’s what mornings were for.

And weren’t these mornings so much more beautiful than all the other
mornings of her sad, long life? Certainly better than all those mornings she’d
woken up unsure if she could get out of bed for the pain in her back. The
mornings she’d pee blood from a kick to the kidneys. The mornings she’d lay,
trying not to breathe, praying and praying and praying that he just wouldn’t
wake up this time. That he’d stop breathing and she could slip away, finally
safe and free.

She’d come to Ditcher’s Valley a long time ago – at least ten years,
maybe fifteen, maybe more. She looked good now, but she’d been a real piece
back then, even with a face that was more bruise than not. Short red hair,
bright green eyes, a body to kill for. She’d been all alone for the first time
in her life, having jumped straight from a drunken stepfather to a drunken
husband.

All alone except for the baby she’d been carrying. The reason she’d
finally got the courage to leave. The baby that hadn’t made it past four months
in her belly, but that she still loved in her deepest heart. The baby she
thanked every day for giving her the reason to leave. She’d been distraught
when she first miscarried, but time and years and perspective had left her with
only a dull ache that would throb at strange times, like an old wound that you
only remember when it rains.

Honey owed the club everything. They’d taken her in, hadn’t asked for
anything in return. The aging president, Charcoal, had taken pity on her and
given her a place to stay, a job at the bar. And she hadn’t even needed to
prove herself by shacking up with half the club – of course, she did,
eventually, wind up doing just that, but only on her own time, on her own
terms.

She was lucky, so lucky, and she reminded herself of this as she gazed
at the girl beside her in bed. She wondered about this girl. She was a local,
one of those girls who’d probably stay in Ditcher’s Valley another five years
before she realized there wasn’t any kind of life for her there, that being
someone’s old lady wasn’t actually the best thing that could happen to you.
Good for her,
Honey thought, imagining
the girl waking up in a better place and a better time.

It was too late for Honey to think of herself doing anything different
with her life. And she didn’t really want to do anything different. She wasn’t
like this girl, or any of the other girls who hung around the club. She was
just as much a member as any of the dudes, if not more.

She even had a cut, even though her boys didn’t like her getting her
hands dirty. All she had to do was tend bar, keep a weather eye out, and take
care of her men. Hold their hands while they moaned over some girl who’d run
off, pour a stiff drink after a funeral, sing along with whatever drunken tune
they picked on the jukebox.

Keep a weather eye out,
she thought to herself, still half-sleeping, the
phrase sticking in her mind. Why? Something seemed wrong that morning, a
nagging feeling that she had seen something the night before, something
important, but that she’d forgotten.

Georgia,
she
thought to herself, the name drifting up to her from her subconscious. That was
the pretty girl’s name. She frowned, eyes still closed, and tried to push the
nasty feeling away. It wasn’t the girl’s name she was forgetting it
was…something else. But it wouldn’t help her hangover one bit to obsess about
something that she’d either remember or not remember.

And probably it was just a bit of the hangover itself; whenever you
black out like that you always wake up feeling a little sour. Besides, there
was a beautiful girl in her bed, and Honey didn’t want to think about anything
besides that. She rolled over slowly, letting her hand fall to the girl’s
waist. Georgia moaned in her sleep and rolled over onto her side.

Perfect,
Honey
thought, pressing herself against the girl’s warm body, her hand gently
stroking her hip. She didn’t care if the girl woke up then; it was nice enough
to just lay in the bed, sleepy and relaxed, breathing in the smell of her
shampoo, drifting off to sleep once more with soft skin against her…

But, as luck would have it, Georgia seemed to be waking up as well.
She stirred again in her sleep, pressing her ass against Honey’s mound, then
taking Honey’s hand from her hip and grasping it to her chest as though it were
a teddy bear. Honey stroked the smooth skin of the girl’s breast, loving its
roundness beneath her palm, letting her thumbs roll gently over her nipple,
which grew slightly hard at the touch.

The girl moaned and Honey pressed herself tighter towards the sleeping
figure, craning her neck slightly to let her lips fall on the girl’s neck and
behind her ear, gently kissing the warm flesh, appreciating the soft humming
sound the girl made in response. A giggle, and Georgia turned her head towards
Honey, eyes still closed, a sleepy smile across her face.

“That feels good,” she said, slurring her words a bit.

“I like the way you taste,” Honey whispered back, her mouth moving
against Georgia’s ear. A shudder from the half-sleeping girl was her reward.
Honey propped herself up on her elbow, hand still fondling the girl’s breast,
and began to kiss along her cheek, softly. The girl’s smile parted slightly as
Honey leaned over and let her lips flutter over the girl’s, just barely
touching her lower lip.

“
Mmmm
,” Georgia moaned, rolling over with a
sigh and opening her eyes at last. Bright blue and bleary, the girl’s eyes
blinked slowly a few times before settling on Honey, who was now leaning over
the girl’s prone body, one hand gently kneading her breast. Honey rolled over
further, positioning her body above the girl’s, crouched above her with her
knees on each side of her body.

Honey sat up, admiring the view beneath her. Her own B-cup breasts,
still perky and full, were prickled with gooseflesh from suddenly emerging from
the warmth of the covers, and the hair on her arms stood on end. The room was
chilly with the air conditioner running at full blast, and the girl’s skin was
prickling as well.

