Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) (8 page)

Fury MC has stayed away. Paul Watson moved to Florida, and we haven’t heard a thing from him or his uncle’s group. That doesn’t mean we let our guard down.

There are more clubs out there than the men of Fury, and Haywood’s Landing is a good place to use as a go-through.

We should know.

Not only are we getting our own piece of the transports, but we have a little spot out in the Croatan forest where we have a little Mary Jane business growing. A little bud ain’t going to hurt anyone. The government just wants to control it. Well, they get enough tax money, and I won’t be giving them any more.

The risks are high, but the rewards are there. We have built this from the ground up, and we are making it work, not only for ourselves but our town.

“When it all falls apart around you, whoever is still with you will be with you always. Trust, believe, and give your all to those who don’t walk away when the going gets tough. Life is always going to test you. It’s how you overcome your failures, your losses, and how you face the next day that defines you.”

~Roundman~

Ass and Sass

The double-wide in the middle of a field is my little piece of heaven. The woman inside is an angel and a true gift. My job is unpredictable and keeps me gone more than I’m home. With grace and strength, Mary Alice holds down the home fires while I chase a dollar down the highway.

She’s a good woman. The best.

She’s also all I know. We’ve been together since forever, and even though I was slow to make an honest woman out of her, she’s mine, and she’s my wife.

She’s also pregnant. Very pregnant. And my sweet, calm Mary Alice disappeared the same day she found out, it seems. Rocky says it’s the hormones, and once she has the baby, things will go back to the way they were. According to him, I need to take the high road and understand everything I do is wrong. This is not easy for a man like me, which is probably why I feel the way I do right this moment.

I’m sitting in the front yard on my Harley, wondering what tonight will bring before I walk inside.

Last night, I epically fucked up. When Mary Alice asked me to take her to the Dairy Queen for a hot dog, I should have done it. Instead, I let the pregnant woman waddle her way out to her Chevrolet Corvair, get in, and drive off in search of her hot dog.

Only, the car broke down, leaving a very pregnant Mary Alice on the side of the road in the July heat, waiting for someone to come along to help her.

I suppose, when it had been over an hour, I should have gotten up and gone to look for her. After all, we normally don’t let anyone in our group travel alone. It’s just all these crazy cravings and mood swings are too much for me to handle. The more she changes, the more I find ways to stay away.

I’ve been an ass. I don’t deserve her, yet she’s still inside the house we share, waiting on me.

Getting off my bike, I open the saddlebag and get the bundle of flowers I stopped off for then make my way inside.

The smell of food cooking hits me as soon as I step inside.

“Mary Alice,” I call out, taking off my boots at the front door.

No reply.

I don’t find Mary Alice in the kitchen or living room. When I head to the baby’s room, I don’t see anything out of place, and I also don’t see my wife.

Peeking my head into the guest room, still no sign of Mary.

“Mary Alice!” I yell as I make my way to our bedroom, to which I get no reply.

The bathroom door is closed, but that doesn’t stop me since she won’t answer.

I hear her crying as I turn the knob to find the door is locked. Adding force, I easily break the knob to enter just as she jumps and turns around.

Before I can speak to find out what’s wrong, she turns back to face the toilet, leans over, and hurls.

Dropping the flowers in my hand, I quickly move to stand behind her and hold her hair back.

“Baby, I’m sorry. What can I do?” I ask as she heaves and I try to rub circles on her shoulders with my free hand.

“Cut your dick off,” she says as she continues to vomit.

My balls automatically draw up at the thought.

“Dinner smells delicious,” I compliment her, only for her to raise a middle finger over her shoulder as her head stays in the toilet.

“Horseradish sauce over the roast,” she chokes out. “That cookbook my mother gave me as a wedding present said to use that.”

“Ummm, sounds spicy,” I reply, not sure what to say.

“The smells—oh, all day the smell. I haven’t even kept water down.”

