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Drag Creek, Kentucky
Kurt
I watch Christa as she sleeps knowing that this is it. I haven’t slept a wink. I didn’t want to miss a breath. My ear is pressed to her chest listening to her heart beating. I have two more hours of freedom left. One question is hanging from my tongue. I don’t have any right to ask it and yet I might die if I don’t get the words out.
Her fingers move through my hair. “Is it time?” She stifles a yawn.
“Not yet, babe, go back to sleep.”
“If you think I am going to waste a minute of this with sleep, you’ve already lost your mind.”
I raise up resting on my elbow. “What would you say if I asked you to marry me today?”
Her lips curve into the most delicious of smiles. “Do you mean that or are you just asking hoping to get lucky again?”
“Maybe a little of both,” I tease.
She rolls away grabbing the clock on the nightstand.
“Two hours. Think we have time?” She cocks her brow at me.
“Let’s find out,” I growl rolling her onto me.
She sinks her pussy down on my cock, and I could die right now the happiest of men.
Her breasts move with every roll of her hips. Her hands press down on my chest as she rides me hard and steady.
“Kurt...” Her movements stop.
“Yeah, babe, is something wrong?”
She frowns looking away from me. “I really have to pee.”
I smack her ass with a chuckle. “Go on.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “No, it's okay, I think I can hold it.”
“Fuck no, I don’t want you giving me no golden shower, woman.” I’m into kinky but not that freaky shit.
She nods and takes the sheet with her for a robe.
I wait a few minutes before grabbing my clothes and the box from my top dresser drawer. We can finish in the shower. When I bought her bracelet, I saw this ring, I wasn’t sure if or when I’d ever give it to her, but it just feels right.
I knock on the door before letting myself in.
“What are you doing?” She stares at me doe eyed with a toothbrush hanging from her bottom lip.
“I’m going to take a shower and fuck my woman one more time.” I grin and she starts to cry.
I sit my belongings on the toilet. “Don’t cry on me. I know I’m not much to look at, but damn I have a little pride.”
She goes to hit me losing the sheet. Her tears are replaced by her need for some modesty as she scrambles to cover up.
Grabbing her wrist with one hand I take away her toothbrush with the other in case she decides to use it as a weapon like her Gram, and that damn wicked spoon.
“Let me look at you. I wanna see you. I need to see all of you.”
Her breath catches in her throat as she stops squirming around, leaving the sheet on the floor where it belongs.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” I observe every curve, running my fingers over her skin, needing to touch every inch of her inside and out.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers against my lips.
Taking a shower is forgotten as her legs wrap around my waist. With her back to the wall, I thrust inside her, feeling so completely in love with this woman. So consumed by her.
Her fingers slide through my hair. “Uh, yes. Harder, Kurt,” she pants in my ear. I pull my head back a few inches and look deep into her brown eyes and ask her, “Will you marry me?”
“What?”
“You heard me. I love you.” I draw my cock out and slam back in. “Will you marry me?” I ask her one more time.
“Yes!”
As soon as that word leaves her lips, I’m cumming harder than I ever have.
Christa
Biting my thumbnail, I can’t believe I’m really doing this, that we are going through with this. Kurt will be sentenced in less than thirty minutes, and we are waiting for JT to get to the courthouse with Grammy, so I can marry this man.
My stomach is in knots.
I never dreamed I’d be propositioned for marriage while being fucked against the bathroom wall of a biker club. A smile plays on my lips remembering how it felt when he popped the question—heaven on earth.
Fidgeting with the rock on my left hand is bittersweet. Happiest day of my life happens to also be the saddest.
I don’t even have a dress, not that it matters. I’m perfectly content in my black pants and red blouse. Kurt teased me and said I was getting married in Black Rebel Riders’ colors.
“Having second thoughts? It’s okay if you aren’t ready, babe. We can call this off. I’ll understand,” Kurt says trying to keep it together, wearing the ghost of a smile on his face.
I take a deep breath afraid that everything that I want to say is going to tumble out and sound all wrong.
“I love you. You know that don’t you?”
“As I love you,” he speaks so softly for such a hard man. “But...”
“No buts, Kurt, I’m ready to do this. I told you I’ll wait for you. I know no other man could ever do. I gave you my heart to keep.” I grab him by his collar. “You’re it for me.”
He closes the gap between our lips with a primal kiss meant to be shared behind closed doors. His teeth slide across my lip and I go weak in the knees.
“Save that for after,” a hoarse voice calls out. Gram is snickering as she approaches us. I’m, so glad she’s here, I could use some of her strength today.
In front of Kurt’s lawyer, my Gram, JT, and the Justice of the Peace we say I do.
It’s over in a matter of minutes. A few promises of forever and signing on the dotted lines, I’m Mrs. Kurt Preston.
There’s no time for any congratulations or sneaking off for a minute to ourselves. No time to let it soak in that we’re married now.
His lawyer is ushering us down the hall to another courtroom. The room that holds my lover’s fate. His lawyer has been trying to get him a shorter sentence. Supposedly the judge owes him a favor and loves him some Black Rebel moonshine. I can only hope he holds true to his word. It isn’t like Perry has anyone pressing the matter. I never met any of his family. My mom never mentioned them. I won’t be surprised if she shows here today and makes a scene. But knowing her, she’s probably already got herself a new man.
Knowing what’s coming doesn’t make this day any easier.
Kurt’s lips brush across my knuckles. “I love you,” he promises with unshed tears in his eyes.
I try to hold his hand a second longer, but he pulls away, leaving me feeling so cold. So alone. So empty.
“Kurt,” I gasp his name as he walks away and to the table in the front of the room where he has to sit.
He doesn’t look back and it kills me. I don’t blame him though. I wouldn’t want to look back either.
