Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Read online

  “You sayin’ you ain’t seen her?” stupid-ass Russell asks.

  “I’m saying for you to go home.”

  “We have the right to know if you are hiding her here. Is she a whore now, like all the women out here? Is that what’s going on?” Russell continues digging himself a deeper grave.

  “Now, David, you and I go way back. We keep peace between your family and mine. If you want to keep the peace, you will go on home. And this mother fucker right here,” I say, pointing at Malone, “If I ever see you again, here or anywhere, I will beat your ass.” And with that, I turn and go back inside. I know Russell wants to follow me inside to start some bullshit, but he knows he is outnumbered. David will turn tail and run. He and I have resolved a lot of issues in the past and he is always weak and caves in.

  I get some breakfast from the kitchen and ask them to make a plate for Faith. I will take it to the room, because there are quite a few customers dining in the café this morning. We only do breakfast and lunch. The place shuts down around two every afternoon and is for the club only. It’s a money maker in this small town. People love their biscuits and gravy and club sandwiches. We could probably really make bank if we were open on the weekends, but again, we are closed for the club only to enjoy it.

  Lydia, a club old lady, packs up a to-go box with the breakfast and coffee and juice for Faith and I head back to the room.

  She is sitting with her little hands folded in her lap, waiting for me and looking nervous as hell.“What’s happened? Why do you have a gun? Who was here?” she bombards me with questions, and I don’t like answering to anyone, so I feel a little pissed.

  “Nothin’ you need to worry about, darlin’. Eat your breakfast and we are getting out of here to do some shopping.”

  I like that she accepts that. She doesn’t hound me for more. She is easy to be around.

  “Won’t someone see me?” she asks.

  “No. I got this. Eat up and trust me.”

  I return to the main room and get Lydia to help me with the things I need. I pour myself another cup of coffee and listen to the small talk of my regular customers, and nod or shrug at the appropriate times. Everybody around here knows I am not one for talking.

  After about my third or fourth cup of coffee for the morning, Lydia returns with the smallest size of boots she could find, along with a bag of clothes including a jacket and a helmet. I nod “later” to everyone and head back to the room.

  When I enter, I notice everything is a lot cleaner. The bed is made, and everything is neat and organized. Faith acts like she is wanting me to wife her up. Hands off, I tell myself. This is why I never let women stay in here—they get ideas.

  Faith comes towards me and I hand her the helmet. I lay the rest of the things on the sofa.

  “When you are ready, I want you to get dressed. Keep your hair in that long ponytail thing and we will tuck it under your shirt. Then with the helmet on, no one will see your hair. Because, Baby, there is not another person on earth with a beautiful head of hair like yours.”

  She blushes and looks at the floor.

  “You will need a jacket and these boots on the bike. We will stop at the Harley shop and buy you your own while we are out.”

  She is all smiles now and her eyes light up. “I get to ride on your bike?”

  “Of course. How else will we go places?” I try to blow it off like no big deal. But in reality, it is a big deal. I never put a woman on my bike. Don’t think the club won’t notice and make a big issue out of it.

  “Well, thank you again. For everything you are doing for me. I will pay back every penny. I promise. Let’s keep a list of all the things you buy me so I can repay you.”

  She’s pissing me off again. “Just get ready.”

  Faith

  We go to Newman, a few towns over and just as small as our hometown. The only difference is its proximity to the interstate means it has a couple of big truck stops and a Harley shop. The long ride on the bike was awesome. I thought I would be afraid, but Liam placed my arms around his middle and I held on tight. He leaned way over to the side when we rounded curves, and he drove well above the speed limit from what I could tell, but I was not scared for a minute. Summer is here, and the leather jacket really wasn’t necessary, but Liam insisted I wear it. He has on a white tee with his black leather vest that I know now is called a cut. It has a lot of patches and the club name on it. I put my arms under his cut and around his rock hard middle. Nothing but the thin white tee shirt between us. I am loving this. I know we were wrapped up way more intimately in bed when I woke up this morning, but I slept through that and didn’t really get to enjoy it.

  We start off at Walmart, which is exciting to me because it is in a whole different town. Liam says they are all exactly the same anywhere you go, so maybe it is just exciting because I am with him. I get two summery colorful dresses along with some jeans, a few pairs of shorts and several tops. He sends me to the bras and panties alone, and leaves me while he goes to the hunting department to kill time. I have a feeling he doesn’t shop much, but that makes two of us. When I am all finished selecting what I want, I decide I have to venture out through the store and find him. I see him a few aisles away from the ladies’ department, standing with his arms crossed like a giant brooding bull or something. A giggle pops out of me at his discomfort, and he returns it to me with that brilliant smile of his.

  We go to the shoe department, where he selects sneakers and sandals for me in several sizes too big. We keep walking down the rows of shoes until we get to the smallest size before kids. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head as I select the same sneakers and sandals he had picked out for me, only in smaller sizes. I am embarrassed as he sorts through everything in the cart, including the beautiful matching bras and panty sets. I have nothing skimpy or sexy. My tee shirts all have some sleeve to them. No tank tops or lace. Without any embarrassment or shyness, he asks if I am sure I have all I need.

