Hell Yeah!: Don't Mess With the Bull (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Sidda Lee Rain (1)

by Sidda Lee Rain

Cover design by Sidda Lee Rain and Janet Edwards
Editor WlkMedia






 

WHEN IN DOUBT THROTTLE THAT F*CKER OUT!

 

Sasha, once known as Sissy in her former life at The Shady Lady brothel. She wasn’t only looking for a new name, but a new life.

 

Friends Isaac and Avery McCoy not only helped her get an apartment but also a job—one she needed desperately to take care of herself…and her child.

 

Bull locked eyes on her the moment he walked into Hardbodies. Wanting her instantly. The curvy little blonde not only had a body that had him craving sin, but her spitfire attitude ‘bout did him in.

There’s something about Sasha besides his body’s reaction to her. A bit of mystery, a story there, a secret…and he intends to know everything there is to know about the sassy pale skinned beauty.

 

If only Bull can convince her to let him in…besides her bed.

 

He’s former military, a patch holder in a motorcycle club for chrissake, certainly he can handle a little thing like her. Right?

 

‘Don’t Mess With the Bull’ is a crossover story from

The IGNITION INFANTRY MC Heir Saga

by Billy Storm (Sidda Lee Rain).

 

In the Ignition Infantry...

Love comes FAST!

Love comes HARD!

Love comes KINKY!

And, so do these bikers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

Sasha

“I know my way behind a bar, Isaac. I can do this.”

“I have no doubt that you can. Well, Sissy my hesitation isn’t in your bar tending capabilities but in the fact that Hardbodies doesn’t have the most docile clientele if you know what I mean.”

“Docile clientele? I thought Avery snagged herself a badass biker not a polititian.”

“Bite your tongue, Sissy—”

“Sasha. It’s Sasha now.”

“I’m sorry it’s going to take some getting used to. I’ve always known you as Sissy since, well, since Avery started telling me all those interesting stories from the Shady Lady Ranch.” Isaac waggles his eyebrows at me looking like a complete bafoon?.

“Hey now, I was an innocent bystander.” I wink at him. “But, innocent or not I learned a few things myself during Avery’s lessons with Destiny and Mistress Margo.”

“I just bet you did, Saaaasha.” He exaggerates my name—my new name. “I just bet you did. A lot of lessons to be learned at a brothel after all.”

“Yes, and one of those was bar tending. Derek taught me well.”

I watch as Isaac wipes glass after glass before lining them up on the shelf behind the bar. The man took pride in the place and it showed. “I know you don’t want to hire me but I need this Isaac—even just for a short time. Please?”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” He sighed. “And, the fact Avery has me wrapped around those beautiful keyboard typing fingers of hers…job’s yours. But, only until you find something else.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t disappoint you. If I can handle the not-so docile clientele that frequents the Shady Lady? I can handle the not-so docile clientele here.”

“I could use some more help around here bein’ there’s a baby on the way. I’ve only got my Avery Rose all to myself a little bit longer and I intend to use it wisely.”

Leaning against the cool bar top I whisper for Isaac’s ears only. “Maybe giving our Avery some more material for one of those steamy books of hers?”

“Not a damn thing I’d like more. Not. A. Damn. Thing.”

When he smiles I can see what Avery sees in Isaac McCoy. Not only was he a great guy but beneath the layers of black clothing, tattoos and leather he really was a handsome man. Not that I’m attracted to bikers or bad boys but then again I wouldn’t have ever guessed that the sweet little daughter of a baptist preacher would be either. Isaac and Avery together were pure perfection. Something I can only dream of…someday.

A shrill whistle echoed through the almost empty bar.

Isaac gave the man holding the clipboard a curt nod before turning back to me. “You want to finish the glassware while I head into the back? That’s one of my beer distributors.”

I salute him. “I’ve got this, boss.”

After finishing up the glassware I made my rounds wiping down the bar top and straightening stools. Grabbing the glass cleaner and a rag I clean the already clean mirrors and liquor signs that decorated the walls just to keep myself busy. For a bar? Isaac kept the place in good condition—not what I had expected for a place owned by a biker and a clientele of rowdy cowboys and ironbutts. More than a couple steps up from the brothel. The Shady Lady was nice but not as nice as Hardbodies. Smiling to myself I think about how both places were homes of debauchery in the end, and here I am, an employee of both.

 

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Bull

Watching as she hums along with the music playing over the speakers. Blissfully unaware that she was swaying with the beat. Her hips mesmerizing me as much as her backside that was clad in snug denim. Also, blissfully unaware that she was being watched and completely unaware of the thoughts running in my head that were far from innocent.

No clue who she was—not that it mattered really. In my head a piece of ass was a piece of ass and she was quite the tasty piece. Not that I was positive which part of her I’d like to taste first. Nice wide hips that a man could hold on to while she took him to heaven. A rounded backside that has me drooling before my eyes even hit those thick thighs. What I wouldn’t give to feel those legs squeezing my head as I tasted her very essence.

“Goddamn.” Reaching down I have to adjust my quickly inflating cock. I’d like to say it had a mind of its own but truth was my mind and body were on the same page…same paragraph, same sentence, hell, the same damn word at the moment.

There were so many dips and curves on her body that I’d love to trace with my tongue and she had yet to even turn around. No idea what she even looked like. But, with a shape like that I’d have no problem turning her around and hitting it from the back. Okay, even I shake my head at those kind of thoughts. I’d like to think I wasn’t that much of a sleaze but sometimes even I surprise myself.

“Can I get you a drink to go with that creepy stare you got or are you good?”

Lost in my own thoughts I hadn’t seen her watching me in one of the mirrors mounted on the wall. At least now I can see her face. Definitely wouldn’t be a burden doing her face to face. Oh yeah, I wouldn’t mind some good ol’ vanilla missionary position with Miss Lips and Hips. She was beautiful actually. A tiny feminine nose, big eyes that weren’t quite blue but they weren’t really green either. Gray, maybe? Pale skin, now I understand what people mean when they compare someone’s flawless complexion to milk. Full pink lips were the only thing that could’ve drew my attention away from her milky skin.

“Are you mute or just stupid?”

Sassy. Definitely sassy. “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

She dropped her gaze in the mirror and turned towards me. Sauntering the twelve feet like a walking talking wet dream. “So he speaks.”

“I do.” Letting my eyes take her in from head to toe. Rarely had I ever had a physical reaction to a woman like this. By rarely? Next to never.

“Well, well, what do you know?”

When she smiles at me I feel my breath hitch. That’s new too.

Silence.

“Isaac is with the beer distributor but I’d be happy to get you a drink.”

Looking up at her. “Wouldja now?” Maybe I sink a little deeper into my Texas drawl but women tended to mop it up like sausage gravy to a biscuit.

Her blush was adorable. “Well, yeah it’s kinda my job.” she retorted with cloying sweetness.

I chuckle. “I suppose it is.”

She leans forward resting her elbows on the high table where I sit. “What’s your poison?”

My eyes take in the deep line of her cleavage that was practically being served to me on a tray.

Snapping her fingers in my face. “Those aren’t being served on or off the rocks.”

“Shame.” Holding her glare I repeat, “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

Rolling her eyes she turns and walks away mumbling that she knew how to mix a damn drink. That’s not all she knew by the way she practically sashayed across the floor, I’d put money on that fact.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two

 

Sasha

Jesus. It took all I had to walk away from the man without letting him see me drool. His scent was more intoxicating than any top shelf bourbon Isaac had behind the bar.

What is wrong with me? He is not my type at all and right now even my type isn’t an option. I tend to be attracted to clean-cut men in a suit and tie, not a guy wearing leather and chains. A man who reminded me of Isaac. Do all bikers look this way? If so, how had I not noticed before how sexy they were. Or, maybe it’s just him.

Even now I can feel his eyes on me. I may be naive in many ways but I can tell when a man is attracted to me. And, it felt good—really good. It had been a couple years since I had felt that from anyone other than John. There was a time I had reveled in John’s attention. Loved it. Now, it was hard to remember those days since it had been so long ago. Everything has changed. I’ve changed. He has changed.

And now? I’m free from John but not free at the same time. I don’t have the freedom to behave frivolously and for the first time since I was a teenager I’m on my own. It’s up to me to get myself pulled together and I only have six months to do it. That left no time for a man—even a fling. Sexy rough around the edges biker or not. I have an apartment, a job—even if it’s only part-time, I have to stay focused and no gorgeous stranger can distract me.

“Smells like a bottle of Windex in here.”

“Sorry, I got a little carried away.” Tucking the spray bottle and rag back beneath the bar.

He laughs. “I can tell.”

“Some guy wants you to serve him…not me, I guess.” Without looking she pointed.

“Bull!” Isaac stomped over to the man pulling him into one of those one armed man hugs. “How’s my bike? Done already?”

“Yes, sir. She’s ready to roll.”

“Damn, that’s good news. I didn’t expect you to get to her until next week.”

“Finished up ahead of schedule with the PD’s wheelers.”

“Still find it hard to believe that you’re working on bikes for the cops.”

“Hey, you’re a respectable business owner and I’m running my own shop with enough law enforcement bikes to keep me in business alone.”

“You feel that in the bottom of your boots?” When he grins my pulse picks up speed. “Hell has officially frozen over brother.”

Men.

“Let me get you a drink.”

“I’ve been waiting.”

I instantly feel my feathers ruffle. Waiting for a drink? Like I hadn’t asked him numerous times if he’d like one.

When my gaze finally lands on his, the lust looking back at me sends a slight tremor through my body. He’d said that to get a rise out of me. And, he succeeded. It doesn’t bother me the way his eyes slowly rake over the stretched material of my Hardbodies t-shirt or the way they stalled on my lips before locking his eyes on mine once more. Honestly, I revel in the appreciation in his eyes.

Even I’m not sure how I manage but after taking a deep breath I’m able to turn away from his stare.

For the next twenty minutes I pretend to be far busier than I really am. Not that I’m trying to eavesdrop but all the duo talked about was twin cams, panheads and softtails. I would’ve understood Greek more than their conversation. But, I found out that the sexy stranger was a motorcycle mechanic. That explains how he knows Isaac and his attire in the middle of the afternoon. Plus, if Isaac trusted his bike to the guy? He must be okay. Isaac loved his Harley almost as much as he loved Avery…almost.

“Sasha!”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Grab the bottle of Johnnie Walker, the Casks bottle. Top shelf behind the Patron. And, two shot glasses.”

The Johnnie Walker was behind the Patron exactly where Isaac said it was. Forgoing a tray I hold the bottle in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. “Here you go. Can I get you anything else? Peanuts? Water to wash down the whiskey?”

“Darlin’ you don’t wash down a good whiskey you savor it.”

“Well, I guess I’ve never had a good whiskey so I wouldn’t know.”

Bull slid the small glass towards me and nodded. “Lets remedy that right now. Drink up.”

Shaking my head. “No thank you.”

“I’m sure your job is secure.” He motioned me closer with his finger before whispering in my ear just loud enough for Isaac to hear. “I know your boss. He only seems like a hardass.” Pushing the glass closer to me again he waited with a small smirk on his face.

“I don’t drink—”

“Ever?”

“Not ever…just not now.”

Even though his eyes showed his confusion he nodded. I smile and step back, colliding with a man on his way to the bar, knocking me off balance. The tall, dark and oh-so-good looking Bull grabbed me by the hips before I lost my footing completely. Sitting back down he pulls me onto his lap.

Holding in the moan that instantly begged for its escape.

Isaac escorted the stranger to the bar and gave him a drink on the house on behalf of the near disaster. Meanwhile I’m was left with Bull all by my lonesome and I’d never felt more vulnerable.

His lips were back at my ear. “That was close, sugar tits.”

“Sugar tits? Really?”

“Mmmmhmmm really.” His  words vibrated along my neck and his breath tickled my ear so much so that I almost forgot to be offended by the vulgar words he had said.

He holds me tighter when I try to stand. Arms wrapped around my stomach with my backside pressed firmly against his groin. Call me shameless but I let myself enjoy the intimate contact briefly. Closing my eyes I could almost pretend I remembered what it felt like to be held by a man.

“A man could get used to hearing those sexy little sounds, sugar tits.”

Not even aware I’d made a sound I bite my lip and try to ignore the bulge beneath my ass and the way his thumb rubbed back and forth over my hip.

“You want me to stop calling you sugar tits you’re gonna have to give me your name.” His rough fingertip pulls my hair back tucking it behind my ear.

“S-Sasha.”

