Rhys: Lost Breed MC Series: Book 7 Read online

  This guy that Nancy had been seeing, Kyle, was a real piece of work. He’d put a bad taste in my mouth the very first time I met him, and try as I might, I couldn’t seem to get Nancy to see what I saw in him. She was enamored with his smile and bright blue eyes. I understood that. But when a person showed you their true colors, it didn’t matter how pretty their eyes were or how cut their body was. He was an asshole, plain and simple, and my girl deserved better than that.

  I got to the Witch in eight minutes and went inside as I took off my helmet. I tucked it under my arm and peered around. The place was packed. Saturdays were their busy nights, and after ten o’clock, they moved some of their tables aside to make room for a dance floor. That space was currently occupied by at least fifty people who were all swaying to the loud music in the bar.

  I cut around the edge of the dance floor and spotted Kyle at the bar. He was with two other guys, and they were tossing back shots of what I could only assume was tequila. Fuck him for thinking he could drink himself stupid and then drive Nancy home. Fuck him for being the sort of person who was willing to endanger everyone else on the road.

  Had Nancy not been there and in need of my help, I would have marched right up to him and given him a piece of my mind. But she was there. And she did need my help.

  So I kept walking through the bar until I found her sitting in one of the corners at a booth by herself.

  She looked up when I stood beside her and tapped her on the shoulder.

  She deflated like a balloon with relief. “Oh, thank God you’re here. I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it in time.”

  “He’s still doing shots at the bar,” I said.

  “Oh.”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before he sees you leaving.”

  Nancy hurried along behind me. She was dressed inappropriately to be on the back of my motorcycle, but we were shit out of luck. I had on the proper attire: black jeans, a black tee, leather jacket, and black combat boots. Nancy had on nude pumps and a skin-tight coral-colored dress.

  We pushed between people who were crowded in front of the front doors, smoking cigarettes. I hollered at the stubborn ones to get the hell out of the way.

  “Where are you two off to in such a hurry?” one guy called after us.

  “Nice ass!” another one yelled at me.

  I rolled my eyes and kept marching, tugging Nancy along behind me across the parking lot.

  She stopped in her tracks when she saw the bike. “You don’t have your car?”

  I held up the helmet I’d had tucked under my arm the whole time. “Did you not notice I was holding this?”

  “I—I did. I just didn’t put two and two together until now.” She looked down at her dress and pulled it a little lower down her thighs. It inched right back up. “I don’t think this is suitable for riding on the back of a motorcycle.”

  “Oh, it’s definitely not,” I told her. I was unable to stop myself from smiling. “But you’re shit out of options, sweetheart. Here, put this on.” I held the helmet out to her.

  “What are you going to wear?”

  “I have thick hair.”

  Nancy rolled her eyes at me. “This isn’t safe.”

  “No, it’s not. But we need to get you out of here. And it’s a short ride. I’ll drive safely. I promise. Now put it on so we can get the hell out of here.”

  Nancy bit her bottom lip but eventually conceded. She pulled my helmet down over her perfectly styled chin-length black hair and flipped the visor open. I helped her do up the chin strap, and then I got on the bike.

  “Okay, get on,” I told her.

  She climbed up behind me.

  And then someone was screaming her name.

  I looked back over my shoulder as Kyle and his two buddies exploded out of the bar. He knocked over two smokers as he barrelled across the patio and then hit the pavement of the parking lot.

  “Get your fucking ass back here!” he bellowed.

  I revved the engine. She purred like a kitten.

  Nancy threw her arms around my waist and screamed at me to drive.

  There was no need to tell me twice. I revved the engine one last time—just to taunt Kyle the dickhead—and then launched forward. Nancy shrieked in my ear out of surprise and pressed herself as firmly against my back as she could.

  I watched Kyle run after us in my mirror as I drove out of the parking lot and hit the road. I drove fast until we were out of sight and then slowed right down to the speed limit.

  It was agonizingly slow.

  I didn’t want to scare Nancy. She’d already had a rough night as it was, and me showing off and riding how I usually did wouldn’t make her feel at ease. So, I took it easy and drove back to my place, which I realized I was probably going to be sharing with my best friend tonight.

  Yay for going back to having a roommate again at twenty-seven years old.

  Chapter 3

  Rhys

  Her hair was braided. She knew how much I liked it when it was plaited like that down her back, right to the middle of her spine. As I followed her into her bedroom, it swished gently across her back, and I could smell her shampoo lingering in her wake; roses and cucumber and mint.

  She was wearing a thin silk camisole and a pair of black panties that said “Spank Me” on the ass—which was firm and perky as she went straight to the bed, got on her knees, and bent over for me.

  The blonde braid down her back fell over her shoulder, and the end of it grazed the top of her white bedding. She looked back at me, fixed me with her hazel eyes, and ran her tongue along her upper lip.

  “Are you coming?” she asked. Her voice sounded far away. Or like it was underwater.

  But I nodded and went to her. I ran one finger up the back of her calf and then her thigh. She giggled as goose bumps bloomed on her milky soft skin.

