Three days after Rider gave me the papers saying he’d bought my salon and the building it was in, we were invited over for a Forker Family game night.

I won his Harley off him. He had three jacks and two kings. But I had an eight through queen royal flush. 

I let him ride the Harley sometimes. Okay, all the time. But it’s known as Jenna’s Harley.

This was the beginning of outlandish bets at the Rummoli nights. Sometimes, we made secret bets for sexy time ahead of time. That was fun. We regularly thought up new sex games. We sometimes got weird.

I still think Ella’s a bigger perv, though.

***

A week after he was back to work and feeling 100%, I took him down to my salon after I closed, and we acted out his sexy hairdresser shave fantasy. It would be the first of many After Hours Hair Salon Sexcapades.

It started with me giving him a shave, dressed in lingerie, with those thigh-high socks that I teased about at the Valentine cabin. Rider seriously liked those. It finished with me riding him until we both came, while straddling him in one of my salon chairs, never breaking eye-contact. My beautiful biker was so hot it wasn’t funny.

Many months later, after we got the garage built out back behind the salon, we had sex on his slash my Harley in there.

***

A few weeks after Rider bought the salon, Pippa moved out. I was sad. To cheer me up, Rider took me to the shelter Ella volunteers at and we got a shelter cat who had one of her kittens with her. The others from her litter had been adopted. We took them both home.

***

For a while after all our drama, things had been quiet with my mother. Life without her was good. But, I felt guilty. She was my mother.

So… I invited her over for Christmas dinner. She said she had plans. She agreed to come over for dinner December 23rd. She acted like it was a pain in her ass. But, she came.

My kitten kept jumping up on her lap and purring. It was hilarious. I had trouble hiding how funny I thought it was.

Rider cooked steak. She complimented him on his cooking.

She insulted my outfit, was ‘meh’ about her Christmas gift (didn’t buy me one) and was snooty about the way I set the dinner table. But, she did awkwardly hug both of us goodbye. She said she was leaving Christmas Eve and spending Christmas with her sister in Miami.

Christmas Day, we had dinner with the Forkers and Valentines at the Forker homestead. My Dad and Deb came, too. So did Deb’s friend Laura. Laura had dated Deke years back, when she lived in Sioux Falls, and they were making goo-goo eyes at one another all through dinner. And after dinner, we all went tobogganing. My idea. It became a new tradition (whenever there was a white Christmas). My first Christmas with Rider was the happiest day of my life. (Until the day we got married).

***

After winter was over, Rider and I had the Valentine family cabin for a weekend, and I decided to play his game again, where he would chase and I would fight him off.

This was my idea. I had my “safeword” and had done a lot of thinking and concluded that our games and his darker fantasies were absolutely unconnected to anything bad that had happened to Jet or anyone else.

I craved his sexual approval and thrived on it. It now drove me crazy to think about surprising him with a new sexual encounter. We regularly took turns amping up our sex life. We had missionary sex in bed, too, but we both worked to keep things spicy. Positions. Locations. Role-playing. I hoped that this wouldn’t ever change. I started having some darker fantasies of my own, and he never hesitated to indulge them.

I didn’t want him to feel bad about his darker urges. I wanted to be everything he needed. And he was everything I needed, and I trusted him 100%.

We’d put away the axe-throwing stuff. It had gotten dark. We’d had plans to watch a movie and cook some hot dogs over a campfire.

“Rider,” I whispered in his ear.

“Hm?” he’d asked, closing the garage and locking up. He was shining the flashlight toward the cabin, so my path would be clear.

I faced him instead.  “I want you to chase me. I want to fight you off.”

He stopped, and his eyes went wide.

“Serious?” he asked.

I backed away. “Get away. Don’t try to make me have sex with you!” And then I started running in the dark.

The light and Rider chased me down and in no time, he had me, up in the air, over his shoulder. I kicked and pounded on his butt, and wiggled so hard that we tumbled to the ground. I tried to get away. The flashlight’s beam was gone.

The adrenalin was surging. Especially, being in the dark like this.

He grabbed for my ankle and dragged me back, flipping me to my belly and then he climbed on me.

“No, please no…” I whimpered, pinned under him. We would both have some serious sex bruises after this.

He started yanking his zipper down, while pinning me. I shoved and wriggled, and got to my back. My knee came up, and he grunted and twisted to deflect, then tightened his grip on my wrists and pinned them above my head.

“Don’t render The Beast useless, gorgeous. Then I won’t be able to fuck you and make you come all over him. You want him in your pussy or your mouth? Or your sexy ass?”

