The Biker’s Lucky Charm
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I messed up. I broke my vows and her heart. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt my wife. One moment of liquid regret. One night I can’t take back. A stupid mistake that should have never happened jeopardized all that I have. I’ll do anything to make it right. All I need is a little luck on my side.
Pam
He promised me forever. All the vows we made were empty. Lies I told myself. Lies I believed in. My husband’s betrayal tore my world apart. He’s a biker. A ruthless outlaw who was careless with my heart. Now he claims he wants me back. Can I give him my heart again or has our luck ran out?
The Biker’s Lucky Charm is part of the Royal Bastards MC Charleston, WV Chapter.
Suggested reading order
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Chapter One
Classic rock belts through the speakers at the clubhouse. It’s been a while since I tied on a good one. After the fight I had with Pam earlier I need a good fuckin’ time. “Fuck whoever you want to then,” her words play on a loop in my head. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. Only that she pissed me the hell off. Something she seems to do a lot of lately. I knock back another shot. I don’t know how many it makes me. I lost count. I don’t want to think or experience any of the fucked up emotions running through my head tonight. All I need is to forget that I even exist if only for one night. Hell I’d settle for an hour of numb right about now.
Rio slides me a jar of Black Rebel Riders’ MC moonshine across the bar and passes me a blunt that’s fatter than my thumb. Rebel sent a case of the good shit over in celebration of Murder and Alexa’s wedding this weekend. “You look like you could use it, man. Smoke that and whatever is eating at you will fade away at least until tomorrow. Trust me.”
I take a swig of my corn liquor and stare at the joint before passing it under my nose to get a whiff. Mother fuck me that shit is strong. “It laced?”
“Not potent enough to do any real damage. It’ll just take the edge off ya know. It’s that good shit. Got it from a guy I know who did a transport from Texas.” I see the red in his eyes. He looks high as fuck. As high as I wish I were.
“Whatever you say.” I shrug and light up. If it fucks me up too bad, I’ll just crash in one of the empty rooms upstairs. Pam isn’t expecting me home anytime soon. She’s too far up Prez’s Old Lady’s ass to notice anyhow. My wife has time for everyone but me lately. Didn’t even acknowledge me before I walked out the door.
I take a long toke and chase it with more liquor. I shove off from the bar and grab an empty chair at one of the tables to watch the whores grind on each other and the pole. Ass and titties flashin’. These bitches ain’t got a thing on my woman, but she isn’t here. Only easy pussy that’s done been passed around. I’ve only ever had eyes for Pam since the day we met.
Wasn’t like that with her though. Easy. My girl was wild. Met her at a party. She was riding bitch with a nomad at the time. Stole her from him. Fought him for her in the end. I take another hit off the blunt wishing I could go back to when life was much simpler. Now I got a mortgage and a kid. Two things I never thought I’d want. But Pam wanted them so here we are.
Me working my ass off to provide what she wants and needs and her giving me shit for it and ignoring me when I’m home.
Danika struts toward me wearing nothing but a smile and a thong. “Can I get a hit off that?” Big hair and even bigger tits. She’s a beauty. She’s also not my Old Lady.
“Have at it.” I hold the blunt out, and she drops her thick ass in my lap.
I pass her the joint and take another swig from my jar of moonshine. Danika hands me the doobie and goes for my drink. Next thing I know the bitch is stroking my beard and whispering in my ear. “Don’t tell your Old Lady on me for saying this, but I’ve always loved your beard.”
“That so.”
“I think it’s sexy as hell.” Her weed and liquor tainted breath fans over my lips.
“Sexy.” I snort. “She wants me to shave it off.” I wrap an arm around her to take another toke. Pam has been on my ass to shave off my beard for weeks. Saying she wants me to look presentable for the wedding. Like Murder or Alexa give a fuck about my beard. I love my wife but since she became a mom she’s changed. I’m not sure it it’s for the better is the problem.
“Don’t you dare.” Danika gives the end a tug. Her gaze meets mine and my vision blurs briefly.
I blink a few times and give my head a shake. Her lips touch mine and I freeze. Danika is staring at me with her tits pressed up against my leather cut one hand on my neck. I’d like to say I’m a better man. That this is where I push her way. But that’d make me a liar.
I like the attention. Lately I’ve not been getting much of it at home.
The party rages on around us. More ass and titties on display. Two girls make out on the stage doing everything they can in hopes of catching the eye of a patched brother. Sex is heavy in the air along with the scent of cigarettes and weed.
I could blame it on the liquor or the joint.
Human nature.
Primal need.
My anger at my wife.
Any of the reasons I can use to justify the act in my mind, but I know better. Even if I am wasted. A line is about to be crossed.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” Danika confesses.
“And now that you have?” I grin.
“I want to do a lot more.” Her teeth sink into her lip.
“Show me,” I challenge.
Danika slides down my body, dropping her knees to the floor. Licking her lips, she shoots me a wink then undoes the zipper of my jeans. Her fist wraps around me giving me a tug and a few strokes. I’ve never had trouble getting it up. The lips suctioning around the head of my dick may not be the ones I crave, but I dip my head back and get a grip on her hair giving into the temptation of being wanted. All Danika is right now is a warm hole to use. She could be anyone right now.
Doesn’t fucking matter. Sometimes a man just needs to feel wanted. Women aren’t the only ones who can be neglected in a relationship.
The cut chasing slut works my cock, and I imagine her mouth belongs to my woman. The only woman I truly desire. My wife. What can I say? I’m fucked in the head. I picture my gorgeous wife with her soft lips worshipping me. Paying me the attention I’ve been desperate to receive.
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. Attempting to block out reality. That the tongue gliding up and down the backside of my shaft belongs to a whore who will give it up to nay man with a patch on his back.
My stomach drops and the sensation of being watched pringles along my spine.
Something tells me to open my eyes and when I do all air goes out of my lungs.
My wife’s gaze locks on mine. Her words from earlier come back to me. “Fuck whoever you want.” I yank on Danika’s hair showing Pam I’m only following her orders.
A single tear slides down the woman I love’s cheek. Her face ashen as though she’s about to throw up. A quiver moves through her body. Her bottom lip trembles. She intakes a quick breath. Now she knows how I felt every time Nickle sunk his cock inside her while I watched and prayed for her miracle baby. Hoping another man could give her the one thing I’d never be able to.