  “Always such a tease, Rhys,” she whispered. Her voice was breathy now. Needy.

  Quinn.

  My Quinn. The girl who drove me wild just by looking at me. She’d had me wrapped around her finger since the first time I laid eyes on her, and here she was, bent over in front of me, ass up, ready to be fucked within an inch of her life.

  That was how she always liked to be fucked.

  I grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed. She was mostly muscle and a bit of fat. The perfect handful. She wiggled her hips and pressed back until her ass met my crotch. Another soft giggle left her as she hung her head and rolled her hips in my lap, grinding against my stiffening cock beneath my boxers.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she pleaded.

  I slapped her ass.

  Quinn yelped and jerked forward. I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back. She proceeded to roll her hips against me until her panties had soaked through with her wetness. Quinn was down to fuck anytime, anywhere.

  I hooked my thumbs in her panties and pulled them down. I left them around her knees and soaked in the sight of her bare pussy. So perfect. So juicy.

  As I was staring, she reached back between her legs to rub herself. Watching her fingers roll across her dripping wet opening and then massage her own clit had me panting. I pulled my boxers off and gripped my shaft to slowly start working myself over as I watched her.

  She eased a finger inside her pussy. A sigh left her lips as she pulled it back out and spread her lips for me. An invitation.

  I stepped toward her and planted my legs on either side of hers. Her knees were pinched together from her panties, and she tried to look back at me as I slid the meaty head of my cock up her slit.

  I held her head in place by grabbing onto the top of her braid, right at the base of her neck. She let out a startled yelp, which morphed into a contented sigh as I pushed her down on the bed.

  I held her there as I eased myself inside her.

  Her moan was sharp. I didn’t stop. I pushed in. She gripped the bedding on either side of herself. I kept going until I had my entire leng
th buried deep inside her, and then I held it, waiting for her to adjust to me.

  Her fingers loosened their hold on the sheets.

  “That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Take it.”

  “Holy fuck,” I breathed as I sat bolt upright in bed.

  My body was sticky with sweat. My blankets clung to my skin as I struggled to extract myself from the sweaty mess.

  My cock was rock hard, and my balls were aching.

  “Son of a bitch,” I hissed.

  It had been a few weeks since I’d had a dream that intense about Quinn. Aiden bringing her up the other day at the bar had probably triggered this one. It had felt so incredibly real—so visceral—that I almost believed it was real.

  Almost.

  I padded from my bed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I gave it about twenty seconds to warm up, tore open the shower curtain, and stepped over the edge of the tub. The water wasn’t quite hot yet, but I didn’t give a damn. I needed to take care of business before my balls burst.

  I gripped my aching cock and braced myself against the back wall of the shower. My shoulder blades bit into the tiles, but it didn’t matter. I ran my hand up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure, and closed my eyes.

  I pictured Quinn.

  I pictured her just how she had been in my dream: in that little silky camisole and those panties that made her ass look so good. Then I pictured her out of the panties. I thought of her tight little pussy and how she was always the good girl for me. She had no limits. She’d let me do whatever I wanted, and every time, she came back for more. She was a wild one in the bedroom, there was no denying it, and I’d never been with a girl who could ride dick the way she did.

  She was a marvel.

  I gritted my teeth when my balls clenched. I trained my thoughts back to the curve of her legs. Her ass. Those damn lips of hers and how they puckered when she used to suck me off. Those eyes. How she would watch me when my dick was in her throat and her own fingers were swirling over her clit and—

  I came hard and fast. I grunted with the force of it and relished in the relief after I was done. No blue balls for me. Hell fucking no.

  After my shower, I dressed in a pair of jeans, a black Henley, my Blundstones, and my Lost Breed leather jacket. I pulled my dark gray beanie over my still damp brown hair. I’d need something to ward off the chill.

  Then I got on my bike and drove out to the little diner not far down the road from Axel’s auto shop. Derek was already there, leaning up against his truck, watching me as I parked my bike and got off. I took off my helmet, pulled my beanie out of my back jeans pocket, and pulled it on.

  “Hey there, pretty boy,” Derek said as he pushed himself off the side of his truck to fall into step beside me as we walked up to the front doors of the diner.

  “Morning,” I said as I tugged the door open. Derek went in ahead of me, and we moved to the back to pick out our usual booth. The waitress came over and filled up our coffee mugs for us. She gave me a flirty smile before leaving.

  Derek waggled his eyebrows at me. “You know, I’m pretty sure she’s got the hots for you. You should ask for her number. How long has it been since you, you know, went to pound town?”

  “How old are you? Sixteen? Who the hell says, ‘pound town’?”

  “This guy.” Derek grinned, pointing at his own chest with both thumbs.

  I shook my head at him. “Poor Evelyn.”

  Derek shrugged. “She knows my foul mouth is all part of my charm.”

  “Right. Just like your humble attitude?”

  “You know it,” Derek said before sipping his coffee. He burned his tongue.

  I snorted. “Serves you right.”

