Bed of Roses (21 page)

“Yes. That would be definitely hot.” She grinned as they walked over to her, serving the biggest breakfast she had ever seen. “Wow…thank you, but you both are going to have to help me eat this. This is a ton of food.” She eyed the tray, stabbing a piece of fruit with her fork.

“Good. Asshole here wouldn’t let me order while we were there,” Sandman mumbled.

“And good thing! We wouldn’t have made it back in time if your fat ass would've ate. Plus, eating with Rose is better, don’t you think?” Tonto bickered back.

Sandman grinned. “Yeah. It’s not the same without this hot little waitress delivering our order. Gerald sends his love, baby. I told him you’d be back in…to say hi.”

Rose looked up, not sure what to make of it. “Do I still not get my job back?”

“Nope. I’ll be damned if my woman is busting her ass like that again. If you wanna work, there are plenty of office positions or places at the flower shop you can do or fill in when ever you get bored. Otherwise, I want you close to us, baby.” Sandman’s chauvinistic ways was somewhat enduring. He meant well, and Rose felt blessed. To be honest, the idea of not killing herself working was a dream come true. Granted, she wanted to still have a place, but because she wanted to, not because she had to. Rose smiled at the irony.

“So, I went from being your waitress, to having you bring me breakfast in bed. Wow. You know, in all of my fantasies, that was never an aspect. I like it.” She grinned.

Tonto and Sandman chuckled. “Eat, woman. We expect a big tip after.”

“Oh do you now? Well, I don’t have a hundred dollar bill to leave you, but I think I can come up with something.” She licked her lips teasing them.

“Eat fast,” Tonto growled.

*****

Over the next few weeks, Rose had found herself for the first time in her life. Come to find out, the job her mother had landed was at an Indian smoke shop, or cigarette outlet as it was better known by, and owned by none other than the Savages. She had been moved into a better house and the kids were on track to a better life. Her mother had stayed true to her promise, taking over as the mother of the family. Rose still had the kids often at the clubhouse, but most of the time it was at the request of the guys who all wanted to see them.

Rose worked doing multiple things for the Savages’ businesses, spending her days along side the group of people who had changed her life. Her nights were reserved for her men. She was nowhere ready to start a family despite how much they prodded and hinted, using Matty and Isabella as pawns to show their capabilities as fathers, but she knew when the time was right, they would make the best fathers the world had.

With wedding plans set, Rose gazed across the landscape with a smile. She had the best friends a girl could have, her family back, and the two rough bikers of her dreams. Life was wonderful.

Epilogue

Yo Neg watched as Tonto and Sandman slipped their rings on Raine’s finger in front of the entire west coast MC family. He felt a tug at his heart, and looked around. All of the married brothers attending were holding hands or showing some sort of affection to their ol’ lady, reflecting on their own romance. For such a tough group, they all seemed to turn into sappy little bitches in front of his eyes. What ate at him the most was—he wanted that.

He watched as Heaven stood by Raine's side, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her and then she winked at him. She had made the rounds with some of the guys including him, but unlike with the rats or the other bitches, he never felt satisfied completely after they fucked. He always told himself he wouldn't settle. Yo Neg wanted more. When the bride and grooms kissed and the ceremony was over he started through the crowd to congratulate the newlyweds. Now the real party would start in true club fashion. There would be booze and then the rats would show up in time for the brothers to get some action, him included. Damn, he wished they'd get some fresh meat in, he could use a change. That's what he liked most when they went on runs for the Devil Savages, he got the opportunity to try a different piece on the road.

Yo Neg headed to the bar where Jake was bartending. "How's it going?"

"Going," Jake answered back, handing him a shot of Jack and a beer. He threw back the shot, then grabbed the beer, popping the top, and leaning back on the bar to scan the area.

"Hey, bro, see anything new?" Tonka nodded to Jake as he spoke to Yo Neg, grabbing his own beer and turning back to the crowd.

"Should be about time for the rats to come in, we're going to have to be quick to snag one with all the visiting clubs here. Fuckers should have brought their own snatch with 'em." Yo Neg turned back to Jake asking for another beer when Tonka spoke.

