Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2) (10 page)

“Can we stop on the way? I need to grab some food.”

“What?” His eyes widen in pure shock, like he wasn’t expecting me to say such a thing. Weird man.

“Yeah, what should we bring? Cookies? Cupcakes? Cake? Brownies?”

“Babe.”

“I have to bring something!” My hands go up into the air in exasperation before dropping them back down to rest on my hips. “You can’t just show up at a party without bringing something, it’s rude!”

“It’s a biker party.”

“What? Bikers don’t like sweats? They don’t like food or drinks?”

“There will be beer and liquor. That’s all that’s fucking needed.”

“Fine. Then can we swing by the store for a case of beer?”

“Babe.”

I stomp my foot down and glare at him. “Caveman,” I sass back in the same growly tone he used. His lips twitch up into a smile that is beautiful and I am trying to hold onto my anger so no thinking on how handsome he is. “What?” I snap.

“You’re a brat when you don’t get your way. It’s cute.” His smile falls from his face before he points to the bike’s seat behind him. “Now park your cute ass on the back of my bike.”

“Are we stopping for beer?” I ask in an innocent voice.

“Noelle,” He growls, again.

“Okay, okay. So bossy.”

Incredible.

Exhilarating.

Wondrous.

So much freaking fun!

The ride to the club house on the back of Caveman’s bike took my breath away, some moments the wind hit me directly in the face and literally did take my breath. The wind through my hair. The rumble of the engine vibrating my whole body, making me feel like a part of the machine, as well as a part of Caveman I was clinging so tightly to him. The world blurred around us, but we were a part of our surroundings in a way I never felt before from riding in a car. So open and free. I understand why people love to ride, all your worries seem to fly away with the wind.

Climbing off his bike, my smile is huge and my body relaxed. My legs feel a bit wobbly, but other than that I’m good. Caveman slings an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. I reciprocate by sliding my hand under his jacket and across his back to rest on his right hip. No way with us walking in there like this would anyone not understand I was his.

Oh crap.

My feet trip a bit and Cave stops to look down into my worried face.

“Wood?” I ask him. What will happen when we walk in there like this and Wood sees us? Or, oh God, what if Wood is there with a woman all over him?

“He’s with your girl. Security. He won’t be here till later.” With my girl? Thank goodness Jay is able to get all this sorted. I nod to Cave and we make our way inside the big building. It has a huge open floor plan that I absolutely adore. Fantastic kitchen. I would never have placed a kitchen like this with a bunch of bikers. Did they really need top of the line appliances? Maybe Cave will let me cook something while they have their meeting or whatever since he didn’t stop for anything. Seriously hate walking into a party without something.

Not many people wondering around the living room, I’m guessing that’s what it’s called. There are multiple couches and comfortable chairs arranged in a messy but determined arrangement, focusing around one of the biggest TV’s I have ever seen. Pool tables in the far corners next to a long bar underneath the overhang from the second floor, which is basically just a long line of doors. Motorcycles and stretches of highway pictures grace the walls, as well as one big banner-type thing that matches the patch on Caveman’s jacket hanging dead center on the wall.

First impression, scary as fuck. Further inspection, badass and awesome.

“Yo, Cave.”

Caveman’s chin lifts at his friend as he walks up to us once we are fully inside the clubhouse. The man flicks his head, dislodging a hunk of black hair away from his almond shaped eyes, and smiles at Cave before winking at me. I think Stacy said his name was Tech? The hot emo looking Asian biker.

“Rage?”

“Already here, along with Stitch and Rogue. Steel’s calling it in five,” Tech answers Caveman’s question easily and leaves me in cryptic decoding hell. Nothing these guys say makes any sense. Caveman turns to me and drops his arm from my shoulders, leaving me with a little chill. I liked his body heat soaking into me.

“Don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Okay. Um, can I use the kitchen? I can whip up some pretty good party snackage while you’re detained.”

“Party snackage?” Tech questions with a chuckle, looking to Caveman.

“Noelle,” Cave sighs my name, which brings back my irritation from before. Why is it such a big deal to let me make something to eat for everyone. Who doesn’t like at least chips and dip at a party? My hands rest onto my hips, showcasing my sass.

“Well you wouldn’t stop on the way here like I wanted.” Caveman chuckles at me before smacking a lightly stinging slap onto my ass and walking away from me.

“Ouch! Was that a yes?” I call out. He points over to one of the couches without looking back to me or saying a word. “Hmph, ass,” I grumble and sit on the couch. Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at Caveman’s retreating back but don’t miss the shocked expression on Tech’s face before it melts away into a smile. With a thoughtful look, he turns to follow Caveman into what looks to be a backroom behind the bar.

Left alone, I slip my phone from my pocket and tap it unlocked. Whatever, I will just play some Gummy Drop and they will not get to try my bomb ass dip. Whose loss is it really? Not mine.

Fucking cute.

I can see a lot of fun being had by denying her shit just to rile her up. Propping her hands up on those hips and thrusting her tits up and out at me, fuck yeah I’m gonna have some fun.

