Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) (7 page)

“Fury could use men like you,” he states calmly and honestly.

I shake my head at him. “Not interested in your way of coming into people’s towns and trying to force them into your world.”

The man laughs in my face, only making me grip the shotgun more tightly and wish he would give me a reason to blow his head off.

“Brotherhood of your own making, huh?”

“Yeah, we’re the Haywood’s Landing Hellions, and this is our town.”

The two men Rhett fought back away from our group as they tap their brothers on the shoulders.

“Send Watson to handle this. We have somewhere to be,” the bearded chump informs. “And locals are looking for us. Let’s go.”

“Yeah, you got places to be, so go on so we can get back to work,” Rocky says, dismissing them.

“This won’t be the last you see of us. We know how to find you, Reklinger.”

The fact that he knows my name pisses me off. “Well, I would hope so since I’m in the same place you found us before. Ain’t leavin’.”

The men back away, never turning their backs on us as Rocky, Frisco, Rhett, and I stand in our places at the ready if they decide to pull something.

Anger rushes through me. How dare anyone think they can come to my town and control what goes on in my business?

Their vibrations of their pipes echo off Rhett’s rig as they make the tight three-point turn to get out.

Frisco is the first to move. He gives Rhett a playful shove to the shoulder. “Damn, Danza’s got moves.”

“Huh?” Rhett questions, looking at us for answers.

“He doesn’t get to watch much television. He doesn’t know about the guy on the TV show driving a taxi who is also a boxer,” Rocky explains.

“Does he have good hair?” Rhett asks as he pretends to style his back.

“Oh, definitely just like you, Danza,” I give him a hard time. “Moves and great hair. The ladies are just lining up.”

“Okay, Roundman, ‘I’m gonna put your name on a bullet.’ ”

We all laugh, but then the weight of the situation settles on each of us.

“Fury isn’t going away easily,” Rocky is the first to state.

“Then I guess they’ll have to learn this is how the Hellions ride,” I say with all the confidence in the world.

Frisco looks at each of us. “Well, I haven’t stayed in one place this long in years. Looks like I might just have to dig myself some roots.” He smiles with his white teeth shining brightly. “Danza, that couch of yours has been nice, but you think Mary Alice could find me a place of my own?”

“You serious?” Rhett asks happily.

“Way I see it, I’ve spent enough time on the road, and Fury ain’t going away. If I’m gonna take a stand for something, I’ll stand for the Hellions in Haywood’s Landing, then.”

We all nod, agreeing. Frisco fits in with our group of hell raisers. He may not be a local, but he stood with us today like he is one.

For the first time since Fury rode in on Clive, things finally feel right again.

Yes, Haywood’s Landing is our town. Anyone who wants to come here and try to control it will learn all about the Hellions.

Today, the Haywood’s Landing Hellions have been born. It comes out of necessity, but the bond between us is still one of brotherhood, and together, we will stand strong against anyone who chooses to cross us.

Control The Chaos

~Roundman~

Two months go by, and Paul Watson has been out of town the entire time. Quiet, things are too quiet. Rocky, Danza, Frisco, and I don’t believe it.

In the meantime, the Hellions have formed. We don’t ride alone, and together, we are determined to keep Fury out of our town.

In all of Frisco’s travels, the man made connections, the kind that gave Danza the idea of changing his business runs. With his office inside ours, we get to stay close and monitor what is moving through Haywood’s Landing. With Frisco now at his back, Danza is no longer on the road alone, which Mary Alice appreciates.

Business has been good for Rocky and me. He’s expanded to doing some custom rods and restoration projects that involve fabrication and not regular mechanics. I’ve been able to get a few more bikes rolling through, which is what I prefer to do. Add in the clients Clive has had for years, and we are making this work.

Little by little, the four of us have found our way of controlling the chaos that crashed into our small town. Still, I want a piece of Paul Watson. His day is coming.

Lying in bed on a lazy Sunday with Dia’s naked body draped over mine—nothing tops this. Absolutely nothing. I trace my middle fingertip up her spine and back down all the way through the crack of her plump ass. She moans groggily against me. My morning wood only gets harder at the feel of her scissoring her legs over me.

“Gonna marry me today?” I ask, to which she kisses my chest before her blue eyes meet mine. “Gonna go to bed tonight as Claudia Reklinger?”

“Every night from tonight until the day I die, Blaine, I’m going to be Mrs. Reklinger.”

I smile at her. “Has a nice ring to it.” I massage her ass with my left hand while I tweak her nipple with my right.

She slides the sheet off both of us and moves to straddle me. When she sits straight up, her nipples poke out in the air as my erection stands up against the crack of her ass, wanting in her heat.

I lean over to the nightstand and pull out the small box I tucked away in there yesterday. “Got you a gift.”

