A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) (17 page)

Gripping my hips hard, the muscles in his neck strain and a vein pops out as he shatters beneath me. Knowing that I made him cum so hard is enough to push me over the edge as his fingers rub against my clit.

Collapsing on his chest, his arms circle me, rubbing my back and moving my hair to my shoulder.

“God I love you,” I say breathlessly.

His lips find mine, owning me completely. Patrick ‘Mute’ Hanes owns me, all of me, now and forever. I may be young, but I just know I will spend the rest of my life, loving him. I was made to love him; he was made to love me.

We both carry the sins of our fathers but we carry the weight of them together. Neither of us had the best of mothers either, but we have each other. Our scars may be ugly to others. My wrists are marked with my pain, Patrick’s face and his hands will never fully recover from the fire, but our scars remind us of who we are and where we are going.

I don’t know exactly where that is yet, but I know wherever it is we will go there together. A beautiful broken girl, and a beautiful scarred man, we’re two wounded souls coming together to make one healed heart.

23

3 years later

Christa

It’s been three years, one month, and five days since Kurt was sentenced to five years in prison.  Once a month, I make the four-hour drive to see him for thirty minutes. He has a parole hearing coming up soon, I have everything crossed that my prayers will be answered and my love will come home to me. Our daughter, Kenadee, doesn’t know what it’s like to be held by him, to be loved by him. She was born after he was already sentenced. Not having him by my side during the birth was devastating. He doesn’t want me bringing her to visitation. He said seeing me and not getting to touch me is hard enough. The prison he’s been in doesn’t allow conjugal visits.

I never thought I’d be in love with a man who is behind bars, but he killed a man to protect me. How could I ever condemn him for saving me? His club has been good to me. Tread makes sure my girl and me never want for anything. At first I wouldn’t accept his help, I’m stubborn in that way. But with no family on my side, other than JT, I eventually gave in. His wife, Liberty, is a sweetheart too. I get together with her and Truth’s top bitch, Amy, at least once a week for girl time.

Those two are a riot. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like them to be honest, there are some rumors about their marriages being open. As in they share their men. While others say they all get it on. They don’t mention anything and I sure as
hell
am not bringing it up. Liberty is pregnant right now and emotional enough as it is.

They are supposed to be over later tonight. Liberty is bringing Kyler over and Amy is bringing her twins, Timmy and Tommy.

Going home to my Gram's was hard but when she recovered from her fall and was released from the hospital, I knew I had to take care of her. She passed on last year, leaving the house to me and JT. I thought about selling the house, but after all we went through to keep it, after the shit with Perry, and Kurt going to prison, there's no way I could.

JT knows he always has a home here and that half this house belongs to him. He says he doesn’t want the house or any money for his half. In his eyes this is my home. He has his own, living next to his half-brother, Rebel. I’m so glad he found his way to Kimmie. They’ve had their ups and downs as all couples do, but she’s good for him.

I check in on Kenadee one more time as she naps before the gang gets here. She’s curled up under her Tinkerbell blanket. I love watching her sleep. Sometimes she smiles and it reminds me of her father and the love that we have shared.

I want him home desperately, but I’m nervous.

If and when he’s released, I don’t know how he will adjust to coming home a married man and a father. We were only married a matter of minutes before he began serving his time. He’s had three years to get used to the idea, but he’s not been here. He doesn’t know how hard it's been for me, but I guess on the flipside I have no clue what life’s been like for him.

Of course we talk and I tell him about the good things. Like our daughter’s first words, when she took her first steps...when she said
dada
the first time and I cried for two weeks straight.

No, it hasn’t been easy, but life never is.

Going to the kitchen I smile every time I see Gram’s spoon hanging on the wall. It may sound crazy, but sometimes I talk to her, as if she lives on inside these walls. It makes me feel not so alone all the time.

A knock sounds at the front door as I’m getting the cookies out of the oven. “It's open,” I call out expecting the boys to come running in. I don’t hear anything after the door opens and clicks shut. If it were the girls or JT, they’d announce themselves.

Fear spikes in my gut as I go for the bat JT makes me keep by the fridge.

I clear my throat and say loudly, “Is someone there?”

No answer.

Creeping to the doorway that leads to the hall, I peer around to see the silhouette of a man standing in my daughter's bedroom doorway.

I don’t think, I don’t process anything but the need to protect my daughter. I tiptoe down the hall, sneaking up on him. I go to crack him over the head when a tattoo on his neck stops me dead in my tracks. I drop the bat with a
thump.
The man spins around. "
Kurt!
" I cry out as his eyes meet mine.

I didn't know him with his hair all cut off. Last time I saw him it was past his shoulders.

I smack his chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He doesn’t even respond. Those strong arms I have been missing every night grab me and pull me in as his mouth crashes against mine, consuming my every thought.

My panties have disintegrated as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. He walks me backward from the way I came, taking me to the living room, and laying me on the couch.

He’s on me, our clothes are flying in every direction in the heat of the moment. Nothing else registers as my husband makes love to me for all of two minutes. In his defense it’s been years, and I am so damn happy to have him home that I don’t even care.

“Sorry Buttercup,” he says with a sheepish smile, buttoning his jeans.

As I’m sliding my panties up over my knees the front door opens with Liberty, Amy, and their boys staring at my overgrown vagina. I’ve not been shaving with Kurt gone.

I could just fall to the floor and die right now.

Amy covers the twin’s eyes and Kyler looks away laughing so hard his face is as red as a beet.

