Ridin' Her Rough (7 page)

“Age is just a number. Besides, I know my mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. That made you thirty-one. It’s all just a number, Dad. You know that. Look at Ringo and Dixon.” Brack shook his head from side-to-side, but didn’t say anything. “And maybe I’m stepping over some kind of biker, brotherhood line, but don’t I have the right to choose who I want to be with? Haven’t I earned your respect?”

The room grew tense at her words, and when Brack slowly lifted his head to stare at her, Torque knew that Delilah had reached a part of him that few had touched.

“Yeah, baby girl, you’ve earned my trust, as well as the club’s, and a whole lot more.” He reached out, tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Brack looked over at Torque, and even though he still had a hard look on his face, there was something in his eyes that he had never seen in the club president before: surrender. “You care about my daughter?” He turned fully around so they were face-to-face again.

Torque looked over at Delilah, but she had her head downcast, like she didn’t want to look at him. “Yeah, prez, I really fucking do.” He looked at Brack in time to see the man coming closer.

“She’s my baby girl.” They were only inches from each other, but Torque wasn’t going to back down.

“Yeah, I know, man.”

Brack nodded once. “If you hurt her I will hurt you.” The threat was very real, but Torque wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“I understand, but there is no way I’m going to hurt her. She’s the first female I’ve wanted as an Old Lady, and you should know that isn’t something I would ever fuck around with.”

Brack grunted and searched Torque’s face with his eyes. “Yeah, I guess I know that, but what you’re messing with is not some club Cherry.”

“I want this with her, Brack.” They stared at each other for several long minutes.

Brack nodded once, turned and staked out of the room. The rest of the guys stared at them as stunned as Torque felt, but they didn’t say anything. Ace smirked, Malice shook his head, and Vain watched Torque like he was some kind of fucking experiment.

“You watch over her, brother.” Vain pointed his finger at Torque, and then turned and left.

He breathed out, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

“Shit.” Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, he felt like he might fucking pass out. He had just claimed Delilah in front of the club.

“Torque.” Delilah was right in front of him before he even realized what the fuck was happening.

“Yeah, baby?” What if she wasn’t all about what he wanted? What if this really had been just one night of sex? Yeah, he had heard what she said, but shit, didn’t chicks change their minds all the fucking time?

“Did you mean what you said about me and you?”

For a moment he just stared at her. Fuck, she was so beautiful. Her dark hair was mussed from what they had just done, her lips were red and swollen, and she stared up at him like she wanted to do this all over again. “Yeah, Delilah, I meant every word of it.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around her. “You want to go on this crazy ass ride with me, baby?”

She pulled back and looked in his face. The smile she gave him could have sent Torque down to his fucking knees. It was insane how he had done a complete one-eighty over this girl, changed how he felt about life, and actually wanted to give this shit a chance.

“This is crazy. You know that, right?”

She was still smiling and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Don’t I fucking know it, but I know in my gut it will be worth it.” She didn’t ask why he had changed so quickly, why his thoughts had done some kind of Mr. Hyde bullshit, she just accepted it, and wasn’t that what trust was all about? Besides, Torque didn’t know if he would have been able to give her an honest answer anyway. Shit, he had never felt anything like this, and at this point was hanging on tight and going with the flow. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, but the sound of someone clearing their throat broke up their little moment.

“Well isn’t this all sweet and sentimental and shit.” Pinkie leaned against the doorframe and narrowed her eyes at Delilah. Well fuck, he had totally forgotten about the Cherry, who had probably been standing in the hallway watching the whole scenario play out.

****

“Ain’t this some shit. I don’t get to fuck Brack because he puts him in a bad mood, and now I’m in a bad mood because I didn’t get what I wanted.” Pinkie pushed off of the doorframe and took a step inside. Her heels clicked against the wood floor the closer she came. “I mean, what in the hell am I supposed to do now?” Delilah didn’t miss the way she eyed Torque. “How about you and I go for a ride, big boy?” Pinkie grinned and flicked her eyes to Delilah.

Delilah stared at Pinkie and smiled. It was a bullshit expression, one that was all saccharine and shit, but hell, this bitch was about to go down. This had been a long time in coming. “Why don’t you take your skank ass out of this room and continue until the front door hits you in your skinny ass.”

The sound of Pinkie grinding her teeth sounded loud in the room. Good, she was getting to the bitch. “The only reason anyone keeps your uptight ass around is because you’re Brack’s bastard kid.” Oh no, the hell she didn’t just say that.

Delilah held her hand up to stop Torque from coming any closer, and the deep sound he made told her that he was just as pissed as she was. But this was her fight, and was at least four years in the making. “I may be, but the only reason they keep you around is because you are a fucking slut that sucks a bunch of bikers’ dicks hoping one day you’ll be an Old Lady Newsflash, none of them want your loose ass as anything more than a hole to fill.”

Pinkie squeaked in outrage and lunged forward, but Delilah was ready. In fact, her entire body shook from the adrenaline pounding through her. Her right hand was already a fist by the time Pinkie was in hitting distance, and that was just what Delilah did. She swung out, connected with her boney ass face, and had the slut’s whole body flipping to the side from the force of her punch. Pinkie fell to the ground, but not before she reached out and dragged her acrylic nails down Delilah’s arm. She hissed out and covered the scratch marks with her hand. “You stupid bitch.”

“No, you’re the stupid bitch.”

Pinkie pulled herself off the ground and ran a finger along her bottom lip that was split right open. “You think he’s gonna want you when he can have ass like this?” She gestured to herself. “Not likely. You’ll be the Old Lady that stays at home while he comes to the clubhouse to bang a hotter piece of ass.”

