Wicked Embers: Rebel Souls MC #1

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5.0 Rachel

Whispering voices pulled me from my sleep. I groaned frustratedly; that nap wasn’t nearly long enough.

“Baby?” I called. In an instant Nathan was sitting on my side of the bed, his hands pushing my hair out of my face.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Who’s here?” I asked as I attempted to sit up. Nathan helped and that was when I saw Hawk sitting on the small couch. He waved at me but it looked more like a half salute. His face was paled. He looked sick. “You alright? You don’t look so good?”

Nathan and Hawk exchanged a look before he let out an exasperated sight. “You’ll tell her as soon as I leave anyway.”

“Brenda is pregnant.”

I racked my brain for the name. I’d met so many people since getting here and it was hard keeping them all straight. “Bartender?”

“Yeah,” Hawk answered.

“Yours?”

“She says I’m the only brother she’s been with in months.”

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to use condoms unless you wanna have to make her your old lady?”

“I did. Shit. I always do,” he emphasized. “I don’t even nut in the condom. Condoms and pull out game. That’s double protection.” I choked on a laugh at his words. “Shit, Prez,” he cursed lowly. “She’s bad news, already got me spilling secrets and shit.”

Nathan laughed loudly and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so young and carefree as he let out the deep, rumbling sound.

“Is it a false positive?”

“Aren’t those really rare?”

“Yeah, but they happen.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re speaking from experience,” Nathan growled.

“Not mine,” I said, rubbing his arm slowly.

Growing up I’d hated the possessiveness of the bikers towards their old ladies and club women, but that look and growl of possession written on Nathan’s face and in his voice only turned me on.

“All I’m saying is don’t freak out until she’s been to a doctor.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smiled at me. He was a handsome guy. Most of the men in this club were. But none of them were Nathan. He nodded his head at Nathan before leaving us alone.

“How you feeling, babe?”

“I’m okay. Still tired.”

“Did we wake you?”

I shook my head no. It was a little white lie but I didn’t want him to feel guilty. “Will he be okay?”

“If she’s pregnant and it it his, he’ll do the right thing. Make her his old lady. But he’s never wanted one.”

“Why not?”

“Hawk and I grew up in the life. Same as Doc.”

Doc? That was interesting information.

“His mom and dad were so in love it grossed him out as a kid. Hell it still does. But his mom was kidnapped when we were about eight. They held her for three days. I don’t know the details but I know our dads didn’t get there in time. Like we did with you.”

I let the implication of his words sink in. “Hawk was so angry. With his dad with mine. The whole damn club because they couldn’t protect her. He hates how claiming an old lady makes her vulnerable. We’re not the good guys but we do have a code. No women. No children. Not all clubs live by that philosophy.”

I heard misplaced guilt in his words. “Me getting kidnapped wasn’t on you. I was involved with the cartel, unknowingly but still, long before I met you.”

“But you got taken because you were with me.”

“Might have happened either way.” Either scenario could be true but I couldn’t let him beat himself up over it.

“What’s Doc’s story?”

“His dad was a member. Never ranking, but loyal. His mom bailed when he was like six. Couldn’t handle the life. He’s a few years younger than Hawk and me. Growing up he was like our annoying kid brother. Still is,” he laughs. “His old man was a real MD. Med school and everything. Malpractice suit made him lose his license so he looked to use his skills elsewhere. Man was he shit with a weapon. But he saved our dads. More than once. When his mom bailed mine and Hawk’s moms raised him. When he was eighteen he left for the army. Did two tours as a medic and came home. Now he’s our medic.”

“And his dad?”

“Cancer.” I didn’t know what else to say so I just smiled softly at him. “Can I ask you something now?” He asked after awhile.

“’Course.”

“Were you lying when you said you’d never been on a bike? Was that just more sons of anarchy therapy or whatever?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his description of mine and Jamie’s shared coping strategy. “No. That part’s true. My mom didn’t want me on a bike until I was thirteen. My dad died before then and I’d sworn to get out. I’ve only ever ridden with you.”

“Good,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes but indulged him with a quick peck.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“You can always ask me something. You know I might not be able to tell you everything but anything I can answer I will.”

“So Jamie and Annie,” I began.

“Are a couple? Yeah I caught that.”

“They are. But they’re not out. Not even to me and Chrissy. They’re becoming less discreet so it’s bound to happen eventually. Not all clubs were very open minded when it came to that type of thing.” He went to speak but I continue, not letting him interrupt me. “My dad’s club was not okay with anyone or anything that wasn’t white and straight. Also part of the reason I hated it there. But you have black, Asian and Latino brothers. I just need to know they’ll be safe here when they come out.”

“They’ll be fine. Brenda’s sister, Barbara, who bartends sometimes with her is gay. One of the prospects is gay. Don’t stress about it. I won’t lie and say it’s always been like this. But Hawk and I make sure everyone is given a shot, regardless of race or sexual preference.”

