Freedom Ride, page 14
“Move the fuck on, bitch,” Hero called.
The cops grabbed Anne from Jonas and slapped handcuffs on her. “Get her out of here,” Ransom ordered.
Jonas climbed to his feet, and I slipped from King’s hold and catapulted myself into Jonas’ arms.
“Babe,” he grunted. He buried her face in my air, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
With tears of relief glistening in my eyes, I whispered his name, my voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and love. “You saved me, Jonas.”
“Nothing will ever take you away from me, Lennox. You’re forever mine.”
Every breath I took felt like a victory, each inhalation drawing in the pure air of newfound freedom.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I’ll love you forever.”
King gathered Meg into his arms and let out a sigh of relief.
“I really thought the crazy shit with the club was over,” Ransom murmured.
“Yeah, us, too,” King called.
When it came to the club, you had to take the bad with the good.
And right now the bad was being loaded into the back of a cop car where she would hopefully spend a long time in a mental asylum far away from Jonas, me and the club.
“You know,” Meg sighed, “I really don’t miss this. You think we can go back to everyone having babies and we ride off into the sunset in our RV?” she asked King.
“Now that sounds like a fucking plan,” King agreed. “You think you guys can stay away from the bad crazies?”
Jonas held up his hand. “All I plan on doing for the rest of my life is loving Lennox, and add a few babies to our family.”
“And Doc and Marty,” I added. “We can’t forget about the boys.”
Meg laughed and rested her head on King's shoulder. “I’m good with adding a few more grandkids to the family.”
“Me, too,” I whispered.
Me, too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Snapper
“Meg is taking the boys overnight.”
I grabbed Lennox around the waist and pulled her into my arms. “And why is that?”
“Oh, well, I thought maybe we could go for a ride and just see where we end up. Explore my new hometown,” she suggested.
A week ago, Melody and Perry had pulled into Rockton with a U-Haul full of Lennox’s stuff. They had stayed a few days at the clubhouse while we sorted through Lennox’s things and decided to do some remodeling.
The club was my life, and I didn’t want to leave the clubhouse. I loved living there knowing at any time my family could be there. Well, for the most part, I liked having them around all the time. But for those times we wanted a little more privacy, we would be able to retreat to our own larger space.
The plan was for the grandkids to take over the club like the second generation had, but in the meantime, while they grew up, Lennox and I would make it our home.
Walls would be knocked down, and new ones built to better suit the growing family Lennox and I planned. At least two kids, and maybe even another puppy if we were crazy enough.
“You’ve seen all of Rockton, babe,” I laughed.
She pressed a kiss to my lips and shrugged. “Then show me more, Jonas. I really don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you. We’re free to go wherever, whenever,” she sighed.
“Free,” I whispered against her lips. “The exact thing I wanted for six years, and it’s even better than I imagined. You and freedom are all I will ever need.”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Let’s ride, handsome.” I could see the love that flowed unconditionally when she looked at me. We had a love meant to weather the storms and would never fade.
I had it all with Lennox in my life.
Every night this was what we did.
Lennox pressed against my back, and the open road in front of me.
This was my freedom ride for the rest of my life.
Free with Lennox.
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Wilder Presley Says He Loves Me
Chapter One
He’s back...
Shelby Lyn
“He’s back.”
I snagged the last roll of black ribbon and dropped it into my basket.
“I saw him this morning at the diner. When he walked right by, I was getting my two scrambled eggs with wheat toast and maple sausage.” Missy clicked her tongue. “He looked as fine as fireworks on the fourth of July out on Mason Lake, let me tell you.”
My eyes searched the shelf for the second time hoping for more black ribbon to magically appear. “Maybe they have more black ribbon in the back,” I mumbled. I needed at least five more yards to ensure I had enough to finish the wreath Mrs. Baxter ordered. Halloween was fast approaching, and I needed to get a jump on my yearly orders.
“Shelby Lyn.” Missy snapped her fingers in my face. “Have you heard a word I‘ve said?”
I stepped back and swatted her hand out of my face. “Yeah, you ate your breakfast this morning, and it was as good as the fourth of July fireworks.”
Missy scoffed. “You missed the important part.”
Missy spoke a mile a minute, and while I’m sure most of what she said was necessary to someone somewhere, most of the time, I tuned her out. After almost twenty years of friendship, I learned that if I missed something important that came out of her mouth, she tended to return to it until I heard her. This was one of those times. “Then tell me the important part while we wait for Jack to get his ass out of the backroom and help me.”
“You know he’s probably reading the old Playboys back there.” Missy visibly shivered. “Thank god I never had a boy. I don’t think I could have handled the crusty socks and forty-minute showers.”
“Missy. Did you need to go there?” Dear god in heaven. I did not need that mental picture painted in my brain. “I doubt Jack is doing anything in the backroom. Please, he’s eighteen. I hope he can control himself till he gets off work.”
Missy shrugged. “Girl, you remember how boys were when we were eighteen. Horn dogs looking to rut.”
“Uh, rut?” Was she talking about men or deer? Sometimes the lines did blur.
She scoffed and grabbed the dark blue ribbon. “Dad was watching the hunting channel last time I stopped by. What about this one?”
I shook my head. “It’s navy.”
“Nonsense. This is black,” she insisted.
I grabbed the ribbon from her and set it back on the shelf. “It’s navy, and it won’t work.” The backroom door swung open, and Jack walked out. “There’s Jack.”
“Oh lordy. See, he’s tucking his shirt in.” Missy hissed. “Whatever you do, do not touch his hands,” she advised.