Now it was Delilah’s turn to lunge forward. Grabbing a chunk of the bleach-blonde’s hair she ripped an extension right out, and grinned when Pinkie screamed. The sound of boots slamming down the hall pierced the anger Delilah felt, but no way was she letting her hold go. She yanked Pinkie forward and dragged her out of the room and down the hall. Ace and Vain moved out of her way with hands in the air, and when she reached the main floor where everyone was partying she stopped.

“Brack, tell this bitch to let me go.”

Her father knitted his brows. “What’s going on, Delilah?”

“No, Dad. This slut has had this a long time coming now.” Pinkie gave another little shriek of outrage. She leaned in close to the Cherry’s ear and said, “See, honey. No one has respect for a girl that doesn’t care about anything but some deep dicking.” With that she finished making her way toward the front door, pulled it open, and tossed her ass outside. Before she shut the door she turned around and addressed the members. “Do any of you want to claim this piece of shit as an Old Lady, or is everyone good with her ass getting banned from the clubhouse?” There was a collective silence, and then everyone murmured that they were not getting involved with female disputes. Good. She turned back to Pinkie, who was now standing and glaring at her with her hands on her hips. “Don’t come back unless you want me to beat your ass again.” She turned to one of the prospects. “Take her home.”

Marson nodded and moved past Delilah.

She slammed the door closed and instantly felt more at ease. Everyone stared at her, and she thought maybe they’d bitch because she had overstepped some line, but in unison they threw their heads back and started laughing.

“Damn, Delilah. Didn’t know you had that kind of spunk in you.” Ace ruffled her hair and grinned down at her.

Vain pulled her to his side and patted her shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d finally get around to holding your own with her.”

She elbowed him in the ribs and he grunted. Everyone moved to the bar for a round of shots, but she stayed back and saw Torque leaning against the wall. He had his shirt and cut back on, but there were some splatters of blood on the white tee from his busted lip. He pushed off the wall and moved toward her, and when he was right in front of her reached out and took hold of the back of her neck.

“Is it wrong to admit that you kicking Pinkie’s ass turned me on?” Torque grinned.

Pinkie’s words played through her head.

“What she said—” He cut her off with a firm shake of his head.

“If I wanted easy, loose pussy I would have gotten that and wouldn’t have gone up against the club president for rights to have you to myself.”

She knew this, and also knew that they could have easily voted on taking his patch. It was a slippery slope when a member went against the “rules”, and she also knew that each chapter had different standards. He had risked a lot to make it known that she wasn’t just a piece for him, but still she had seen brothers getting it on with a Cherry when their Old Lady was at home. That was not something she was going to stand, and she wanted to know upfront, and not when her heart was already too deep in the mix.

“Woman, you’ll listen to me loud and clear. What I want is you, and only you. Maybe I didn’t realize that until right now, but I sure as hell have been thinking about it, and trying to bury that shit deep down. I am not used to feeling these things, but I do know that I can’t walk away from you or what we could have.” He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Everyone is watching.”

He shook his head and stared into her eyes. “I don’t give a shit who is watching. Let them get a fucking eyeful. The important thing is that I would never fuck around on you. Ever, Delilah. There isn’t any question about that, yeah?”

She swallowed the emotion down, and blocked out everything else aside from Torque and the words he was saying. “How would this work with you being a Nomad and on the road constantly? We’d never see each other.” It took him several seconds to answer, but she didn’t get the feeling that what he was going to say would suck.

“I don’t know, baby. I have thought about settling down with a charter, this one in particular, but always pushed that back because I didn’t want to be tied down.”

“And now?” She held her breath.

“Well, I think there might be something worth settling down for. I can’t guarantee I’ll be easy to deal with. I’m stubborn and can be an asshole on the best of days, but I’m willing to try and do this…whatever this is.” He grinned and cupped both of her cheeks in his big hands. “Besides, I saw a piece of property for sale right when I entered Rush Falls. Maybe that was a sign that I need to plant some roots, huh?”

“I think I’d like if you planted some roots, Torque.”

He continued to rub his thumbs over her cheeks, and had this almost lost look on his face.

“What?”

“Noting. It’s just that I could get so lost in you. Hell, I’m already halfway there.”

Her heart hiccupped a little at his words.

“Either get a room or come over here and join us in a round of shots,” Ace called out.

“Ain’t no one getting a fucking room,” Brack growled out right before he threw a shot back. He may have backed off a little, giving her the room she needed to see if what her and Torque had would last, but she knew he wouldn’t be fully onboard with it. She was his little girl, and always would be. Maybe he thought she was making a mistake, but that was her mistake to make, and one she would have to learn from.

Torque took her hand and gave it a little squeeze. He led them over to the bar, and just like that the guys started bullshitting. This was her family, would always be her family, and she was damn lucky to be a part of it. If someone would have told her that she’d be standing here with Torque holding her hand, her dad and the others all standing around them not knocking his teeth out because of it, she would have called them all damn liars. Maybe she’d wake up and realize this was all one fucked-up dream, but until then she’d enjoy one hell of a ride.

About The Author

Jenika Snow
is the pseudonym of a mother, wife and nurse. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their two daughters, and was able to have her dream come true in 2013 by writing full-time. She started writing at a very young age. Her first story consisted of a young girl who traveled to an exotic island and found a magical doll. That story has long since disappeared, but others have taken its place. Jenika loves to hear from readers, and encourages them to contact her and give their feedback.

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