“Really? I’ve never met a Sasha before.” That same finger kept tracing the shell of my ear over and over again. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” And, this time when I went to stand he let me. “Way to show my new boss what a huge klutz I am on my first shift, huh?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three

 

Bull

Seconds is all it had taken for me to memorize every single feature of her face. I’d seen the freckles that just barely hid at the corner of her right eye. A beauty mark sat low on her top lip, which only caused my eyes to lock on those full lips. The bottom one slightly larger than the top, her mouth sat slightly crooked between soft cheeks that spoke of her youth if I had to guess. Although she was no child, her hips told me that. A nicely rounded heart shaped backside that had me hardening the second the smooth snug denim met my own.

Sasha. I like it. It’s sexy and a little mysterious, like the woman herself.

“Sorry about that,” Isaac filled the shot glasses again with the top shelf whiskey. “To…our health?”

“Our health? Christ Isaac we’re not a hundred years old.” Tossing back my head I let the laugh take me away. It had been a long time since I’d felt like laughing. Hell, it’d been a long time I felt a lot of things—including the crazy attraction to the blonde back behind the bar. “How about we drink to that sexy little mama you’ve bagged, tagged, and knocked up?”

Isaac’s bark of laughter caught me off guard and drew the attention of the ever sexy Sasha. Shaking her head she smiled, “boys behave.”

“Where’s the fun in that, sugartits?”

My eyes don’t stray from hers as she slowly walks to our table.

Suddenly I can’t breathe. I just….can’t….breathe! The damn woman dumps ice cold beer on my lap.

Looking at me with clenched teeth and green eyes sparking. “The name is Sasha, call me Sasha.”  White spots float in front of my eyes and before I even realize how long I’ve held my breath I gasp.

Jumping up the golden liquid falls to the floor and runs down my legs. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I thought maybe it would help you remember my name.”

“Look—” She interrupts me.

“Sasha.” Is all she says.

I’m lost and let’s not forget my nuts are frozen. “What?”

“Look Sasha.” She continues as if I’d forgotten her name in seconds.

“You are psycho, Saaaaaaaasha.” I draw her name out just to be sure she knows I’m well aware of it, and part because I’m an asshole occasionally.

“I’m sorry—”

“You should be.” I snap.

If looks could kill I’d be six feet under.

“I wasn’t talking to you sugartits,” those full lips puckered up off to the side and she looked as ridiculous as I feel finding her too cute for words at the moment. “I was talking to Isaac.”

“We’ll talk about this later. Get us a few rags wouldya?” Isaac looked up at me after downing his drink and grinned. “She had every right you know?”

“Shut up, she’ll hear you.” Even I have to work hard at keeping my smile at bay. He’s right I was rude and worse yet I did it on purpose. And, to tell the truth I’d do it again just to see her eyes sparking back at me. Call me crazy but I like her attention focused on me even if it is when she’s ticked.

“Here.”

Taking the rags she handed me I start wiping the droplets from my cut, but instead of soaking up the suds I smear them around the leather.

“Let me,” she sighs. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No you’re not…sorry that is.”

She jammed her hands in her back pockets of her jeans and rocked on her heels. “No, I guess I’m not, but…”

“But?”

Her blush is exquisite. Since when do women still blush? And, since when do I use words like exquisite?

“But, I wish I hadn’t done it right in front of my boss—especially on my first day.”

Her honesty surprises me. Sasha definitely isn’t a delicate little flower. I expected her to go all soft and apologetic but the woman is anything but soft, and certainly not one ounce of apologetic.

“Well, I can tell ya that your boss isn’t planning on handing you your walking papers just yet.” Relief crosses her face and I can tell there’s a story there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four

 

Sasha

I know he’s looking for me. The girls at the Shady Lady told me the last time I called and checked in. After all these years the madam there feels like a mother to me, and even though I know it’d be best to cut all contact with her…I can’t. For now all I can wish for is that he tires looking for me. I’m sure he will eventually. For the time being I just need to watch my back and take care of myself and my little girl. A little girl who will never know her father—rather her sperm donor, and I’ll make damn sure of it.

She deserves more.

I deserve more.

How this happened in the first place I don’t even know. So maybe birth control isn’t a hundred percent but I’ve taken the pill religiously since I was a teen.

Yes, I know it’s a little late to be questioning the why’s and how the hells now. A little girl needed her mother in my opinion far more than a father. In a perfect world she’d have both, but the world’s far from perfect, neither is her mother. I may have failed my daughter from the very beginning but I intend to spend my life making it up to her.

Thank the Heavens for Isaac and Avery. I’m in my own apartment, have a job, and with those two at my back I feel like I can do this. I can raise a little girl by myself. Not that I have much of a choice. There were the briefest of moments that I considered giving her up—not because I wanted to but because I thought she may be better off. Call me selfish, but I can’t. I’d fallen in love with her just seconds after that blue plus sign became undoubtedly clear on that magical little stick. She may have not been planned, but she was wanted nonetheless.

There was a time I thought I had wanted it all with John including a family…children. Those thoughts were long gone. They’d flittered away with other childish dreams like becoming an actress—maybe even a singer. My immature self had me flying down the highway listening to my latest top 100 hit in a sporty little red car with John by my side. Now, I know that it was him planting those thoughts in my head. He’d fed my ego and I was far too influential and innocent not to believe in what he said.

I’m not a horrible singer, but I’m far from great.

I’m not ugly, but I’m not even close to being a model. My hips have always been a bit too wide, my butt to big, thighs to full. I’d always hoped to be 5’9” like Christie Brinkley but I never made it past 5’4”, and I might even be fudging an inch—inch and a half.

John had promised me a future of greatness and he was going to help get me there. And, why wouldn’t I believe him? Twenty-one years my senior I saw him as a man who knew what he was talking about and saw no reason for him to lie. Yes, now I see how very cliche of me. Naive young girl falls for the older man who piles on the promises, but delivers nothing. Just sitting here in my own thoughts, lost in my own head I feel embarrassed. So foolish. So, so foolish.

It had taken me years to realize that everything John had ever said to me was either started as a lie or ended as one. Warning bells had went off in my head numerous times but John knew just what to say to soothe my nerves and calm my queries.

Years of being a kept mistress at the Shady Lady brothel eventually taught me that no man was to be trusted—at least one that frequented an establishment such as the Shady Lady. Of course some of the clientele was merely lonely men looking for conversation, sometimes more. But, more often than not the men who came into the place where husbands who never even bothered slipping off their wedding rings as they slept with one or sometimes more than one of the women there. We’d had bachelor parties sleeping with multiple girls the very day before they walked down the aisle.

Eventually, I began to doubt John’s motives. He’d kept me quiet with money, expensive gifts, the occasional trip here or there. Those things I had stupidly took as signs that he really loved me. I’d loved him from the day I’d met him—at least I thought I did. Now, I wonder if I wasn’t only intrigued by the older gentleman he’d pretended to be. The lavish gifts he gave me, the copious amounts of attention he rained on me. All of it had convinced me to remain at the Shady Lady but I was nothing more than John McCallister’s kept mistress.

First, he was going to get a divorce after his wife was healthy again after a bout with depression. Then, he was going to leave after his twin boys were in junior high and old enough to handle their parents separation. Of course when these moments passed? There was always another reason, another excuse.

It was crazy, and I’d gone along with it—with him for so long. When the day came I spoke of leaving the brothel and moving on with my life without him and without the Shady Lady he convinced me otherwise. His words of love and reassurance eventually morphed into threats. No longer had he treated me like the spoiled woman he had turned me into, but I suddenly became an afterthought. Although, John still wanted me at his beck and call, the affection was gone in his eyes, the love was gone in his words, and soon enough he was paying more attention to one of the new young girls than me.

At twenty-six I had been traded in for a younger make and model. Yet, he didn’t want to let me go either. For awhile I was content getting money for nothing. I spent my days waiting bar at the Shady Lady and assisting with whatever I could, at night I thought of ways I could leave without John knowing where I was. He was an influential man, and knew how to get things done his way, and any and all of it under the rug. I no longer felt safe but I was confused and more than a little lost.

Then, after months and months of spending almost no time together, and only speaking on the phone from time to time John came to me. He came to me and spent four days…in a row with me. Something he’d never done before. A day here, two days there, but nothing more than that. Swearing that he realized what a fool he’d been. Claiming he didn’t love the young Cami like he loved me. Confessing that his heart was breaking staying away from me. John wanted me to be the future Mrs. McCallister…as soon as he divorced his current wife.

He’d never loved her he said. Brenda had wound up pregnant trapping him in a marriage he never wanted. She ignored him, and he knew she was cheating on him with her personal trainer. Apparently the woman knew nothing more than how to swipe a credit card and redecorate a house. She was a horrible mother and the twins were being raised by multiple nannies.

I believed him.

So stupid, but I believed him.

I accepted John back into my life, back into my bed and back into my body…including my heart.

Three days. Three amazing days. That’s all we shared before he headed back home. Home to his wife, his pregnant wife and his twin boys. He’d told me just before he left that he needed me to wait until the baby was born. Once his wife had the baby he fully intended on serving her with divorce papers, then we could finally be together.

He expected me to remain the kept mistress in a small Texas brothel while he played the role of family man among other things. Sad thing? I probably would have. Actually I did stay for a couple months. I’d been planning my next move when my daughter made herself known—not that I’d known I’d be having a girl at that time. All I did know was that I was pregnant with a married man’s child and he never planned on leaving his wife for me…ever.

And now? Well, now it was up to me to raise our child alone, and love her enough for the both of us. That meant leaving the safe bubble of the brothel and leaving John and his money in the rearview mirror. For the first time ever I was going to take care of myself—not that I knew how. All I did know was I could do it, if not for me I’d do it for her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Five

 

Sasha

I’ve been working at Hardbodies for three weeks now, and Isaac’s even added me onto the weekend schedule. He and Avery have been preparing for their own child, it’s a beautiful thing watching those two together. I’ll admit I wish I had that kind of love and support. Someone who wanted me and my daughter.

Business has definitely been good at hardbodies. The bar is always packed in the evenings and on the weekends it nears standing room only. Something I wouldn’t expect in the small Texas town, but I will say I am more than happy at the end of the night leaving with the tips I'm bringing in.

I considered heading home with my tail between my legs to my father but I know that he would have a hard time accepting me as a single mother. Maybe that's why Avery and I got along so well when she first arrived at the Shady Lady brothel. She was the daughter of the Southern Baptist preacher and I’m the daughter of a Lutheran pastor. I guess you could say we bonded over being the fallen angels of Grace. My mother died what seems like ages ago. No longer can I even remember the sound of her voice or how her perfume smelled. I believe that is what drew me to the Shady Lady brothel. Just a young girl needing some nurturing, some mothering, and the women at the Shady Lady gave me just what I needed. The other women showed me the ropes. And, I'll be honest men gave me the attention that I was lacking.

Losing my mother was horrible on me, but it nearly killed my father. After her death he pulled away from me, I had always been a clone of my mother and I think that just looking at me caused him pain. In some ways I can understand it but in others I can't. How does a father pull his affection away, stop paying attention to his own child. After all, it was my mother who had passed… not me.

Leaving my father behind I hit the road with very little money, and even less of a plan. Only having enough money to take the Greyhound from Phoenix Arizona to Las Vegas Nevada. Being young and dumb I use nothing but my thumb and innocence to get me across the Texas state line. Luckily I made it safely just a few miles shy of the brothel. I'd overheard a conversation in an emergency shelter in the basement of a local church. A couple teenage girls giggled about how they could join the brothel, becoming ladies of the night, wearing long lace robes with fur trim and rhinestone slippers with heels.

I was intrigued, and a little lost in the romance of it. Never had I heard of such a place before. I'd heard my father speak of Tamar during his sermons. She’d disguised herself as a veiled Temple prostitute, the sacred prostitute not just a common one. My father spoke of her using her feminine wiles to get exactly what she wanted. He spoke of Jezebel, well, she hadn't really been a harlot in my opinion. The woman merely knew that she was about to die and chose to go dressed like a queen and her face made up. His words were meant to deter, instead I saw Jezebel as brave, and Judah as powerful.

I wanted to feel powerful, needed to feel brave. Never in a million years had I thought that I would become a harlot like my father preached against…but I had.

Wiping the single tear that escaped I try not to think of the many ways I would have disappointed my father if he knew the truth. If he knew the numerous sins I’d broken—not only one but repeatedly over the years. This is where I say I happen to agree with the saying what they don't know doesn't hurt them. My father doesn't know and I plan to keep it that way. Of course that means eventually I need to figure out exactly what I will tell him about his granddaughter’s existence. If only he would believe she was nothing more than another Immaculate Conception.

