The bikers bunny, p.1
The Biker's Bunny, page 1
Copyright © 2023 by Glenna Maynard
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.
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Contents
Author’s Note
. Chapter
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
Bonus Scene
Dear Reader,
About Glenna
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
Author’s Note
The Biker’s Bunny is book 12 of my Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV series. This story features Static and Rosie. These two characters were introduced in The Biker’s Baby, (book 10).
For best enjoyment I would suggest that this series is read in order, though it isn’t necessary.
Enjoy the ride and happy reading!
Glenna
Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV
The Biker's Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker's Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Bewitching The Biker
The Biker's Cherry
Claiming The Biker
The Biker's Baby
Loving The Biker
The Biker's Bunny
Taming The Biker
Trusting The Biker
The Biker Next Door
The Biker’s Bunny
She knows her role.
Brothers of the club don't fall for girls like her.
She's a club bunny.
Disposable.
Easy.
Replaceable.
Until she meets him.
Static is a nomad with a mysterious past.
This is his story.
Chapter One
The Past
“Be good, mi hijo. Watch your hermano,” my mother whispers, softly. Her palm caresses the top of my head. The scent of lavender washes over me as she leans down to kiss my forehead, then Benicio’s. My baby brother.
“¿Cuándo vuelves?” I question when she’ll return. I stare past her and out the window. The orange glow of the pole light signals that it’s nighttime. She does this often. Leaves us alone in the middle of the night to go to work.
“Te prometo que volveré pronto.” Soon, she promises. She pats my head, leaving us alone in a roach infested motel room. It’s not the first time or the last. The muscles of my stomach tighten and clench as the deep growl of hunger roars. My brother and I were put to bed hungry. It’s nothing new. I chew the inside of my cheek, debating whether or not I want to risk waking Beni. He can’t help it, but my brother is a crybaby. Always whining for food or for me to play with him.
Things weren’t so bad till he came along. I didn’t go as hungry, and we had a nicer motel room. It’s not his fault. Though sometimes I hate him for existing. I get stuck having to care for him.
The hunger pangs deepen, and I scowl at Beni as he sleeps peacefully, unaware that Mom can’t afford to feed us. He at least got milk earlier. All that was left for me was some tap water out of the bathroom sink. Sometimes Mom hides crackers. She says we can’t keep much here, or the roaches will get in it. I told her she should move us to a better place, and she backhanded me.
Sometimes she gets me cereal from the food pantry. Except it’s always stale and old.
I hate it here.
Mom’s been gone two days and Beni won’t stop crying. Someone keeps knocking at our door, but Mom told me not to open it for anyone but her. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I wish she’d come back.
I wrap my arms around my brother, begging him to be quiet. I tried turning the volume up on the Tv to drown out his cries, but that only made him worse. I rock him back and forth the best I can like Mom did when he was smaller and fussing all the time. I’m not as successful in my attempt.
The voices outside our door grow louder. Someone’s shouting and beating the door so hard the window rattles as though it may break. The door opens and some greasy dude who works here stares at my brother and me with pity in his eyes.
A police officer enters the room. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, taking in the state of our living conditions. “You’re going to be okay.” He offers me a smile and a candy bar.
It’s the first of many lies.
“Where are you taking my brother?” I run toward the woman carrying Benicio away from me. Beni howls at the top of his lungs, red faced and snotty. His dark hair that matches my own curls around his ears. His chubby cheeks stained with tears. He reaches over her shoulder. His hands outstretched, unable to reach me.
“He’s dehydrated. I’m taking him to a doctor.”
“I want my mom.”
“I’m sorry. That’s just not possible. Someone will be here to get you soon, okay?” The woman beams at me, but there’s nothing kind behind her eyes. All I see are her unspoken lies.
I kick at the legs of the desk in front of me. “Necesito ver a mi mamá.” I want to see my mom.
“Stop that,” a grouchy man barks at me as he types on his computer. “I don’t know what you’re saying. Speak English. I know you can.”
“What about my brother?” I’ve not seen him since that lady took him.
“Son, your mother has been detained. I’m trying to locate a relative. Do you know your father’s name? Does your mom have any friends?”
I scowl at him. I’m not telling him anything. Mom always warned me about strangers and that one day we may be separated. She promised that we’d find each other again if it happened.
He presses a button on his phone. “Joyce?”
“Yeah, Bob?”