“And gender?” I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You want a patch, baby?”

“No,” I laughed loudly. I just had to see your reaction."

“One of our allies is actually an all female club.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. And I wouldn’t cross their president. Woman is a boss.”

“You get sexier and sexier each day,” I purred.

“Keep it in your pants. You’re still not healed.”

“Then feed me,” I pouted. Laughing at my antics he picked me up and carried me to the bar. He sat me down in the booth I’d quickly realized was his.

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Can you cook?”

“Um. No, not really,” he replied sheepishly.

“Just a sandwich.”

“That I can do.” Looking around the clubhouse I could see it was almost deserted. Where was everyone? Especially my friends. I was left alone without a phone to ponder until Nathan came back with a sandwich, some chips and an iced tea.

“Turkey club with the works.” He looked so damn proud of himself that I had to hold back a laugh.

“Where is everyone?”

“Lockdown ended a few days ago. Although nobody’s riding alone still. There’s a new strip club opening tonight. All the guys went. Except for Hands and Greaser. They’re home with their old ladies and kids.”

“Isn’t this usually a public bar on Friday and Saturday?”

“Yeah. Brings extra cash. But since none of the guys wanted to stay here we just didn’t open it today.”

“And my friends?”

“Annie and Jamie went home after I convinced them you were fine. Chrissy is with JJ.”

“I have a feeling that’ll be happening a lot.” He grunted in response.

I ate my sandwich while he sat next to me quietly. He was thinking about something but I couldn’t read what it might be from his expression.

“Can I take you on a date?” He blurts out suddenly.

“Do you guys usually ask your old ladies on dates?”

“No,” he sighed. “But I only got to take you on one date.”

“If it’s too soon and you’re not ready to claim me,” I began. He cut me off with a rough kiss.

“I’m sure. That’s not it.” I looked at him skeptically. “I’m sure,” he said again. “These two weeks have been insane. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the night we met. You even haunted my dreams.” He was twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers absentmindedly as he speaks. “And then I was worried I was going to lose you. First because of the club. Then because of the cartel.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly, grabbing the hand that was in my hair and bringing it to my lips to kiss.

“I know,” he said pulling on my hand and repeating the same action I just did. “Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I smiled, excitement fluttering in my belly. His broad, dimpled smile covered his handsome face and I’d never wanted a man more. And I couldn’t have him. Damn ribs.

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement.

Nathan carried me up the stairs to our room. He stripped me naked before covering me in another one of his t-shirts and stripping to his boxers and settling behind me.

The next morning I woke up alone. Nathan’s side of the bed was still warm and I could hear the shower running. As best I could, I hobbled to the bathroom, keeping as quiet as possible. I wrapped my ankle cast, not nearly as good as Nathan had, but it would hold. Opening the shower door I stepped in. He had both his hands on the tiled wall, leaning forward as the spray hits is head. Stepping in I pushed my body against his and wrapped my arms around his slim waist.

Spinning in my arms his hands went around me, smiling down at me. “You shouldn’t be walking.”

“I’m fine,” I sighed. “Doc said I could walk short distances. Don’t treat me like glass.” He sighed more heavily than I did. Taking the opportunity as his eyes were closed, I dropped delicately to my knees; the action hurt, but it passed quickly.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

Like what I was doing wasn’t completely obvious.

“If you can’t figure that out on your own,” I let my sentence trail off. He took a deep breath. I loved how he reacted to my sass.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said, cupping my cheek.

“Then I guess you’re just going to have to let me have all the control.”

He groaned. Men like him were used to taking the lead. Even when I was riding him, he was in charge and in control. I loved every second of it.

He was already hard and I hadn’t even touched him. “Were you hard before I climbed in?” I asked, fluttering my lashes.

“Yes,” his answer turned to a hiss as I licked around the head.

“Were you thinking about me?”

“Always.” He was desperately trying to hold onto his control. “You were rubbing your ass against me in your sleep. I had to get out of bed.”

“Sorry,” I said, licking him again while I stroke his length.

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right. I’m not.” As I finished the words I descended on him, sliding as far as I could before retreating. His hands were holding my hair out of my face. Looking up at him I saw a satisfied smile, filled with awe and longing, on his lips as he looked down on me. A desperate need to always have him look at me like that filled me.

I stroked his length in time with my mouth, licking and sucking as much of him as I could.

My gag reflex was easier to ignore when I was drunk, making this more difficult than the first time.

He moaned above me and the sounds encouraged me. Cupping his balls, I rolled them in my hand. “Rachel. Fuck.” When he started to curse I knew he was already close. Unable to stop himself he thrusted into me. It was gentler than he usually was, still very aware of my bruised ribs. “Rachel. I’m going to come. Fuck fuck fuck.” He buried himself in my mouth before releasing down my throat.

He helped me stand, which was the most painful part of the whole process. “You’re incredible,” he said, kissing my lips.