"I'd tap that if I didn't think Sledge would kill me in my sleep. Then again, it might just be worth dying for." Tonka watched as Sledge entered with a woman as fine as they came in his book.

Yo Neg turned back to see who Tonka was talking about when he spotted Sledge and then looked toward the woman who was on his arm. He choked on his beer and Tonka slapped him on his back.

"You okay, bro?"

"What the fuck is she doing here?" His eyes had to being playing tricks on him, there was no way that was her, but as he stared it was as if she sensed him and she turned, looking directly at him with those deep blue eyes that saw everything. He was having trouble breathing and the bitch had the nerve to smirk at him. He furrowed his brows and glared back.

"Bro, Sledge catches you eyeballing his baby sister and he is going to gut you. You know that right?" He could feel Tonka's eyes on him but he couldn't turn away from her.

"Did I hear you say she is Sledge's sister?"

"Yep, his baby sister. That is why he's late getting here. He had to pick her up at the airport. She just graduated and is spending a few months with Sledge until she goes back to live with his other sister and looks for a job." Tonka was looking at his brother, feeling as if he was missing something. "Why?"

"Remember the girl a few months back I told you about from the run I made."

"Yeah," Tonka answered not liking where this was going.

"It was her," Yo Neg said, breaking the link and facing his friend and brother.

"Sledge, is going to fucking kill you."

"Won't argue that possibility. ‘Might be worth dying for, brother’, is what you said. Well, I know it is," Yo Neg said as he started walking toward the woman, taking long strides toward his future or his death.

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Excerpt from Sharing Freedom

Ops Warriors MC Book One

By Harley McRide

“F***,” Poke said and shifted a little as he watched Shady dance. “After the meeting I need some p****.”

“Shit, you always need some p****,” Easy said and lifted the beer to his lips. Although he felt the same way, they hadn’t f***ed a woman for two days, and he needed a release in a bad way.

“What club rat works tonight?” Poke asked Shady when she bent down to show them her tits.

“Everyone,” Shady laughed and licked her lips slowly as she moved seductively in front of them.

“Make sure they know Easy and I need our c***s taken care of,” Poke said and reached up and pinched her nipple hard. Shady moaned and nodded.

Ted ‘Maxi’ Coul walked up to the table. He stared at the stripper across the room from them and frowned. “Where’d the new w***e come from?” he asked.

Poke leaned around so he could see the other woman and he grinned. “Creed hired her. She came in last night.”

“Well f***, we are gonna lose money on that piece of ass, she won’t get a rise out of any pricks,” Maxi said and the men laughed.

The woman was obviously a novice, the one thing she had going for her was her long, red, curly hair and voluptuous body to distract men from her dancing. Even from where they were sitting they could see her bright green eyes, shit they were sexy. Easy frowned as he noticed the woman for the first time. She didn’t look like she belonged here. Even though she was smoking hot, her movements weren’t smooth, but it didn't keep his c*** from going hard even as he watched the chick move like a freak.

“Damn,” Easy said and shook his head. Poke looked at his usually quiet friend and raised his eyebrows. Easy got his name for never saying much, he was quiet, but deadly, when he struck, most never saw it coming. The scars on his face and body showed that if pushed, things could get ugly with the huge f***er.

“What?” Poke said and grabbed the beer in front of him and took a long pull after releasing Shady’s nipple.

“How are you supposed to get a hard-on watching that? A bitch should have us beggin’ for a f***ing taste, watching her makes me check to make sure my d*** is still f***ing alive,” Maxi grumbled.

“She has great tits, hell, I am getting hard looking at her,” Poke shrugged.

“What the f*** is wrong with you, she looks like she is having a seizure,” Easy argued even as he adjusted in his seat.
Damn, he was hard himself, yeah, he definitely needed to shoot his load.
“Besides, you get f***ing hard when the damn wind blows.”

“Come on, who cares how she dances, she looks like she could f*** like a champ,” Poke said.

