Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (42 page)

Tippy

Six months later

Against all odds, I was madly in love with a Wolf.

Also against all odds, we’d found a way for a possessive Wolf to consider a promiscuous, polyamorous Deer to be his mate.

It’d taken me a while to feel comfortable agreeing to it, but a few days ago I finally told him I thought I could go the rest of his life with only his dick. Sure, I’ll be getting lots of pussy on the side, but he’ll be the only dick in my life.

Thankfully, he has a sense of humor.

Also, he loves me to extreme.

At first, I thought I loved him in spite of the fact he’s rough around the edges, he sometimes gets paid large sums of money to kill people from a mile away, he’s in a motorcycle club, and he’s a wolf. Eventually I figured out I love him
because
of those things. I was once married to one of the most charming species on the planet, and while Nix has certainly managed to charm me, he didn’t do it by being charming.

He did it by seducing me, caring for me, and loving me. He did it by compromising on the hard stuff, so we were
both
fighting to make the relationship work. He did it by never lying to me, even when it would’ve been so much easier to avoid the truth, or even tell half-truths. He gave me brutal honesty and said, “This is who I am. Take me or leave me, but I really hope you take me.”

And now, the ultimate test.

Last night was the full moon and he ran with his brothers, but tonight he wants to run with me.

My deer has been around his wolf enough we had reason to believe we could make it work, but there’s also a possibility my deer would freak once a wolf was running beside us. Deer run when we’re chased. It’s more than instinct—it’s who we are.

My deer sees Nix as protection and not a danger now, but I was so nervous about how this was going to work, my stomach hurt.

It was a warm summer night and we were in his backyard, just inside the forest area for cover. I couldn’t imagine there were satellites looking for supernaturals
changing
, but the Concilio said to only
change
where they couldn’t see, so we followed orders.

I wore a simple sundress and no shoes, and he hadn’t bothered with any clothes at all. I’m not sure why I did, but I hadn’t wanted to step outside naked, so I’d slipped this on.

I have as many clothes at his house as I do my own, now. When I have a big project or a deadline, we stay at my place so I’m closer to work. My house is closer to the gun shop, so we’re also more likely to be there if he has to teach an early class. Otherwise, we’re often at his house.

“It’ll be okay,” he told me now, his voice gentle. “And if it isn’t, I’ll drop to the ground and stop running, but we aren’t going to have problems. We’re going to run
together
, Tip.”

I nodded. “Will you
change
first so I can pet you before I
change
?”

“Of course. My wolf loves it when you pet him.”

Most shapeshifters go to all fours while human, before the
change
starts, but Nix is strong enough he transforms from human to wolf without having to bend over first. It’s fast, smooth, and flawless. It’s nothing short of magical, and I went to my knees as the wolf formed in front of me. He nuzzled my face and I ran my fingers through the fur on his head and down his neck to his shoulders.

After several long minutes of this, I pulled my sundress off, draped it over a nearby chair, and nuzzled him some more before I went to all fours and shifted with us touching.

The human brain is different than the deer brain. Yes, I know this goes without saying, but becoming the deer is more than a lack of thumbs and no verbal speech. The forest around you becomes more alive, the air more vibrant, and
everything
makes you want to run.

And yet, the deer nuzzled the wolf and knew she was safe.

I’d worried so much about the two of us running together and my deer going mental and crashing through the woods to escape the wolf at her heels.

And all of that worry wasn’t necessary, because Nix turned and took off through the woods, and I followed. I chased the wolf. No, I
played with
the wolf. Nix went up and down hills, over logs, through thickets, and I followed at high speed. We ran side-by-side through some clearings, and it was as if I could feel the pull of the moon on the wolf.

I’ve run in the woods during all phases of the moon, and I’d never felt it like I did this night. Somehow, I felt the change in gravity through Nix.

Nix has become my best friend. I have other friends, too. Being brought into the RTMC means you gain a whole family, and I’ve grown close to all of the other ol’ladies. Pixie and I are close, of course, and I’ve been with other women as well, but Nix is my shining star. We shoot together, we run together in human form, he helps me with martial arts. We cook together, we have the best sex
ever
, and now our animals were running together.

No matter what the future brought, I knew we’d be okay.

A deer and a wolf. If you’d told me this a year ago I’d have called you crazy. Now? It’s the story of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.

***

If you enjoyed Nix’s story, you may also like the other books set in the same universe, though in different series.