  “Yes. More than enough. This is more than I have ever had in my life, and certainly more fine and beautiful than anything I have had.”

  “Alright, then. Say now if there is anything else at all. We may not be back out for a while.”

  “Well um… I have no nightdress for sleeping.”

  “Nightdress?”

  “You know.”

  “Yes. I know. I kind of like you wearing my tee shirts.” He smiles as he teases me.

  “Ok. I like that, too.” I don’t think I meant to say that aloud. He seems impressed that I can tease him back.

  We head to the front to pay, when a Walmart employee walks by us in her blue vest.

  “Excuse me, ma’am, can you tell us where you keep your nightdresses?” Liam asks with his deep, rough voice, and we both bust out laughing. I punch him in his hard arm and he pretends it hurts. This is the man that no one hears speak? This is the big, scary, silent biker? I think not. But then, I hope maybe he is like this with me because he likes me the way I like him. He teases me about the things that I do wrong or different because of The Family and the way we live out there, but he isn’t unkind or making fun of me. He enjoys it.

  The Harley store is a different experience entirely. He is in his element. He loves shopping here. He buys me a few tee shirts and some expensive boots along with a leather jacket. This seems foolish to me as summer has just begun, but he says I need them to ride the bike. If it means I will be spending more time riding behind him with my arms wrapped around his waist, I am in. We spend a good hour in the store before Liam says we will get some lunch before heading home.

  Lunch was great. I felt like I was on a date. And the best thing of all was they had chicken wings! I feel like all of our conversation was Liam explaining club stuff to me and individual stories about different people I have met there. He ate tons of food as always and he enjoyed watching me eat as much as I enjoyed eating them.

  The ride home with the saddle bags filled to the brim, seems slower and sweeter. I savor every min
ute of being alone with Liam and I am deeper in love with him every minute.

  Left alone in our room, going over my purchases, I expect I will be isolated until suppertime. I plan to put everything away and clean the room again when my girls Megan and Gypsy knock to come in.

  So we giggle and gossip and I do a little fashion show for them. They are impressed and amazed. It seems Liam is acting totally out of character with me, and it is the talk of the club. Megan is disappointed in my things. She thinks none of the tops are sexy enough and I am way too covered up. I am young and need to show some skin according to her. I am happy with everything. This stuff is racy for me, but it fits the new person I am becoming. The colorful bra and panty sets are very sexy and modern, but again, Megan is disappointed and can only concede that they are better than the large white granny panties I currently wear.

  The girls want details about the night spent in bed with Liam and our long trip today. I assure them nothing has happened and they find it impossible to believe. I am afraid if I let them know that I want something to happen they will laugh at me and I will look stupid, so I keep that part to myself for now.

  Alone again, I clean up and organize the room. I make a pot of coffee out of habit. My parents always have coffee in the late afternoon and sometimes with supper. I finish up the book I found, and look around for another when Liam walks in and catches me.

  “I wanted another book to read, so I was looking for one,” I begin trying to explain why am down on my knees going through his drawers.

  “It’s ok, darlin’,” he says sweetly.“I got nothing to hide from you. But you won’t find any books around here. I will ask some of the old ladies to hook you up.” He sniffs the air. “Coffee smells good. Just what I needed. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. My parents always want coffee around this time of day. I just made it out of habit.”

  “I guess you see me as an old-timer like your parents.”

  “No. Not at all. I just…”

  “You miss them?”

  “Not really. I mean my brothers and sisters a little, I guess. But my parents… not at all. They are so engrossed in their religion and the whole “Family” thing that they aren’t like real parents. It’s kind of sick. I want to do things right when I have kids.”

  His face changes when I talk about having my own kids. He looks like he is really studying me now. He stops making his cup of coffee and just stares for a minute. I feel my face warm up at his stare.

  Neither one of us makes a move. Not just my face feels warm now, but I feel warm all over. My mouth is open slightly, and I feel my breaths coming out heavier. What is going on? I want to move, but I can’t. I want to just look away but I can’t.

  He kind of coughs and snaps himself out of it and returns his focus to his coffee.“We are having a big family dinner tonight around seven. Do you need a bite of something to hold you over until then? Are you hungry?”

  “No. I am good. Will Megan and Gypsy be here for the dinner?”

  “Yeah, I know Gypsy will be. I’m not sure about the other girl. I don’t know her status. I haven’t heard.”

  “Status?”

  “Yeah. If she is an old lady then she will be there. If not, she may not be. It’s hard to say.”

  “So like the club girls…you… know… aren’t invited to dinner?”

  “Club whores. No. Some will come and some won’t. No specific rules on that.”

  “Oh. Ok.”I’m just trying to figure things out and learn the rules. I don’t want to hound him or anyone with a lot of questions, so I let the little info he gave me sink in and make my own coffee and sit down beside him.