Grabbing a hair tie from the countertop, I fumble to get her hair snug behind her. Once secured, I drop to my knees behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry, Mary Alice.”

“No more kids,” she mutters as she seems to settle down. “This is all you get.”

If I had known pregnancy would be this hard on her, I would have been okay to not have any. She’s been miserable and happy all wrapped in one.

Standing, I get her a cup of water to rinse her mouth, which she does before flushing the toilet. Then I leave her to clean up privately, listening to her brushing her teeth as I walk out of the room. I can only hope turning off the dinner will help the smell pass so she won’t continue to be sick.

In the kitchen, I butter some bread to go with the roast she made as well as make some toast for her. After grabbing a cold glass of water, I then plate the toast and take it into our bedroom.

“I can’t eat with you tonight, Rhett,” she groans out as she looks up from the bed. Her hands rest on her round belly. I see the puffiness in her eyes from crying through her times of sickness today.

“It’s okay, baby. You didn’t have to cook. I told you to take it easy.”

“Promise me, Rhett. No more babies. I love you, and I love our baby, but I can’t do this again,” she pleads.

“If that’s what you want,” I concede. Hell, I would promise her the world if I could ease her burden right now and have my wife back.

After I set the toast on the nightstand beside her, she smacks my arm. “Are you blind? I can’t eat that!”

“I thought—” I stammer. “I thought the doctor said eat toast.”

“Have you seen my ass since I got pregnant?”

Smiling, I respond, “Sure have.”

She smacks my arm again, letting me know she doesn’t agree with my pleasure.

“Baby, you got ass and curves, and I love it. I can’t help it if you turn me on.”

She blinks. “I still turn you on?” The tears fall from her face.

I sit on the bed beside her. Reaching out, using the pad of my thumbs, I wipe the liquid from under her eyes. “You have always been the sexiest woman alive to me. Now you have these curves, and I look at you and know it’s my seed growing inside you. Baby, nothing could be hotter. The way you love me keeps my dick hard.” I lean over her and trail kisses on her chin. “Always hard for you.”

“You,” she whispers, “haven’t been home as much.”

“I’m an ass. God, I’m an ass.” I press my lips to hers and taste the salt of her tears along with the mint of toothpaste. “Along with that ass has come a whole lot of sass. It’s not you, baby,” I say each word against her lips. “I just feel helpless, and you are miserable.”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here, and I promise you no more running away. I’m with you every step of the way. No more horseradish smells making you sick without me here to hold your hair.”

She laughs and I kiss her, taking the opportunity to slip my tongue inside and find hers. She brings her hands up to my hair and tugs as I deepen the kiss.

“Need to feel you,” she says, pulling away to catch her breath.

After pulling off my shirt, I throw it to the side as I stand to remove my pants and socks. She slides her pants and panties off as I walk to the other side of the bed to climb in. Sliding her shirt over her belly, I kiss each side of it as I feel the telltale thump of our child kicking her.

“Daddy’s gonna give momma some lovin’, little one. Go to sleep,” I whisper to her belly, making Mary Alice laugh.

She sits up so I can take her shirt off, and then I unhook her bra. When her ample breasts fall out in front of me, I nibble before sucking her nipple in deep, and she moans in pleasure. I then slide my hand between her legs. My fingers find her heat dripping wet as I slip two right in, and she cries out for more.

As she clenches around my digits, I pull out and roll her to her side, settling in behind her. With one hand under her and tweaking her nipple, I use my other hand to lift her leg before guiding my rock hard dick into her from behind. She pushes her hips back as her inner muscles tighten and release around me while I fight the urge to release.

I bite at her neck and suck as I find her clit with my hand. I begin teasing, circling, and then pressing the bud as I slide in and out with her back to my chest, causing me to hit her spot with every thrust, making her whole body tremble as her orgasm overtakes her. Riding through the aftershocks, I find my own release.

Dinner forgotten, toast forgotten, everything comes together as I hold my woman in my arms, both of us completely satisfied.

A Doll