Rebel

“Go build your little house in the mountains,” Tyler says, “and I’ll kill that scumbag for you, brother.” He bows his head. “I’ll send you his fingers, I promise.”

I wanted to stay and find the scumbag, but my dad talked to me for two days and convinced me to take Star and leave this problem with Tyler and Luka.

My dad is a god, and President, so I decided to listen to him.

My wife is always my priority, and I know my brothers will make the scumbag suffer. Ashley took Star’s statement, and she will contact us if more details are needed.

I bow back. “Thank you, brother.”

I can take my Star so she can heal in the mountains.

We hug one another.

“Your wife is waiting for you,” Tyler says.

Luka nods at me. “We’ll make him pay. I just need to speak to Yegor. He won’t leave it. Not now when he has this alliance with your club.”

I hug him again and slap him on the back.

“I want to see your baby in a year,” Tyler says. “Put in effort.”

I laugh. “I want to see you and Ashley at the altar in a year. Put in effort.”

“We’ll see,” Tyler says.

***

My eyes flick over the SUV that belongs to Axel. Star is sitting in the back seat beside Carrie who’s Gunner Senior’s wife. I’m leaning against my bike.

Axel kisses his baby’s head and his wife, Sive, takes the boy from him. She puts the baby into the child’s seat next to Carrie.

Gunner Senior bows his head at me. Axel grins at me. Nikko slaps me on the back.

“Let’s go to build your little house,” Axel says.

Sive settles herself behind the steering wheel while Star waves her hand to me and beams at me.

I feel like I’m sad and happy at the same time. I feel like I belong to this family. Like I really am one of them.

Athena hugs me like I’m five. Brianna strokes my head like I’m two.

“Thank you,” I rasp. “For everything.”

“I told you,” Brianna says, “you’re a wolf at heart.” She strokes my arm up and down. “We’re a pack. Forever.” She nods several times. “Call me twice a week.”

“I will, Auntie,” I say.

Happiness softens her face as her hand reaches for Athena’s. “I really liked your mother.”

I nod. “I know.”

Dimitri asked me to talk to him. I refused. I’m not ready yet. I can’t decide whether I hate the dick or like him. Whether I want to kill him and make friends with him.

Maybe one day when I’m older and he’s ancient we can try to be friends.

I like Brianna. She tries to smother me with care as though I’m her son and I kind of need this. It makes the truth about my mother and her role in this family less painful to me.

They all are trying really hard to make me feel welcome to this family.

They’re all as marked as I am, as damaged as I am.

They are my family.

I jump on my bike. Axel starts the engine and we go to the mountains.

Five hours later, we check-in to a small motel. Our women go to bed after a meal and Axel gestures for me to go out.

We stand by our bikes. Axel grins at me.

“You’re gonna give me a fatherly monologue?” I say. “As everyone else? Lots of monologues happen in this family.”

“Kind of.” His eyes wander off to a small town in the distance. The misty aura from the street lamps and houses forms a realm against the navy sky. “You saw my wife’s eye?”

“It’s blind.”

“It’s blind because of me.”

“My wife’s hands miss two fingers because of me.”

He nods. “You sometimes want to give up your cut and trash your bike when you look at your wife.”

“Sometimes.”

“But then you look at your wife and see how strong she is. Strong enough to love an outlaw.” He lays his hand on my shoulder. “Your wife is strong.”

“She is.”

There’s a crisp silence between us. A cloud of vapour leaves my mouth.

“I give money on cancer research, you know,” Axel says. “Every year.”

“I pray every night.”

“Good. Praying is useful.” He leans towards me. “My grandmother watches over them. Over all the women in this family. She promised that to my grandfather, you know.”

He is crazy, but his words give me comfort.

He pats my shoulder. “This family will always survive.”

Star

We’re going to live in the woods. There’re trees and bushes and wild animals in here, but Axel said we’d build a safe house for me and for my Rebel. For our future kids.

But now, we are going to live in three small cabins for a while.

We have an evening meal and Rebel takes me to our place. He hasn’t talked much to me since we arrived here.

“I’ll change the bandage,” he says.

“Okay.”

I drop into an armchair in a tiny living area. The smell of wood and herbs fills my nostrils.

Rebel kneels down in front of me; he unwraps my bandage and takes a closer look at the wounds on my hands. The stitches have already started to dissolve and the rims are closed and pink.

“No infection,” Rebel murmurs.

“Looks good.”

“Yeah, looks very good.”

He wraps two rolls of fresh bandage around my hands and secures them with two clips at each side.

“You look good,” I say as heat rushes to my cheeks.

“You think?” His brooding eyes meet mine.

“You are very handsome.”

“You are beautiful.”

I twine my fingers with my hair. “Not beautiful enough for you to talk to me or kiss me.” I can’t manage to hide my resentment.

His eyes blaze like he’s angry, and I shrink into myself.

