Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC) (18 page)

Sunshine informs that she has something to give me. I don't know how she managed but she snuck behind mine and Grim's back and had a DNA test done on the two of us. She reaches me the results and I take them with trembling fingers. After all these months of wondering I am not sure, I can handle it if Grim isn't my father. Surely, if he were not Sunshine would never tell me. With curious eyes I read the results, Grim is my father no ifs ands or buts about it. Relief washes over me. "See nothing to be worked up over, now you can focus on taking care of this guy," she rubs my stomach. "I am sure it is a he."

"What makes you say that?"

"Just a feeling," she smiles. "I do have something more to tell you...about your mother. I found out her connection to Rush, at least I am pretty sure it is how they are connected. At the age of thirteen, your mother was sent to live in a foster home after her parents passed away in a car accident. The name of the family was Rush, they had a son Winston Rush. I am sure it is the same guy."

"No wonder he goes by Rush with a name like Winston," I snort.

"I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I was able to find out. I tried doing research, looking up any information I could find on automobile accidents the year your mother was sent into the system but without her maiden name, there really is no way of knowing where to even start." I tell her that she might be able to find my mother's maiden name on the papers in the box Grim has in his safe. If it isn't on those papers we may never know anything more about her unless we were to ask Rush. Sunshine says she will poke around some more. I am sure she has to sneak behind Grim's back to do it, he just doesn't get why this is so important to me. I hate putting her in that position, but my necessity to know outweighs my guilt.

**

"I am going to miss you while you are gone." Trouble is rubbing some cocoa butter on my stomach; it is supposed to help with stretch marks. I can't see any difference though. He continues rubbing it down my legs and onto my feet.

"Mhmm," I moan. "You have no idea how good that feels right now." My feet are so swollen from all the work we have been doing to fix the trailer up.

"You have no idea what it does to me when you make that sound." He looks at me with lust in his eyes as he continues to massage my feet.

"Alright your turn, I'll do your shoulders."  He takes a seat on the floor placing his head between my legs. I help him to strip off his shirt exposing his toned back and tattooed physique. I am feeling aroused as his muscles tense and flex with my touch. Leaning forward I kiss the lobe of his ear and lick down his neck shocking him. I have never been this forward with Trouble. I have kissed him a few times but nothing serious,
until tonight
.

"What are you doing?" He takes my hand stopping me from rubbing across his chest as I continue to lick and suck on his neck and nip at the sensitive spot behind his ear.

"Just go with it, no talking, let me take care of you for once."

"Are you sure," he asks unsure of where this night is headed, or where we are headed in our relationship.

"I have never been more sure," I lean his head back into my lap and kiss his mouth. I have always wanted to try that. Kiss someone like Spiderman and Mary Jane did in the movie, it is not overrated, it is quite sensual. He gets up from the floor and leads me into the bedroom we share. I have slept beside him for months now, but tonight I am going to give all of me to him in a way I have never been able to before.

"I have been waiting so long for this night," he whispers into my mouth as our tongues collide. The passion has ignited between us, our bodies mold into one another as we become one and I finally make my claim on his body and his heart.

"Make love to me Trouble; show me how much you love me."  I demand as I wrap my legs around his waist pulling his naked body into mine. He guides his length into my pussy. There is no need for foreplay. I want him right now. I want to feel him buried deep inside of me.

"Slow down Baby, there is no rush, you have me, you own me, and you always have."  He thrusts into me, rolling his hips in a circular motion. "You always will." My back arches and I meet him thrust for thrust. He pulls out and slams back into me, pumping—grinding our bodies, working me into a frenzy of desire.  My nails rake down his back, clawing at him, urging him to go deeper and harder. He nips at my breasts, sucking and biting on my pebbled nipples.

"Fuck, I crave you." He roars as he begins to shudder and twitch releasing his cum inside of me.

"I crave you too." I whisper as he lies beside me drawing lazy circles across my stomach.