Of course my daughter wasn't an Immaculate Conception. And yes, she was conceived in a brothel on a hot Texas night, with a married man.

I could almost feel the holy water burning my skin as my father doused me in the liquid as well as prayer if he knew. I've never needed my mother more than I do right now. Somewhere, somehow my life went in the direction I never thought it would. But, here I am. No, I'm not proud of many of the things that have brought me here. However, I've asked for my forgiveness and I believe it's been granted. My child is my second chance, and I intend to do right by her.

Cleansing myself of John with my first step towards redemption in my eyes. Leaving the brothel and the women behind I saw as family was hard to do but I know it's what is right. My daughter will never have that void in her that I did, The same one that drove me States away from my home and the only biological family I had left.

So, I'll continue sweeping up peanut shells, wiping down the bar, and serving drinks until I can't anymore. In the end it's honest work, and the tips are hella good to boot.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Saaaaaaasha.”

Snapping my head up so fast my neck cracks.

That voice, I remember that voice.

Quickly recovering I square my shoulders and suddenly wiping the bar becomes an intense labor.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Forcing myself not to look at him I wipe the bar in figure eights before following the rags path in reverse.

“Not even going to say hello, sugartits?”

Without thinking I toss the wet rag at his head. “Who exactly do you think you are?”

Not only does he catch the rag before it makes purchase but the smug bastards smiling.

“Ugh!” Turning to walk away he snags my wrist before I can flee.

“I know exactly who I am.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m the guy who just got your attention…I want your attention.”

He’s infuriating. Sexy, but infuriating. Cocky as hell, but sexy—wait, that’s not what I meant.

“Damn you smell better than the leather on my bike.”

Not even coming close to hiding my laugh I let it out and egg on the beast. “Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?”

“Sweetpea, when a man tells you that you smell better than his Harley? It’s most definitely a compliment.”

Bull tucks some stray strands that have escaped my ponytail behind my left ear. His hand stalls on my cheek and his thumb is rough against my skin but I still lean into his touch. Call it hormones, call it attraction, call it whatever the hell you want but I like the jerk. There’s something about him—besides his arrogance and good looks.

Regaining my composure I go to push his hand away, but instead his rough fingers nearly swallow my much smaller hand in his hold.

“Miss me?”

Yes.

“I don't even know you. Why would I miss you?”

Bringing my hand to his lips he lightly kisses my knuckles. His 5 o'clock shadow tickles my fingertips.

“The name’s Bull. Former Delta Force squadron in the United States Army. Currently, I’m a bike mechanic at the garage my MC owns. Hate black olives. Love taco’s and good whiskey.” He smirks. “And, I happen to know that gentlemen do prefer blondes.” He twirls the end of my ponytail with a single finger.

“Lucky you’re no gentleman.”

Bull mocks a pain in his chest. “Ouch. That one hurt.”

He pulls me closer, and leans over the bar meeting me halfway.

“Liar.” I whisper in the breath we share and close my eyes when he closes the distance between us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Six

 

Bull

She didn’t fight me.

Didn’t pull away.

And, I felt her lips move beneath mine. That kiss was mutual, and Sasha wanted it as much as I did.

Now, I want more.

“Hey brother, what’re you doing in town?”

“What, I can’t stop for a beer here or what?”

Looking over his shoulder he spies exactly why I feel the need to stop for a beer over thirty miles from home.

“C’mon Bull don’t fuck with her—”

His words instantly piss me off. “You her daddy now?” Like I’m out to get her or something…besides in the sack.

I don’t back down from any man, but Isaac’s expression tells me not to push it.

“No, I’m not, but Avery’s protective of Sissy. And, what matters to Avery matters to me…including my bartender.”

“Sissy?” I smile because that fits her. “I like it.” I know my smile probably looks stupid but I can’t stop it. Sasha she is not. Sissy? I can see.

“Shit. Don’t call her that.” Shaking his head he continues, “old habits die hard, right? Sasha—I meant Sasha.” His swallow is so desperate that it’s audible. “Bull, just drop it—”

“Why the name change, Isaac? How does Avery know Sissy?”

“Sasha!” Catching himself he lowers his voice and leans over the table between us. “Call her Sasha. You’ve never heard of Sissy before. Got it?”

“Depends.”

His eyes squint. “On what?” he asks.

“Tell me what you know about her.”

Running his hands through his uncut hair it’s clear he’s at war with himself right now. Caving in he confesses “Avery became friends with her at the brothel when she was there.”

Not what I expected at all. “Seriously? She’s a hooker?”

“No!” Rolling his eyes Isaac grabs my beer and downs a healthy slug. “She’s not a hooker.” I glare at him. “Okay, she was kinda one, but not really.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“You can’t tell her I told you any of this.” He glances back over his shoulder to see if the coast is still clear. It is. “She’d be pissed, then, Avery—”

“Then, Avery’d be pissed too.”

“Exactly.” After he drains the rest of my beer, Isaac rubs his hands over his face before spilling the beans.

I know that not even Isaac knows her whole story but I’m thankful for the tidbits he shared with me. A tiny piece of her mystery has been found out. It makes sense. She’s seen the strings of the marionette. The woman has heard every line there is. Had men of every kind come on to her like they had a right to…like I had.

Sissy isn’t one of those women who would see me as a walk on the wild side or perfect revenge on an ex, hell, even their parents. Pretending to be a gentlemen I’m really not wouldn’t work with her either. Doubt there’s a profession that knows men better than the ones who get paid to do the all the things we’re too afraid to ask our wives for. She’s heard all the lies, every excuse, and heard all the bullshit.

Isaac said she’d been a mistress for a man—one, as in only one man for years. At first I was relieved to hear that, but then the thought came to me that maybe it had been more than sex with him. Maybe it had been love after devoting herself for years to the same guy.

Why had he left her there?

I’d ask but I told Isaac I wouldn’t, gave him my word. I keep my word.

“Can I get you another one?”

Her voice pulls me from the shit-storm in my head.

“Since Isaac drank mine I’m gonna say yes, sugarti—”

Two dainty fingers silence me dead in my tracks. “Don’t ruin what happened earlier by talking, kay?”

I nod.

Watching her walk away is almost as enjoyable as watching her coming back. Setting her tray on the high table I’m sitting at she picks up the fresh mug of beer and wipes the outside of the glass where suds had ran over, of course I see it as a perfect opportunity to tease her. “Don’t bother Sweetpea nothing I like better than good head…on beer of course.”

“Oh yeah? You like head, huh?”

“Definitely.” Looking at her pouty pale pink lips without looking up I say, “from you I’d bet I’d love it.”

Saddling her body right against mine, so close her left breast rests on the crook of my arm she winks before picking up her tray, and grabbing the empty glass from my first beer. “Let’s see shall we?”

Before I realize what she’s about to do Sasha hits the top of my full mug with the bottom of the empty one, and suds pour from the glass like molten lava from an active volcano. Froth covers the table top, drips to the floor, and for the second time since I’ve met the woman I find my lap covered in ice cold beer. That’ll kill a hard-on and quick. Not a painless death but a death nonetheless.

Taking the towel from her shoulder she leans close enough that her shirt gapes enough to give me an unobstructed view of paradise as she pats the booze from my crotch. The sight of her pretty pink lacey underthings distracts me from the sting of being doused with cold beer…again, but not from the feel of her touching me there.

Her fingernail makes a scratching noise as her finger runs across the whiskers along my jawline. “So?” she asks breathlessly.

I’m unsure what she’s asking. “So?” I ask without taking my gaze from where she towels off my junk that is starting to show his appreciation for all the attention.

“Did you love it?”

My confusion must be obvious.

“The head. You were sure you’d love the head from me.”

Dammit. I want to be pissed. Losing the battle I feel the corners of my mouth turn upwards before I lose out to the laughter.

Her response? Only the most stunning and absolutely crooked smile I’ve ever seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seven

 

Sasha

I think I might be losing it. First, I flirt—albeit awkwardly with Bull every time he comes into the bar like he’s an option. He’s not, you know? Not an option. I can’t waste time with a man like him right now. I’ve lost the right to behave so frivolously. My life is no longer about what I want, but what is right for my daughter. But, I can’t seem to help myself. He’s been in at least three times this week alone and it’s only Friday.

Secondly, besides my bad decisions and immature behavior regarding Bull, I feel something else. I can’t really explain it but I feel like I’m being watched—maybe even followed. Two days ago I felt like someone was watching me as I stocked the cooler behind the bar. Every time I turned around no one was looking in my direction, but I know what I felt. Yesterday, I could’ve swore someone followed me from the bar when I left in my rental. I’ve been here for weeks, I have a job and a place to live, it’s time to get a car. Keeping the rental can drain a bank account fast.

Maybe it’s all just a figment of my imagination? When I left the Shady Lady I guess it was like leaving my safe zone and I felt like everyone knew where I had been the past several years. Like they were judging me. Ridiculous, I know. There’s no scarlet letter on my chest, nothing marking me as a woman less than. I’d like to think I’ve come to terms with my past but in some ways I haven’t. The Shady Lady gave me a home, a family, and I loved my time there. But, if I was being honest? No matter how I sweetened it the place was still a brothel, a whore house in the eyes of many.

No longer am I the same woman who had stayed in a house of ill repute. I know I’ve been forgiven for the mistakes of my past. If I learned anything from listening to my father’s sermons come every Sunday was that our Lord and Savior is all forgiving. I’ve asked, I’ve prayed, and I’ve come to peace with the Lord. Now, if only I can come to peace with myself. I seem to be the one who has a hard time forgiving—not really for myself but on behalf of my child. I intend to make up for her far from stellar beginning for the rest of her my life. It may take that long, I fear.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Texas’s most volatile bartender.”

Guilt hits me instantly when my body reacts to his voice like it has a right to. My tummy tickles, breath quickens, and the need to right my clothing and check my hair hit me hard. Instead, I close my eyes and take a single deep calming breath before releasing it and regaining my composure.

“You’re starting to concern me Mr.?” I wait for him to fill in his last name.

“Bull.”

Rolling my eyes. “Mr. Bull, seriously?”

“Or you could call me Sir Bull.” Biting the corner of his lip he nods. “Mmm yeah, I like the sound of that.”

He laughs when I shake my head and pretend to be disgusted…which I’m not.

“You’ve been thinking of me, huh?”

“What?”

“You said you were concerned about me. Can’t really be all that concerned about someone without thinking about that person. Right?”

“Not really.” I smirk as I pour him a Coors light from the freshly tapped keg. “Way I see it, a man who’s in a bar on a Friday afternoon, plus the fact he’s been in said bar every other day this week, “ I slide his beer across the shellacked bar top. “Well, I see that as concerning.”

“Do you now?”

Just to be mean and because I lack self-control I lick my lips knowing his eyes will follow my tongue like they always do just before I say what he wants to hear. “Yes, Sir.”

“God damn, woman,” he says before shaking his head and taking drink that lacks grace but shows clear desperation. My words effected him just as I thought it would. Feeling the blush warm my face when his eyes never leave me even as he chugs half the mug in seconds. “Are we about done with this?” his hand motions wildly between us and I know exactly what he means but I pretend I don’t.

“With what exactly?”

He puts his beer down and leans forward looking at me intensely through thick dark lashes. I seriously have lash envy right now. His eyes are swimming with desire, and I can feel what he wants from me just as much as I feel the same in my body.

“With what…really?” his grin is nearly predatory and my body reacts to it from the red flags waving in my head to the clenching between my legs. “This flirting. The way you’re looking at me like your last meal on death row. Or, the way you lick your lips like you know how my cock’ll taste down your throat.” Reaching down he adjusts what I imagine is a growing bulge beneath his zipper. Having to hold the groan when the bar top blocks my view. “Or that—that look you have right now. You want my cock? It’s yours. You can have it any fucking way you want it.” He reaches across the bar and tucks a few stray strands behind my ear like he’s done before. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

What do I say? Especially, when all I can think about is the way he’d look hovering over my body. Would he be demanding in bed or would he want me to lead the way…like John. With his words I’m guessing that Bull would be a dominant lover. That thought causes a shudder to run through my body.

He chuckles lightly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The bastard felt it. “Sasha, weren’t you ever taught when you mess with the bull you’re bound to get the horns—rather the horn in this case?” his laugh is deep and comes easy.

