Taking a Dare - A Hellion MC Novel (35 page)

I yanked at his t-shirt and he released me so he
could pull it the rest of the way off. Before it had even cleared
his head, my hands were roaming. Sliding up over and around all of
his deliciously defined muscles.

"Toe your boots off, baby," he advised, moving off me
so I could bring my legs close enough to follow his instructions.
From his actions, I could feel he was removing his own footwear as
well.

"You want me to take off my pants, too?" I asked,
reaching for the button of my jeans.

"Fuck, no!" he shot back. "That's for me to do." He
grinned into my face, his eyes hooded. "It's like fuckin'
unwrapping a present, sugar. The best present in my life."

And my body's response to what he said let me know
that it had been the perfect thing to tell me, given at the most
perfect time.

"I love you, Dare," I repeated and felt him stop all
movement.

"Can't remember ever loving anybody but you, Ryley,"
came his reply before he divested both of us of the rest of our
clothing and did exactly as he said he'd do.

He teased me moving both shallow and slow, making me
beg for more.

Then he changed it to hard and deep, causing me to
clench and grip as I screamed his name when I hit it.

I counted it as a good thing when I realized he was
still deep inside me and I remembered what he'd said he wanted. So
I pressed my mouth to his ear, trying to get my breathing under
control. At least enough so I could whisper one word.

"Husband."

Chapter Thirty Three

"I think that's the last of it, cowboy!" he heard her
call from deep within the bowels of the tiny house. Telling him
something he already knew.

They'd used their honeymoon to go to Spokane and
clear out her place. He and a handful of the Spokane brothers had
just spent the last four hours loading all her furniture and a
shitload of boxes onto a Hellion Construction truck, arranging it
all so they could fit her motorcycle in as well.

She'd given notice to Haven and had already exchanged
tearful goodbyes to her former staff and kids. Something even Dare
found himself getting a bit choked up over. From his place on the
sidelines, he'd been able to see how much Ryley loved the Haven,
her staff and the kids. And how much she was valued and loved in
return.

They'd attended a fuckin' combo congrats and farewell
party at the Spokane clubhouse that had found his new wife more
than slightly buzzed. Which he'd taken more than advantage of when
he'd gotten them back to her place. Sex with Ryley sober was
fuckin' awesome. But doing the nasty with her half-drunk was off
the motherfuckin' charts! And something he planned on making sure
happened at frequent intervals.

Christ, the way she used that wicked mouth…

"So, which truck do you want me to drive?" she asked,
coming into the empty room and hitching up her form-fitting
jeans.

"You're riding with me. Blaze is behind the wheel of
the HC ride," he replied, pulling her to him.

"Blaze? How's he gonna get back?" she asked tilting
her head back to look into his eyes as she braced her hands on his
chest.

"He's not. Trey gave approval for his transfer."
Something that had surprised the shit out of Dare, but then he
wasn't aware of the full story, of all the doings that had gone
down. Nope. He'd been blissfully unaware of anything but Ryley over
the last four or so days. Even keeping his nose out of the Hellion
Spokane club's shit.

"Do you think he and Lock are going to make a go of
it?" Her eyes seemed to shimmer at the thought of her best friend
finally being with Blaze. Dare shrugged. He couldn't be bothered
with thinking about other fuckers and their relationships. There
was only one he wanted to concentrate on and that was his own.

He watched Ryley's eyes as they dropped to her hands.
He knew what she was looking at for probably the hundredth time
that day just as she had done since he'd slipped it on her finger.
A cushion-cut, Sea Blue Aquamarine ring surrounded by white
diamonds and then chocolate diamonds set in white gold. As soon as
he'd seen how the aquamarine exactly matched his girl's eyes, he
knew it was the ring for her.

But he'd been surprised that she'd given him a ring
in return. Just a simple wide band that Ryley later told him was
black chrome and cobalt. He didn't give a shit what it was made of.
All he knew was that it was the motherfuckin' bomb and was as
bad-ass as a wedding ring could be. Even Bishop and Silo had said
so. Although, Si hadn't seemed happy to see it, much less to
comment on it.