Easy rolled his eyes, of course his best friend would say that. He got his road name Poke because he would poke any woman he could. He was a man-whore and proud of it. Easy was one of the few that knew his mother was a whore, it explained a few things, which is why they worked so well together when it came to women. Easy didn’t show much emotion, and Poke faked a lot of it. They were the perfect match.

Like the rest of them who served in the military and had been in war zones—it changed them. They couldn’t follow normal rules, when they were in combat a certain mindset came into play, it was all about justice to these men. They had seen, more often than not, shit that wasn’t right, but the laws had hampered them. They had gotten in trouble the one time they had intervened when a group of militants was raping a young girl on the side of the road. The Warriors believed in delivering their own justice, what was right was right. Which is why the Ops Warriors MC was feared and respected. People knew not to cross them, if they did, they had better be able to deal with the consequences.

“Hey,” Poke laughed and said, “p**** is p****, and as long as I don’t have to put a bag over her head it is
all
good.”

“Prick,” Easy laughed and the men stood. Maxi groaned when Candy, the woman who belonged to the club and an experienced dancer, came to take the new chick’s place.

“Damn, Candy is coming. Shit, I swear I can see her juice from here,” Maxi said, running his hand over the crotch of his pants and adjusting himself.

Excerpt from Jen’s Journey

Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book Three

By Avery Gale

Jen sat on the cold stone floor beneath the embassy and fumed.
Fucking ass wads. I paid a lot of money for this outfit and sitting on this moldy floor is not helpful. And what the hell is their issue with me anyway?
It had been obvious from the time the embassy had been stormed the men had known exactly who she was. Even though she had refused to acknowledge their repeated inquiries. In her opinion if they were too dimwitted to read the State Department identification card clipped to the lanyard around her neck, then they could go jump. It had been difficult to pretend she didn’t understand Spanish, but for once her finely honed skills as a ditsy blonde had paid off.

As a teenager, Jen had always struggled to fit in because she’d been shuttled between the various accelerated programs in different schools and had rarely been with anyone her own age. Her Mensa level IQ hadn’t been discovered until her freshman year of high school, after that her social circle had essentially dwindled to her instructors and her foster mother. The stab of pain that went through her heart whenever she thought about Millie Sinclair almost made her double over. Being moved into Millie’s home had been the biggest blessing Jen could have ever asked for. And when the sweet woman had died suddenly a couple of months before Jen turned eighteen, the only thing that had kept her from being turned over to yet another state agency had been Bill and Carol McDonald’s intervention.

Jen had been hired as a liaison of sorts for their daughter, Elza. The freshman girl had been struggling to adapt to college life because she was deaf and just negotiating the administrative system alone was difficult when none of the college staff signed. She and Elza shared an advisor and the young professor knew Jen was proficient in American Sign Language so it had been an easy match. What had been a surprise to everyone was what a godsend that pairing would turn into.

Elza was one of the sweetest people Jen had ever met and they’d bonded almost from the first moment they met. And even though her parents were wealthy beyond Jen’s comprehension, Elza had never been a diva or difficult to work with. The first time Jen had visited the McDonald Mansion outside of Austin she’d been so nervous she’d nearly turned around and headed back down the long drive to the iron-gated entrance without even slowing down. Elza had bounded down the enormous front staircase, her smile as wide as Jen had ever seen, her hands signing so fast Jen hadn’t even been able to keep up with her enthusiastic friend.

Pulling her legs up so she could rest her head on her arms, Jen turned her face from the men who sat staring at her from across the room. They’d released a few of the hostages when several had pointed out they were actually locals who didn’t deserve to be caught up in whatever issues the intruders had with the American staff. Jen had been scheduled to leave La Paz first thing in the morning and now the decision to stay an extra day and help the Ambassador with his special project seemed a little too coincidental for her liking.
If that twiddle-dicked midget sold me out I swear I’ll kick his ass, tie him up in some of those fancy-assed knots the McCall brothers used on me, and drop his worthless self into Lake Titicaca.
Jen snorted to herself, how fitting that a dweeb should land in a body of water named after words Americans associated with boobs and crap.