Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC)

Black Rebel Riders' MC

Baby

Book 3

Black Rebel Riders' MC

Glenna Maynard

Copy right © Glenna Maynard 2014

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This series is dedicated to some people who have meant the world to me. Their love of Harley Davidson and rock 'n roll is something I will always carry with me. Foxy Roxie, Elmer Lee (Cowboy) and my parents Glen & Alice. Thank you for all of the wonderful influences you placed upon me.  Roxie, Elmer and dad I hope you all are riding on that highway in the sky.

To all of the wonderful readers who enjoy the stories I share none of this would be possible without your support. I love you all.

To my girls-Glenna's Rebels you all are so amazing I hope to meet you one day, you know who you are!

To my family...words could never express the love I have for you. My sweet babies (yes I know you aren't babies) thank you so much for allowing your mom to spend hours upon hours at my computer and for helping out around the house so mom could finish her book. Brett, thank you for constantly encouraging me to just keep writing and supporting me while I chase my dreams, I love you.

To my besties in this crazy writing community Morgan, Liz, Dawn, Nickie and so many others you keep me sane. I know I know ya'll are shaking your heads and asking how I can put sane and all of your names in a sentence ha ha love you mean it.

To Keeana thank you for suggesting the name
Aspen it is perfect.

It is a long hard road to find your way home; hearts will be broken and mended along the way, this is no ordinary love story.

For as long as Baby can remember, there has only ever been one way of life— the Black Rebel way.  When the leadership of the club changes hands, Baby finds herself caught between the only man she desires and her oath to her father. As the struggle for power within the club begins, Baby finds herself unable to choose between love and loyalty.

"How do you stay when the person who owns your heart, body and soul belongs to another? Where do broken hearts go, when home is all you know, but home is where he is...?"

Rumor is clear about one thing in her life, she doesn't want to be any mans property. She fights with everything in her being to deny the attraction she feels to a man, who belongs in the world she is desperate to escape.

Rebel Black is at a crossroad in his life, faced with choices he isn't prepared to make. The life he was born to lead is within his grasp, all he has to do is take it, but everything comes with a price. Will Rebel make the ultimate sacrifice and deny what's in his blood for a chance at love, or will he pay with his heart and become the man that he fears...

Our life isn't
pretty— it's rough. We thrive on blood, sweat, tears, family, moonshine and most of all motorcycles...

They say a woman's heart is an ocean of secrets and I will do anything to protect mine. Cradling my newborn son in my arms, I already know what I must do. I am going to give Sunshine and Grim the gift of a son. They can give him things I can't.  What matters is that I do what's best for this dark haired angel who is depending on me to give him the world. I can't provide him the family he deserves, his father doesn't have a clue he belongs to him and he never will if I have anything to do with it. How do you stay when the person who owns your heart, body and soul belongs to another? Where do broken hearts go when home is all you know, but home is where he is...

Is there such a thing as loving someone too much–too hard? I think maybe the world wasn't ready for the love we shared, it was a ride or die love. Love either grows or dies. If it grows, it expands beyond the depths of our reach, but if it dies, there is no getting it back.

God how I loved that boy and the man I thought he would be, but that boy grew up and that man only ever existed in my heart. I can't say exactly where it all went wrong, not that any of it was ever right to start with. So how I did I get to this point. I guess you could say it began the day I discovered I never really was in love with Rebel Black and in time, I found myself drawn to someone new.

** Baby 16 years old**

Baby

I have never been what most would consider a good girl, but considering who my parents are, I'd call that a compliment.
My name is Baby; yeah seriously, that is what my father named me. If you have met him then well you understand. However, if you don't know him my birth father is Grim, as in the Grim reaper. Well in these hills and in motorcycle clubs across the states that is his road name. I call him my birth father because as long as I have known my father he has always skipped out at the first sign of anything real; except for the past few years he has been playing daddy. My real dad well his name was Slim—the man that raised me, alongside of his wife Foxie, the closest thing to a mom I have ever had, besides Sunshine, my dad's wife.  Sunshine hasn't been in the picture long enough to really matter to me. She tries don't get me wrong, but I am a little too old to need a mommy, that ship has sailed. I am ready to become an old lady, to be top bitch, it is what I was raised to be—the perfect biker wife.

Wiping my tears
what I do best—take care of my brothers of the wheel and steel. The mood is somber as I make my way around the tiny living room of Romeo's cabin handing out drinks. It is crowded; there are nearly twenty-five of us packed like sardines into this cramped cabin in the woods—Slim's old fishing cabin. Last night we lost a great man—Slim at the hands of my father. Most would say Slim had it coming, but that doesn't make his loss any easier to take. We all loved him; hell even after everything they went through Grim loved him too.

Rebel and Striker are his sons, my best friends, my protectors in this crazy life. Right now, they are hurting, all I want to do is wrap my arms around them and shelter them from the hurt, like they have always done for me, but this is a pa
in I can't heal. My own heart feels like it has been thrown into a blender. I love Rebel and Striker more than I love anything; they have always been by my side.