  “Somebody’s moody today,” Derek said as he crossed his arms and leaned his elbows on the table. “What’s got your panties in a bunch? Maybe you really should ask the waitress to let you—”

  “Stop,” I said, cutting him off. He was right. I wasn’t in the best mood, and sitting around talking about fucking the poor waitress wasn’t helping things. She was pretty, and if my heart wasn’t still so damaged from the last girl I’d been with, I might have taken his suggestion and asked for her number.

  But my heart was fucked up. It had been pulverized over the last eight months. I didn’t want to backslide.

  Derek stirred some creamer into his coffee while scowling into it like he blamed it for burning him. “I was only throwing it out there. You need someone to take care of you, man. I want you to find your Evelyn.”

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered.

  “What?”

  “Relax, Casanova. I’m doing fine on my own. If I wanted a woman, I’d be looking for one, all right? But I don’t. There’s been enough change in my life over the last little while. Now that things are finally settling into a calm rhythm, I’m not interested in throwing a wrench into the mix. Women are complicated.”

  “You could say that again,” Derek said.

  The waitress came back and took our breakfast orders. My mouth was watering after putting in my request for hash browns, eggs, toast, and sausage. She left us to our conversation, and Derek was the first to speak.

  “Do you think you’d ever go back to Chicago?”

  I blinked at him. “Why do you ask?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wonder if you’re happy here sometimes. I know it’s a big change of pace for you. I mean, you went from running your own MC in Chicago to coming here, where you answer to Ryder. It must be strange.”

  “Not really.”

  Derek eyed me over his coffee mug. “Liar.”

  “Sure, it was strange at first, but now? I don’t know. It’s kind of nice not being the one to call the shots, you know? There’s a sort of freedom in it. Besides, there’s nothing in Chicago for me except for bad memories.”

  Derek nodded. “I hear you. I just wanted to make sure, I guess. For the record, you and your boys fit in well. Everyone likes you guys. Ryder especially. Mind you, he never would have lived to meet his own child had it not been for you.”

  I still had a scar from the bullet that went through my bicep to remind me of that night in the alley with Isaac Reed and his brother. I still had the memory of blowing a hole through his forehead, too.

  I shifted in my seat. “Well, it worked out well for everyone.”

  “Everyone except Isaac.”

  I smirked. “Yeah, well, fuck that guy.”

  Derek snickered. “Amen.”

  Chapter 4

  Quinn

  I yawned and cracked my back when I woke up on Sunday morning. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone said my name.

  My eyes shot open, and I found myself staring at Nancy, who was curled up on her side, facing me with one arm tucked under her pillow. Well, my pillow, to be specific.

  “Sorry,” Nancy said.

  “It’s okay,” I mumbled as I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes to try to rub the sleep out of them. “What time is it?”

  “Eight.”

  “How long have you been awake?” I asked.

  “Since around five.”

  I blinked my eyes open and stared at her. “What? You should have woken me up. I could have kept you company or something. Or made you breakfast. Or—”

  “It’s okay, Quinn. Really. It was nice to just lay here and feel safe. Thanks again for coming to get me last night. I appreciate it.”

  I nodded. “You know you can call on me for anything. I’ll always be here for you.”

  “I know. And I’ll always be here for you, too.”

  I patted her knee before sitting up and indulging in one last stretch. “Come on. Let’s get up and make some coffee. I think I have stuff in the fridge to whip up a good breakfast.”

  “Can I borrow some clothes? All I have is my dress from last night.”

  “Of course. Sweats and pajama pants are in the top drawer of the dresser. Tanks and tees in the middle. Pullovers beneath that.” I r
olled out of bed and padded to the bathroom, where I went about my lady business, washed my face, and tucked the loose strands of my braid back into place.

  I went back into my bedroom and changed into a pair of gray sweats and an oversized tee, and then I made my way into the kitchen where Nancy was already scooping ground coffee beans into my French press. The kettle was on the stove, and the element beneath it was already turning bright red as it warmed up.

  “I can either make us protein pancakes or eggs and toast,” I said. “Do you have a preference?”

  “Pancakes,” Nancy said. There was no hesitation there. “Is it the chocolate protein you buy?”

  I winked. “It can be.”

  Nancy smiled. It was a sad sort of smile. I knew this was going to be rough on her. She’d been optimistic about Kyle, despite my many warnings, and after I’d resolved to letting her figure it out on her own, I think she actually started to believe that she and him might really work long term.

  It was a ludicrous thought to me because the guy was such a dick head, but hey, no one could help who they fell in love with.

  I knew that better than almost anyone.

  I started whipping up the pancakes as Nancy hovered around the stove, waiting for the kettle to boil. When it did, she poured the water over the beans in the press, gave the concoction a good stir, and put the lid and plunger on top.

  She braced herself on the counter and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

  “Well, I have an idea.”

  “Please tell me.”

  “When you’re ready, the two of us will go back to yours and Kyle’s place. We’ll pack up your shit one day while he’s at work, and we’ll bring it back here. You can stay here as long as you like. We’ve lived together before. Why not do it again?”

  Nancy bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Thank you, Quinn.”

  “You’d do the same for me.”