I’m just about to tell him he’s mistaken, but I’m interrupted when a couple sits at the bar and ask for a MGD and a white wine spritzer. A white wine spritzer? Does she not know she’s in a Texas honky-tonk not a Manhattan nightclub?

As I walk away from Bull I’m pretty sure I hear him saying something about getting the horn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eight

 

Bull

Looking at Isaac sitting on the barstool next to me I consider lying. Telling him I have some other reason—any other reason to be here once again, but I don’t. “I’m not going to fuck with her.”

He crosses his arms and leans back giving me the look that calls me on my bullshit.

“Okay, I wanna fuck her, and will the first chance I get.”

Isaac shakes his head at my confession.

“Look. I dig her.” Adding, “don’t know why but I do.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes because there’s really nothing else to say.

“Boss man, can I get you a beer?”

Isaac looks my way and I think he’s about to tell my ass to leave, but he surprises me. “Bull here could use another from the looks of it. I’ve got a beautiful woman waitin’ on me at home. You sure you can lock up tonight?”

“Yes, Sir.” she replies and I wonder if that’s not for my benefit.

I know I came on strong earlier, but I’ve never felt this instant attraction to a woman before. It’s not only sex either, I feel like I want to know her—the whole story. Isaac may have known the basics but that no longer seems like enough.

“It’s kind of dead tonight why don’t you close-up an hour early? But, tomorrow I’ll need you until closing.”

The phone behind the bar rings and Isaac answers it while Sasha gets me a refill. His eyes dart from Sasha to me, then back to her before he does a quick 360 of the place. Whoever’s on the phone has him tense. He hangs up and with a jerk of his chin I’m following him into the back.

“Who was that?”

Isaac pushes the double door open slightly and surveys the bar once more before he tells me about the caller.

“But, he asked for her by name?” I ask.

Rubbing his hands over his face I can feel his uneasiness from here. “Her real name. Shit.”

“Isaac you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on here.” I see the top of a blonde head walk past the windows in the door. “Is Sissy in some kind of trouble or something?”

“I don’t know.” There’s something in his voice that gives him away.

“What is it, man?”

“The guy? The one I told you about? She left and I don’t think he wants it to be over or some shit.”

“Sissy’s hiding from him. Is that what you’re saying?” Not needing the answer I check to see where she is again through the window.

“Dammit. Now, I don’t want to leave her here by herself. Someone knows she’s here—even if I told them she wasn’t.”

“You go. I’ll stay with her and make sure she gets home all right.”

He scoffs.

“I’m not gonna try something when the woman could be in danger, but I do intend to find out what the hell’s going on.” That’s the damn truth.

I do exactly what I told Isaac I’d do. Every time the front door opens I take full inventory of the person walking in. Nobody suspicious has come into Hardbodies all night. Nothing but the regulars, a few stray bikers, and a couple young college kids who didn’t stay long when they realized the clientele was more along the lines of middle aged men than sorority girls.

“You’re going to have to go sometime I need to close up soon, cowboy.”

“I’m no cowboy, Sweetpea.”

“Sorry, habit.”

A loud shrill whistle echoes throughout the nearly empty bar. “Closing time! You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” Her wink makes me smile—it does. Completely forces the corners of my mouth upward. No control to stop it, I don’t even try.

After the last few stragglers leave I wait for Sasha to shut down the lights, lock the doors, and set the code.

“I know my way home, Bull.”

Taking her jean jacket from her hands I hold it as she slips one arm and then, the other in. There’s this strange inkling to kiss the back of her neck when I lift her hair over the collar of her jacket. I don’t. However, I do something even creepier and smell the blonde strands before dropping them.

“Did you just smell my hair?”

“What? Nuh-uh.”

“I think you smelled my hair.”

“I did not smell your hair, woman.”

Her expression shows just how much she doesn’t believe me. Not willing to admit my level of fucked up weirdness I say nothing more. Instead my hand on the small of her back leads her towards her little rental sedan that is parked near the back of the parking lot.

“Crap! I must’ve left the interior light on.”

As we get closer I can see that the interior of the car is bathed in a soft glow from the overhead light. “I’m surprised it’s not dead yet.”

“That would be my luck—”

We both freeze when the light shut off by itself. Sasha slowly turns and looks at me with question in her gray eyes.

“We must’ve spoke to soon.” I reach for the door handle and open the door.

“Whoa! I locked the door.”

“Maybe you forgot—”

“I never forget. It was locked.” She starts searching the parking lot, scanning the parked cars looking for something…someone. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Soon enough she’s practically running…backwards, stumbling when she hits the curb.

“Hey, hey, Sweetpea, slowdown.”

My fear of crossing some personal space boundary by taking her by the shoulders vanishes when Sasha all but climbs inside my body. Her arms are squeezing me so tightly I can feel every shake, every shiver racing through her body.

Suddenly a car peels out from behind the bar. No headlights on, and the driver shielding his face with a dark baseball cap pulled low on his brow and covered with a black hooded sweatshirt.

The phone call Isaac received just a few hours ago pops in my head. His fears that someone was looking for her seem justified now. “Who was that, Sissy?”

Small hands against my chest shove me back and she takes off running. Her legs are short compared to mine, there’s no way she’d get away from me if I didn’t let her. I don’t. I’m not sure what spooked her but I intend to find out.

When she doesn’t stop flailing I do the only thing I can think of. Tossing her over my shoulder I head towards the other side of the bar where my bike is parked. Completely ignoring the way she smacks her fists against my thighs demanding I put her down repeatedly. Instead I settle her on the back of my bike, and after a couple futile attempts to swat my hands away I get my helmet on her and buckled.

Without another word I pull her arms around my waist and try desperately to ignore the way her soft breasts feel pressed firmly against my back. And, the way her arms tighten when I accelerate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nine

 

Sasha

I try to calm down by reminding myself that Bull is Isaac’s friend, Avery’s too. And, I’d trust those two with my life—maybe I just did without realizing it. Call it intuition or merely a feeling deep inside, but I trust Bull—not that I really know why. He’s tossed sexual innuendo my way since the first moment we met, hit on me relentlessly. Although, something had changed in him the last few times he’d been in the bar. Of course the man still flirted incessantly, but there was a softer side to it…to him. A playfulness he hadn’t had the first night. The intensity in his stare had wandered and I no longer felt anything but his appreciation, there was a mutual attraction there.

When I realize we are pulling down the block from my apartment complex I wonder if I spoke too soon. How’d he know where I lived? Without asking for directions Bull guides the bike over speed bumps, around corners, and drives to the back of the third building where my apartment resides.

“Before you ask, I followed you home last night.” When my mouth drops open he continues. “Nothing creepy or anything. I just wanted to make sure you made it home. You were dead on your feet and wouldn’t let me give you a ride, I just…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

I was though, dead on my feet. Somedays I feel so tired that I think I could just keel over, but I make it through it day after day. I have to.

After I fumble with the chinstrap Bull removes the helmet within seconds, and pulls me to my apartment door. When we reach the top of the stairs he asks for my keys and once again I don’t question him but hand them over like I know him from Adam—which I don’t really.

“You should leave this light on out here.”

His words hit me.

“I do—I did.”

“You sure?”

My body begins to tremble against and suddenly I get that feeling like I’m being watched. Once more I seek comfort in Bull’s presence, in his body. He says nothing but does pull me against the front of his body as he unlocks the deadbolt first, then, the other one with the the significantly smaller key.

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asks and I point down the small hallway just before my bedroom. “Wait here—”

“Wait what?”

Sitting me down on the closed toilet he unbuttons the black and white flannel he wears beneath his cut and lays them both over my shoulders obviously mistaking my fear for being cold.

“I want to check the place out—including that light over your door.” He bends low enough that our noses nearly touch. “Then, you will tell me what the hell has you running so damn scared.”

At first his words irritate me since they clearly leave no room for discussion. It was a command—no, it was a demand. But then again…I have nobody else right now, and I need to get this off my chest. Right now Bull seems to be my best option, hell, my only option.

“Lock this door and don’t open it until I tell you to.” Reaching inside the front pocket of his shirt that nearly swallows me whole Bull hands me his cell phone. “Call 911 if you hear anything besides me at the door in a minute. Okay?” I nod because really that’s all I can physically do right now. “Good girl.” Bull leaves me with a quick kiss. So fast I would’ve missed it if my body hadn’t tightened like a wound wire.

He kissed me—like really kissed me. Albeit brief and probably more out of concern than anything else…he kissed me. My fingers graze the exact place he’d pressed his lips against as if I could still feel it. It’s been a long time since a man kissed me. There had been a time when John couldn’t stop kissing me, but those days were long gone.

My heart starts to pound when the doorknob rattles. Someones trying to get into the bathroom. Fumbling with the phone I get the keypad up and just as I’m about to press SEND his voice comes through the cheap hollow door.

“Open up, Sweetpea. It’s me…Bull.”

I open the door just far enough I can see his face. “Just you?”

He doesn’t laugh at me even though I know I’m being ridiculous. “Just me. Come on out. It’s okay.” Pushing the door open he takes my hand and gently pulls me from the bathroom. My eyes take a minute to adjust to all the lights he’d turned on while he checked the place out.

We sit on the small beige microfiber couch and without shame I nearly climb in his lap. Neither of us say anything as I let my finger draw on the smooth fabric of the couch. Drawing shapes only to wipe the fabric back in the other direction clearing my canvas once more. It’s therapeutic, I guess?

“You going to tell me what’s—”

“You kissed me.”

We say at the same time.

His grin makes the dimple in his right cheek peak out and Bull looks less like the asshole biker who insulted me, and more like a boy up to no good. “I did kiss you and…”

“And?”

“You let me.”

I did. He’s right. “I was under duress.”

His laugh was barely audible. “Duress? I’ll show you duress.”

Waiting for him to go on I’m caught off guard when his mouth is against my own once again. When I pull back he traps my face in his big hands and kisses me like his life depends on it. This time I kiss him back. His tongue traces my lips asking without words for entrance—entrance I grant. Our tongues duel, neither of us wanting to be the winner. Bull changes the angle several times until he finds a position he likes. The man would swallow me whole if I wasn’t doing the same to him.

Not even sure how it happens I open my eyes  when Bull’s hands land on my waist beneath the hem of my Hardbodies shirt. Without shame I rock ever so gently over the bulge in his jeans while maintaining eye contact. Testing the waters so to speak I do it again.

He groans and his fingertips tighten on my waist pulling me harder against him.

I kiss him again because honestly? I like kissing Bull. He’s hard, hot, and intense. But, the way he’s touching me, and kissing me back with a tenderness I’d never guess he’d have. Guess you could say I’m one of those “have your cake and eat it too” kind of girls.

His whiskers tickle my neck as his lips travel across my jaw, from one earlobe to the other. Nipping the sensitive flesh along the way. “You taste so fucking good,” he says as his calloused hands slip into the back of my jeans and knead my ass like they’ve done it a million times before.

We kiss for a long time, until our lower parts are rubbing against each other like two feral cats in heat. Nearing the point I consider sticking my ass in his face and begging for something—anything really. I desperately need this, need his touch. I have no right to use him as a distraction but I fear I am. My guilts not strong enough to stop though. Instead I grind against the seam of my jeans and ride his erection trapped inside the denim seeking the friction I crave, hell, the friction I need.

So close! So close! So close!

Before I even realize what’s happening I pull my lips from his and stare at him with wide eyes, shock moving through my body as almost as intensely as my orgasm.

My toes curl, eyes roll and I whimper from a climax so intense it began to hurt.

“Are you coming already?” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and I feel my skin heat with embarrassment of coming so fast.

A shudder rakes through my body and a rock on his cock again, gasping as the seam of my jeans hit’s my sensitive clit like I straddled an electric fence. “S-s-stillllll coming,” I say on a low hum before the pulses within my sex slow and my rhythm falters.

“Goddamn you are sexy as hell woman.” Thick fingers lift my chin from my chest as my body twitches with aftershocks from my orgasm—unless that’s the shame leaving my body? “I didn’t even touch you.”

Yep, it was definitely shame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ten

 

Bull

Sissy using my body to seek her own pleasure is something I will never forget. I haven’t had a woman dry-hump me into orgasm since I was 16. Hell, even then I hadn’t really understood what was happening. Never would I have thought that it would’ve been so fucking sexy now. It was. She’d started to come with my tongue in her mouth, my hands on her ass, and my hard-on beneath her. The heat alone nearly did me in, but the thought of more kept me under control. Sissy? Not so much.