Rebel grips my waist and tugs me down to the floor. I sigh as he lays me on my back and crawls on top of me. His lips land on mine. His tongue thrusts in. My mind whirls.

I feel him gather my jean skirt up and pull my panties aside. His finger slips into my pussy. My body shivers, and I throw my arms around his neck.

He slides his finger in and out, massaging my clitoris with his thumb.

“You want to get fucked, right?” he rasps into my ear. “This is want you want? Tell me, Star.”

“I want to.”

“You want my cock to stretch your little pussy, right?”

“You’re very indecent, Rebel.”

“You like me being like this.”

“I do like it.”

He rips my panties off me and opens his trousers. I feel his hard cock push at my entrance. My core pulses. His lips touch mine as he drives his cock into my pussy. I yelp at the sting of pain.

“Breathe, Star, and take me.”

His words make my blood boil. He buries himself inside me to the root, and I feel so full that my thighs quiver.

“Would you like my cock in your mouth one day, Star?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

I feel his finger run up to my tight opening. He massages it in circles.

“Would you like my cock in your ass one day, Star?”

He pushes his finger in, and I hiss at the sting of pain. It fades in a moment. Rebel moves his hips against mine, his cock sliding in and out, as he buries his finger into my tight opening, knuckle deep. It feels foreign, but pleasant.

“Maybe one day,” I say.

Rebel growls into my ear. “Love you, my sweet little star.”

“Love you too.”

Rebel

I put my palms against the floor, my elbows locked. Her cunt clenches around my cock, bringing me to the brink. I fuck her slowly, indulging myself in the impatience sharpening her face.

I flex my elbows then wrap her thigh around my hip. I go deeper. Pain sharpens her face. Her eyes flutter. She throws her arms over her head and comes with a moan. Her inner walls contract around my cock, and I empty myself inside her. My body trembles against hers. Our lips meet in a tender kiss.

“Enough love and attention?” I ask.

“No,” she teases.

I pull out of her and scoop her up into my arms. She curls up into my chest as I carry her to our bed. We strip and dive under the comforter.

We kiss.

We merge.

We fuck the whole night.

The next morning I leave her with the other women and we go to see the plot. Gunner Senior’s long body waves as he sweeps his eyes over the area, and then he gulps his excitement. We grab our axes then jigsaws and tidy it up.

I return to the cabin in the late evening. Star is waiting for me in the kitchen. With her hands correcting the belt of her kimono robe, she saunters towards me and leans in to kiss my cheek.

“You smell,” she says as she scrunches up her nose.

“Men smell, Star.”

She giggles. “Have a shower.”

I shoot my arm towards her and seize her around the waist with it. “Give me a kiss.” I latch my mouth on hers. “And food. I’m hungry.”

I’m hungry for her.

I’m dirty. I smell like a pig, and I want to fuck.

“Have a shower,” Star says.

“Join me.”

“Why?”

“I want to drive my cock into your mouth.”

There’s silence, and I regret my impatience. It’s too early. She’s gone through hell and I’m behaving like a Neanderthal.

“Just tell me what to do,” she whispers and tugs at her belt.

Her kimono robe slides down to the floor with a rustle. My eyes roam over her tits and mound. She turns round and walks towards the bathroom. I follow her, my eyes fixed on her lush ass swaying gracefully with each step.

I strip in front of the shower cabin and we step in. It’s so cramped there’s no way she could give me a blow job inside.

We kiss as the water washes the dirt and sweat away from my skin. My hard dick pokes into Star’s tummy.

“Sive is like me,” Star says.

“I noticed.”

“She’s a mermaid, and Axel is her angel.”

“Alright.”

“I’m not joking, Rebel.”

I put my hands on her waist as she jerks her hands away so as not to wet the bandage.

“You’re wiser than me, Star,” I say. “You know things.”

“You think I’m wise?”

“Very wise.”

We step out, grab our towels and pat ourselves dry. Star puts her towel on the radiator and tears mine away from my hand. Tossing it onto the washbasin, she kneels down in front of me.

“Star, you don’t have to—“

“You don’t want me?”

“I want. I want your mouth very badly.”

Her mouth wraps around my cock. Heat shoots to my toes. My wife is sucking my dick. I sink my fingers into her damp hair and push her head. She takes me deeper. It’s clumsy. Yet, it’s so wonderful.

“Good, baby, just like this,” I say.

She giggles, and her hot breath almost makes me cum. I wind her hair around my fist and drive my cock deep into her mouth. She gags, and her throat squeezes the head. My muscles tense up. I pull out and then slam in. Star gags again.

“Breathe, Star.” That’s all I can articulate.

I thrust into her mouth, violent desire sizzling in my veins. My balls tighten. My toes curl, and I empty myself into her mouth.

Star sits on her heels and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “Is this what wives do?”

I huff out. “Yes, twice a week.”

“Okay. Twice a week.”

I am at peace.

I work, fuck my wife, and enjoy life.

I pray every night.