Chattanooga Supernaturals Series (Paranormal Romance)

The Dragon King
(Aaron Drake’s story, and the first time we meet Duke and Brain)

Riding the Storm

Acceptable Risk
 

Only Human Series (Urban Fantasy)

Only Human

An Unhuman Journey (spring 2016)

Unhuman Acts (2016)

Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Series

Duke

Brain

Bash Volume I

Bash Volume II

Bash Volume III

Horse

Nix

Gonzo (May 13, 2016)

Dark Erotica Shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals

Pride
(A short story featuring The Lion King)

Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire

The Safeword Series (Intense BDSM Contemporary Romance)

Safeword Rainbow

Safeword: Davenport

Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon

Safeword: Quinacridone

Safeword: Matte

Safeword: Matte – In Training

No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon

No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After

Safeword: Arabesque

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They say opposites attract. That certainly was the case with the six-foot-four redheaded Biker and the petite Asian beauty that’s been the center of his life since the first night he set eyes on her. Red Dog is a member of the Evil Dead MC, a brotherhood that’s had his back through thick and thin. He’s going to need them now more than ever when his whole world starts to crumble around him.

Four motorcycles sat parked in the gravel, their chrome gleaming in the moonlight. They belonged to members of the Evil Dead MC San Jose Chapter.

They were out in the middle of nowhere, just across the Northern California border into Oregon. It was a new meeting location for them.

“You sure this is the spot?” Green asked, eyeing the wooded area around them.

Cole lit up his second cigarette since they’d shut off their bikes. He blew the smoke in the air and responded. “Yup. First gravel road off Hwy 99.”

Red Dog stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze on the night sky. “Sure are a fuck-of-a-lot of stars out here.”

Only the chirping of crickets, and the sound of an occasional big rig traveling down Interstate 5 in the distance broke the silence.

“It’s fucking quiet out here, isn’t it?” Wolf noted, taking in a deep breath of fresh night air scented with the smell of pine.

“Too quiet. Where the fuck are they?” Green snapped.

“They’ll be here. Chill out, man.” Cole took another drag off his smoke, the glowing tip flaring in the dark.

“Thought you said midnight. It’s half past. They’re late.”

“What the fuck are you so jumpy for, Green?” Dog asked. Noting the man’s fidgeting, he teased, “You scared of the dark?”

“Fuck off. Just don’t like this whole setup. Feels like we’re sitting ducks. What the hell was wrong with the old meeting place?”

“Gotta change it up, Green. You know that,” Cole replied.

“Yeah, well, who the fuck picked this place?” Green slapped at a mosquito.

Wolf teased him, “You just don’t like bugs.”

“Fuck no, do you?” he growled, swatting at another. “This place is full of ‘em.”

The distant unmistakable sound of short drag pipes on a Harley echoed through the night.

Cole, who was slouched sideways on his bike, one boot on the ground, one on the foot peg, stood. He took a final drag and dropped his cigarette, grinding it under his boot.

“Show time, boys.”

All eyes turned down the gravel road they’d ridden up. The sound grew closer and louder until three headlights rounded the bend, illuminating the dust still hanging in the air in an eerie way.

The bikes stopped, the engines shut off and the headlights extinguished as the new arrivals dismounted. The Oregon Chapter had arrived. The men embraced.

“Sorry, we’re late,” the one slapping Cole on the back said as he pulled back from the San Jose VP. “Had a tail we had to lose.”

“Feds?”

“ATF.”

Cole frowned at his Oregon counterpart. “You sure you lost ‘em, Weez?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. Doubled back twice. Lost ‘em in Medford.”

Cole nodded. “Good.” He lifted his chin. “You get everything we need?”

“Inside the saddlebags. Sixty and hundred-round magazines.”

“How many?”

“Many as we could carry.” Weez grinned. “You got your quota of ammo for the month covered. Don’t worry.”

“Thank God for Oregon.” Cole grinned back.

“Yeah, the California ban on high capacity magazines must suck for you guys.”

“Well, thanks to our Oregon brothers, we get around it, don’t we?”

The men chuckled. Cole nodded for his boys to begin the transfer. Five minutes later, the men were slapping each other on the back in farewell. The San Jose Chapter watched as the three bikes rolled out, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.

They were about to load up, when Red Dog’s phone went off. He pulled it from his pocket and frowned down at the display.

“Who is it?” Cole asked, noting Dog’s expression.

“Shane,” he replied, answering the call and putting it on speaker. “Yeah,” he barked in greeting.

“Your ol’ lady is up at Club XS.”

Dog frowned, sure he’d heard incorrectly. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. She’s dressed for pickin’ up men and one more drink, she’ll be dancin’ on a fuckin’ table. What do you want me to do?”