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” Licking my bottom lip when I see the light sheen of moisture gathered on hers. I want to suck that full lip into my mouth before wetting her all over again. Lips, north or south take your pick. “Feeling the heat from your pussy through our clothing, watching the way your tits jiggled each time you rocked your hips.” This groan comes out more like a growl. “Christ woman, the way you looked at me when you came? So fucking sexy.”

And, she blushes. Like a virginal young woman, she blushes. I know she’s not but it’s still endearing to watch. Even though she just blew my mind with the live in person porn session seeing her sweetness reminds me what happened earlier tonight.

“I need you to tell me who’s looking for you, and why you freaked out on me in the parking lot.” I tighten my hold on her when she tries to get up. “Stay here. I like you here.”

“Can we shut off the light?”

“What?”

She closes her eyes and her chest rises and falls with the deep breath she exhales. “I want to tell you, and I will but I don’t want to look at you when I do.”

This time I let her up. Like she said she turns off the lights before trying to sit next to me on the couch. I turn her and pull her back against my front. Her legs fall to either side of my own and when she leans back, I like the reassurance I get when she takes my discarded shirt and my cut and covers herself with them. Sissy sits surrounded by me, my body beneath hers and my clothing over her. I like the way it makes me feel…despite the briefest moment of panic.

After a couple of silent minutes she begins to talk. I hear about her parents, hear about the day she’d decide to run from them, run from the religion they’d shoved down her throat. My heart hurts for the young girl she had been when she felt like she couldn’t take it any longer.

Sissy confessed how John had given her the attention, and praise she’d always wanted from her own father. Then, how his attentions toward her eventually changed and she’d thought she loved him, but now feels like she loved the idea of him more than actually the man he is.

“Was that him? Tonight, at the bar?” her hair’s smooth against my neck as she shakes her head.

“No, John would never get his hands dirty, but he’d pay someone else to.”

I can understand the man not wanting to lose her, but hiring someone to track her down seemed extreme.

“Now tell me why you pushed me away at the bar.”

“You said my name, my real name.”

Shit. I had.

“I thought maybe—”

“He’d sent me?”

Her voice is hardly audible. “I’m sorry.”

Because I want to comfort her and because I want my lips back on her body I kiss the back of her neck. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.” I like that she went into survival mode. Of course that didn’t get her far with me or rather away from me, but at least she attempted.

She sits up quickly and turns to look at me, both of us trying to get our eyes to focus in the dark room. “How did you know my name?”

“Isaac let it slip, accidentally.” Pulling her back against my body I pull her hair tie out and start smoothing the long blonde tresses over her left shoulder. “I caught his fumble and ran with it, I guess.”

“So you knew my story already?”

“Some.”

“He’ll be back, you know?” I already know she’s talking about John. “Maybe I should just leave now. Go to a different state, across the country. Isaac and Avery don’t need my drama right now.”

“You’re not going anywhere. Isaac and Avery love you, and want you safe and that means here.” She thinks I mean Texas, but I mean my arms. Considering how much I should confess I decide I’m not hiding my thoughts, my feelings. They’re new to me but I won’t deny they are there. “I want you here.” It’s the truth, and it’s why I had the fleeting moment of panic earlier. “I want you.”

Sissy’s quiet as she lets me pet her hair with my left hand. My right is being played with between two small hands, twenty delicate fingers trace my knuckles, and measure their width around my own. Truth is as much as I like her touching me I appreciate it even more. Without knowing it Sissy’s soothing me, calming me, pulling me back from that goddamn ledge. Hearing how John weaseled his way into her life and eventually her bed when she was barely legal had my blood beginning to boil.

Her gentle feminine voice breaks the silence. “Bull?”

“Right here.” I respond with.

“I want you too.” She whispers.

I won’t lie, I’m shocked by her confession. We hardly know each other but I have this overwhelming urge to care for her, protect her. It’s all new to me and I’m not positive how I’m supposed to deal with this. I want her. Sexually? Like you wouldn’t fucking believe. But, something in me wants her for so much more than sex. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m really at the beginning of something that is about to change me, change my entire life, and I’m no longer panicked. I’m ready for this…ready for the curvaceous blonde in front of me.

Tampering the need to find this John dickwad and beat him bloody, I focus on the words she just said to me.

This time when she moves I know she’s not going to leave me so I let her go from my grasp. She doesn’t disappoint me when she lays my clothing on a nearby chair and takes her rightful place across my lap once more. Now, she faces me, only a breath away and I can really appreciate the face I’ve come to see in my dreams this week. The smooth pale skin, rosy lips even though they’re bare, and those sinful gray eyes that are the same color of the crankshaft in my bike.

Yeah, I’d say Sissy’s similar to my bike. She’s definitely a high-torque engine in a relatively small package. She’s got my pistons working at full bore, cylinders fired up. Goddamn. You can take the biker off the bike, but you can’t take the bike outta the biker, I guess.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispers against my lips.

“Because you’re scared or because you want me to?”

Fearing her answer I try desperately to stay focused on her eyes in the darkness.

“Both.”

My internal war begins. I’d stay either way, but my body wants more than to simply stay. It wants in her bed, in her head, heart, and body.

When her arms slide up my chest and slowly snake around my neck, her soft feminine noise of pleasure makes the decision for me. Her answers enough. It’s enough…for now.

Saying nothing but telling her everything at the same time I kiss her. Kissing her harder than I had earlier, lifting my hips beneath her. Thoughts of wanting this position with her naked flood my thoughts. Bending her over the back of this couch as I took her from the back. Laying her flat on her back and loving on her with every part of me touching every part of her. Sissy sitting on the arm of the couch as I eat her like a starving man.

Her body melts against mine and it only confirms that she wants this—wants me as much as I want her. Sissy’s hands leave my neck but not my body. Soft fingers trace along my chest and neck before they followed the angles of my face. Tracing my brow bone only to slide through the hair along my jawline.

This time her soft, supple body is facing me when I guide her hips to move on me with my hands on her waist.

Sissy breaks our kiss and leans back, her hands on my knees as she undulates her hips. Those blonde tresses hang behind her and I can almost feel them tickling my legs as if we were naked. Full breasts sway just inches from my face and fuck if I don’t drool thinking how badly I want them in my mouth.

Suddenly, her body goes tight. Every muscle tensing over my own and she whimpers. It’s a loud, low, desperate sound and I could swear she’s about to…

“Are you coming again?”

Nodding her head crazily she chants “yes, yes, y-y-y-yesssssss!” Her words fade on the last scream slowly as she rides out her orgasm. A whole body shudder travels through her right in front of me. My dick twitches thinking how it would’ve felt to be inside of her the moment her eyes rolled back into her head, and she came so violently that she’s gasping for breath. “Yes, I’m—” she clears her throat. “Yes, I was coming.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eleven

 

Sasha

Never, ever, ever have I been a woman who can orgasm more than once. I’ve always needed a recovery period. My body strung tight after a climax was always far too sensitive to even consider going for the gold once more. But, here I am…a multiple orgasm girl. Maybe it wasn’t back-to-back but close enough. I’d came twice in a matter of minutes of each other and like a goddamn champ. Like it’s something I do daily. Far from the truth. So far.

Both times it wasn’t the way I ground myself on Bull’s erection—not that it didn’t assist, but it wasn’t what threw my ass over the proverbial orgasm cliff. No, it was the way he looked at me. Watched me finding my pleasure all while he took inventory of every inch of my body. Appreciation shone brightly across his face. And, I’m going to be real honest here…I needed that more than the orgasms themselves. Oh, I loved the earth shattering euphoria they gifted me, but I’m not ashamed to say Bull granted me so much more.

Bull’s intense gaze set my body a blaze. His thankfulness clear in his eyes lit the match. And, the energy running through his body radiated from him and entered my own fueling the fire. For a moment I was what he said…I was sexy. Feeling inhibited, free and adored was new to me, but now I want those feelings for good, to call my own, and even if it’s wrong I want them with him.

I’ve never really been all that into sex—not really. I know, I know, I spent years at a brothel. But, I was a kept woman there really. It was the sisterhood I had there that kept me for years, the family that accepted me no matter what. I never thought I could be like the girls there. They had this cloud of sexuality that surrounded them that I unfortunately lacked. Apparently I was the only woman at the Shady Lady without a drop of seduction in her blood.

John never seemed to mind that I wasn’t like the rest, in fact he found my awkwardness refreshing—he’d told me that once. At the time I was flattered, but now part of me wonders if he merely liked it because my inexperience spoke of my youth. I think he liked that I was younger than the rest, and far less experienced. What was nothing more than a kink to him I took as so much more. That would explain why his interests went to someone else…a woman five years younger than me. A collegiate that had been expelled after photos of her wearing the school’s letter jacket surfaced on some cheap porn site on the web.

“Where’d you go Sweetpea?”

A faux smile on my face I try not to think about my revelation as I look at the man in front of me.

Bull’s hands cradle my face so gently I hardly feel his fingers besides the warmth they spread across my cheeks. “If this is too much, too fast, or whatever we don’t have to do anything.” His chest expands with each labored breath he takes, and I realize the control he’s trying to maintain. I don’t want that. Right now I want Bull out of control. Crave him wild and unleashed. Crave it like my body hadn’t already been given two toe curling climaxes. “I’ll crash here on the couch—”

“I don’t want you on the couch.” I whisper and his eyes fall and he begins to chew on his lower lip. “I want you in my bed.”

His eyes snap to mine. Bull’s asking without words if I’m sure. I am.

Since words aren’t really needed I simply take his hand and lead him towards my bedroom. Neither of us turn the lights on. There’s plenty of light coming through the vertical blinds from the nearby streetlight. Lightly nudging him towards my bed Bull sits on the edge and he looks right at home among my rumpled comforter and sheets.

With his eyes on me I pop the button on my jeans and shimmy them down my legs trying to make it look far sexier than it feels. The denim is fighting a lot snugger than it used to these days. But, of course my pants are tighter right now and before long they’re going to get a helluva lot tighter in the coming months.

Shit! That’s when it hits me. I can’t do this, but man-oh-man do I want to. Could I? I mean physically I could—

“Need some help?”

Shaking my head I push my socks off and decide against pulling my shirt off. Instead I drop to my knees and trace the buckle of his studded belt repeatedly while I conjure up the courage to continue.

Bull grabs his shirt by the hem and pulls it over his head tossing it aside. “It was blocking my view—”

“Mine too.”

He’s stunning. A wide well defined chest, marked with a bull tattoo. I’ve never been a fan of ink but right now I can’t stop thinking how I’d like to lick that spot and see if it tastes any different than the rest of his tan skin. Letting my curiosity run I circle his nipples with my fingers following the trail of dark hair down his chest, over his firm stomach and undo his belt before unzipping his jeans. Bull shudders when I scrape my fingers down the treasure trail he has and touch inside his boxer briefs.

“You’re so hard.” I say like he doesn’t already know.

“You seem to have that effect on me.”

I tug his pants and underwear down as he lifts his body up.

“Omigawd!” I gasp before I can catch myself.

I imagine he’s blushing even though I can’t tell in the faint light coming through the windows. Bull’s chuckle is low and unsure. “You don’t sound too pleased—”

“No, no, no, no!” I reach out and wrap my fingers around his cock and notice how my fingers don’t touch around the girth. He arches his brow when our eyes meet. “It’s just it’s…umm…wow.” Taking a deep breath I release it and fess up. “I’ve never seen one this big.” The man still looks uncomfortable. “Not that I’ve seen many or anything. Actually I’ve only seen one other one…John’s…and it was nothing like this thing.”

He laughs. “Thing?”

“You know what I mean.” I’m getting all flustered here—over a penis, a large penis, a large penis with a pretty prominent bend in it. I don’t mention that part because I don’t know if he’s self-conscious about it or not, but it does worry me some.

Without saying another word I bend down and lick the moisture beaded on the tip and Bull jumps. “I’m sorry did I—”

“Just surprised me is all.” He says with his eyes locked on my mouth. “Please, continue. Please?” His thumb traces my bottom lip.

He’s adorable. A word I’m sure has never been used to describe the male specimen in front of me. Sucking his thumb into my mouth I suck on it like I plan to do with his cock.

Bull groans.

Without an ounce of grace I engulf the head of his cock and suck on it like I’ve done it a million times before tonight. Taking him as deep as I can before I gag. The smooth skin throbs in my mouth and I feel energized—like I’m doing something right. I continue sucking on his dick as his body occasionally twitches beneath my hand that’s wrapped around the shaft. I stroke him my hand moving easily from the wetness of my mouth.