Growing up I never thought our way of life was what some would call abnormal, that was until middle school. Girls used to call me trailer trash, well until they met my temper—I am hot blooded, just like my father, but the buck stops there.  On the outside, I am very much my mother's daughter.  I have her red hair, creamy skin, and a few freckles. Anyone who meets me tells me how strikingly beautiful my eyes are. Rebel used to say my eyes had him mesmerized when we were kids.

Rumor joins me in the kitchen away from the larger part of the grieving crowd. I look her over and wonder what makes her more appealing to Rebel than me. We are both built like a brick shit house. She has strawberry-blonde hair where I have red. We share our mothers eyes, wild honey colored with sparks in them. We are both covered in tattoos and piercings. I am equally just as beautiful as she is. My father took custody of Rumor—my half-sister (Sarah) two years ago. My life was perfect until she came along; I had Rebel until he found her.

Rumor
fidgets with the large silver cross ring she never takes off. It belonged to our mother—Gypsy Red. There are only two things my sister and I have in common, our blood and Rebel. Other than that, we are like daylight and dark. "Whatcha' doing here Rumor," my lips pop on her name. She wasn't a daughter to Slim, as I was, she didn't know him the way I did. He didn't love her like a daughter as he did me. She has no right to be here, shedding fake tears for a man she never really knew. This gathering is a secret wake being held in his memory, against my father's wishes. If Grim knew we were holding this wake, he'd raise hell. Rumor never goes against Grim's rules; I don't know who invited her.
Yeah I do—Rebel.

"Get bored with trying to push Sunshine out of the way so you can be my daddy's next cumbucket. I see the way you stare at him, you like him don't ya bitch. I bet you lay in bed at night wondering how to get rid of his old lady so you can be his next top bitch..."

“Really, Baby, I’m not the one who’s fucked everything with a dick that comes straggling through the door. You spread your legs like butter, better yet you’re the fucking community bike—everyone’s had a ride.” I want to get up in her face, drag the little bitch outside, and teach her ass a lesson.
She has had it made, she had no idea what I have been through to become the perfect top bitch for the day Rebel claims me—all those nights I have watched him with other women, all of the tears I have cried for him, because of him, and he will claim me, not her. She can't have him. But me, I have been his since we were kids. When I was eight years old Rebel and Striker both promised they'd make me one of their old ladies when the time come. I know Striker did not mean it but Rebel did. He even sealed the promise by giving my first lip on lip kiss.

“Rumor
, come on, there’s nothing more we can do here tonight. Let me take you home.” Rebel grabs her hand without giving me a second look. He'll be back after he takes her home, then he will be right where he belongs, inside of me, at least that is what I keep telling myself.

“Yeah
, Rumor, go home and fantasize about my old man. Better hurry before Sunshine gets knocked up, or else you'll never get her out of his bed, whore.” I call out as Rumor disappears out the door.  A part of me hates her because ever since my father brought her here I’ve been second best, but then the other side of me feels sorry for her, my father is an asshole and she gets stuck spending a lot of her time with him. I love my father, even though I don't know why. I swore an oath to be under his command until I am taken as a top bitch. I’m glad he pours all of his attention and affection on her and leaves me to pursue Rebel—he will be my master, even if he doesn't know it yet.

Foxie joins me in Rumor's absence, "Slim sure did love you kid," Foxie and Slim stepped in where others couldn't and was the best parents I never had. I know they were grooming me to be on Rebel's arm one day. Slim would always say to me, "Baby, one day this club and these boys will be yours to look after."  I know that was his way of telling me he wanted me to take their place at the top one day, by Rebel's side. Foxie looks like she has aged ten years over night, but I suppose losing your husband of twenty plus years will do that, even if they weren't together.  I watch Foxie as she struggles to hold back her tears.

Wild Cherry takes Foxie in an embrace. I feel like an intruder looking in on them. The fact that they have united in their grief for Slim, is amazing to me. Wild Cherry stole Slim right out from under her. Foxie always said you can't steal someone's heart. That either a man loves you or he don't. I'm not sure if I believe that or not. I have watched my father have different kinds of love for many people, including Foxie. And I know a part of Rebel loves me, I just wish he loved me the way I love him.

Rebel hasn't touched me in weeks. Not since Rumor walked in on me giving him a blowjob.

I can remember it like it was merely five minutes ago instead of two weeks ago. Rebel was in my room, I was down on my knees praying worship to his cock, when in walks Rumor.  She cried out in shock and stood paralyzed by what she was bearing witness to. I knew she had a silly crush on Rebel, but no way would he pay her any mind when he had me, or so I thought. He jerked his dick out of my mouth so fast I nearly drew blood as my teeth grazed his shaft. Turning my attention to what had interrupted my pleasing him; I found a tear stricken Rumor looking as if someone killed her pet rabbit in front of her.

Licking my lips, "What's the matter sister? Can't have what your little sister has?" The look on her face was priceless.

