Wicked Embers: Rebel Souls MC #1

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0.05 Nathan

“Why do you have a picture of the girl Joe cheated on me with?” Rachel’s words caught me completely off guard. I was too busy watching her lips move to focus on what her mouth was actually saying.

“Who?” I said looking at the pictures in front of her.

“Her,” she said pointing to the picture of Stacy Summers, or whatever the fuck her real name was. My heart beat returned to its normal rate as she didn’t point to the picture of Jenny that was also on the table. “She lived across the street when he moved into his new place a couple years ago. We broke up because I caught them in bed together.” I rubbed her thigh soothingly. She knew now she was better off without him but catching the person you believed you were in love with in bed with someone else couldn’t have been easy.

I wouldn’t actually know what the felt like. I’d walked in on Rain fucking my brothers more than once, sometimes more than one at the same time. Each time was a carefully constructed set up by her to and get a rise out of me. To get me to admit I had feelings for her. It never worked. Because I didn’t.

“We think she might also have been undercover.”

“With Jenny?”

“More like with Joe,” Echo answered her.

“Wait. Joe was a cop?”

Echo just looked at me. “I haven’t caught her up yet. We’ve been discussing other things.”

“May I?” Echo asked.

“Be my guest,” I said taking a sip of the beer that magically appears in front of me. I didn’t even see Brenda.

I listened as Echo caught my girl up. He gave as little detail as possible and blatantly ignored some of her more invasive questions. He told her only the parts that were pertinent to the role she suddenly found herself playing.

“I need a drink,” she stated flatly as she rubbed her temples, absorbing the information.

“They don’t mix well with your pain meds,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her temple. She glared at me. Or attempted to. She was too cute to glare. Her lips were so kissable and I couldn’t resist leaning in to steal a kiss.

“Can you write down the address he was living at?” Echo had the worst timing. He was busy behind his laptop unseeing but somehow still managed to ruin the moment. She scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

“That’s the building address. His apartment number is the first one. The second one written was her’s.”

He nodded.

“Why don’t you already have this intel?” I asked.

Echo paled a little at my question. “They probably both paid cash upfront for rent and used false names. Landlords look the other way for large cash payments.”

“I know,” I grinned at him. He breathed a sigh of relief realizing I was just fucking with him. He was good but if there was no paper trail even he couldn’t solve the puzzle. “Church!” I called to the clubhouse.

Kissing Rachel chastely, I reluctantly moved from her side and into our meeting room. Once everyone was seated I spoke. “Rachel gave us Joe’s address. Stacy Summers was apparently sleeping with him and living across the hall. We’re going to go raid their places. Six guys. Hawk, Bender, Bubbles and I go in. Hands you’re on the backdoor. Ink you got the front. Church first thing tomorrow. Eight am. Any questions?”

“Prez,” Seal called and I could tell by the tone of his voice I was not going to like what he had to say. “How do we know we can trust your girl?”

“I’m glad you asked,” I grinned wickedly at him. “Because then we can put this shit to bed and the next fucker who questions her won’t like what happens. Echo?”

Echo flipped his computer so the guys could see it. He pulled up a picture of Rachel. Then one of a much younger Rachel, seated next to a guy in a cut. “She gave me all her information. Everything I’d need to track her. It checks out all the way to her birth on May sixth, 1993. Her old man was VP of Devil’s Soldiers. There’s even a missing person’s report for when she was kidnapped. They were so desperate to get her back the got the cops involved. There’s not a lot after that until she shows up here ten years ago. But her social media all check out. She’s who she says she is. And there’s not a single indication she knew what Joe was doing. I found Joes fake social media accounts through hers. We can trust her.”

“We good?” I asked the room. I was answered with grunts and nods. “Dismissed. We ride in fifteen,” I called to the guys raiding the apartments.

When I left church, I found my girl sitting in a booth with Megan, Liza, and her friends. She was laughing and initially I smiled at the sight, but then she grabbed her ribs in pain. “Baby,” I said as I reached her. “Do you need more pain meds?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m fine.” Scooting over she made room for me in the booth. Sliding in I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

“I’m riding out in fifteen minutes. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” With my words Megan and Liza got up in search of their men, unknowing who all was leaving.

“Will you be long?”

“Not sure.” She gave me a soft smile, not asking anymore questions.

I sat next to her while she talked animatedly with her friends. She definitely had two sides. The side I was seeing now, young and carefree, laughing with her friends. And the side who'd been hardened by being the daughter of a biker- smart, tough, a little rough around the edges.

Those two sides made her the perfect old lady.

Hawk tilted his head in my direction and I knew it was time to go. I kissed her chastely before standing. I knew she was watching me walk away.

Just before I was at the door hands wrapped around me from behind. It wasn't her touch. Looking down I saw the neon fingernails that could only belong to Rain. “Come back safe so I can make sure to pleasure you when you get back.” She’d said the words to me countless times, but this was the first time I’d realized how vomit inducing they were.

Forcefully I grabbed her wrists, pulling them apart. Before I could get my mouth open, Rachel was on her feet and hobbling towards us in her cast, Chrissy following close behind. “Hands off,” Rachel said simply.