**Chicago**

Rebel

Our time in Chicago is ending soon; well it is for my brother. I am hoping Grim will allow me to stay on and oversee our operation here, so I can stay here with Rumor. Striker needs to get out of here, bringing him to Chicago was a bad idea. I feel like I fucked everything up for him by making him my second. If I hadn't brought him here, he may have been able to work things out with Baby. I never realized how deep his feelings for her ran until Rumor came back from visiting home and announced that Trouble had claimed Baby and they were already expecting their first child. Ever since that day, he has been on a downward spiral. He drinks and smokes anything and everything he gets his hands on not to mention where he has been sticking his dick. I can't even begin to name the number of whores he has had in his bed. His bed is like a damn revolving door, when one bitch steps out another is already waiting.

I really thought he had lost his shit when he found out that Baby and Trouble are renting our childhood home.  He could have gone to her but he was too much of a chicken shit. I told him to add up the dates I know Baby is carrying his child, but he won't admit it to me let alone himself. I don't understand how he can let Trouble take what should be his.

Not like I am one to talk Rumor still hasn't told me if she wants to move forward in our relationship, I am pussy whipped without the benefits of getting any pussy. She has finally started seeing a shrink to work past her issues. We still haven't had sex, I am about to give in to temptation and find me some strange for one night. There is only so much of hairy palming it a man can take. Yeah right, I hear the proverbial whip cracking. The only way I can jerk off is when I am thinking of her. This is what I am doing now in the shower. The water relaxes my tense muscles as I picture what she would look like standing here with my now wet and naked. The water running down her breasts traveling towards her sweet pussy. My balls tighten as my twitching cock grows beneath my palm. I imagine her wrapping those luscious lips around my length.

My brother rasps on the bathroom door. "Yo Romeo is on the phone. If you shake it more than twice you're playing with it." Fuckers, another day of blue balls it is as I wrap a towel around my waist and take the phone from the prick.

Trouble is coming up this weekend with Tread to deliver a run. Word is that Tread is coming up here to take over deliveries now that we are operational. Trouble is taking over his spot in Drag Creek. I am not looking forward to Tread's company, he better stay away from Rumor. And I don't even want to think of how Striker is going to react to Trouble's presence.

Rumor

"Got a hot date tonight?" I ask as
Aspen comes strutting into the kitchen dressed to kill. She has been seeing a new guy after her and Striker officially broke up. I have yet to meet him though; she says they haven't reached that stage yet. It is still fresh. It's not like her to be so secretive, but I figure she'll bring him around once she deems him worthy.

"Girl I wish, the animals at the clinic are seeing more action than I am going to tonight." She laughs. "I have a charity dinner for the shelter tonight."
Aspen volunteers at a local animal shelter when she isn't busy at the clinic. 

"What about you?" She presses. She doesn't know everything about my past, she knows I have intimacy issues but she doesn't try to pry too deeply as to why that is. Another reason we get along so greatly.

"Nah, I have an English paper due." I wave my research notes at her.

"Yeah have fun with that," she tosses her keys and cell phone into her bag. Before heading out the door she calls back to me over her shoulder, "I'll be out late, invite Rebel over, one of us should be getting laid." If
Aspen is anything, she is blunt. 

I have been seeing a therapist for a few months now; she says I am making real progress. She has me write down my nightmares and she has me doing different exercises where I confront my father—Diablo and my abuser–Squirrel. Her professional opinion is that there is nothing wrong with me that my intimacy problems stem from control. She thinks if I could sleep with Rebel and be able to give up my control of the situation, to trust him completely with my body, that I would be cured of my intimacy hang-ups. I have been giving it a lot of consideration lately. I want to take that step with him. I am just scared of freezing up on him. I know he is growing frustrated with me.

I know I shouldn't be worried that I should let it happen, sex is a natural part of life and I should be able to take pleasure in it. I know Rebel would not hurt me or take advantage of me. My phone rings with a call from my sister giving me a much-needed break from this paper. College is proving to be a lot harder than I had anticipated; attempting to study, work and see Rebel is hard to balance.