Walking into the room where we conduct Church, I put my game face on and push Noelle to the back of my mind and focus on the club. When the Prez, Sergeant-of-Arms, and Road Cap from your mother chapter show up for a visit, you pay fucking attention. I give each of the men in the room a nod in acknowledgement before sitting down to the left of my Prez.

“Rage,” Steel greets with a handshake before turning to Stitch and Rogue to do the same. “Grab a seat. How’s it been?”

Rage sits down across the table from Steel while his men stand behind him. Doesn’t matter that we are all Demon Rebels. They take care of their shit. Rage smiles at Onyx and receives an identical smile in return. Onyx is a carbon copy of his father, the only difference is age shows on Rage that Onyx hasn’t lived yet. Salt and pepper hair and crinkles around his eyes mark really the only differences.

“Cuttin’ all the bullshit here. We’re here for a check-in and to update you on some plans for the future.”

“This about the mine on OP’s territory? I didn’t think ya’ll wanted to expand out that far?” Steel asks with a raised eyebrow.

And here we go. I have a feeling we’re going to be back here for a fucking while.

Talk and negotiations continue, but start to wind down eventually until Rage sidetracks to Steel.

“Your shit being handled, boy?”

“My shit?”

“Word is you got a problem with money,” Stitch pipes in with a curl in his lip. My spine straightens and eyes narrow at the scarred up Sarge. I don’t care who the fuck he is, he better back the fuck up before he goes too far and my knife gives him more scars, the kind that won’t heal.

“Yeah? And where was it that you heard this word from?” Onyx’s question is worded to Stitch, his tone clearly stating for the man to watch his attitude.

Rage’s lip twitches. “Birds sing, boy. I just want to make sure it’s being handled.”

“It is,” I answer in a firm no-further-discussion tone that gets a nod of respect from Stitch, like I fucking care.

“Good. Now I saw some sweet ass looking pussy out there. You got anyone lined up to play tonight?” Rage chuckles and stands, the tension in the room instantly dissipates. Officers start heading into the main room, leaving only a few of us still conversing. Until my Prez is done, I’m here.

“How long are you staying?” Onyx asks and slaps his dad on the back.

“Just tonight. Got my own shit to handle.”

“How’s Gypsy?” At his inquiry over his sister, Stitch becomes tense and alert. That’s interesting. And a fucked up situation. You never go there. Fuck, never.

“Better. Let’s grab a beer.”

“I can’t. I gotta get to the house, fill Wood in and relieve his ass.” Onyx quickly gives him a man hug and hits the door.

“What the fuck?” Rage mumbles before turning to Steel. “Care to explain?” Steel slaps Rage on the shoulder before squeezing.

“We got ourselves a woman and we just found out she’s pregnant, in a nutshell. Complicated as fuck situation,” Steel explains straight out and shocks the fuck out of me as well as Rage if his dumbfounded look is anything to go by. Noelle’s girl is knocked up? By Steel or Onyx?

Fuck.

“The fuck!? Since fucking when? I’m gonna be a fucking grandpa?” Rage looks proud, freaked the fuck out, and gobsmaked all at the same time. Steel walks him to the door and into the main room.

“That depends on how you look at it,” Steel mumbles and I inwardly roll my eyes before following them out behind Stitch, leaving me as the last man to exit.

With business over I can get back to Noelle, and I better not fucking find her with some fucker. Not that I think she’d be the one up on him, but my woman is fucking sexy as hell and I wouldn’t put it past anyone with a cock to try to tap what I got.

Shit.

I’m gonna fucking kill him.

Seeing something completely different than what I thought, it’s fucking worse. Noelle frowning, arms wrapped around her torso in a defensive position while watching asshat Wood fucking flirting up some skanky barely dressed bunny. His hands skimming all over her ass, tossing a tit squeeze in here and there. Fuck.

Stomping up to him, I slap a hand down onto his shoulder. Hard.

“Fucking occupied, brother.”

“Wood,” I cut out in a warning tone. Motherfucker better not fucking push me right now with his shit.

“Fuck. Hold on to that sugar for me, be right back,” Wood tells the skank before walking over to the stairs with me.

“You’re fucking killing her,” I dig right into him.

“Mind your own. I’m giving her exactly what she deserves.”

“The fuck she does. If you would chill the fuck out, listen, and look at her, you will see what you being a dick is doing to her.”

“What does it fucking matter anyway. She’s yours already,” he snaps at me and my vision starts to fade to red.

“Ours. She’s ours you fuck wit and you fucking know it. Give her a chance to apologize,” I push again.

“Sure thing, Sensitive Sally. I’ll jump right the fuck on that,” Wood pushes away from the railing and goes back to the skank before pulling her under his arm and walking her down to one of the bathrooms out of sight, giving the appearance of taking her away to fuck her, the asshole. I fucking know he won’t fuck that bitch in the bathroom, he prefers his club room upstairs, but Noelle? Fuck.

I take large steps to stop at her side and tuck her close to me before lifting her face to see her eyes. Her watery eyes. I’m gonna fucking murder that bastard, fucking slowly. “Fuck the party. Let’s go.”

She nods her head in agreement and I pull her away from the clubhouse nodding to our Prospects and Enforcers, relieving my duty of the night to them, before mounting up and slinging rocks, headed for my place. The whole time feeling her tremble against me.