“I know,” I winked at him. He shook his head at me. Pushing his wet hair back, I slid the strands through my fingers. Taking in his features I was entranced by just how truly handsome he was. Right now he wasn't a big scary biker, President of his club or Blade. In this moment, closed off in his shower with me, he was just Nathan. The man who had stolen my heart in a ridiculously short amount of time. “How old are you?” I blurted out suddenly.

“Thirty.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me how old I am?”

“You gave Echo your birthdate for the background check. Your birthday is May sixth, 1993. You’re twenty-seven.” My mouth hung open.

“You remembered all that?”

“Of course. I want to know everything about you.”

If he wasn’t still holding me I’d melt into a puddle at his feet.

I never wanted to be that girl, melting at every little thing her boyfriend said, but how was I supposed to help it? The steam from the shower made his eyes appear much greener than the usually grey-green shade they had. His dimples flashed whenever he smiled at me.

I never stood a chance.

My stomach, with the ever impressive timing, chose that moment to make its displeasure known. “Come on. I’ll feed you. And we can play twenty questions. It might take me while to learn everything , but we’ll start today.”

He turned off the shower after helping me wash quickly. He kept his ministrations completely PG, much to my annoyance.

When he’d dried us both off and helped me dress before dressing himself he carried me down the stairs. He greeted the members, hang arounds and soul suckers before walking me out the front door.

Setting me down in front of an older model truck he dug the keys out of his pocket and hits the unlock button.

“She your's too?”

“Club’s really. Mine is at my house. I almost never use it.”

“You prefer the bike.”

“So do you,” he smirked. “But you can’t ride with your ribs and bum leg so we’re going to be trapped in the moving cage for the foreseeable future.”

I let out a sound of annoyance before he scooped me up and placed me in the passenger seat. I had no idea where we were going as he headed into town, nor did I ask. It didn’t really matter to me. He could take me to a hole in the wall diner or a five star restaurant. I was just excited for our second date.

Hole in the wall diner it was, I thought to myself as he pulled into a restaurant. “This more your pace than the tapas place you took me?”

“Not really. But I didn’t feel like driving to the city or the next town over.” Before I could step out of the truck he was at my side, sweeping me into his arms again.

“You’re not carrying me into this place.”

“Yes. I am.” With a reluctant sigh I gave in. There was no point arguing with him.

The bell on the door chimed as we walked in. It was busy and suddenly all eyes were on us. Nathan was in his cut and even though his name and title are hidden behind my head, I was positive they all knew who he was. He nodded a greeting to the curious eyes and walked me to a booth

“Hey sugar,” a short, heavyset waitress with greying hair and a smile said to Nathan.

“Hey, Yvonne, how you doin’ darlin’?”

She flushed. He made even adorable grandmas blush.

“You know me. Hangin’ in there. Who’s this?”

“This is Rachel. My old lady.”

“Your what now?”

“My old lady,” he grinned at her.

“Well I’ll be. You come in here without him next time and we’ll have ourselves some girl talk.”

“I’ll see if I can ever get rid of him,” I winked at her.

“Okay, what are you kids having?”

“Breakfast platter, three eggs scrambled with cheese, pancakes, white toast extra butter, two bacon, two sausage and a side of home fries.”

“The usual then,” she smiled. He just gave her one of his dazzling smiles in return.

“Can I please have the sausage and eggs breakfast burrito? And a coffee please.”

“Sure thing, dear.” She scribbled in her notepad before turning and walking away.

“So, twenty questions?”

“Go ahead,” he said leaning forward, elbows on the table.

“How’d you get your road name?”

“I’m handy with a knife. More so than a gun.” His answer was vague and I was sure I didn’t want to know the details so I didn’t ask them. “Favorite color?”

“Purple. Movie?”

“Goonies.”

“Never seen it.”

“You’re joking.”

“No. I was like ten when it came out.”

“We’re watching it later.” Before I could respond he asks his next question. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

That took a sharp turn.

“Seventeen. You?

“Fifteen.”

My eyes went up. I wasn't surprised. It wasn't uncommon growing up the way we did.

“Favorite position.” My cheeks flamed. Two can play this game.

“Against the wall of the stall in the men’s room.” He groaned; I was sure the memories of that night were just as vivid in his mind as they were mine. I didn’t miss the way he adjusted himself in his jeans. Before he could hit me with some witty response Yvonne returned with our breakfast. Nathan’s food took up almost the entire table.

“Enjoy, dears.”

He continued asking me less sexually suggestive questions as we ate our breakfast. We sat there so long that the lunch rush had already come in by the time we were getting ready to leave. Nathan also had two slices of pie.

He let me walk back to the truck this time, but he was not shy about vocalizing his displeasure.

We'd been driving for about fifteen minutes before I realized that we weren’t headed in the direction of the clubhouse anymore.

“Where to now?”

“My house,” he said. “Our house,” he said changing the word as my stomach erupted in butterflies.

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