Bitches Never Die - A chapter reveal for Tami...


Tami -

A warm and heavy arm holds me captive from rolling over onto my stomach. Locked in place I get lost in thought over the last month and the changes in me and my world.

Solo cares for me on a level I need so much in my life. He breathes hope into a person that was barely there. He found the lost girl in me and showed her direction. Parts of me healed because of him and grew into the person I love too. It only takes one person to alter the beginning and he is that for me, my beginning to places I want to explore that I have never been able to before, love and trust that is unconditional and withstands all things. He will never let me go.

My mind jumps over to Pawn, and inside the deep heart of him there is love, but he’s trapped in some dark place that I can’t reach. I mourn to be the woman to go there and touch those pieces of his soul. But it can’t be me, and I have a feeling that no other person on this earth can help him, not even Solo. Not a person on this earth because this man is on his own. His own journey. When he finds the truth, he will be whole. Truth is, Pawn is loving, and he is the enemy that lies within. If we held onto us, we would go down in flames and get lost together. The pain would destroy me.

My heart knows where it belongs, and it’s trapped under the man who’s holding me right now. He believes in us and will protect what we have started to build. Solo is man built for a family.

I try to stretch my legs, but Solo’s weight is holding me in place. “It’s too early, go back to bed, blondie.” His early morning rasp is so damn sexy as it sends goosebumps over my skin, and I shiver under his touch. His morning wood grinds against my backside.

“I have work this morning, I have to get up and get showered.” I don’t even sound convincing to myself that work is more important than being right here with him.

“Not today. I texted Vegas and Dana.” He clears his throat, removing that sexy gravelly voice, “I’m taking you to Tahoe for your birthday, to the beach.” Solo squeezes me, “Happy twenty-first, blondie.”

His lips tenderly leave a lasting kiss not only on my shoulder but also on my heart. It takes me a minute before I can croak out even a single word past the rock that’s lodged in my throat. “How did you know it was my birthday?”

“I told you that you were mine. But I went through Vegas’ employee docs to find it.” He says it like that is a normal thing to do. With this crew, that is completely normal, I realize. To me, for some twisted reason, I love that he did that.

Against his protests, I turn over to face him and push him onto his back. His eyes open just as I begin to sink down on top of him. Something in me, even with how sore I am this morning, wants to feel the connection that I can find joining us together. I need to feel his love this way. My heart pours out so much emotion that words can’t be uttered to express the pounding in my heart. With every thrust I devour us and share what has been growing. I have a man with a heart of gold. I take him into my body and ride him slow and with purpose until he’s coming from what I do to him, and it feels like sweet luxury. I’ve taken what my heart desired and make no apologies for it.

With one last deep kiss, I roll off him, and together we take a hot shower. Intimacy so deep that I feel like a millionaire. He pulls me into his body the steaming water rinsing the night away, but the memories will last a lifetime. All the evidence of the girl I was yesterday stripped away, showcasing the woman I feel that I am today. We take turns and wash each other while our hands roam over every dip and curve.

My eyes burn at the affection Solo has given me. Never in my life have I felt that I belonged to anyone. I’ve been a castaway, alone, finding my way, looking for a home that’s filled with love. He sees the pain on my face. Gently, he runs his thumbs under my eyes, mixing the pain with the love. Something so bittersweet, a moment I will never forget. This moment I will remember the rest of my life. His tenderness and love.

“You are my home too, Tami. I have fallen in love with you. I will take care of you, for always and forever.” He sears his promise with a kiss to my lips. “We will have it all. Babies and a house, and maybe one day you will write stories about love.”

“I love you too, Michael, so much, and I want it all with you too.” My hands not only hold onto to him, but also onto his promise of a future, the best gift I could have ever been given on my birthday.

“I have something else for you too. It’s in the bag that I brought in last night.”

My eyes round in surprise and I quickly turn off the water, then grab us towels. I can’t remember the last time I was given a birthday present. “Hurry, I really want to see this.”

Solo shakes his head, laughing, and follows me out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. I sit on my bed and patiently wait, well, I try to sit patiently, as he stalks back toward me. I see that he has a manila envelope in his hand.

He’s holding it to his bare chest as he’s taking a deep breath. “I asked Blade and Spider for help with this. After they gave me the information, Tank went with me on a road trip a week ago. I wanted to check before I showed you this.” He holds out the envelope to me and, with shaking hands, I take it to open it; its contents falling into my lap.

