Biker Faith (8 page)

I don’t
know whether I believe him on either account. I think it’s likely he was the one who put the explosives in place and I doubt I’ll ever know if he would have gone through with it or not if he knew I was there.

We mutually agreed
it was the end of that conversation as he sits just as quietly as me, content to be outside without anyone around us. Transfixed with the sway of the trees in the light wind and the soft ripples through the water, I daydream about my new place again. I think I’d like it by the water, there’s something relaxing about being here.

After a while he asks me all sorts of questions, I sit answering each question on what music I like, apparently my music tastes suck compared to his. I’m more soul and country while he loves heavy metal and rock. I was surprised to find out he re
ads too. He is more of a horror fan where as I like the romances with the happy-ever-afters. He likes the action movies and I like the chick flicks as he calls them. The more we talk, the more we find out we have nothing in common but I still feel an attraction to him. Unless I’m reading into things wrong, I think he feels the same about me.

We had been talking so intently, neither of us had noticed the sun going down
until his cell rang. It’s not technically eavesdropping on his call but I could still hear him as he walked off to talk. By the sounds of it, he was being checked up on and he didn’t like it. He agreed to something and hung up.

“Time to go?” I asked as he walked back to me.

“Afraid so.”

“It’s getting cold out anyway
,” I say, making my way to my feet.

I take one last look around at our surroundings and find they are still as beautiful during sun set, a wash of different colours. Simply beautiful.

“I can bring you back again sometime, if you like?” he shrugs.

“I’d like that
,” I smile.

“Especially if you wrap your legs around me like you did on the way here
,” he says, suggestively.

At the beginning of this week I would have
found this flirting humiliating but after spending time with him today, genuinely talking and laughing, I find myself laughing out loud.

I climb on his bike behind him and intentionally give my legs an extra squeeze around him.

I feel his back vibrating from laughter, then I feel myself vibrating from the engine in a good way…definitely in a good way.

Chapter Eight

Bonnie...

I know I should be gone now. I’ve felt physically the best I’ve ever felt in years and the only marks I bear now are the scars I’ll never be rid of. So I ask myself again, why am I still here? It’s the same answer every time…Sparky. Since he took me to the lake a couple of weeks ago, something has definitely changed between us. When he stays in his room with me, I feel he wants to, not because Cas is making him. I don’t know how Cas feels about me still being at the club because I don’t see him much, but I do remember how adamant he was that I had to leave when I was stronger. As ever, Alannah is more than happy I’m around. She truly is my best friend and however much I find I’m not welcome by the others, she makes up for that on her own.

I know I’m
getting too used to being here and somehow we have fell into a routine. Each day begins with us waking up in each other’s arms. Obviously even in my sleep I still want him because I certainly don’t go near him when I’m awake. He goes off and gets us breakfast while I shower and then we eat while a movie is playing on his TV, which I didn’t know was in here until he removed a tee shirt covering it in the corner. He learned quickly I wouldn’t want to leave his room unless we were going to the lakes so we have spent an awful lot of time there, it’s like it is our world. Twice he has dragged me to the bar, but I’m too self-conscious to stay long. They still stare at me like I’m from outer space or something and it’s easier to stay out of sight. Sly touches and brushing past one another has become more frequent too, trying to fall asleep in the same bed as him sends me into fucking overdrive, I’m surprised he can’t feel my need for him a mile off. I hate to think what it is going to be like sleeping on my own when I eventually leave. I’m not stupid, I know I’ll be going soon.

Sparky left a short while ago to attend church and soon after Alannah came in and sat with me.

“Off to the lakes again?” she asks, noticing the warm clothes I’m laying out.

“Yeah, I love it there
.”

“I’ve got to say, I don’t know who has
changed more, you or Sparky?” she states, making herself comfortable on the couch.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you are still here even though you could have left a week ago. You’re stronger not just physically but emotionally. I’ve never seen you like this, you know smiling and happy. I like it,” she smiles kindly.

I
like the new happy me too. I smile and sit beside her.

“How has Sparky changed?” I ask
, intrigued what she has seen that I haven’t.

“I don’t know if you noticed but at college he was
dying to get in your panties?” she laughed.

I nod.
I did notice but I never had the confidence to speak to him, let alone let him in my panties.