“Please, don’t. Please don’t fuck me doggy style in the dirt. No!” I whined and wriggled and got a hand loose and slapped at him. My palm connected with his cheek and then he flipped me and whacked my butt and then dragged down my track pants.

“Want me to tie you to that tree so I can fuck you?”

“No. Please no…”

He yanked my track pants down straight to my ankles, pinning my wrists in the dirt. My face was in the dirt, too, and crazily, it felt so naughty that it made me wet.

“Spread these legs right now.” He rammed inside me. “You like that?”

“Please stop.”

He slammed his hips forward and I cried out. He put his thumb to my butt and slipped it inside. 

“You like that,” he told me. “Don’t you, my filthy-dirty beautiful girl?”

I whimpered.

I liked it.

And the next time we played it, I left rope by the tree ahead of time, so that he could use it to tie me up.

***

Mom and Dad eventually got divorced. Not amicably. She moved to Miami to live near her sister.

I speak to her once or twice a month, let her try to get her little digs in, to insult me, and then I go on about my business, letting it roll off like water over a duck’s back. We get together once a year, maybe.

***

Rider’s mother continued to be a cunt-a-saurus, a major thorn in everyone’s sides for a while. But, that was another story.

***

Rider grew his hair back. I’m the one who trims it now.

I gained ten pounds in that first year, because my beautiful biker can cook. He loves my ass even more now that there’s more to grab onto.

***

One Year After We Met

Dad and Deb’s wedding was in Vegas. Tasteful and small, and I was Deb’s maid of honor. Dad asked Rider to stand up with him. They’d gotten close. Dad and Deke go golfing on occasion, too. Dad is so different nowadays. I know he has regrets. I also know I’m not about to spend the rest of my life punishing him for them.

I have the same thoughts about my mom.  She’s the one who has to live with her bitterness. I can choose to let it go. It’s not always easy and sometimes anger tries to seep through, but I look at the life I have and all the joy I’ve been blessed with and that always wins out over the bitterness. The journey with Rider, ending in almost losing him, when I almost pushed him away? It changed me.

While in Vegas, my beautiful biker asked me to marry him! The day after my dad’s wedding.

Rider presented me with the most beautiful engagement ring. Well, first it was a Ring Pop, but it was a special-order Ring Pop that said Jenna: Will You Marry Me? inside it.

We were out for a romantic Las Vegas dinner in a Michelin star restaurant, to celebrate the one-year anniversary of him dipping me Hollywood style and telling me he was gonna need my number. He had the Ring Pop put in my fancy swan-shaped linen napkin.

He had the real ring in his pocket.  It was a four-carat diamond ring.

I said yes. And, true to my word and committed to allowing him to cash the check I’d written, I gave him my ass that night. In a hotel room on the Las Vegas strip. It was my idea. He did not turn it down.

He was gentle and careful, and it was actually pretty damn good.

Life wasn’t always a joyride. We fought. Sometimes over stupid things. Sometimes, (ahem, often) I was a drama queen and occasionally climbed in bed with Ella. Sometimes, he was an alpha-hole. We had angry sex sometimes. We had our share of ups and downs.  We saw a lot of ups and downs with our friends and family. Lots. But, we were most often Good-time Rider and Good-time Jenna living life full-throttle.

We faced more drama with the Wyld Jackals before they finally got patched over. But, that’s another story.

And right after getting engaged, we moved into my parents’ house. Ella and Deacon lived in the country, first in Deacon’s rock star trailer, and then in their custom-built home that Deacon and his brothers (blood and Dom brothers) did most of the building for, but we all spent lots of time either at our house or in the Forker family kitchen, playing cards, laughing our asses off, and loving life.

After a short time in New York, Jojo moved to town and she stirred up all sorts of drama! But, yep… another story.

We were going to raise our kids in my childhood home, but making sure it was a place with love and laughter, and Rider would catch them as they rode down that banister. But, I’d put bumper pads everywhere first. And make our kids wear helmets. Because, I didn’t want them to get hurt.

Eventually, we had kids. Three. Two girls and then a boy. We named our little boy Lucas, after Luke “Lick” Hanson.

***

Pippa and Joe didn’t make it. Things went from bad to worse, sadly. There was a whole lot of drama there.

She moved back into the apartment above the salon when we moved out. She moved in with Spencer.

Jojo said Spencer needed a strong woman to whip him into shape, since he was such a handful. Pippa just so happened to be strong enough. But, that’s another story.

A pretty damn good one, too.