At first, pain hits me when I take a good look at the first few pictures. Two young girls, terrified, living in a foster home. It’s Amanda and me. I run a finger over her face and then mine. Flipping to the next one, I find Amanda alone, walking down the sidewalk. My eyes look up to Solo and I pray he has a good story for me. “How did you know about her, Solo? You found her, right?”

“She’s good, Tami. When you all were brought to the clubhouse at first, Pawn and I took care of you all. I remember the day you had to tell Blade your story. You were really upset, and you were worried about your friend. You asked multiple times if we knew where she was. As a prospect, I didn’t know the details. I asked Spider about her recently and he knew. Because of what happened with her and the club, it could’ve blown back on us. Blade made sure that she was okay. Amanda’s had medical care, counseling, and whatever else she needed until she was on her feet. She’s okay, Blade killed the men who had taken her and the rest of the kids. She’s happy, Tami,” he finishes with conviction in his voice.

“Amanda is okay? She is doing good?” I know he just said that she was, but the piece of me that feared for years that she wasn’t has to hear it one more time.

“Good, Tami, she works as a receptionist at a bank and has a good life,” he nods, reassuring me. “When you are ready, I will take you to see her, if that is what you want?”

“Thank you. God, I just—” I pause waiting for my mind to catch up. “I can let go of the guilt now, but I don’t know if I can see her yet.” Dropping the papers on the bed, I get up and hug Solo tightly to my body.

He wraps his arms around me. “I will never let you live with pain or guilt. You know what, though? We have a beach waiting for us. Get your bathing suit and an overnight bag. It’s time we hit the road.”

“Yeah, a beach and all the sunshine,” the smile creeps up my face with every word. I push the worries away, knowing that I will have the time to sort through and adjust to all the changes later. A day in the sun sounds perfect, and hurriedly, I grab all the things I need.

Some part of me wonders if Pawn would have even thought of doing something with me today, my birthday, or if he even knows. I know I wouldn’t have been and I’m better off leaving this alone. Shoving the thoughts away, I concentrate on Solo and what I do have.

It doesn’t take me long to have my stuff packed in a backpack. Solo grins at me from his bike, “Are you wearing that sundress on my bike with your boots?”

“Sure, am.” I slide my body on tight behind his and tuck the dress under my ass, hoping it doesn’t loosen and fly up on the way there. Once I’m settled, I place a kiss to the back of his neck, “Thank you for today.” My arms hug him tight and my body warms with his love.

“I love you, Tami.” Solo squeezes my hand before he turns the bike on, and we take off onto a new journey.


***

The house in Tahoe is beautiful. It’s not a huge home, but it is right on the water. I take a few moments to walk around the rooms of the quaint log cabin, soaking it all in. He asked Vegas for the keys to her parents’ house and we’ll be spending the next two days here.

“Tami,” Solo hollers for me outside. Stepping through the sliding glass patio doors, I’m under attack. His hands are at the hem of my dress and is ripped up and over my head. My body is exposed to the sun and Solo’s gleaming eyes.

What surprises me isn’t what he did, but his exposed body in the daylight. Every dip into every muscle. His dark hair and lean strong body. I choke back my moan; my body knows the feel of him. We can see the ideas swirl between us. Solo leans forward, whispering in my ear, “Later, let’s get you tanned.” Regretfully, I follow him to the beach and help to set up our spot for the day.

Behind the house, there’s a private beach which is where we’ve spent the past several hours, soaking up the sun. Eating the hamburgers we brought with us and occasionally we jump in the water to cool off. I can’t stay in too long because the lake water is freezing. I run back to shore to warm my body in the sun. After I dry off, I lay down on my back, the hot sand seeping into my bones.

I can’t move from my spot, it is paralyzing. Not only from the heat of the sand but the hotness that walks up the beach dripping wet from his short swim. Fuck me, comes to mind. Solo’s stare is just as intense, and his walk looks to have a purpose and that is to join me.

He falls on top of me with his soaking wet, frigid to the touch body. A shriek leaves my body and I scramble to get away, but he doesn’t let me, pinning me beneath him. The laughter rolls freely from him.

Until it stops and my heart stops, our bodies ignite and the connection can’t be lost. His fingers graze my flesh at my sides until he tugs down my bikini top. Solo sucks and nips at my nipples but it is not enough. My legs wrap around his ass and pull him in close. My hips grinding against his stiff cock.