I finish getting my panties up and run to the bathroom to cry.

A minute later, Kurt is knocking at the door. “Your friends said they’d call back in a few days. They figure we can use the alone time.” I can hear the chuckle under his breath even though he’s trying to muffle the sound.

“Who you?” I hear Kenadee squeak.

My tears fall even harder as I open the door and see her daddy down on his knees holding his arms open as he tells her, “I'm your daddy princess.”

Her grey eyes mirroring his are wide with shock. I hadn't talked to her about his coming home. I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up, only to be crushed if he didn’t make parole.

“Hi daddy,” she coos, going straight to his arms.

Kurt’s large tattooed knuckles cup the back of her brown hair as he cries, hugging her to his chest.

“No cry,” she says.

“Daddy’s just so happy baby girl,” he croaks.

I go down on my knees hugging him from behind and we stay that way for minutes, maybe hours, I can’t be sure. All I know is my family is
finally
together.

For the first time in years, this house
finally
feels like a home again.

24

Kurt

My days have been long and every minute I was away from my family, I died a little on the inside. But I can’t take any of it back and wouldn’t. I’d do it all again for her—for Christa and our daughter, Kenadee. They are both so beautiful. I never knew a love like ours could exist in this fucked up world.  I never knew what real love was until I saw a picture of my baby girl.
Hell,
she isn’t a baby anymore, she’s two.

I’m sitting on the living room floor playing dolls with my princess. Well, she just wants to take their clothes off, but whatever she wants to do I am happy just to watch. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s
beautiful
. The perfect mix of her mother and me.

Kenadee has my grey eyes and her mother's unruly curls.

“Time for your bath sweet pea,” Christa says, scooping her up from the floor.

“Let me,” I tell her, not wanting to miss another moment. I’ve missed out on enough.

“You sure?” My wife questions, and I try not to let it piss me off. She’s gotten to experience it all. I’m home now, and I’m ready to step up and be the best damn father and husband.

“Yeah babe, I need to do my part. You’ve been on your own for three years, but no more. I’m here now.
I got you
.”

Her smile strokes my wounded ego.

I push my pride aside and admit I need help. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I don’t know anything about taking care of a little girl, but I’ll learn. 

Kenadee splashes half the water out on the floor by the time I get her hair washed.

Christa wraps her up in her towel, while I dry the floor.

Then we take her to her room and I lay in her bed, reading the
My Goodnight
book to her until she falls asleep, as Christa watches us from the doorway.

I just want to watch my princess sleep, but I know another woman who is in desperate need of my attention and affection too.

Kissing my baby girl on her forehead one more time, I turn out the lamp and shut her door, leaving it cracked open a little.

In search of my wife, I find her in the kitchen, downing a shot with shaky hands.

“You all right?”

She wipes the liquor from her lips with the back of her hand. I forget that she’s had three years to change. Even with our visits, I don’t know my wife at all.

She doesn’t know the man I became while I was doing time. I feel on guard at all times, waiting for someone to make a move on me. When she crept up on me in the hall, I already knew she was standing there before I turned around. I am always aware of my surroundings. I did smile to myself, hearing the bat she was going to attack me with hit the floor. I'm glad she had it with her, especially after what happened with Perry.

“It’s been an emotional day,” she says with a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“That it has,” I agree crossing the room to her. I have to chuckle when I see that damn spoon hanging on the wall. I miss that crazy old bird. I wish Gram could be here with us today. She was a nutty coot, but she loved Christa so much.

I take the spoon from the wall and smack it across my palm. Christa nearly jumps out of her panties.

“Just
what
do you plan on doing with that?” She eyes the spoon with a devious smirk.

“I can think of a few things.” I grin moving closer to her.

“Care to share what those
things
are?”

“Nope, but I’ll show ya,” I tell her.

Without warning I jerk her pants down and bare her bottom, bending her over the kitchen table.

“
Kurt!
” She says my name in a raspy laugh.

“Shhh, be still baby,” I growl.

When she stops squirming around I go for it, spanking her ass with the spoon a few times, growing hard at the faint red lines glowing on her cheeks.

Tossing the spoon aside I go down behind her and spread her open. Rubbing my fingers over her pussy, I find it’s fucking soaked for me.

“You loved me spanking your ass, didn’t you,” I grit pumping my fingers in her slick heat.

“No,” she lies, wiggling against my palm.

I bite her on the ass cheek hard. “Don’t fucking lie. Tell me how much you liked it. Tell me how much you missed my cock and how badly you want it.”

“I missed you more than you’ll ever know. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, and I loved you spanking my ass, Kurt.”

My cock nearly jumps out of my jeans as I undo the button and unzip myself. 

I slam into that pussy that curves to my dick and I feel at peace.

Tomorrow I will have to check in with my club and get back to business, but tonight I will make up for lost time by fucking my wife until she goes blind.

I pump in and out, relishing in the moans of pleasure coming from Christa's sweet mouth. I’m about to cum when an eerie feeling of being watched washes over me. Chill bumps breakout over my skin. I could swear I hear Gram’s voice saying, “Hope you’re planting a baby in her womb. I gave you my spoon.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, why did you stop, I’m so close babe.”

I shake my head. Prison has made me fucking crazy.

I glide in and out as Christa tenses beneath me clenching that pussy around my dick, and I explode, my cum jetting inside her.

I smile.

Yeah Gram, I’m planting babies.