Renegade Reject (8 page)

“Lula’s a fuckin’ bitch.  Do you really think that she would give Maker freedom?”

I shake my head.  “Not if she thought that’s what he wanted.”

“Damn right, she wouldn’t.” He takes another drink, and then turns to look me in the eyes.  “After she came up pregnant, we made the rule of no underage girls.  I agree with you that a month doesn’t make a difference, but if you give a shit about my girl, you’ll wait that month.”

Fuck!  Doesn’t he realize how long a damn month is?  I haven’t been this long without pussy since I got out of prison.  By the time I get inside her, I’m gonna be ready to explode.  Realizing that thinking about Daisy is just making my dick harder, I turn toward the prospect.  “Another beer, and keep the shots coming.”

After a few more drinks, I drunkenly stumble to my room. As I walk down the hallway, I see Leah standing near the door to my room.  The bitch is ready; her shirt is pulled down to show off her tits, and her skirts pulled up just far enough so that I can see her bald pussy.  Fuck!  I need to take a cold shower before I do something I’m going to regret.

Walking past her, I head straight into my room, slamming the door behind me.  Pulling off my clothes, I walk to the bathroom and step into the cold shower. Holt’s words run through my mind, and seeing the wisdom in his advice, I reach down and grab my cock.  I haven’t used my hand since prison, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Fuck, it’s like I’m a horny teenager all over again.

Slowly, I stroke myself while I picture Daisy in my head. She’s so fuckin’ innocent. I doubt she’s ever seen a cock, much less touched one.  I can’t wait to show her, to teach her, how to please me. I know it’s selfish, since I’ve had my share of pussy, but I love knowing my cock will be the first she ever feels between her legs.  If I get my way, it will be the only one.  Just the thought of being inside her has me moving my hand faster, harder.

Stoke after stroke, images of Daisy flash through my mind. The first one of her on her back, taking everything I got. The next, her riding me like there’s no tomorrow with my hands cupping her beautiful tits, and ending with her on her knees, my cock buried in her throat while I fuck her sweet mouth.  My fist tightens around my dick as I pump myself to completion. I throw my head back and shout, “Fuck!”

“Wow, that was hot.” I hear a voice say as I step out of the shower. 

Shit, I forgot to lock my door.

“Get out of here, Leah,” I say, grabbing a towel.

“Oh no, don’t cover up on my account,” she says, stepping closer. 

For the first time, I realize that she’s naked, and my cock decides that a quick jerk is not enough.  Fuck!

She motions toward my dick. “I could always help you out, ya know. I wouldn’t tell Daisy. I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’d be our little secret.”

She moves toward me as she speaks, whispering all the things she would like to do to me, and continuing to promise to keep everything just between us.  Fuckin’ hell, I’m not gonna be able to resist.  Daisy’s face flashes in my mind right before Leah goes to her knees.  A second later her lips wrap around my cock, and all thoughts of my girl fade away.  My brothers are right. This bitch sucks dick like a pro.

Chapter Six

PREACH

Daisy is rubbing her body against mine as I kiss her goodbye. It’s been nearly three weeks since that night with Leah, and I still feel guilty every time I touch Daisy. As soon as she licked my dick clean, the whore climbed on my bed and spread her legs.  She smiled at me and started playing with her pussy, but I had her naked ass in the hall a second later.  Thank God I didn’t fuck the skank, but getting a blow job is bad enough.

Right after I blew my wad, I knew it was a mistake.  I swear it was like a fog lifted and everything became clear.  All the questions I had before were answered.  Even though Daisy and I haven’t slept together, we are in a relationship.  I consider her mine, so I’m hers too.  Getting my dick sucked is cheating.  No fuckin’ way around it, I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. 

So far, Leah has kept her mouth shut.  She shoots me sly smiles and has tried to get me to come back for seconds, but she’s kept her word and hasn’t told Daisy yet.  I’m not sure how long she’ll keep quiet, and I feel like I’m constantly waiting for the ax to fall. This whole bullshit situation has me scared shitless.  I haven’t been afraid of anything since the day I walked into prison, but the thought of losing my girl has me scared to my core. 