Gram and JT sit on either side of me for support. I don’t know if I can stay. My feet are begging me to run.
My emotions eat at me as my fear sets in.
What’s going to happen to him on the inside without his brothers by his side and at his back? I know he’s served time before, but he wasn’t part of an MC then. He could be targeted by their enemies on the inside. All of these thoughts are running through my mind. I’m scared for what the future will hold.
Did he marry me on a whim?
I’d like to believe he married me because he loves me, but that could change while he’s serving time.
Just when I think I am out of steam Truth, Amy, and Liberty appear with a few other brothers and top bitches.
Amy squeezes my shoulder as they take a seat behind me. “Sorry we’re late. I was afraid you would be here alone.”
I can only smile and bite back my tears. Kurt promised his club family would have my back, our back.
“All Rise,” the court bailiff announces.
The judge tells us to be seated and he begins without wasting any time.
Gram lets me squeeze her tired boney hand. This is it.
“In the case of the commonwealth versus Kurt Preston, we the court find you guilty of murder in the second degree and hereby sentence you to serve five years, with the possibility of parole in three years. I’ve been made aware that you have chosen to surrender today.”
I knew the words were coming, but I still feel like I’m drowning in the middle of a nightmare. My heart is broken as cuffs are placed around his wrists. His hands come up and he blows me a brief final kiss before being led away.
“Kurt!” I call out his name in a strangled sob. His head whips around. His sad eyes meeting mine. “I love you.”
The officer jerks him through the door before he can say he loves me too.
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JT
I’ve never seen my sister so devastated. Today just fucking sucks. I just dropped her and Gram off at the house. Inkman gave me the day off to spend with my family, but Christa wants to be alone. I wish there was something more I could do for her. I wish I could take her pain away.
I’m not good at helping people in need. All I manage to do is make shit worse.
I thought I was helping Dawn; she has a secret that she guards with her life. It’s eating away at her. She’s so consumed in her own darkness that she can’t see what’s right in front of her—me.
She’s my beautiful broken girl with hair just like honey. However, there’s nothing sweet about her. She’s all spice. I should go patch things up with Dawn, but I’m not sure I want to. Instead, I drive to the scrapyard to see my big brother and see if he needs a hand.
I started working here at first, but when Rebel saw my artwork, he said the yard wasn’t my place. He talked to Inkman for me and the rest was history.
I never thought much about tattooing before. I had fucked around and given a few friends some ink back when I was in school, but nothing serious.
Now I feel like I have a purpose, like I could really have something, and carve out a place for myself.
A few weeks ago, I was all about pussy and fun. I still love both those things, but I see the bigger picture. I see the life I could have when I look at Rebel and his wife Chelle. They got a good thing going.
I want that too.
I guess Dawn is too young to want the same things that I do. There’s nothing wrong with her having a good time and finding her way, but she’s partying a little too hard. Becoming too dependent on the shit to get through the day.
She’s got a bad problem.
I ignore a third text from her begging me to come get her.
If I don’t give in, she can’t get high. At least not with my help.
I park my truck near the office and leave my phone in the cab, so I’m not tempted to go pick her up.
“JT, brother, what brings ye by. Surely you aren’t missing this place?” Rebel calls from the doorway with tired eyes.
Dude looks like he could use some sleep. Deep lines halo his eyes. Under his bottom lashes his skin is puffy and white.
“Looks like you could use a nap,” I observe.
“Rough night, but I’m good.” He steps aside as I escape my problems for a little while and shoot the shit.
“Want to talk about it?” I take the chair behind the desk and he kicks back on the couch like he’s in therapy. Dawn could probably use therapy, but I know better than to bring it up to her. She’d just get pissed and pick a fight.
“Ye ever just get a feeling that something ain’t right?” I nod sure, everyone does at times. “I just had this weird feeling. I kept thinking about my brother, my other brother.” His eyes casts in my direction.
“The one who died.”
“Yeah, man, the one who died,” he says in a somber tone. He stays quiet for a minute, thinking, probably about his brother. “Enough about me though. Why are you really here?” He grins wide sitting up.
“Honey, she’s going through something, I don’t know what, but it’s nothing good.”
“Aww girl trouble. Romeo’s girl. Got yourself a real wild one. You can see it in her eyes. I know that look, she’s got that rebellious streak in her that Baby had.”
“Who’s Baby,” I interrupt.
“She was Grim’s daughter. My brother’s old lady. For some time, she had her eyes set on me.” He shakes his head. “Damn, man, she was crazy. Always looking for a good time and the next best thing. She was never satisfied, but she was something.” He smiles and stands up reaching me his phone.
Looking down at the screen I see what he means. There are two chicks in the picture. Looks like the one with blonde hair was getting married or something, but the redhead, she has fire in her eyes. Like if you touch her, you’ll get burned by her heat.
“Who’s this other chick, the sweet one?”
My brother frowns, lines creasing in his forehead and around his mouth. “That was my wife, Rumor. Her name was Sarah.”
“Was, did something happen to her?”
“Yeah, she was murdered.”
“No shit?” I look at her smiling face once more and hand his phone back. “That’s fucked up.”
He goes on to tell me a little about her, and I can’t picture him being married to a chick like that—a goody goody. I would’ve thought he’d chose the redhead, the fiery one.
“So you know my history. Are you sure you want me to sponsor you?”
I think hard on his words. His story sucks, but he’s got a wife and family now. He’s got what I never had growing up.
“Yeah, man. I do.”
“Piece of advice, brother to brother. Let go of Dawn. She’s not the girl for you. When you find the one, you’ll know.”
“Yeah, that’s what my sister said.”
I know I need to do something about Dawn, but what?