“Can you take him to get a sandwich or something?”
A minute later, the office door opens to a heavyset lady who wears too much perfume. Her shoes squeak on the floor as she walks. She smacks her lips together, chewing her bubble gum. A big bubble forms between the O of her lips, then pops. “Come on. Do you like peanut butter and jelly?”
The growl of my stomach responds before I can shake my head.
Present Day
Location Unknown
“Dad!” Letti squeals as the front door slings open.
My girl runs at me, nearly knocking me on my ass. Damn, she’s grown. “What’s this Dad business?” I glance toward the porch where Alisha stands with her hands on her hips, looking ticked off. Nothing new there. I had no business marrying her, but I wanted to do right by her and the kid.
“Xavier,” she mutters with pure disdain. Can’t blame her. I’m a shit husband.
Always on the road. Rarely available. She has no problem spending the money I transfer into her account each month, though. Gave her the house when we separated. One level, three bedrooms, two baths, with a two-car garage, and an in-ground pool. I make sure they always have the best. Alisha drives a top-rated SUV, and I made sure she has high end appliances. Nothing is too good for my girl and that means nothing is too good for her mother. As long as she’s raising my daughter, I’ll provide her with a good life.
I grin down at Letti as she hugs me tighter. Her dark eyes and dimples match mine, but the rest of her is all Alisha. Blonde hair, light skin, long legs. Got her mom’s attitude, too.
“Mom just made dinner.”
Alisha rolls her eyes but waves me inside.
The scent of chili attacks my senses. “Smells good in here.” My wife and I may not always see eye to eye, but I give credit where it’s due. The woman is a damn good mom. Our daughter is her entire world.
“We were just about to eat. I’ll grab you a bowl. What are you drinking?”
“How spicy did you make it?”
Her brows shoot up like she’s wondering why I’m bothering to ask. Letti has a stomach made of ste
“Take some milk.”
I pull up a seat and am waited on like a king. Letti pours me a glass of milk while Alisha fixes me a bowl. Our relationship isn’t ideal, but it works. I roll into town and stay a few days, weeks, or months until the open road calls my name. Alisha has come to understand and respect that I’m never gonna be steady in the sense of working a nine to five, but I’m unchanging. I’m static. She knows what she’s getting. A man who supports her but can’t be held down by the conformities of society.
Letti fills me in on the latest ongoings of sixth grade. She has a new best friend and joined the academic team. My baby is a mathlete.
“Go on and get washed up for bed.”
“But…”
“No, but to it.”
“Listen to your mother. I’ll drop you at school in the morning.”
Letti beams at the news and darts down the hall.
Alisha clears the table while I light up a smoke. “Wish you’d do that outside.”
“You gonna act like you’re not happy I’m here.” I slide a hand around her waist.
Alisha may hate me most of the time, but she loves my cock.
Never turns me down.
We’ve tried for another kid a few times, but it wasn’t in the cards. We only had Letti because we were young and dumb. Both of us drug addicts who couldn’t get our shit together until Alisha told me she was pregnant. Knocking her up probably saved both our lives. I didn’t give a fuck about much other than doing whatever job Merc sent my way to support our habit. But then we learned we were going to be parents, and I knew my kid wasn’t going to be born addicted to drugs.
We both got sober, and I started taking on bigger jobs and making a name for myself when trying to work a regular job couldn’t support a family of three.
I thought we could make it work and, in most ways, we have.
We fucked our relationship up, but I think the bitch gets off on having her cake and eating it too when Daddy comes to town.
“You still fucking that pretty boy from your gym?”
“That’s none of your business.”
I tighten my grip on her hip and rub my cock against her tight ass. “You were sayin’?” My lips brush along her neck and she shuts off the dishwater.
“How long are you in town?”
“Gotta ride out in a couple of days. Wanted to check on my girls first.” I drop my cigarette in the sink as my wife turns into me.
“I’m not your girl.”
“Babe, you got my name. You’re the mother of my child. You’re always going to be one of my girls.”
“Ha.” She laughs in my face, knowing I’m not faithful, but neither is she. I shut her down with a kiss.
“You gonna welcome me home or not?” I tug on a strand of her silky blonde hair.
“Once Letti is asleep. Where are you off to this time?”