“More,” I breathlessly beg for him to free himself for me.

The disappointment is palpable when he pushes himself back, “No.” I try, but he doesn’t listen and has his own ideas. His strength is no match for mine no matter how much I want it to happen. Solo positions himself between my legs and moves my bottoms to the side.

He dives in and devours my pussy like he has never had it before. His tongue is caressing with quick strokes over my clit. I pant looking up to the sun trying to catch my breath. My body reactions to him are quick and my body tightens with every stroke of his tongue. Solo doesn’t stop until my body gives him what he wants my submission to the pleasure, and I come undone. Then I feel free to relax.

He crawls back up my body and shoves his shorts down just enough for his rock-hard dick to enter me, holding my bikini to the side. At first the sting is too intense and the burn from the intrusion makes my eyes water. My nails dig into his skin at his back. Solo’s growl hums through him and into me. Everything can be felt between us.

He won’t be stopped, taking what he craves from me and body. His hips rock in and out keeping a pace that moves as fast as each one of his breaths. My body begins to relax around his cock the acceptance turns into pleasure and I moan wanting more of him. Then Solo turns up the heat more, he grips my hip and takes it all. Hammering into me until we both crumble and come together.

“Fuck, Tami, it’s never enough,” he rasps at my lips taking them in a kiss. His fingers running over my tits and pulls the top back up still while slowly rocking into me. “I want my cum in your hot little pussy all the time.”

His dick begins to soften, and only then does he pull out and adjust his clothing back into place. I never dreamed sex could be so amazing. It takes me a few moments to come back to the present.

“Roll over, blondie, I’ll rub some lotion into your back,” he requests. And because my body is still jelly, I don’t complain and do as he says without a word or complaint, completely sated.

Solo’s hand unties the string of my yellow bikini top. He rubs more sunscreen into the skin of my back while massaging my muscles down to my ass and then toes. I don’t move an inch because his hands on my body feel perfect. The hot August sun seeps in, with the relaxing sounds of the water in the distance. That is until I hear a car door slamming and then the roar of bikes thundering up the road. Anxiety races through me and I start panicking as voices get closer.

I fumble with clumsy fingers, trying to tie the strings of the bathing suit back together behind my back. While I’m stuck face-down. “Damn it, help me!” Solo laughs at me and helps me tie them just before Axl and Dana come through the back doors of the house.

My face reddens because Axl almost caught me topless. Well, not completely, but you get the picture here. However, Solo is sitting next to me, cool as the lake’s water, in his swimming trunks like it’s no big deal. Dana eyes me knowingly like she’s catching on to the look on my face. She smirks but tries hard not to make a big deal about it, thank God.

“Nice out here,” Axl says and whips his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it over to Dana. She rolls her eyes and stuffs it in a beach bag.

“Happy birthday, Tami.” She smiles at me. “Surprise! We are throwing you a party up here for your birthday, then later, we are hitting the casinos.” She looks over to Axl who’s made himself comfortable right next to us, taking a drink out of the little cooler.

“Yeah, what Princess said, happy birthday.” She shakes her head at Axl and sits next to him on a blanket that she brought.

“He’s an idiot. Don’t mind him, it’s really your day. We are going to BBQ and chill a bit.”

“Princess, the king is here, it’s always about the king. Sorry, Tami, you must find a way to be royalty, not just for your birthday, that doesn’t count. But I can dub you a princess for the day. Sound good?”

“Sure, Axl. Gee, I waited my whole life for this gift from you.”

“I know, I’ve never offered this to anyone. You should feel special. I dub you Princess Tami.” Axl holds up his water and crosses it over my body.

“I feel like I’ve been blessed by Evian water and not dubbed of anything,” I grumble.

“Axl,” Dana shakes with laughter, “stop.”

He winks at her and continues to act like the king of his world. Soon, the beach is filled with everyone but Vegas and Blade since she just had the twins.

Kat, Tank, and several other brothers meet us down at the beach. Tank’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth, as are the rest of the guys, when Kat whips her cover up off and models a blood red string bikini. “Kit Kat, that suit is out of line. Smoking hot, Love, damn.” He would be right; the woman is all curves and big tits.

She holds her happiness back, but I can see it in the way her eyes smile. Why she holds him at an arms distance is beyond me. Tank is a great guy. Kat fans out a blanket while Tank orders the prospects and Saint to start the grill. “I’m hungry, let’s get this party started. Happy Birthday, Lil’ T.” He pulls out a small box from his backpack handing it to me.