Baby is giggling telling me about her night with Trouble. I am slightly resentful of her; she is getting all that she has ever wanted. She has a patched brother who loves her, a baby on the way. She is so content. I am delighted for her; I just wish I could find my position in the world. I don't know if I am cut out for normal. A part of me misses my life in Drag Creek. I know I am getting what I said I wanted, but I feel like I left a part of me back in Kentucky, as much as I battle it there is a part of me that will always be drawn to living club life. And fuck if I don't detest my job at the coffee shop. I am still undecided with my major, not that there is any hurry to decide, but I feel like I am in this rut. Or maybe I set my expectations too vast in coming here. I felt like if I didn't leave Drag Creek I was going to suffocate but now that I have been here I feel like I am drowning.

After ending my call with Baby, there is a knock on the door, a delivery of edible fruits. It's from Aspen, the card reads: Call Rebel, share the fruit, enjoy your night and for the love of all lonely vaginas everywhere get laid. Nice, Aspen real nice. I bet whoever took the order got a real kick out of that. No wonder the guy that delivered my basket was grinning at me like a loon.

Before I can change my mind, I send Rebel a text and invite him over. An hour later, I am freshly showered and dressed to seduce him. I bought a purple see-through nighty from
Victoria's Secret a few months ago on a whim. I really never thought I would use it. My hair is down in loose waves, and I left my makeup to the bare essentials, some mascara and lip-gloss.  I turn off all of the lights leaving only a few candles to light my bedroom. I have the fruit basket sitting on my nightstand along with some wine. I don't even know if Rebel is partial to wine or fruit, piss, I am a mess. I position myself on my bed striving my best to appear sexy, I feel like an idiot.  I get up from the bed covering myself with the silk half robe that matches my lingerie and tie it around my waist. That feels better. I walk back and forth across my room until Rebel turns up. I am sure I just burned holes from corner to corner of the floor; well I would have if it were possible.

I open the door and welcome him trying to act casual. He takes one look at me, and he is speechless. He knows tonight I am finally giving in I am going to sleep with him. I am going to be his girl and I think I am going to tell him I want to move home with him when he returns. I miss my sister; I want to be there when the baby is born. I cannot believe it but I miss the Roadhouse and all the guys as well. I hope
Aspen understands, I think she will be happy for me. I hate to just leave her hanging with the apartment, but I now know where I belong and Chicago is not it, this city is not my home.

Rebel clears his throat, "damn, you are stunning. Does this mean what I think it means or I..." He is at a loss for words. I take him by the hand and lead him into my room.

"Tonight is all about me committing myself to you. You have been tolerant and accepting. You have shown me love and now I want to give you this. I want to give you the only part of me I have been holding back. I am giving up my control to you, to do what you want with my body, because you stole my heart a long time ago."

"Rumor," he starts but I shush him with my finger.

"Take me Rebel, I'm all yours."  He is seated on my bed and I cross the room, his head is pressed against my stomach as I slide the robe off. He grabs a hold of me bringing me onto the bed with him. He takes the silk sash from the robe and ties my wrist together above my head. I could break free if I wanted to, but I trust him. He runs his hands down my arms, traveling down my sides as he places a tender kiss over my heart. He removes his clothes and places a condom on the nightstand. He sees the fruit and takes a strawberry from the basket. He pushes the nighty up over my hips and slides it over my head. This is the first time he has seen me fully naked. My cheeks burn, becoming flushed as he takes the strawberry and trails it down my body until he reaches my heated heart. He licks the juice from my body sending shivers down my spine. I let out a nervous giggle as his stubble grates across my flesh. When he reaches my hot axis, he places the strawberry in me and devours it. He brings his mouth up to mine and kisses me. I can taste the strawberry and myself and it is so erotic.  "Fucking perfect," he takes my breasts into his mouth teasing me with his tongue.