Every eye in the clubhouse was watching this exchange.

“He’s not yours,” Rain dared to say.

Rachel forced out a dark laugh and it terrified me as much as it turned me on. “He is. He announced me as his old lady.”

“I don’t see a property cut or a tattoo,” Rain said, picking at her nails like she was bored.

“Baby,” Rachel cooed in my direction. “Did you order my cut yet?” She put a fake pout on her lips and it had my cock stirring in my jeans.

“Sure did,” I smiled at her even though the words weren’t true. I hadn’t had time. Looking up I saw Megan on her phone. God bless that woman. She was ordering it as we spoke.

“Ink,” Rachel called to any guy in the club. I had to bite back a laugh because she knew he was the tattoo guy but she couldn’t pick him out of a lineup.

“Yeah?” He asked somewhat reluctantly.

“You riding out?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay. Never call me ma’am again.” Laughter erupted around the club. Ink was raised old school southern. Everybody was ma’am. Christian household. Kid didn’t even lose his virginity until two months ago when he was twenty-one. I worried he was just rebelling from his reverend father and that he’d bail some day. Kids got more ink than any of us and despite being only twenty-one he was the best tattoo artist I’d ever had in the shop. “When you get back come find me. I need to schedule an appointment.”

She was killing me. My dick hardened further at the thought of club ink on her. Of my name on her. And I couldn’t have her because she was still too injured.

“Yes ma-,” he went to say ma’am again but instantly bit his tongue. “Okay,” he said softer.

“Baby,” Rachel called to me this time, her right index finger motioning me closer. I could only oblige her. When I was close enough she grabbed my cut and pulled me down to her. I almost stumbled at the force and had to bite back a laugh. Her lips were on mine. Rough. Demanding. Commanding. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her in my arms. Wrapping her legs around me she pushed herself closer, opening her mouth and inviting my tongue in. I could hear the catcalls and hoots and hollers of my men but my focus was completely on the woman wrapped around me. My woman. She took my bottom lip between her teeth and pulled it roughly. I growled when she used the movement to release me and let her legs fall, landing unbalanced on her good leg. My hands at her waist steadied her. “Come back safe so I can pleasure you.” I groaned at the words, they sounded so much better coming from her. “Hands off,” she said to Rain again before turning and heading back to the booth. Chrissy had an arm around her to help support her injured leg.

The soul suckers all stared open mouthed. Rain was their queen-bee. And she just got knocked down a peg or two. If they were smart, they wouldn’t cross my girl.

“Let’s ride,” I said, forcing myself to turn from the sight of my girl sitting in my booth with a smug smirk on her lips.

“Your girl’s got claws,” Hawk commented as I straddled my bike. I only smirked in response.

Yes she did.

The ride to the apartment complex took longer than I would have liked. We scoped the building but it looked like it was only four units, two are obviously empty from where Summer and Joe were staying. Ink rang the bell on the other two but got no answer.

Hands walked to the back, taking post at the rear entrance. “Hawk, you’re with me in Joe's. Bender and Bubbles, you guys take Summer’s.” Ink closed the door and leaned casually against it as we made our way up the flight of stairs.

Hawk kicked the door down at the same time Bender found the opposite door unlocked. I laughed as Bender gave him a what the fuck look.

We were quick, quiet, and thorough as we searched the apartment. My blood boiled when I found some of Rachel’s clothes on the floor and even more when I found her body wash in the shower.

“Relax,” Hawk said, hand on my shoulder, knowing I’m at my tipping point. My motto about her past being her past was quickly flying out the window as I was filled with jealousy like I’d never experienced.

We searched for close to thirty minutes. Between the two apartments we found five burner phones. Echo will have to see what he could get off of them.

But other than that and finding stuff that belonged my girl we didn’t get anything useful.

By the time we were back at the clubhouse we'd been gone for less than two hours. I pulled in the driveway with more enthusiasm than I ever had, knowing my girl was waiting for me.

When I walked in she was sitting in the same spot I left her in, huddled close with Chrissy, Jamie and Annie. Everyone seemed to like the girls and something told me JJ is going to make Chrissy whatever the lawyer version of an old lady was. Jamie and Annie weren’t on the market, but I didn’t know if any of my guys had picked up on that piece of information yet. Not by the way they eyed the two newbies.

Rachel turned her head to look at me as Annie pointed to me. Her beautiful smile and lit up eyes as she looks at me filled me with a happiness I didn’t know was possible. Walking past the bar I took the beer Brenda held out to me and headed straight for the booth. “Sons of Anarch? Really?” Annie said, her voice full of frustration.

“Defense mechanism,” Jamie said. I pocketed that piece of conversation for follow up. When we were alone. Their conversation halted as I approached the table; further proof I wasn’t supposed to hear what they said.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey yourself,” she smirked at me. Kissing her head I slid in next to her, content on listening to whatever they talked about. Hawk was taking the phones to Echo and it’d be at least a couple hours before he had anything to report back.

As I was finishing my beer Rachel yawned and leaned her head against my shoulder. “Tired?”