She bites her bottom lip as I set the small box on my chest then move my hand down to her golden curls between her legs. Pushing my thumb between her lips, I stroke her, applying a bit of pressure to her bud so I can feel her juices mix in my pubic hair and skin. She rocks against my thumb, getting us both wet with her arousal.

“Gonna open it or you gonna ride my hand?” I ask as I feel my dick pulse with need to be in her.

“Both,” she says in a heady whisper as she keeps her rhythm and lifts the box.

Shifting my hand, I have two fingers sliding through her lips as she continues to grind against them.

I watch the smile on her face grow as she looks into the box.

“Mary Alice said you hated the something blue tradition. She said y’all went everywhere, looking for sapphires earrings so blue they looked black.”

She stops her hips and nods.

“Took a run with Danza yesterday. Stopped off in Raleigh at the big store and found these. You gonna wear ’em when you become my wife?”

Carefully, she moves the box containing the earrings to the table. Her tits are in my face as she does so, and I take full advantage, putting one in my mouth as I play with the other. She laughs and moans as the sensations hit her.

Without speaking, she moves back, causing me to sit up as to not lose her nipple my tongue currently circles.

She strokes my dick as she positions it at her opening then slides down, taking me all the way to the hilt. The feel of her muscles gripping me has me releasing my mouth and throwing my head back in ecstasy.

“Blaine Reklinger, how did I get so lucky? Got a man who takes my back. Got a man who provides, protects, and keeps his promises. Got a man who goes out of his way to give me good. Sugar, your woman is gonna give you good now.” A devilish smile plays on her plump lips as she slides up then rolls her hips on the way down my shaft as her walls contract around me.

She moves her hands high up in her hair as her tits bounce freely. She rides me and doesn’t hold anything back.

“Love you, Dia,” I groan out as I hold back my own orgasm.

Her rhythm becomes erratic as she sends herself over the top, and then I finally thrust up and release deep inside her.

“Gonna be my wife tonight.”

“Can’t wait!” she says, collapsing over me with my dick still inside her.

We are one. Ride until we die.

One Year Later…

The Future Looks Bright

Who would have thought a year ago that Rocky and I would not only have our own shop, but be in a situation to divide the business into two separate ones?

Rocky had a wild night with his childhood friend who grew up literally next door. Marie and he have been steady for a while since their hookup. Most recently, the results of their premarital activities have Marie swollen with their first baby. A quick wedding tied up any loose ends for any of the Bible slinging biddies around here.

It took Danza a little while longer to get his head out of his ass and make things right with Mary Alice. A small beach ceremony much like the one Dia and I had made her Mrs. Rhett Perchton, all while wearing my woman’s earrings.

Women and those wedding traditions … I don’t need to understand them. Whatever makes Dia happy keeps me happy, end of story to me and the men I know.

The Haywood’s Landing Hellions have grown. We had a few men prospect for us and patch in. We are an organized group with bylaws and a real system for both the shop businesses and the transports Danza and Frisco are running.

We keep things tight. No man is ever alone.

To make things official, we decide to take a ride to Deals Gap, NC. There is a buzz going around about a ride known as “The Dragon.” It’s a challenging course of mountainside and tight curves that carries you into Tennessee, all lining up on a map to look like the shape of a dragon’s tail.

With Marie home with little Dina, the four of us make the trip, leaving the other members behind to help her out until we make it back. Rocky and Frisco ride solo, and Mary Alice and Claudia proudly take their places behind Danza and me.

The ride there is rough in some places, only making Dia hold on more securely. Just how I like it. We stop at the Deals Gap shack to pull over and stretch our legs. Then, before we get back on the road, I pull Dia to me.

She’s in skin tight jeans and a black tank top with a jean vest. Her blonde hair is back in a braid that I wrap my hand around then pull her head back to look up at me.

“Love you, Dia.”

She smiles brightly at me. “Love you, Blaine.”

“Love having you on the back of my bike,” I tell her, rubbing the whiskers of my goatee against her jawline.

“No place I’d rather be,” she whispers before I press my lips to hers in a kiss that is sloppy and loud, and I don’t give a shit who watches.

The four of us then climb on our rides, starting them up before Mary Alice and Dia settle in behind Danza and me. I raise my left hand high in the air, throw a finger forward, and then we take off.

Danza rides to my right as my VP. Frisco is behind me as our enforcer with Rocky riding beside him, taking up the rear as our sergeant-at-arms. We make the eleven-mile ride through over three hundred curves in the same line up with Dia’s arms holding me tightly.

Brotherhood, family, love, life, and the open road—this is what living, really living, is about.

As we finish crossing over into Tennessee, we pull over. I look at each of my Hellions brothers one at a time, and silently, we all agree this is the final patching ride for every member in the future. This is the ride that will make men out of boys on bikes. With one wrong move, not only would you hurt yourself, but your brother would go down, too. This is a ride to bond. This is a ride about life, loyalty, and love. This is our ride for now and forever.