  The door opens and a redhead walks in like she owns the place. She is tall and has enormous boobs and is really pretty. She looks like she belongs here a lot more than I do.

  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you had a little visitor. I just always tidy up your room a bit around this time,” she says to Liam and ignores me completely. I am jealous and mad and feeling possessive over things that aren’t mine.

  “I’m Faith, and I can’t believe you haven’t heard about me living here. The entire club is gossiping about us,” I say, extending my hand to her.

  She is totally put off her game by me not being shy and keeping silent. She has nothing to say and refuses to shake my hand. Is this Liam’s girlfriend? I peek at him out the corner of my eye to make sure he isn’t mad at me, and he seems amused, so I keep going.

  “So, as you can see, I have everything all tidy and taken care of. We won’t be needing your services any longer. Thanks.”

  “You stupid little bitch. How old are you, anyway?”

  And Liam is on his feet in an instant. “That’s enough, Stacy.”

  “You’re telling me she likes it when you tie her up and spank her and choke the life out of her when she comes?”

  “Go on, now,” Liam says and he is furious. “Get out of here, and don’t say another word to this girl.”

  He is scary. I like that I feel like he stood up for me but I am frightened by this Liam. He is lethal.

  Stacy slams the door as she leaves and my mind is racing with the things she said, things I have never imagined. I don’t know for sure what to think of that. He spanks her? He chokes her? I can’t even think about it. I feel happy that Liam and I stood together and it wasn’t me feeling like I was on my own against the two of them. I look to Liam not really sure if I want any kind of explanation.

  “She is your girlfriend?” I ask.

  “No. She is just someone I…” He stops himself from saying too much, but I know what he was going to say.

  “Sorry if I caused problems for you.” I offer and I am really not sorry if it means the end of Stacy. I have become so awful. I don’t know what is happening to me.

  “You didn’t cause me problems. She’s a bitch. You are a surprise. I didn’t know you could standup to someone like that. You are going to fit in around here nicely.”

  He leaves me on my own again and says he will come back for me when it’s time for us to go to dinner. He makes a point of telling me to always keep the door locked and not let anyone in except him or the girls. He doesn’t use Megan and Gypsy’s names, but I know who he means. I worry about his warning. Does he think Stacy will come back? I clean up the coffee mess and kill time till dinner.

  When we enter the room at dinner, I am surprised at the crowd. There are twice as many people as I have seen here before. Lots of people, and twice as many girls and women including Megan and Gypsy—thank God. They seek me out, and we stand around chatting. Gypsy introduces me to her mom and dad, and Megan introduces me to Kyle. I feel good getting to know more people and don’t feel so isolated.

  Liam calls me over to sit down at dinner, and everyone is taking a seat at every available spot. As soon as I sit, I see Stacy sitting across the table, a few chairs down. She ignores me and has eyes only for the man at the head of the table, Liam. I suddenly have no appetite. They share in the stories and jokes and it’s clear they are close and have a history. I hurt when I catch Liam smiling at her indulgently. His smiles are rare and I kind of thought they were only for me.

  After a few torturous hours, Liam pulls me to his side and tells me to go to bed, and he will talk to me in the morning. I obey, and head off to bed feeling like a baby being sent to my room while the adults stay and party. I have to do as he asks. He is taking care of me, so I can’t argue and cause him problems, but it still hurts.

  My mind goes over all of the scenarios of what he will be doing tonight as I shower and get ready for bed. Is he with Stacy or someone else? Are they laughing at me now? What are Megan and Gypsy thinking? They are my age and can hang out as late as they want. I feel like I often felt in my home. I feel excluded and like I am being disciplined for something I didn’t do.

  It is a fitful night of sleep. I toss and turn and every time I wake up, I am alone in bed. Including when I get up around seven or eight. I dress and make coffee and I am in
a foul mood. Is this my life now? I feel like I haven’t made any progress by leaving home. I decide I will start making a life for myself. I will no longer sit in this room, waiting for permission from Liam to leave the room or socialize. I want to stop being dependent on him for everything. I realize I owe him now, but that is it. He doesn’t have the right to control my every move. He can sleep with all the girls he wants to. I will never again toss and turn all night and be upset by anything he does.

  Liam

  I am eating breakfast with some of the guys when Faith enters the room. She ignores me and walks back into the kitchen. I feel like being a bitch is way out of character for her, but maybe all women have it in them. I can’t let myself care. I made a decision yesterday to put some distance between us. She has definitely got some wrong ideas about us and the possibility of this going somewhere. She looks at me with adoration in her eyes that scares the fuck out of me. And if I’m honest, I am fighting feelings for her that I can’t allow to happen. My only concerns are that she will eventually be recognized by customers when she is hanging out around here when we are open to the public for business. That will cause a shit storm that I am not ready for. I decide to go in the kitchen and explain the situation to her. Not because I want to see her face this morning. I have to be a dick to her and keep things on a non-personal level.