Daisy continues kissing me, taking away my thoughts of losing her.  Sucking on her bottom lip, I have to remind myself her birthday is almost here.  One week. Only one fucking week, and I can claim her without having my brothers kill me.  Knowing it’s so close is the only thing that keeps me from taking her right here on the sidewalk. 

“I’m not sure if you two going at it in front of the diner is good for business or not,” Shelia says as she steps out of the diner.  Hand on her hip, she smirks at us.

I pull away from Daisy, placing a final kiss on her forehead.  “I’ll be here when you get off.”

She smiles and gives me a tight squeeze before letting go, then walks toward Shelia.  “You know you’re just jealous that you don’t have your own hot biker.”

I watch them until they get inside, and then walk back to my bike.  Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of the clubhouse.  Of course, the first people I see are Holt and Wayne.  Both are walking inside, but stop to wait for me.  They’ve been giving me death glares ever since the night Holt saw me with Leah.  I don’t think they know what happened in my room.  If they did, I’m sure they would do more than just look at me.  I’d probably have my ass beat if I was lucky, or be six feet under if I wasn’t.  They may be older than most of the brothers, but they are two tough motherfuckers.

As I step up to the door, Wayne pushes it open and walks in before me.  “Did you get my girl to work?”

I nod, walking past him.  “Yeah, just dropped her off.”

“You picking her up later? I don’t want her walking home after what happened with those little douche bags.”

“Yeah, I’ll pick her up. I always do,” I reply, walking toward the bar.  Wayne and Holt follow closely behind, sitting down next to me. 

I’m just taking a drink of my first beer of the day when Mary rushes into the room.  “Maker was in a wreck.  It’s bad. We need to get to the hospital.”

Shit!  Maker may be a useless drunk, but he’s still Daisy’s dad.  Jumping up, I look toward Holt and Wayne.  “I’ll pick up Daisy, and we’ll meet you there.”

The parking lot clears out quickly.  I’m heading toward Daisy, while everyone else is on their way to the hospital.  I make the fifteen-minute drive in less than ten, and walk into the diner just as the lunch rush is staring to die down. 

DAISY

I’m only an hour into my shift when I hear the sound of a bike pulling up out front. I’d know that sound anywhere. That’s my man’s bike. I’m not sure why he’s here early, and I don’t care.  I toss my order pad on the counter and rush to the door. 

As soon as I pull the door open, he steps inside.  Immediately, he pulls me into his arms.  He buries his face in my hair and whispers my name.

“You’re early. You know, I don’t get off for another seven hours,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in for a kiss.  He’s kissed me a million times over the last month and a half, but this kiss is different from all the ones before; it’s desperate, rough. 

Pulling back, I ask, “Is everything ok?”

Again, he ignores me, pulling me against him for another kiss, and this one is just as desperate.  When he breaks the kiss off, I push on his chest. “Preach, you’re worrying me. What’s wrong?”

“I need you to take the night off, babe.  Can you do that?” he asks me, his voice sounding strained.

I nod, too frightened to say anything else.  After he releases me, I walk back to the kitchen. “Is it okay if I leave early?”

Shelia looks up from the grill and stares at me.  I’ve been working for her for over four years, and I’ve never taken off early or called in sick, so she knows something is up.  “What’s wrong?”

Shaking my head, I start to whisper, “I don’t know.  Preach just told me that I needed to take the night off.”

She walks away from the grill and looks out the order window.  “Go on, girl. He looks like he’s in a world of pain. The lunch rush is over. I can call someone else in to cover dinner, so no worries.”

“Thank you,” I say as I hand over my apron to her and clock out.

I go back to the dining area and see Preach standing over by the window. I place my hand on his shoulder, and he turns to me. “I’m ready.”

Grabbing my hand, he leads me out of the diner without saying another word.  We head straight to his bike, climbing on in silence.  His actions right now are confusing the hell out of me, scaring me actually. He was fine when he dropped me off, but now he’s anything but fine. Something must have happened at the clubhouse, and whatever happened, it was big. 

Instead of driving toward my house, he heads to the other side of town.  I have no idea where we are going until he pulls off onto Streets Avenue, and I see the hospital looming ahead of us.  A few minutes later, we park in front of the emergency room entrance.  He climbs off the bike, pulling me off behind him.  “Your dad’s been in an accident.”