“Back East.” Got the call I’ve been waiting for. One of my contacts put me in touch with Slick. Dude is good at finding people and making them disappear. He says my brother is in West Virginia. Been searching for him for years only to find out he’s a fucking Royal Bastard too. Must run in our blood.
“How long will you be there?”
“Not sure. Why are you so interested?”
“Her birthday is coming up. She’s going to be disappointed if you’re not here.”
“You know how it goes, babe.”
“Yeah. Figures.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. Maybe I’ll invite my friend for dinner. Introduce him to Letti.”
I press her into the counter, against the sink. “Long as my ring is on your finger, only man in this house is me. Only man my daughter sees you with is also me. I don’t bring my women around.”
She scoffs. “That would require you coming around.”
“I do right by you.”
“Maybe you should go.”
“I thought we were cool, Lisha.”
“Ice cold, baby.” She breathes against my lips.
I wrap a fist around her hair and take her mouth, thrusting my tongue between the part of her lips. I hear the shower start up. Letti takes long showers. Stands there till the hot water runs out. Been like that since she was six.
I lift on Alisha’s hips and her legs go around me as she cradles her arms around my neck. Down the hall, we go to the bedroom. I toss her on the bed and undo my belt. “On them knees for me, Lisha.”
Bitch is practically panting to have me fill that smart mouth.
Chapter Two
I’ve always known my husband wasn’t like other men. That he had this darkness swirling in his eyes and deep in his heart. He’s never directed that anger at me, but it’s driven us apart. There’s this wall between us that might as well be an ocean. I keep crashing against his shores, only to be violently dragged back to sea every time he walks out the door. Every time he chooses a life on the road over our family and the life we’ve made, it’s another knife in my chest. Another anchor dragging my heart into the depths of unchartered waters.
I’m drowning with no rescue in sight.
I don’t know what more I can do to save this marriage. To keep him in Letti’s life. I love Xavier so much so that I’ve given him every part of me until I’ve grown into a woman I hate. A woman who seeks attention elsewhere when he’s gone. I don’t hide the fact that I sleep with other men from my husband any more than he does the same with the women he fucks while on the road. I’m not an idiot.
He’s not only fucking me once in a blue moon and not getting his from others. We have an understanding that he’s to be safe. Use protection. Not getting emotionally involved. If he fell in love with another woman, that would destroy me.
I lay in our bed waiting for him night after night, wondering when he’ll come home. Praying that each time will be the last job. He says he sleeps elsewhere for our safety. One of many lies wrapped in a shred of truth. The man I married is known as a nomad biker, but he’s much more than that. He’s a killer for hire, and yet I don’t despise him for it.
He has his reasons, and I don’t question them. I know my place well enough. What he expects from me, and I try so hard to give it to him. To be a good wife. A great mother to our daughter. I’ve dedicated my whole being to my family.
The shower stops and moments later, the bathroom door opens. There he is. The man I fell wildly and madly in love with. Water droplets glisten on his naked chest. The towel slung around his waist drawing my gaze straight to his happy trail. That dark patch of hair that leads between his hips and thighs to his big dick. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he’s a hard-edged killer who has no remorse for the lives he’s taken.
Xavier has a sexy smile. Dark hair you can run your fingers through and even darker eyes to get lost in. All I see is the handsome man I fell so hard for. The man I married and created a daughter with. Unlike her father, Letti doesn’t have a violent bone in her body. She shares some of his features. Like those dark eyes and them deep dimples that can melt the iciest of hearts when she smiles.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How our daughter favors me more than you. How much I miss the way we used to be.”
“We’re still us.” he drops his towel, only wearing his devious grin in return, flashing those damn dimples at me I can’t resist. Not now. Not ever.
“You know what I mean.”
“There’s a lot between us, but I’m here now.”
I stare at him and can’t help the jealousy rising beneath the surface. “Do you have another woman?” He’s just got here and already he’s leaving us.
“Can barely handle you and Letti. Why would I want another woman riding my ass and giving me the stink eye?”
“You seem different.”
“In what way?” His knee drops to the bed as his hardening length juts out toward my face.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, losing interest in our conversation. I wet my lips as he strokes himself.
Sex has never been a problem in our relationship. It’s the mundane daily life that screws us up. My hubby can’t sit still. The open road calls to him like a siren singing her song, luring sailors to their deaths. I’m terrified that one day he’ll walk out the door and never come back. That there will be a knock at the door telling me he’s gone.