“Jack,” I called. “Can you check to see if there is any more one-inch black ribbon in the back?”
Jack gave me a two-fingered salute and backtracked to the backroom.
“Gonna be ten minutes before he surfaces again. You gave him an excuse to read a few more pages,” Missy laughed.
“You’re a nut, Missy.” I moved over to the selection of orange ribbons and tried to figure out which shade would be perfect. It needed to be bright, but not neon bright.
“Can we get back to what we were talking about before?”
“Your breakfast? It must have been pretty good if you want to keep talking about it.” I fingered a light shade of orange and wondered if it would clash with the dark shadow of orange I already had at home. Mrs. Baxter was as sweet as pie, but she would have a bird if the colors weren’t right for her fall wreath.
Missy scoffed. “Wilder Presley is back, Shelby,” she shouted.
I dropped the light orange ribbon, and Missy's words hit me like bullets to my head. “Uh, what?” There was no way she had just said that.
No.
No, no, no.
Missy snapped her fingers in my face. “Now you’re gonna listen, huh?” she laughed. She shook her head and turned to the rack of ribbon. “What if you did a dark purple instead of black?” she suggested.
I grabbed her shoulder and spun her back to face me. “We’re not going to talk about ribbon right now,” I spat.
“You’re about a minute behind on your shock, Shelby. I’m over having to tell you about Wilder.”
“I was listening all along,” I muttered.
“Wilder Presley is back in Adams, Shelby Lyn, and you look like you saw a ghost.”
I glared at Missy. “I heard you the first time you said it.”
Missy cackled. “Second time I said it, you heard, but I had to repeat it because the look you get when I say his name says so much.”
I didn’t get a look when she said his name. There was no reason why I would get a look. None. “Where is Jack with my ribbon?” I grumbled.
“So you’re just going to act like I didn’t tell you the Wilder Presley is home?” Missy smirked. “You can’t act like this with me, Shelby. You told me what you said the day he left.” She wagged her finger in my face. “I have known you for nineteen years and one hundred ten days.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t acting anyway, just like I hadn’t had a look when she said Wilder’s name. “And this isn’t his home,” I insisted. “When you leave for more than nine years, the place you go to becomes your home.”
“Is that a rule?” Missy questioned.
“Here ya go,” Jack called. He held up three rolls of black ribbon. “These are the last of them.” He made his way to me, and I grabbed the rolls from him.
“Thanks.” I nodded to the orange ribbon. “I need to grab a couple of rolls of orange. I’ll meet you at the register.”
Jack nodded. “Sounds good.”
I grabbed two shades of orange and hoped they would work for the wreath, but my mind was too wound up about Wilder to even notice what I grabbed.
“Shelby,” Missy called.
My eyes darted to her. “What?”
“What is going on in that head of yours right now?” she demanded.
I shrugged and dropped the orange ribbon into my basket. “I think I have two days to finish this wreath, and then I need to start thinking about the Christmas wreaths for the church while I work on the twenty other orders I have for fall or Halloween wreaths. I’m busy, Missy.”
Missy tipped her head to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. “You are so full of shit, girlfriend. The man you had a crush on all of your life is back in town, and you’re going to tell me you’re thinking about wreaths? That you didn’t tell him you loved him?”
I nodded my head. “Yes, you will believe that because you are my best friend, and you know I don’t want to have this conversation at the craft store. And I told him I loved him as a friend. It was a “Have a great life, buddy. I love you.” Turning on my heel, I headed to where Jack stood behind the check-out counter.
“You know I’m just going to come over to your house after I get off of work,” Missy called after me.
I raised my hand over my head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Missy.” Missy had been my best friend for almost twenty years. She had moved to Adams when we were both ten and had become one of my close friends that summer.
“You want wine or hard booze?” she asked.
I needed a damn tranquilizer if what she had told me was true. “Bring the Southern,” I replied.
“Woo, wee,” Missy chuckled. “This is going to be a fun night.”
I rolled my eyes and set my basket on the check-out counter. “You wouldn’t by chance have a bottle of booze behind the counter, would you, Jack?” I blew my hair out of my face and sighed.
“Uh, well, I think my dad might have a bottle hidden in his office,” Jack stammered. “I could see if I could get you a glass.”
Oh, sweet Jack. He was just a little too naïve for his good.
I nodded to the basket. “I think I can make it home without a glass. Thank you, though.”
Jack looked visibly relieved.
Five minutes later, I was sitting behind the steering wheel of my truck and closed my eyes.
Wilder Presley was back in town.
Twelve years ago, I had watched that man drive out of my life with not so much as a backward glance. He had broken my heart that day, and he hadn’t even known it.
Wilder Presley was back, and so were all those feelings I thought I had buried.
No amount of Southern was going to make this any easier.
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Drop a Gear and Disappear
Chapter One
Quinn
A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed...
“COME WITH ME, BABY.”
Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”
I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”
“But today is not that day, Quinn.”
“It’s Gear, baby.”
She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”
I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.
“Soon.”
“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”
“I do more than that.”
“Right,” she drawled.
At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”
She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like, what are you going to do.”
I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.
Her eyes flared with desire.
I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.
The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.
During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.
I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”
She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.
She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.
My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”
She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking and start doing.”
I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”
“I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.
I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.
She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.
Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I put a hand on her hip and thrust deep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed out.
“Say my name.”
A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”
“Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”
She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sounds, I need your dick.”
I slowly pulled out then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”
She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.
She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”
She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.