“What?” I whisper, shock and fear making my voice sound strained. ”Is he okay?”

He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me.  “I don’t know, babe, but I do know he’s hurt.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I pull away and head into the hospital.  As soon as we get inside, I see everyone huddled together in the small waiting room.  All of my family is here. Hell, the entire club is here.  I rush straight to Grams, ignoring my mother.  “What happened?”

Grams grabs my hand and leads me to one of the vacant chairs. Preach silently follows us, never moving more than a few inches from me.  Just knowing he’s here with me gives me strength.

“We don’t know all the details, but it looks like he was drunk.”

I didn’t need to be told that.  Anyone that knows Dad would know that he was drunk.  When isn’t he? “How bad is he hurt?”

Squeezing my hand, she replies.  “He shattered his pelvis, and a piece of bone is lodged into his spinal cord.  The doctors aren’t sure how much damage it caused.  He’s gonna live, but he may never walk again.”

The thought of my father never walking again is heartbreaking, but the idea of him never riding his motorcycle again is life shattering.  The club, his bike, and time spent on the road are the only things that matter to him.  Without them, he would wither away.  “What will happen to him? What will he do? If he can’t get back on his bike, he’ll die.”

Preach sits down in the seat next to me and pulls me into his arms.  “I might not believe in half the shit my dad taught me, but I do believe that God has a plan for each one of us.  He never gives you more than you can handle. Maker will find a way to deal with this.”

I lean my head against his shoulder, letting the tears fall down my face.  “Thank you for being here, Preach.”

He leans his head down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.  “I’ll always be here for you, Little Flower.”

We end up spending most of the night in the emergency room waiting area before the doctor finally comes out to talk to us.  Dad’s injuries are severe, but he’s stable.  He’s been moved to ICU, and we aren’t allowed in to see him until morning visiting hours.  I don’t want to leave, but the doctors say there is nothing we can do for him right now.  Grams wanted me to come home with her, but I needed to be alone with Preach, even if it’s only a few minutes on the back of his bike. 

As we walk toward Preach’s bike, he pulls me close to his side.  “You ready to go home, babe?”

“Not really, but I guess I don’t have a choice.”

He looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips.  “How about I take you somewhere, and we can just chill out for a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” I reply, stepping up to his bike.

Nearly an hour later, we park in front of Chipper’s fishing cabin.  My grandpa and Uncle Holt brought me and my cousins here a few times when I was younger.  There’s no electricity or running water, just four walls and a roof. 

I hop off the bike, and Preach climbs off after me. Still not saying anything, he walks around to the side of the cabin.  I see him digging around and picking up rocks.  Finally, he picks up one and grabs a key off the ground, then comes back to me and takes hold of my hand.  Leading me toward the cabin, he finally starts to talk.  “Maker’s gonna be fine.”

“I’m not sure about that.  What if he never walks again?”

“I don’t know, baby,” he says, placing a kiss on my temple. 

I squeeze his hand.  “I’m so glad you were with me tonight.  I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

“Like I told you before, I’ll always be here for you. You know I love you, Little Flower? Don’t you?”

“What?” I gasp out.  Love me?  He’s never said that before. “You love me?”

Opening the door, he pulls me inside.  “What the hell did you think this last month was? I told you that you were mine.”

“I thought we were dating.”

He shakes his head.  “I don’t fuckin’ date. I haven’t since I was in high school.  You’re the first woman I ever put on the back of my bike. You’re the first woman I ever took the time to get to know.  You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. I want you to remember that. Remember that I love you more than anything.”

His words shock me, but not nearly as much as they frighten me.  I’ve wanted him to tell me he loves me for weeks, but now, it just seems wrong.  It’s like he’s trying to prepare me for something bad, something I don’t want to happen. “I love you too, but why does this sound like it’s a goodbye?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“It’s not goodbye. It’s never gonna be goodbye with us,” he says, reaching out to pull me against him. 

Stepping back, I shake my head.  “It’s more than that, and you know it.  Tell me what’s wrong.”

He runs his fingers through his hair before answering.  “I just don’t want to lose you, that’s all.”