"And then there were two," the big, bald biker had
repeated again and again on a doleful note throughout the
reception. A kick-ass Hellion kind of reception which had been held
in the Missoula clubhouse after he and Ryley had gotten back from
the Justice of the Peace's office. Lots of booze, great eats and
surrounded by their friends from both clubs helped to round out
Dare's perfect fuckin' day.

Even Gus had laid low, keeping his thoughts to
himself which Ryley said they needed to accept as their wedding
present from her dad. What-the-fuck-ever was Dare's opinion on the
old man. He figured he'd let Ryley worry about her father's doings
and just keep himself to himself in that fuckin' arena.

He was trying to maneuver his girl out the door so
they could begin the trek back to Missoula and start 'playing
house' as he liked to think of it when his cellphone rang with
Queen's: 'We Are The Champions'. The ringtone he'd assigned for
Trey.

"What's doing, brother?" Dare answered, swatting
Ryley's ass while he stepped away to take the call. His eyes
followed her steps as she made her way to where the Spokane men
stood. Then watched as she made a point of hugging each of them who
had helped box and then load up the truck so she could leave them.
Men who she'd known for most of her life.

But his wife didn't seem unhappy to be leaving
Spokane. More like sad to realize she wasn't going to see her club
brothers as often as she used to.

"Wanted to give you some updates before you finally
get your ass back to work." Trey's answer was given on a grumble
but Dare knew his brother was pleased for how things between him
and Ryley had, ultimately, worked out. A fact the big guy had
admitted to while deeply in his cups at their reception. So damn
drunk that Dare and Dallas were the ones that had poured him into
their ride when the pres couldn't walk on his own.

When Trey didn't continue, Dare walked further until
he was next to his truck parked in Ryley's driveway. 'Old
driveway,' he corrected himself. Why wasn't Trey speaking?

"Rio overheard Lulu taking a message from a Sheriff
Gentry and told Gus. The old man put two and two together but
didn't have the full info when he made his play."

Interesting, but nothing for Dare to worry about in
the scheme of how everything had gone down. Dare waited somehow
knowing his former foster-brother and now leader of his club wasn't
done.

"Gus turned in his president's patch today." Trey
finally announced on a low note.

Holy fuck!

But Trey wasn't finished. "Asked for formal
permission to have Dee transferred to Spokane."

"How's Dallas takin' it?" Dare asked hesitantly. Most
times, he and his brother's kept their noses out of the other men's
relationships but Dee was helping Dallas to become a Honey. Hell,
to fuckin'
lead
the Honeys.

"She's beside herself," was all Trey would admit to
and Dare more than got that Dallas was having trouble at the
thought of not having Dee to lean on. "I'm hoping your girl will
help fill that gap. Secondly, have heard from Benzo, the new gavel
holder of the Czar's. When he discovered the notes and internet
shit that Ham had on his computer, he freaked. Seems the Vita
Diablo's want to hold the Czars accountable for the loss of revenue
on the meth seized in Big Horn."

Dare processed that info before he realized Trey's
unspoken question. "You want me to contact Jim?" Dare took Trey's
silence as confirmation he was to make the call. "And tell him
what?"

"To call the Sheriff's department for Park county,
which is who I told Benzo to get the word out to. Together the two
badges can work that shit out." Dare realized it was a smart move
on Trey's part. In allowing the two law enforcement officers to
talk, it eliminated any sort of Hellion involvement and took them
out of play in whatever the Czar's and VD's would get into.

Dare offered up a reluctant, "can do," though his
heart quailed at making contact with Jim again. They were from such
different worlds, it was hard to remember that the stalwart man
he'd seen in Billings was the same big brother he'd so admired as a
kid. But, maybe if he'd share that he also was now married…? "I'll
call him before we leave. Anything else?"

"Yeah," came the deep growl but no other words were
said. Dare pulled the phone away, checking for reception bars
before putting the cell back up to his ear as his eyes slid to the
gorgeous woman walking across the lawn to where he stood. A beauty
he'd claimed for himself when he'd only been seventeen.