“Yes,” she said on another yawn.

“Come on,” I said, standing. Leaning down, I picked her up right out of the booth and carried her to our room. She sighed contentedly as she leaned against me. I laid her on the bed before pulling my cut off and hanging it on the chair before climbing in next to her.

“Sons of Anarchy?” I asked, smirking against her ear. “I’m the only big bad biker you need, baby girl,” I said, grinding myself against that.

“You heard that?” She whispered and I could feel the heat in he her cheeks as she blushed. “It’s not what you think,” she said softly.

“What is it then?” She rolled her body slowly so she didn’t hurt herself until she was facing me. I couldn’t resist reaching up and cupping her cheek, brushing some of her wild brown locks behind her ear.

“It’s this thing Jamie and I do. Did I guess.” I was confused but let her continue. “After we decided we were leaving we tried to detach ourselves as much as possible, even though we were still living at the clubhouse. We were fifteen when the first season aired. Two years later we ran. Whenever we wanted to talk about something we’d gone through we’d label it Sons of Anarchy. It was a way to detach ourselves. Like what we’d gone through was actually just some television drama.” She looks up at me as she finishes her explanation, waiting for me to react. “It was a coping mechanism. Not a healthy one. Even when you were telling me about the club my head was screaming at me. That I wasn’t cut out to live like that, but not because I already have, but because we related it to the show for so long. Oh God. You must think I’m crazy. And in desperate need of therapy.” She hid her face behind her hands.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing her tiny wrists in one hand. I pulled her hands away, forcing her to look at me. “You did what you and to deal. I’ll never judge you for that. Shit, my own coping mechanisms are way worse.”

“Whiskey and pussy?” I choked out a laugh at her gruff words.

“Just whiskey currently. And you.” She pushed her lips against mine and I wrapped her in my arms, rolling so that she was on top of me. When she pulled away I ran my hands over her spine. “You were so sexy earlier,” I said, dropping my voice an octave.


“When you put Rain in her place.”

“Oh.” She blushed furiously again and it was my new life goal to make sure her creamy white skin constantly have that pink tint.

“You marked your territory.”

“I’m not a dog,” she growled with a playful slap to my chest.

I laughed at her response. “In any case it was sexy. I wanted to take you and bend you over one of the tables.”

At my on words, my cock stiffened in my jeans. The memory of her staking her claim in front of the whole damn club and talk of bending her over had me ready to go. I lifted my hips, rubbing against her. She moaned, but protested. “You said we couldn’t. Your words.”

“Just because I can’t fuck you doesn’t mean I can’t bury my face in your pussy and eat you until you can’t take anymore.”


“Oh,” I smiled before rolling over so she was on her back, careful not to put any weight on her still sore body. I relished the soft moans she let out as I kissed down her jaw. I had to skip over her chest and leave my shirt on her. If she was naked I’d lose all control and I didn’t want to hurt her. Carefully I pulled her joggers and panties down, exposing her pussy. She was already slick with arousal. “Once you’re healed I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk the next day. I’m going to fill this pretty little pussy with my cum. Mark it as mine. That’s what you want isn’t it, Rach?” I finished my question with a swipe of my index finger through her slit.

“Yes!” She cried.

I took my time building her up. I licked and sucked each of her perfect, puffy lips individually before finally giving attention to the bundle of nerves her movements had been directing me too. Her delicate fingers laced in my hair. “Nathan!” She shouted my name as I wrapped my lips around her clit. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her hips bucked as I rolled the nub in my tongue. She released against me. Moaning, I did my best to lick her clean.

Her breathing was heavy and she was looking down at me, her brown eyes hooded and satisfied. “I’m not done yet,” I said while sliding one finger into her. She clenched around me immediately. Ignoring her clit I fucked her with my fingers, determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible.

“More.” I slid a second finger in and buried them to the last knuckle. Pushing her g-spot, I roughly pushed in and pulled out of her dripping center. “Nathan. I’m going to come again.”

“Come for me, Rachel. Come all over my fingers.” Her release gushed out of her, soaking my hand and the sheets and I was in awe her.

“Mmnhhjjnd.” Her moaning wasn’t understandable as she writhed under my touch. “Nathan. Fuck me. Please. I need you!”

“We can’t, baby. Doc’s orders. Soon. As soon as he gives you a clean bill of health I’m taking you to my house and fucking you until neither one of us can go anymore.”

Her orgasm fogged brain must have cleared because she nodded in agreement. My fingers and tongue were one thing, but she couldn’t take actual sex right now. She knew it.

“You have a house?” She said confused.

“Real estate is a good investment,” I shrugged. “And you’ll be the first woman I’ve ever brought home.”

She smiled widely at me before exhaustion from her orgasms in combination with the pain meds she was still taking pulled her into sleep, a satisfied smile playing on those perfect lips.

I kissed her before making my way to the bathroom. As I was coming out I heard a knock on the door. Rachel was still sleeping soundly; thankfully it didn’t wake her. When I opened the door Hawk was standing there white as a sheet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brenda’s pregnant.”

“Is it yours?”

“She says it is.”


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