Soon enough his hands have pulled my hair away from my face and he holds it there with one hand while the other traces the hollow of my cheek with every withdrawal. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like the most powerful woman on earth…I like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twelve

 

Bull

When she smirks with my cock in her mouth I nearly come. I’ve thought of this moment numerous times since I first met her a week ago. Back when I had no right to picture her full lips wrapped around my dick. The daydreams about night things pale in comparison to Sissy on her knees in front of me.

When she cups my balls I bump my hips and slide in deeper than a second ago. She doesn’t falter so I do it again, and again, pushing deeper and faster. “Look at me, sweetpea.”

I groan when mascara’d lashes raise to show me the desire in those gray eyes of hers. She groans and the vibration travels up my shaft and hits me straight in the balls.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

She releases me with a pop. “You don’t?” she asks and I’m regretting pulling her off of me when I take in the spit string that connects her lips to my cock still. Goddamn that’s hot as fucking hell.

“Uh-uh.” Even though it pains me I stand her in front of me. Sissy’s so short compared to me that we’re practically the same height this way. I’m mouth level with her tits and in my opinion that’s a damn fine place to be. “I want to be buried balls deep when I come. Not only do I want to be in you but I want to be over you. My body covering yours. For chrissake woman I want you screaming my name the same time your pussy squeezes me dry.”

Sissy’s eyes are wide, her breath shallow as she fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “Wow…just wow. Visual much?”

“I’ve thought of taking you since the first day I met your smart mouth.”

Her laugh sounds nervous and it ignites the protective feelings inside me again. This time I’m not questioning them. Those strange feelings got me here—in Sissy’s room, with a half naked Sissy in front of me. None of this makes sense, but I’m done questioning it. I’m where I want to be and soon enough I’ll be between those thick thighs of hers…a place I want to be even more.

Taking the hem of her shirt my attempt to get her out of it fails when she jerks it from my fingers and tugs it around her thighs. The way she pulls at the material it’s as if she’s begging for more fabric.

“I’m sorry. I know this is crazy fast, but I can’t seem to stop. I want you—not just for a roll in the hay but everything. Am I alone in that?” God, I beg I’m not, but if I am I will walk away from her without pressuring her anymore. I could swear that Sissy was on the same wavelength as I am, but I’ve been wrong before.

She rocks on her heels and fidgets with her fingers before shaking her head. “You’re not alone.”

Her words although whispered hit me harder than if she had screamed them.

Looking nervous, and like she’s about to say something, yet she doesn’t. If I was a stronger man I’d stop now, but instead I continue. The need for her stronger than the need for my next breath…I’m beginning to think they are one and the same.

This time when I reach for her shirt she allows me to dispose of it. Sissy’s standing in front of me very, very close to being deliciously naked, only her sexy under things cover her most private of areas. A satiny smooth pale pink bra trimmed in black lace covers her bountiful chest. Neon orange boy shorts with lime slices and the words ‘Thirsty Thursday’ written above a small margarita glass have me cracking up, especially since it’s Friday.

“I really need to do laundry.” Embarrassment clear in her voice, but I like her even more than I did a minute ago. Sissy’s real, she’s not putting on a show for me. Mismatched underwear, unmade bed, sassy mouth…all of it.

Taking hold of her hands I pull them away from her body and see what she was trying to cover up. I thought I’d seen the beginnings of a baby bump beneath her clothing, but hell if I’d ask.

So many things suddenly begin to make sense. “John’s?” I ask. Even in the dark I see the glimmer of tears running down her cheeks. “He doesn’t deserve this baby, he doesn’t deserve you.” Placing my hand on the prominent swell of her belly I feel as if I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be at the exact right time.

I’d felt that way overseas with my brothers in the Big Sandbox as we fought for our country. Hell, I’d even felt that way when I’d come home and became a patched member of the club. And, I feel the same way now. This woman, this baby? Were meant to be mine and I intend to keep them both safe until my last breath as I would my fellow brothers in arms, and the mc.

Leaning forward I kiss her round belly and a glimmer of excitement hits me thinking of how her body will grow and ripen with my child—yes, my child. From here on I intend to take Sissy on and her child as well. Spending the rest of my life thanking her for giving me the family I never knew I wanted until this moment.

“You’ll both be safe…with me.” My voice is thick with emotion I hadn’t even known I was capable of.

Sissy’s hands go to my head and when I think she’s about to push me away…she pulls me closer. Bending down her cheek rest on the top of my head and I can feel her body shaking.

She’s crying.

I’m crying.

“John will be—”

I interrupt her. “John will be taken care of and that’s it.” I practically snarl with the bastards name.

“He’s the baby’s—”

“Don’t. Finish. That.” Anger hits me like I’ve never known thinking of the words she was about to say. “He is nothing to this baby. He is nothing to you, Sissy. Maybe not today but one day I’ll be the only man whose name falls from your beautiful lips. And, I’ll be the best father I can be to this little boy…or girl.”

“Girl.”

Feeling like I’ve taken a pink tipped arrow to the chest my tears fall faster. “Girl? You’re sure?”

“Y-yes.”

This is insane, I know. There’s no way I can explain what’s happening, it’s all new to me. All I know for certain is I’m not willing to walk away from her or from the baby. A daughter, I’m going to have a daughter.

One last soft kiss to her slightly protruding belly and I stand, gently lowering her to the plush bed. Careful of her stomach I press my body against hers. After kicking my jeans off I get lost in the light that’s shining just across her face. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Just when I think she couldn’t get anymore stunning I look down where her—where our daughter lies and know I was wrong. “I don’t need anything but to hold you tonight.”

“I want that too, but first I want you to make me feel like a woman once more.” Her smile is weak. “Remind me that there’s more to me—to my body than a baby oven.” A single tear gathers at the corner of her eye and without thinking I kiss it away.

Now, the undeniable hormones make sense. The nearly instant orgasm, the uninhibited behavior, it’s not purely Sissy but Sissy’s body leading the way. I’d laugh if she didn’t look so serious right now.

Her hand grips me and strokes as she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses across my chest. Stopping only to flick my pebbled nipple with the tip of her tongue. “I want you, Bull.” Laying down her big eyes focus on my own. “Do you still want me?” Uncertainty clouding her gaze.

Sliding the head of my cock through her wetness growling against her mouth before I steal another kiss. “Mmm I can feel how wet you are. Can you feel how hard I am?”

“Mmm hmm.” I slide through her slit again coating my cock with her juices. “I feel it.” She pants.

Rolling my hips I grit my teeth when I nudge her clit with each undulation. When her back arches I suck one hard nipple into my mouth. Lapping at the softest skin I’ve ever felt. She smells so womanly here, taste like nothing I’ve ever tried before.

“More please.” She gasps as I sample from the other rosy tip. “B-Bull please. Please.” There’s no need for her to beg. I’d give her whatever she wants and I’d do it without the begging.

Releasing her breast from my mouth I flick the extended nipple with my tongue and absorb her feminine moan like a goddamn sponge. Watching her as I push my cock that was nestled so comfortably between her pussy lips. It’d be sad to leave the way her sex hugged my dick like she didn’t want him to leave if I wasn’t on my way to heaven.

Keeping my eyes locked on Sissy’s I’m asking without actually asking. When she nibbles on her bottom lip and raises her hips I take it as permission but to be sure I say what I intend so there’s no confusion. “I’m going to come inside of you and when I do? Know that you’re mine. There’s no turning back, Sweetpea.”

Sinking in further the head of my cock is engulfed in a heat that I don’t recall ever feeling. Her pussy is snug and hugs me like a velvet glove. She’s tight, wet, and so supple my restraint physically hurts.

Careful to keep my weight from her tummy I begin to love on her like I’ve thought about since that first day. Kiss her before sucking on her sensitive nipples again. 

Her hips meet my own with each thrust. Sissy’s greedy in her sex and I find it hot as hell. Wanting her to take what she wants from me. “Make me yours, Bull.” Her words have my thrusts coming harder and faster. “Am I yours?” she asks.

Extending my arms I lock my elbows and watch the pliant woman beneath me. Soft thighs lock around my waist as I continue to slam into her wet warmth.

“Am I y-y-yours?” she repeats before gasping to catch her breath.

Is she mine? “Hell yeah you’re mine!” I growl into her neck.

Crying out as the orgasm pulls her under. Her body quaking, legs locked around me and the sudden pain on my chest where Sissy bites me as she begins to climax pushes me over the edge. Thrusting deep I concentrate on every spurt that shoots from my cock. I don’t want to forget this. I’ll always remember the first time I came inside of her. The first time I marked her as my own. Call me a neanderthal I don’t care, but I just marked my territory and I protect mine.

When I pull my spent cock from her pussy, I watch as our mixed juices run from her body, slipping down the crack of her ass. I’ve never finished inside of a woman bare. Hell, I’ve never had sex without latex before. I’m proud of myself for not coming prematurely. But, I already want to do it again.

“Bull?”

Lying on my side I pull her against my body and nuzzle her neck through her tangled hair. “Yeah?” My eyes are heavy but I’m almost afraid to sleep.

Sissy takes my hand and sets it on her stomach. “We’re yours.”

It only took those two words to dissipate the fear, and when I closed my eyes not only did I have my family in my arms but there was a smile on my face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thirteen

 

Sasha

2 weeks later

Every damn time that phone rings it scares the hell outta me. Even I can admit that if it was happening to anyone but me I’d find it funny.

“Hello, Hardbodies.” I answer with.

“Can I speak to Sissy Michaels?”

My chest clenches and I’m unable to speak.

“Hello Miss?”

It’s been months since I’ve heard that voice…his voice. John.

“Sissy? Is that you, baby doll?”

Just hearing the nickname I had thought was adorable at one time now makes me cringe. I don’t want to think that my youth was the basis of John’s attraction to me, but I’m beginning to think it was.

“Sissy, talk to me.”

“What’s wrong, Sweetpea?” Bull asked before taking the receiver from my hand. “Who is this? Hello?” Hanging the phone up, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and sets me on the bar. “Who was on the phone?”

“J-John.”

“Just now? What’d he say to you, baby?”

The tears come before I can even answer. I’d read in the baby book that these crazy emotional mood swings were to be expected, but I hadn’t thought I’d really get them. I do. I’m emotional, tired all the time, moody as hell, and so horny that I’m nearing dangerous.

“Sissy.” Bull frames my face and his eyes travel over me, taking inventory, making sure I’m—making sure we’re safe. “What’d he say to you?”

“He knows I’m here.” Panic hits me and I try to get off the bar, because I need to go. I need to get out of here.

“Whoa! Where are you going?”

“He knows I’m here, Bull! I’ve got to get out of here!” No man had ever taken care of me like this one did. Taking my hands he wrapped them around his neck while he nudged his way between my legs. Forehead to forehead. “You’re not running.” Bull said before he kissed me lightly. “I’ll protect you and our little Taloolah.” Smirking at the horrid name he’s taken to calling the baby this past week.

“Trisha,” I whisper.

His fingers play with his dog tags he hung around my neck a few days ago. “Naw. I like Taloolah.” He holds the metal tags against my lips and I kiss them before he tucks them back inside my shirt with a smile on his handsome face.

Shaking my head because he really is ridiculous. Pulling his mouth back to mine I thank him before I kiss him. He starts to say something, but I hold a single finger on his lips. “I appreciate the distraction. I’m okay now. I just need to figure out my next move—”

“Your next move?”

I nod.

His hands begin to rub down my thighs and hips before reversing the motion. “Our next move will be to get a restraining order against this asshole.”

“It won’t be granted.”

“What the hell do you mean it won’t be granted? Exactly why the hell not.”

“John will pull some strings, call in a favor, and it won’t happen.” He’s confused, and guilt hits me. “I should’ve told you—”

“Told me what? Is he a cop or something?”

“Hey Sash, can I get a beer?”

Bull holds up a finger telling Mikey—a regular to wait a minute. Glad Isaac’s not here right now.

“I’ve got to get him a beer.”

“He can wait.” His green eyes are searching mine and I feel bad for not telling him everything. “Should’ve told me what?”

“Doesn’t have to be on tap. I’ll take a bottle too.” Mikey inserts.

“I need to do my job—”

“For chrissake!” Bull reaches into the cooler behind the bar and grabs a bottle without even looking. He puts the bottle against the edge of the bar and hits the top of the bottle popping off the bottle top. Suds run down the longneck and over his fingers as it drips over the bar. “On the house.”

Mikey mumbles something as he shakes the beer from his hand as the golden liquid still froths over.

“Tell me.”

Like ripping off a bandaid right? “John’s running for office—”

“Office?”