She ran wildly from the room with her tears dripping to her shirt.  Rebel looked down on me with contempt and sneered, "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" He hasn't looked at me or touched me another day since, at least not in the way he used to. But my time is coming. Rebel might not know it yet but he is meant to be president, not Grim. And this girl is meant to be his top bitch, but not tonight. Rebel isn't ready to lead just yet. I still have a lot of work to do to get him where he needs to be.

Rebel is back in the kitchen minutes later, "Stop giving Rumor a rough time Baby, you'd like her if you'd just give her a chance."

"Rebel, don't go meddling in things you don't understand." Foxie scolds him and I hand him a beer.

"Damn Baby, you got a gun for a fucking tongue, you are hell on heels," he brushes his blonde wavy hair from his face. I roll my eyes at him and take back that beer I just handed him. If he is taking her side, he does not get my beer. "Don't be cross with me Baby, you know I just hate to see the two of you at each other's throats, you both mean a lot to me."

Foxie nudges the two of us together with a wink to me. I wrap my arms around him and give him a tight squeeze.  "Thought you left?" I question him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Guess your sister didn't want me driving her home, says I have been drinking too much."  He nuzzles my neck tickling me with his days old stubble.

"For once I agree with her, but if you ever tell her that I'll have to kill you."  Rebel snickers and places a kiss on my cheek.

"Come on let's go fire up some smoke and drink a little drink." Rebel guides me into the living room where Striker and Tread are passing that joint.

The members are starting to clear out since there is nothing more to be done tonight. I take up the vacant spot next to Rebel on the sofa between him and Tread. I lay my legs across Tread and my head in Rebel’s lap. He strokes my hair and traces his fingers along the stars tattooed on my right arm. Tread begins to caress my legs. I know where this could head...by the end of the night, I could be in the middle of a fuck me six ways to Sunday sandwich, if I'd ever allow things to go that far. Rebel leans down and presses an intense, hard kiss on my lips. My soft moist tongue pushes through the slit in his lips, and true to fashion, he pulls away.  He says he doesn't want me, that he's never going to be with me, but he says one thing and does another, especially when he is drunk. Rebel is an asshole in that way, but then again actions speak louder than words. Talk is cheap unless you are ready to put your money where your mouth is.

Besides they say a person is their most truthful when they are drunk, so what does that say about Rebel. He leads me one-way and than shoves me another.
I wrap my hands in his wavy blonde hair and he pushes my hands down and takes another hit off that chronic. Tread begins removing my knee high black leather boots. I see Striker giving me a look of disappointment from across the room. Who is he to judge me? He sticks his dick in plenty of random women. I am just having a little fun. Nothing wrong with kissing someone. Who does he think he is the fun police? I swear you'd think he was my daddy. He is always interrupting my fun or sending me away just when the fun is getting started—he is worse than Grim.

“Fuck
, Baby, I need you tonight,” Rebel, whispers against my mouth as he fights his tears for the father we’ve lost— the father he loved whole-heartedly. I may not be the woman he really wants, but I've got what he needs, no he doesn't want sex from me, he just wants me here with him. Striker, Rebel and I have always been the three musketeers. My dad doesn't like it says we are more like the three muskaqueers...Rebel, Striker and I have always taken care of one another. Rumor walks back in strutting her shit, she takes one look at us on the sofa, grabs Trouble's keys and storms out. She is such a prude, she didn't even see us kissing or anything, my head is on his lap still, but damn he is only giving me a shotgun—blowing the smoke from the joint into my mouth, so that I am getting high without actually smoking it. It doesn't count if I am not the one puffing on it, I could say what the presidents say, I didn't inhale,
yeah right
. 

Rebel goes chasing after her, as usual. Where Rebel leaves an empty seat, there is another brother willing to take his place. Tread takes Rebel's position beside me, and takes over giving me the attention I crave.

Tread is a patched brother, he does well...a lot of running for the club, he is the moonshine runner, and he handles most deliveries. He actually had the nerve to take me with him to work; it was supposed to be a date. He isn't very romantic, but the man can fuck, or so I hear. He rides his women as hard as he does his Harley, not that I would know from experience. I am no whore, I might mess around kiss and things like that but I still have my V-card.  Grim would flip his shit if he ever found out I have dated any of the Black Rebels but Foxie makes sure that he doesn't. She always covers for me. I know she wants me with Rebel just as badly as I do, but like me, she knows he isn't ready for it, and until he is, a girl can play. 

Our fun is stopped when Rebel comes storming back inside the cabin. I guess big sister didn't want to hear his pathetic excuses, I don't know why he bothers with her.  He could have me if he'd just say the word. Rebel grabs a beer and goes into the guest bedroom. At least he is alone. I know when to give him his space.
Tread cuts his losses and takes off, knowing I never go any further than a few kisses.

“What do you think is going to happen now that
Slim is gone?” I nonchalantly ask as Striker grabs us a beer while I roll a joint. "Rebel needs to rise up and take his rightful place and fill your daddy’s shoes. He might not want to face it, but that’s the harsh reality of it. Grim only cares about Grim, and well Rumor and Sunshine. He’s not like Slim and Rebel or you.” I lick the rolling paper and pass it over to Striker; he always rolls tighter than I do.