“Damn Big T, thank you.” Since I stayed here, he has helped me along with Kat, to finish school and get my life started. He is the brother that I never had.

Soon, I’m handed several more gifts from everyone and set them on the blanket. I open Tank’s first. Inside the small box is a delicate rose gold chain with a tiny T charm hanging from it. “My God, this is beautiful.” Raising up I give him a bear hug, “I love you, you’re my brother from another mother.”

“Aye, T, always.” He kisses the top of my head.

I spend the next few minutes opening everyone’s presents. Dana hands me one from Vegas. Even though she’s not here, the thought is everything. Opening the box, I find a shirt that says “Bitches Never Die” with skull and crossbones.

“Love all of these. Thank you, for making my day special.”

“You know what it is time for?” Saint asked the group.

“What?” We all say in unison.

“Beach volleyball.” I’m excited and jump up to help set up the net and Kat groans swatting the idea away.

“Let’s do this!” Tank stands and rips his shorts away from his body. A collective gasp can be heard from the crowd. But thank God it was only a Speedo he was showing off and not anything else.

“Fuck,” Solo blurts out. “Put your other shorts back on, no one wants to see that shit.”

“You’re lucky or out of luck this isn’t a nude beach, or you would get to see the big dog.” Tank grins and ignores Solo.

“Just don’t, fuck,” Saint groans when Tank bends over to grab the net. “He’s not on my team.”

“No one asked you to be,” Tank laughs, “Kat, get ready love, it’s time to dominate!” He roars and the guys scratch their heads. Kat’s groan can be heard and Axl pulls her up from the chair, whispering in her ear.

She nods and announces, “I’ll play, but not on Tank’s team. And Solo can’t be on Tami’s team either.”

“Ohh, I see here, game on.” Solo gives me an evil gleam, he steps closer and whispers, “Love these tits and ass but don’t think that I’ll just let you win either.”

Shit. Goosebumps erupt over my arms and back when solo takes his side. Kat walks over and quickly comments, “This isn’t to win, it’s time to teach a lesson.” And takes her place next to Solo on the other side. Cowboy sides with them. I’m teamed with Tank and Axl.

The beginning we warm up and have a few laughs before it gets serious. Tank jumps and spikes the ball down hard nails Kat in those tits I mentioned a bit ago. Murder crosses her face and I gulp. The game has changed.

A few more passes and Kat runs up to the net to where Solo set her up. Tank somehow gets lost in the moment of watching the show. She jumps high and then spikes the ball just as Axl yells, “Tank.”

Distracted, he turns his head, and he in turn, is nailed in the nuts. Tank balls himself up, eyes watering. His knees start buckling forward and inward as he rolls himself to sand coughing.

“Checkmate.” Kat calls out and trots away to grab a plate of food leaving her man moaning in pain on the ground. The men do a collective, “Fuck,” in sympathy, but we all desert the man for food.

“Your all dead to me,” He chokes clutching his nuts in the fetal position.

My mouth waters looking over the steak tacos, fresh salsa, fruit, and beans and ditch him, thinking it’s probably not the first time. What am I going to do about it anyway? Not a damn thing. We load our plates and chug water. Groaning with every bite.

Solo’s fingers run over my back the entire afternoon and it has been a memory I’ll tuck away forever. As the days winds down and the sun starts to set, the music is turned on and a small fire is lit. Solo wrapped a blanket around me then went to grab us a beer to cheer in my birthday. I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t even hear Solo calling my name.

“Tami!” The urgency in his voice scares me, and I whip my head around to see Dana clutching her stomach.

“What happened?” I start running toward the group that’s gathered around her.

Kat is nervously rubbing her back, talking calmly to her, “It’s going to be okay, Dana. Axl, carry her to the truck and take us to the hospital so we can check on her and the baby.”

“Oh my God!” Dana hunches over, “I think I’m having contractions.”

Axl’s face whitens and quickly picks Dana up in his arms. Tank and Kat, along with the rest of us, follow out to Axl’s truck where he's sitting in the back with a crying Dana. “Axl, it’s too early for her to come.”

The truck door is slammed shut by Tank, then he and Kat jump in the front, taking off for the hospital. Quiet falls on the rest of us all, and if I ever believed in God, I would pray in this moment for Dana and baby Maddison.

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