“Senate.” I whisper.

The muscle in his jaw ticks when he realizes who I’m talking about. “John—your John is John McCallister? As in John McCallister third generation McCallister hoping to serve as a Texas senator?”

“That’s the one.”

Pulling his cell from the small pocket on the inside of his cut Bull searches his contacts, then presses send. He says nothing to me and I almost wish he would just be pissed at me and get it over with.

“Axle? Got his last name and you’re gonna shit.” Disappointment is the only way to describe the look in his eyes when Bull glances my way. “John McCallister. As in the McCallister running for—yep, him.”

This time when a couple men made their way to the bar Bull lifted me from the bar so I could serve them. I tried to hear what he was saying but I didn’t get much from the little bit I overheard.

A shrill whistle echoes through the bar. “Babyface, tend the bar. I need to talk to Sasha.”

“Babyface?” I say to myself.

A man in leather and denim comes from the back of the bar. I hadn’t even known he was there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man before. His leather vest matched the one on Bull’s back. He was a member of the same mc.

Pulling my hand from Bull’s he takes hold of it again. “I can’t just leave some stranger to do my job!”

“Isaac knows Babyface, he knows he’s been here the last four days. It’s fine.”

Four days? The man had been here the last four days? “Bull, what the heck is going on?”

His eyes bore into me and his voice is sharp. “That seems to be the million dollar question, doesn’t it?”

“What does that mean?”

Pulling me into the back he finally stops when we’re in the middle of the stock room. Cases and cases of booze, dozens of kegs, “Why did you hide who John exactly is?”

“Hide? I didn’t hide anything!”

“That’s what I call it.”

“Why did you hide the fact that you were just shot a few months ago? That scar on your leg is from a bullet, isn’t it”

With a tense jaw he nods. “There was no need to mention it. But, there was all sorts of reasons why you should’ve told me you’re being stalked by a goddamn politician!”

“Everything good back here?” Terrence Lee, the head bouncer for Hardbodies yelled through the door. He always worked the evenings on the weekends, our raised voices must’ve alerted him. The bar was busy and the clientele more rambunctious than during the week. “Sasha?”

Bull raised an eyebrow challenging me to say anything but the truth. Of course I was okay, Bull was here. And, even though the man drove me insane he’s done nothing but what he said he would days ago. He’s protected us—more than I even know apparently. I’ve felt nothing but adoration from the man.

He’s traveled back and forth between the garage and the Ignition Infantry clubhouse  during the day only to make it back to me at night. It’s crazy and I’ve told him as much. I’ve been on my own for awhile now and I’m capable of staying alone, Bull doesn’t want me to. Saying he may as well get used to the drive sooner than later.

“Everything’s fine, Terrence.”

The sound of the door swinging closed says Terrence was satisfied with my reply.

“Look sweet pea, I wasn’t hiding the fact I was shot, but I wasn’t being up front either.” Bull ran his hands through his hair a sign he was frustrated—maybe even nervous. The dark strands stood up at all angles, and I’ve still never seen a better looking man. “I know I’m not the kind of man a woman would want for a husband, a father to their baby—”

“My god! Why would you say that?”

“I’m a grease monkey, I know that. It’s what I know, what I love. I fix bikes for a living. The garage is owned by a motorcycle club that I’m a patched member of.” Holding his hand up to silence me just as I was about to say something he continues. “I’m a soldier—always will be. I’m a biker, and I’ll always be that too. The only place I feel more at home than on the back of a bike is when I’m wrapped around you.”

“Bull—”

Shaking his head he asked me to let him finish. I did.

“Now, I’ll always stand behind the Infantry, but sometimes a few rules need to be broken, sometimes I need to be one of them to do the breaking. But, I promise to do right by you and the baby.”

“I know you will.”

“Isaac said he can get me in touch with a lawyer, a man named Zane Saucier. We’ll get some papers drawn up that’ll keep John away from you and little Taloolah here.” His attempt at humor isn’t lost on me, but knowing John the way I do? Bull’s plan sounds far too easy. And, even though I love Bull I know that—oh my god…I love Bull.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fourteen

 

Bull

“It’s been three days since the bastard called, Axle. What if he doesn’t show up?”

“He will. Cowboy’s been on his tail since yesterday and there’s no doubt he’s headed this way.”

“I’m gonna kill him if he hurts her.”

Understanding crossed Axle’s expression. Had the tides been turned and it had been his Cherry in Sissy’s place? He’d feel the same, hell any man would. “That’s why you’re staying with me. In case anything goes down you’re going to need an alibi, Bull.”

I know what he’s not saying. “And, she needs to be alone…vulnerable.” Slamming my hand on the arm of the couch, do I ever wish it was a certain politician who graced more billboards across the state of Texas than the goddamn Longhorns.

I’d never really paid attention to the signs before. Of course I’d known his name, and that the man born with the silver spoon in his mouth was looking to follow in his daddy and granddaddy’s footsteps in the senate. But, I never paid attention to the man beneath the high end navy suit, white dress shirt and red tie. Yeah, a real patriot. Apparently he stood for more than liberty.

“Calm down, man. I know Zane and those papers are iron clad.” I’d trust Isaac with my life, but not even that is keeping me calm right now.

“Yeah, if we can get John to sign them.”

Axle slaps me on the shoulder. “He will. Guaran-damn-teed he will, brother.”

“Alright, you can stay as long as you like. Avery and I will be at Tebow tonight, the apartments yours.” His chuckle is low. “There’s enough Ignition men surrounding my damn bar that I feel like I’m in the way.”

“Sissy doesn’t want you and Avery involved and…”

“And what mama wants mama gets?”

If anyone understood that it was Isaac right now. With Avery pregnant Bull would put money on the fact that little soon-to-be mama got whatever she wanted too.

“Exactly.”

“I’m out. Call if you need the McCoy’s. We’ll be here in minutes.”

Watching Isaac walk out the door I think of how much my life’s changed in such a short time. And, all because the Badass needed new pistons in his Harley. I’d returned the bike and saw her. Returned the keys to Isaac and found my future behind the bar.

More than a month ago someone had called the bar asking for Sissy. It’s been weeks since someone had been waiting outside of Hardbodies for her when she locked up and took the lightbulb from the fixture outside of her apartment. Three days since the phone call from John. It wouldn’t be long now before he showed his face.

Calling in his brothers from the Infantry was the right thing to do. There’d be no one else he’d trust Sissy and the baby’s safety with. There were men outside the bar that’d go unseen. A few members inside of Hardbodies, and Cowboy tailing John McCallister. Stone was tracking John’s Chrysler around the corner from here at a booth in a diner. Cowboy had been able to get the GPS planted last night outside of Johnny boys residence.

Axle’s phone beeped signaling an incoming text message.

“Yep, definitely on his way here. Twenty minutes out according to Cowboy.”

I send a group text letting the boys know it’s about to go down. I say again, “I don’t like this Axle. I don’t like it all.”

“That lawyer was right. Those papers are the only way to keep him away from your woman and her baby—”

“My woman. My baby.”

 

Sasha

There’s been no sign of John all night. According to the last text message from Bull, Cowboy had told him they were only blocks away and that was well over an hour ago. They had warned me that he would most likely wait until the bar cleared out. John was that much of a coward. Honestly, I don’t know how I thought he was a different person than he really is.

Even knowing that he would be popping up at any second still scares me. I’m safe I know I am. There’s more men—not only men, but former military surrounding me than if the damn governor came to town.

By the time last call rolled around the crowd in the bar was thinning. Ignition Infantry men left one by one throughout the night. Knowing they were nearby helped ease my mind some but not completely. I’d met most of the men before tonight. Bull had taken me to the clubhouse and I’ll admit it was far from what I had made-up in my mind. Although, Bull said things were changing. More men were starting families, getting married, growing up.

Like himself…his words not mine.

He said with Axle—the club president getting hitched the clubhouse had been cleaned out. Very few women who weren’t old ladies were allowed in the clubhouse. The club had hired a couple bartenders, allowed members to bring in non patched or tagged guests on Fridays only. Not that any of that mattered to me. Bull had slipped his tags on my neck before I knew the significance.

It’s been one helluva a few weeks.

I’ve outgrown my clothes and made the jump to maternity wear somewhat reluctantly. Bull’s basically moved into my apartment, but he says it’s only temporary until we get a home together. I’ll be leaving Hardbodies when I hit my six month of pregnancy—which is approaching quickly. That decision was made between Isaac and Bull.

Part of me wants to be angry that decisions about my life are being made without my say so. But, part of me wants to curl up into the little bubble Bull’s trying to form around me and the baby. He means well, so does Isaac. Plus, he only agreed  to give me the job until I got on my feet. Alone I wouldn’t be, but with Bull I’m not only on my feet but standing on hardened concrete.

I know, I know, this is crazy. It’s all happening too fast, but babies don’t wait, and my heart doesn’t lie. When Bull’s not around…I miss him. When he looks at me I can feel it…he loves me. Not that he’s said those exact words. He doesn’t need to for me to know how he feels. I feel it in the way he touches my body, the way he looks into my eyes right before he kisses me, and the way he talks to my belly like our daughter is going to answer back. My tall, dark, handsome, biker let the tears fall when he felt the baby move for the first time. Nobody could convince me that this crazy isn’t absolutely bliss.

Wiping down the bar I toss the rag in the sink and take a deep breath. I can do this—need to do this.

Turning the lights off one by one, I say goodnight to the other bartender on staff tonight and follow him out the front door. Terrance waits for me to lock up and he escorts me to my car like he does nightly on the weekends Even though I don’t survey my surroundings I know they’re there. If the Ignition brotherhood feels the loyalty that Bull does I’m in capable hands.

My cell buzzes from where it’s tucked snugly beneath my left bra strap. It’s from Bull;

I got U, sweetP <3

Stupid, I know, but that’s all it takes to soothe me.

My second in nirvana lasted but a second when I get another text. This one from Cowboy to the entire group saying that John’s on foot behind the bar making his way towards my car so a minute later the tap at my window doesn’t come as a surprise. Yet, it still scares the hell out of me, but I still do as I was instructed to. Flipping the ringer off, I press the call button and slide the phone onto the visor over my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fifteen

 

Bull

“She’s rolling down the window,” Cowboy whispers into phone. I’ve got Axle’s at one ear and my phone in my hand, on mute. This way we can hear everything that’s said in that car.

John does exactly what we want and slides into the passenger seat when Sissy unlocks the door. For the first time since I found out who the bastard was I hear his voice other than a mud slinging campaign commercials that play every two minutes on the tube.

“Christ Babydoll do you know how hard it was to find you?”

The use of his nickname for my woman makes me sick. I must make some disgruntled sound because Axle gives me look telling me nonverbally to cool my shit.

“How did you find me, John?”

Good girl. We told her to use his name. Ask questions, use his name, get him to sign those papers.

“Private investigator. You didn’t give me a choice, Babydoll. You left—just disappeared!”

“I told you I was leaving!”

Silence came across the line, seemingly he was considering his words. “Figured they were just words…didn’t think you’d really do it.”

“I wanted a new life.”

“With my child? That’s my baby you’re carrying right?”

Just hearing him call my daughter his makes my stomach turn. His child my ass. That’s my child. My woman. My child.

“I want nothing from you. Sign these and you’ll never see me again.”

“Never see you again? You think that’s what I want?” His chuckle is dark and doesn’t hold a hint of humor. “Babydoll, I want you. Haven’t I taken care of you all this time?”

“You paid to keep a young naive girl as your dirty little secret.”

“You were never my dirty little secret!”

“What was I then?”

John’s loud sigh came through the phone and as much as I didn’t want to hear his answer, I kinda did at the same time.

“You were my Babydoll. So sweet and innocent—”

Sissy cut him off. “That’s what you liked wasn’t it? My innocence? The innocence you took before I was even legal.”

“You were 18!” He screamed.

“No, no, I wasn’t.” Her sniffles are killing me. “But, that’s what you told me to say. Wasn’t it?”

She hadn’t even been 18? I didn’t know that. Why didn’t I know that?

“Bull, calm down. She’s doing good. Sissy’s safe, the baby’s safe. Let her do this, I think she needs to.” Axle says as I start to pace the length of the room.

“Wasn’t it?” Sissy yells on a sob.

“Babydoll—”

“Don’t you fucking touch me! Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me.” Her voice suddenly turns cool and eerily calm. “I’m not a goddamn baby doll. I’m a woman, and that’s why you’ve lost interest in me. Isn’t it?” Her small laugh is hardly audible and it’s not real. “I’m not a girl anymore and that’s what you were attracted to in the first place—”

“I’m not a pedophile!”