"Be happy, motherfucker," Trey said quietly.

"Back at you, brother." It was the only reply Dare
could offer before hitting 'end' and pulling his beautiful wife
against him.

"Love you, Dare." Her sweet voice came from a place
around his collarbones. Somewhere close to where the words hit his
heart.

And that, Dare told himself, was all that fuckin'
mattered.

Because everything else, everything that wasn't of
Ryley or his Hellion club, was complete and utter bullshit.

At least in Dare's opinion.

#.#.#.#.#

I hope you enjoyed reading
'Taking a
Dare'
, book 3 in the Hellion MC series. It took me three tries
to get Dare's story the way I wanted it--mainly because both he and
Ryley kept wanting to take their relationship a lot of directions I
hadn't planned to go!

The best part though, was being able to once again be
with the Hellion council members and their girls. I gotta say, the
group introduced in
'Hiding in Plain Sight'
and
expanded on in
'The Possibility of Trey'
and in
'Reinventing Mel'
have come to mean a lot to
me.

Please feel free to leave a rating on whichever site
you purchased the story.

If you haven't yet read it yet, here's an excerpt
from Reese and Brand's story,
'Hiding in Plain
Sight'
which is the prequel to the Hellion MC Series.

Next up is
'Silo's Story'
which I
hadn't originally planned to write. But I think the burly, bald
biker needs to find his own girl…one that will help him learn how
to deal with women and keep him from always putting his foot in
it!

Smiling and waving into the Arizona summer
morning,

J.A. Hornbuckle

June 28th, 2014

Brand pulled the motorcycle into the huge truck stop,
angling it next to a gas pump. They needed gas, food and a toilet
and this complex, just off Interstate 70, met all their
requirements. With any luck, he might be able to find another
helmet. The goggles he'd donned after giving her the only secure
head covering, had to be cleaned every twenty miles or so. But
that's what you got when you traveled the back roads… bug carcasses
over any exposed part of your body.

He dropped the kickstand and eased off the seat, his
ass protesting with every movement.

Glancing around the huge forecourt, he made a point
of seeing who was or wasn't paying attention to him. Or more
importantly, to Renee.

He'd been surprised how little fuss she created in
his haste to get her some place where she could arrange for her car
to be towed and repaired. She'd done as he'd asked by holding him
tightly and only once signaled that she needed to stop for a
bathroom break about two hours before.

As she pulled the heavy helmet off, he moved to her
backpack and opened the pocket he'd seen her tuck the hat in.

"Hey!" she barked, whipping her head around to glower
at him. "Get your mitts off my stuff, Bayco!"

He leaned down and put his mouth against her ear. "I
want you to pack all your beautiful hair underneath your hat and
put your sunglasses back on," he instructed softly but firmly.
"Otherwise, keep the helmet on and the visor closed."

Her response was simply two deep blinks before she
did as he had demanded. He acted like he was digging in one of the
panniers as she did so, blocking the view of her between his torso
and the large gas pump. Once her face and hair were hidden, he
filled up the tank, his body still on alert with so many others
around. When he was done, he started up the bike and took it out
into a space adjacent to the bathrooms before shutting off the
motor for a second time.

He got off the seat again but stayed right next to
her.

"Here is what we will do. You go into the Ladies room
and do not come out until you hear my knock, understand? You will
stay inside for however long it takes me to get food and use the
facilities myself. I will double knock three times. Do not come out
until you hear them," he said. His voice was again very firm, not
allowing for any argument or negotiation.

She nodded jerkily, her eyes very wide.

"No, Renee. I need you to repeat it back to me so I
know you will do as I ask," Brand commanded.

"I'm going to the ladies and stay until I hear three
double-knocks," she replied, her wide eyes glued to his, and he saw
her lower lip quiver when she was finished speaking.

"Good," he said. "I will not be long."

He watched as she carefully swung her leg over the
seat and stood up. They had been on the bike a long time, so he
wasn't surprised when she stumbled in taking her first step. As he
caught her arm, he felt her tremble. "I do not do this to frighten
you," he tried to explain. "But to keep you safe."