“Since you’ve been here, I don’t know, he’s different with you. Sparky is very much a ladies man and from what I’ve seen, you’re the only lady I see him with. He missed last Saturday’s party and didn’t moan about it or get me to sit with you while he went
.”

I snort with laughter, “Me, I’m hardly a lady
.”

We burst into giggles and carry on gossiping until she has to leave. Between Alannah and Sparky, I don’t know who I am going to miss more.

Sparky told me to be ready for when church finishes and we can go to the lakes again. The length of their meetings vary in time so I decide to shower and then read until he comes back.

If Alannah has seen a change in him, maybe what I’m feeling isn’t one way? I pluck one of the razors I brought the other week out of the packet and take it in the shower with me, best to be prepared in c
ase something does happen between us. Well, a girl can hope.

Then doubt creeps in again like the black plague. Alannah sai
d he was very much a ladies man. I’ve been here a few weeks, what if he hasn’t been going without? This lifestyle doesn’t fool me, just because you have the ring on your finger doesn’t mean the man who put it there is faithful. Also, me and Sparky aren’t anything, we haven’t even kissed. If he’s been with one woman or ten, I have no right to feel anything about it. Forcing myself to think of something different, I carry on showering and hope tonight is the night that Sparky uses his muscles on me. For the first time in my life, sex is something I crave and need not something I dread and fear.

Sparky...

Bonnie’s confidence is growing every day, and it only makes me want her more. I figured she would be long gone by now but she’s still here. She was adamant once she was better, she would leave. Her bruises are virtually gone now and she moves fluidly, not
like someone in pain. Yet I am still waking up to her snuggled against me every morning. I told her after church I would take her to the lakes again. It has become her sanctuary. Her whole body relaxes while she is there and I relax along with her. Slowly getting to know her I find she is funny as well as beautiful. Sometimes when she isn’t sure of herself, I put it down to her past that she still won’t tell me about and move on.

I know she will go soon but
we both know she can’t stay held up in my room. But for the moment I am happy this way. As all of my time has been spent with Bonnie I haven’t been on any runs lately and I haven’t been involved in any of the rebuilding of relations with the Devils Bastards. Listening to the talk now at the table, the meet Oak set up last week didn’t go down well. They took Cas’s and my no show as disrespect and refused to do business.

“We need them to agree. I
f it takes my presence to remind them who is the superior club so be it. Oak, set up another meet. Same place, same time and then we’ll show them why they don’t want to keep fuckin’ us around. I want you with us as well Sparky,” Cas said.

“Sure
.”

I’m already arranging for Alannah to keep Bonnie
company while I’m gone when Cas speaks up again.

“
Okay, Bonnie has been here a while now, she’s fully healed according to Lana. Do you disagree?” he asks me.

“She’s good now
,” I say, not liking where this is going.

“Good, then I think it’s time she went. We haven’t heard a fuckin’ peep from her brother, maybe what she heard was all talk. A little boy tryin
g to fill his father’s boots?” he says.

Heads around the table nod in agreement.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, waiting for the backlash they’re going to throw at me.

“Spark
s, we haven’t heard nothing. If Joe has started a war then he hasn’t brought it to our door. Maybe you and Lana were right, she only wanted to warn us, and protection to heal.”

“What if they want us feel safe, bide their time and catch us off guard? If we pitch her out, they’ll take it as we think she is safe and so are we
.”

And here comes their taunts of my defending her.

“You just want constant fuckin’ pussy on lockdown in ya room,” Oak roars with laughter.

“It’s
not like that,” I defend myself, and immediately wish I hadn’t.

“Oh, so you’re not fuckin’ her then?” Slade puts in.

Whether I answer a truthful no or lie and say I am, it doesn’t help my case.

“No wonder the bitch has got
ya acting crazy, ya balls must ache.”

With that, the whole table erupt
s with laughter at my expense. I’m beginning to lose my patience with these fuckers and roll my neck.

Cas
is the first to notice and brings order to the table again.

“I’ll admit she hasn’t brought trouble to the club yet and she keeps Lana off my
back while I’m out on business. For the sake of my brother and his aching balls here…” he laughs as I scowl at him. “If everyone agrees, she can stay a while longer, but if everything remains quiet then she’s gone in a month. I’m not saying she has to leave town just the clubhouse. Of course, she might not want to stay, it’s not like your cock is gonna make her stick around,” he finishes, whilst the table is once again laughing at me.