“No?” Sarcasm dripped from that single word like honey from a hive on a hot Texas day. “Of course the all mighty John McCallister isn’t a pedophile. He merely likes to have sex with underage girls and keeps them—”

A loud slap echoed over the phone and for the briefest second I said a prayer it had been her hand across his cheek.

Axle’s cell rings, it’s Prettyboy. “He hit her! The fucker slapped her like a goddamn pussy. Permission to intercede?”

“Did she step on the brakes?” Axle asks.

“Negative.”

I look at Axle and he shakes his head.

“Stay back.”

She laughed again, but this time louder. “Truth sucks doesn’t it, John?”

“You wanted it. Momma and Daddy didn’t love you enough, did they? Don’t turn this on me. Truth was you wanted it. Tossed you some attention, some affection, and you were all too eager to drop to your knees in that hot little plaid skirt of yours.”

“I can’t take anymore of this!” Tossing Axle his phone I take off towards the stairs like a goddamn bullet. I’m going to break that assholes neck—congressman…senator…what-the-fuck-ever or not!

“Bull!”

I heard Axle yelling my name but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Taking the stairs two at a time I was out the back door in seconds. My boots hardly made a sound as my strides ate up the asphalt parking lot. Yanking open the door I had John by the collar and shoved against the car before the fucker knew what was happening.

“Bull!” Axle again.

Reaching into the back of my waistband I pull out my nine millimeter and press it against his chin. “I should blow your fucking head off!”

“Bull!”

“Let go of me!”

My grip tightened when John struggled to push me away—like he’d have a chance in hell. Then, I heard her. “Bull, stop!” I held her gaze. “Don’t. Don’t.” She shook her head and the red mark on her face from his hand was already swelling and visible beneath the streetlight. A light rain began to fall and drops clung to her eyelashes and I realized what was important.

Heavy footsteps approach and without looking I hand my gun over to Axle, but keep my hold on McCallister. “You will sign these papers, then you will never, and I mean never contact my wife again.”

“Wife?” John’s as surprised by my words as everyone else. His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks. “I’m not signing anything—”

“You might want to rethink that McCallister.” Axle slaps me on the shoulder. Stepping back Axle gets so close that John has to tilt his head back to look in the man’s face. “Running for senate correct?”

John nods but says nothing.

“I’d bet you plan on serving a term or two, then making your play for bigger and better fish. Maybe, something like governor perhaps?”

I heard Axle’s words, but the red I had seen faded away and in its place was a short curvaceous blonde whose face had begun to fill out. Even I can’t believe the tug at my lips when I think about all the late night Taco Bell cravings that are causing that. Sissy snuggles closer, turning her head into my chest, and I can’t believe I could’ve lost this with one hotheaded decision.

“You know what could kill a campaign for governor faster than just about anything?”

Gotta hand it to McCallister, he holds Axle’s glare but says nothing.

“Cowboy, you there brother?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you play McCallister here what every goddamn news station across the Bible Belt would be playing on the evening news?”

Axle holds his phone just inches from John’s face and his own voice along with Sissy’s comes over the speaker. Their entire conversation. “I believe it’s still considered statutory rape…even for politicians. But, I could be wrong…or not.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sasha

3 months later

Going up on my tiptoes I try snatching the bag from his hand. Of course with me being so short and Bull being, well, so not short I don’t stand a chance…without a ladder. “C’mon please?” Not even I believe my fake sweetness.

“What will you give me for them?”

“Umm I don’t know,” tapping my chin while I pretend to really ponder the question. “How about a healthy baby girl in a few weeks?”

Squinting his eyes my way I know I have him. Bull would do anything for our baby. She’s not even born yet and already she has daddy wrapped around her finger.

“That’s playing dirty.”

Knowing I’m really reaching I rub my extended belly and whine. “She’s hungry…I’m hungry.” Success. Not a drop of ladylike manners when I snatch the Taco Bell bag from his hand and head for the sofa. I’m nearly elbows deep in gaucamole when I remember I hadn’t thanked him for the lap full of delicious awesomeness. “Thank you baby.” Smacking my lips against his when Bull bends to kiss me I can’t believe how happy I am in this moment. Okay, part of it is because…tacos, but mostly because of the man who’s given me everything I ever wanted. Including tacos.

We moved into our new house four weeks ago. Only a few miles from the garage, and a handful more from the Ignition clubhouse. I have even more family now, they wear leather and chains, but they’re loyal to a fault.  The baby’s nursery has been painted a pale pink and Bull promises to put the crib together this weekend. A closet full of frilly dresses and a dresser full of sleepers, and more tiny pairs of shoes than even I own. All that’s missing is the baby.

Bull wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ve heard of having a bun in the oven, but I’m thinking you may have a burrito instead.” The balled up taco wrapper hits him right between the eyes. “Why I oughta!”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth and I’m pulling him onto the couch with me. His lips pulled against my own, his mouth tastes sweet and cold. Cold? “Did you get a shake too?”

Bull groans. “Focus, Sweetpea. Focus.”

I open for his tongue when he licks the seam of my lips over and over. He taste like vanilla ice cream. Wrapping a leg around his body I pull him close until his hard parts are grinding against my soft parts. Scratching my fingers through the hair along his chin I break our kiss. “I want to feel this on my neck, across my chest, on my—”

“Furry lips make happy nips.” His smile is a thing of beauty. How one guy could look like a sexy, tattooed, muscled and masculine man one second, and a mischievous boy seconds later is beyond me. When I moan as he rubs his beard against my cleavage his smile’s gone when he says, “I’m never shaving again. Ever.”

First my tank top was disposed of. Then, thick calloused fingers that always held grease beneath his fingernails twisted the three hooks of my bra as they popped open. My breasts fell free and my bra sailed through the air landing directly on the television.

He kissed along my clavicle leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses in his path. “I want to fuck you. I want you to smell like mine when we go to the clubhouse later.”

Of course I’d never tell him no. Not only do I love the man with every bone in my body, but he just brought me tacos. I’m blaming the pregnancy for my way of thinking, fairly certain it has something to do with this pregnancy fog I keep reading about.

 

BULL

“I can’t breathe, Bull!”

“Mmmm I know, me either Sweetpea.” I’m buried against her neck nipping along the bend to her shoulder. Pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. “You feel amazing. Every damn time.”

“Bull baby, I really can’t breathe.”

I’m lost in the delicious friction. She’s wet, warm and her pussy hugs my cock like she was formed for me and me only. The big belly has made sex interesting—not impossible but interesting. Actually with her hormones all over the place many days once isn’t enough. I hiss when the cold air hits my wet dick when I pull from the heaven between those milky thighs, and thick pussy lips. “On your knees,” I whisper.

Pulling her hair to the side I lick along her neck, needing a taste—just a taste of her. “Goddamn baby, so luscious. I’d fuck your ass if I didn’t want you dripping all evening.” With her knees on the cushions and her hands on the back of the couch Sissy’s at the perfect height. I push inside of her slowly drawing out the intense pleasure for both of us.

“Mmmm.” Was all she said—all she needed to say, because I was right there with her.

“Exactly.” Leaning back I watch as my cock shades darker than her pretty pink parts slides in and out. Each withdrawal covers my cock with more of her cream. Reaching around I take two handfuls of her tits and squeeze her swollen nipples not surprised when my fingertips feel damp. The last few times we made love I noticed the hint of sweetness when my lips were latched onto those puffy nipples.

Sissy’s body is changing in so many ways we never expected, but in so many ways that are as intoxicating as they are intriguing. There’s a sway to her hips, she calls it a waddle, but it’s so much more. That sway is her body’s way to rock our baby, sooth our daughter with every step. The day we had to buy her bigger bras Sissy cried. Swore she was becoming a cow, but I see the way her full breasts will nurture our child. The woman applies balms, oils and lotions to the stretch marks marring her expanding belly worried about the lines they’ll leave behind. All I see is the beautiful creature giving me everything I so desperately crave.

Rubbing her backside I’m amazed by the wonders of her body. The same body working so hard, giving so much is also so greedy and wanting as much as I can give. And, I can give with the best of them.

While beneath the belt I’m ready to get to the giving part my head wants still in this moment, in this position. Apparently, below the belt won’t be stopped when my dick twitches against her ass and leaves a slick spot behind. Running my hands up her thighs, then her hips. “You make the prettiest goddamn picture bent over for me.”

My cock slides between her nether lips when Sissy presses her ass back tempting me with that little piece of heaven between her thighs. It wants back into that place that it’s come to know all so well. Who am I to deny him? In one smooth thrust my dick’s seated snugly in what feels like melted chocolate, and sounds like macaroni and cheese being stirred. Graphic I know, but the woman makes me hungry—starved for her…doesn’t help the room smells like Mexican food.

“Hard and fast, Bull.” I swivel my hips and she moans. “Mmm faster.”

If she wasn’t so pregnant I’d go slower, draw out her pleasure, but I’ve learned fairly quickly not to mess with a hormonal woman. Some days I toss her a quesadilla and run until her appetites been tamed.

Sissy clenches her pussy muscles and a stream of expletives fall from my mouth and I can’t even tell you what I said. “Playing dirty again, huh?”

Her soft laugh caused her pussy to tighten with each giggle.

Bending forward I lick that spot on her neck that makes her shudder every time. I’m not disappointed. When her body begins to flutter around my own I know it won’t be long before she climaxes. My head swells…both of them.

Flattening my left palm against the small of her back I bury my right hand into her hair and pull. It’s not the gasp that tells me she likes it. It’s not even the feline like growl she releases. No, it’s the way her sweet cream runs down the insides of her thighs, and drenches my cock. My balls make a wet slapping sound every time they make contact with her swollen pussy lips. Just knowing they’ll be bright red by the time she comes has my thrusts coming faster a helluva lot faster.

The back of the couch hits the wall with every penetration, and I don’t care if it goes through the fucking sheetrock. The familiar tingle begins in my balls and radiates up my spine. Clenching my butt cheeks to keep from coming I bend over and bite her shoulder, soothing the sharp pain with a gentle suction.

Her entire body tenses; she explodes into a quivering, gasping puddle of languid goo.

“Mmm hmm, you come all over my cock. Keep coming, keep coming, keep coming.” I chant as my eyes roll back into my head and I come so hard that my hearing goes all static-y and my calves begin to cramp. I stop thrusting, standing still so I can revel in each pulse that bathes her inner walls with my come. “Keep fucking coming.” I whisper pulling halfway out to watch the veins in my cock pulse with every squirt.

Neither of us moves to separate our bodies. Both staying connected in too many ways to list. The sound of our fish tank is the only noise in the room and it suddenly seems deafening.

Pregnant hormones brought us here so of course pregnant hormones take us from the moment just as fast.

“I can’t believe you had a shake and didn’t bring me one.”

 

This time when I’m navigating the backstreets towards home I think of the woman waiting for me. And, the daughter who we’re waiting for.

For the first time in my life since I left the service I feel settled. I’m happy, content even. That bastard, John McCallister, won his senate seat unfortunately, and I’m sure after his term is up he’ll put in his bid for governor. After hearing the recording of the conversation in the car that night he signed those papers without hesitation. The man, and I use that term loosely. Anyways, he signed over any and every drop of paternal rights he had. Agreed to never contact our daughter or us for that matter ever again.

He was warned that the Ignition Infantry would be watching his extra curricular activities and there was to be nothing with any underage females again. And, Zane Saucier will make sure that I’m the only father our daughter will know. My name on her birth certificate. My ring on her mother’s finger. Right now an engagement ring rest on Sissy’s fourth finger of her left hand. Wanting to wait until after the baby’s here for a wedding not only has she been nesting but planning a wedding too. I understand her wanting a traditional wedding after one untraditional step after another that brought us here.

I wouldn’t change one fucked up moment of our journey. After all I’m right where I should be…on my Harley, driving one handed as I hold a drink tray in the other and another bag of tacos in the saddlebag. One strawberry, one vanilla, one chocolate and one vanilla/chocolate mix shake because one never knows what little Miss Taloolah wants today. And, as much as I love that woman, and that baby girl…nothing knocks down my ego like wiping melted ice cream off my leather and chrome—except maybe cleaning sour cream and hot sauce out of my bikes saddlebags.

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author
 

Known for her rebel attitude International Best Selling Author Sidda Lee Rain/Billy Storm makes it clear she’s here to stay and write the way she wants to.

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Far from perfect love stories...

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