Honey gently traced her fingers down Georgia’s sides, from the sides
of her C-cup breasts to her hips and back. The girl moaned once more and bit
her lip, Honey’s fingers leaving trails of heat down her flesh. She leaned down
and their lips met again, hungrier now, their lips parting and tongues meeting
in a delicate but passionate dance. Honey’s sex, already wet from the night
before, pressed against the girl’s soft mound, her downy hair tickling Honey’s
flesh.

Honey let her lips move downward, across Georgia’s collarbone and
towards her breasts, the nipples now hard. She gently flicked at one nipple
with her tongue, letting her hand rest on the other breast, rolling the other
nipple between her fingers. Georgia moaned and squirmed underneath her, one
hand coming to the back of Honey’s head and pressing forward as though
demanding more. Honey was happy to oblige, her tongue licking and sucking
softly at each nipple in turn, then gently nibbling them, causing the girl
underneath her to arch her back and groan hungrily.

Honey could have spent hours enjoying the taste and feel of the young
girl’s breasts, but she wanted more, and began to lead her lips even further
downward, her hands resting on Georgia’s waist firmly, pinning her down. She
dipped her tongue into her belly button, drawing a giggle from Georgia, who
released her grip on Honey’s head and sighed as Honey’s warm mouth licked and
kissed down her stomach towards her now-glistening sex.

Honey pressed her knee between the girl’s upper thighs, and she let
her legs part, revealing her slit and engorged clit, both radiating heat. Honey
traced her fingers up and down her inner thighs, making them quiver, enjoyed
watching Georgia’s slit dampen further with anticipation.

She licked her lips, then dipped her head and ran her tongue along the
length of the girl’s wet lips. Georgia shuddered, moaned, her hips bucking
forward slightly. Honey’s long, soft tongue travelled over each tender fold of
Georgia’s lips, tasting her sweetness, before coming up to flick her red clit,
another appreciative groan from Georgia spurring her on.

She circled the clit gently with her tongue, feeling it roll and buzz
underneath her, felt Georgia’s hands in her hair clutching and pulling her
closer. The girl was squirming now as Honey’s tongue lapped at her clit,
exploring every angle, before moving lower once more to taste her slit, her
tongue darting inside quickly.

Honey let one of her hands move to her own sex, her arousal growing
with each of Georgia’s ecstatic moans. She slipped one finger into her own
wetness, feeling her pussy clench around it. She brought her tongue back to
Georgia’s clit, now flicking it faster and harder. Georgia’s legs clenched
around Honey’s head, her hand pulled her tighter, and Honey knew she was
approaching a climax. She brought her finger, still slick with her own juices,
to Georgia’s slick entrance and pushed it inside slowly.

“Oh,
fuccck
, yes, please,” the girl moaned
as Honey began to pump her finger in and out of her wet cunt. She pressed
another finger inside, her tongue still dancing over her clit, and began to
fuck the girl harder, curling her fingers inside, searching for that special
spot that would make the girl crumble.

She let her teeth fall over Georgia’s clit, just slightly, and felt
the girl’s spine straighten and stiffen from the sensation. Her fingers soon
found their target, and Honey moaned into Georgia’s sex as she began to pump
harder, the girl’s movements now becoming erratic as she squirmed and clutched
Honey’s head to her clit.

“Please don’t stop, please, please don’t stop,” Georgia moaned,
panting, as Honey massaged her pussy with two fingers, bringing her other hand
up to Georgia’s breast and gently kneading it from below.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I’m
gonna
...oh fuck!”
Georgia screamed, her young voice breaking the air, and Honey felt a flood of
juices running over her fingers into her waiting mouth, Georgia’s pussy
clenching tightly, her thighs shaking with pleasure against Honey’s ears.

Georgia’s hands were almost digging into Honey’s scalp as she came,
her hips rising into the air and thrusting slightly, flesh feverish and
tingling. With a gasp, Honey brought her mouth away from the girl’s sex,
licking the sweet taste of her from her lips, watching as the girl twitched and
panted, lips parted, eyes half-closed, a bloom of radiant pleasure across her
cheeks.

“I’ve never been with a woman before last night,” Georgia said in a
whisper, looking up at Honey like she was a goddess.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Honey said with a smile, crawling upwards to
kiss her on the lips once more, languidly now. Honey felt the fire of want
pulsing in her sex, but there was no rush. She gently pushed a lock of
Georgia’s blonde hair from her forehead, then let her fingers trail down her
blushing cheek.

“You know….last night….I didn’t…I didn’t…you know, return the favor,”
Georgia said, seeming nervous. Honey chuckled.

“I didn’t even remember, to be honest. But it’s never too late…” she
looked down, eyebrows raised, and saw the girl’s face flicker with worry.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy,” she cooed, rolling onto her back beside the
girl, who leaned up onto her elbows. Honey snaked one arm around Georgia’s
waist and pulled her tight. The girl bit her lip, brought one hand tentatively
towards Honey’s mound. One finger slipped between her slightly parted lips,
exploring, running along her clit and down to her wet opening. Honey moaned and
closed her eyes, letting her head fall back.