He bangs the gavel down and I’m out of the room in seconds
… it’s official, I’m a laughing stock.

I’ll grab Bonnie and get the hell out of here for a while. I can still hear their laughter as they pour out of th
e back room as I head to mine. When I open my door their laughter fades away instantly. I hear nothing, all I see is Bonnie in her underwear getting ready to dress. Usually this would be heaven to me, but it’s not her ass or tits that have me unable to move a muscle. Her back is covered in many thin, white lines. When she jumps at my arrival, I see her whole torso is also covered in the same thin, white lines. Scars. My mind briefly remembers the doc telling us about scars the first night she turned up here. She always been careful to dress in the bathroom and now I know why.

None of the scars particularly look deep or thick but there is so many of them. What the fuck happened to her? Once she’s over the shock, she quickly continues dressing and then begins to shove her things into bags she’s been accumulating ready for her departure.

I still can’t move.

“I’m
gonna go,” she stutters. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she adds.

She is embarrassed and angry.
I want to tell her she doesn’t need to be but nothing comes out.

I want to find out who done this
to her so I can find them and kill them. All this time everyone has doubted her. There is not one spec of doubt in me she has only been here to relish in the safety of our club.

“I’ll have to come back for the rest
,” she says, holding onto a few of her bags.

She’s ready to go and I’m not
about to let that happen.

I step back into the doorway to stop her.

“Please move,” she whispers, keeping her head down.

“Don’t run, stay
,” I say, barely able to speak.

“Stay for what?”

“For me.”

She gasps when she hears my words and frowns.

“Why would you want me? You just saw what I look like without clothes on, I’m hideous,” she cries.

If s
he took my earlier silence for repulsion, she couldn’t be more fucking wrong. Nothing I say she is going to believe. I’m going to have to show her.

I reach behind me and close the door, locking it too. I take the bags from her a
nd throw them back on the couch ‘cos she sure as fuck will be unpacking them later.

“You couldn’t be further from
being hideous to me,” I tell her, pushing her hair back off her face and gripping her chin. With nowhere else to look apart from at me, she closes her eyes causing tears to release as she does.

“Look at me Bon
.”

I wait for her to open her eyes before I speak.

“Will you let me show you how fuckin’ beautiful I know you are?”

I can’t decipher what the hell is going through my head
, so hers must be in super overdrive. I can see it in her eyes, she is searching for something in me, trying to work out if I’m serious. It hurts me that she feels like this.

“Bon?”

“Show me,” she whispers, and that’s all I need from her before I claim her lips and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist.

A passion I suspected she had buried deep within came to fire and she was kissing me back with everything she has. Moving towards to the bed, I lowered her down and got rid of my cut and tee. Her sharp intake of breath at the sight of my chest had me rock hard. Quickly ridding myself of
my jeans I lowered myself over her and claimed her lips again. Pushing my erection against her had her grinding against it harder. I was able to pull off her shorts leaving the pink lace panties she wore in place. When it came to removing her top, she froze beneath me.

“Don’t be afraid to let me s
ee them, they don’t make me want you any less,” I assured her.

She was debating internally…
run or stay, run or stay. I could see it in her eyes. Thankfully she chose stay and pulled her top up and over her head, throwing it to the floor.

As it was, I hardly noticed the scars. Her tits w
ere perfect, her skin soft…her  wandering hands working as she pulled my cock free. Her scars couldn’t be any less of an issue to me, she is fucking perfect beneath me.

Using one hand to slide her underwear down, she brought her knee up to help get them off. Cupping her pussy, her wetness nearly had me blowing over her stomach. There was no time for foreplay right now, app
arently Bonnie thought the same. She held my cock to her entrance and rubbed it in her wetness.

“Please
,” she whispered.

I took over her
hand and slowly eased into her. She was so tight it felt like my cock was suffocating inside her. And just as I imagined, her back arched and she gasped as I slid fully into her. Withdrawing and repeating for a few strokes felt too good. Whether I go slow or fast, I’m not going to last much longer.