Jealousy surged through Red Dog’s body like a jolt of electricity and his jaw clenched as he grit his teeth. “She with someone?”

“I think she’s out with some chicks. Ones I’ve never seen before. If you’re asking if there’s a guy, don’t see one. But that won’t last long. She’s definitely attracting attention.”

Dog growled into the phone, “Get her the hell out of there and take her back home.”

“You do realize that requires me puttin’ her on the back of my bike, right?”

“Yeah, I know that. You fuckin’ touch her, you’re dead.”

“Brother, I may have to carry her out of here, that’s gonna require some touchin’.” Dog could hear the grin in Shane’s voice. The motherfucker was enjoying this. So were his brothers, judging by the snickering they emitted along with shoulders shaking.

“Just fuckin’ get her home.” Dog disconnected the call, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Trouble in paradise?” Cole asked with a grin.

Green guffawed at that. “Paradise? Only paradise Dog’s ever gonna see is the Paradise Motel, and there ain’t gonna be no seventy-two virgins waitin’ for him either.”

The guys chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, Green,” Red Dog snapped. “Like you’d know a virgin if she sat on your face.”

“I had me one, once,” Green insisted, feeling the need to set the record straight. “Wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“I’m sure she felt the same way about you, Green,” Wolf teased.

Cole looked over at Red Dog in all seriousness. “You do something to piss off your ol’ lady?”

“Fuck if I know. I’m sure she’ll Goddamn tell me when I get home.”

Wolf chuckled. “Maybe we should stop off and get you a mouth-guard. Wouldn’t want her to mess up all that dental work again.”

Dog made to lunge at Wolf, but Cole pushed him back with a fist to his chest, laughing. “Let it go, Dog. He won’t stop ‘till you do.”

“He’ll stop quick enough with my fist in his mouth.”

“Gotta catch me first, bro.” Wolf made a kissy face at Dog as he fired his bike up and tore off down the road.

“Let’s roll,” Cole ordered and they mounted up and followed the trail of dust Wolf left in his wake.

***

Shane stood outside the bar, the neon reflecting on his blond hair. He squinted into the distance, taking in the lights of the strip, his phone to his ear. His boots crunched on the gravel as he paced next to his bike. Red Dog’s last words coming through loud and clear from 300 miles away.

Jamming his phone back in his hip pocket, he headed back inside the nightclub and made his way through the crowd, cutting a path to where Mary sat at the bar. She hadn’t spotted him earlier, so he could only imagine what her reaction would be when her eyes landed on his Evil Dead cut.

He pushed between her barstool and the guy’s next to her. Her attention was turned to the girlfriend sitting on her other side, one Shane was pretty sure she’d probably come with, so she didn’t see him approach.

Mary was a petite Asian beauty with porcelain skin and dark glossy hair that hung to her waist. It was currently pulled to the side, revealing her low-back dress.

“You lookin’ for a date, sugar?” he growled low in her ear. That pretty back went ramrod straight as she perhaps recognized his voice. Twisting with the cocktail in her hand, her red nails flashing against the sparkle of the delicate martini glass, her almond shaped eyes hit his leather vest first and then got huge as they made their way up to his face. Her lips parted with a holy-crap expression.

“Hey, Mary.” He grinned back at her, a cat-that-caught-the-canary look on his own face.

“Shane,” she whispered. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes moved past him, searching the crowd for more Evil Dead members. Finding none, her eyes returned to him, and her body relaxed.

“Seems I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m having a drink. Is that against the law?”

“Not exactly. But how do you think Dog’s gonna react when he comes home and finds you gone?”

“I don’t really care.”

“You don’t care?” He smiled and shook his head, knowing she was well aware of how the MC worked. Ol’ ladies did not just take off to go drinking fifty miles from home, especially not without their ol’ man’s knowledge. “You ever done this before?”

“Nope.”

“What made you do it this time?”

“Something had to snap. I guess it was me.”

“Seriously, Mary, tell me.”

“I guess I just had enough, Shane. You know everyone reaches that last straw. The one that breaks the camel’s back.” She shrugged.

“And what was the straw?”

“Look, I know you’re club brothers and all, but it’s really none of your business.”

“Nope, you’re right. It’s not. What is my business is having my brother’s back.” That got her attention and changed her nonchalant attitude in a heartbeat.

“Please don’t call Red Dog,” she pleaded, a thread of panic in her voice.

“Sorry, babe, call’s already been made.”

Her eyes flashed to the door as if she half expected the club to bust through at any second. “Is he on his way?”

“He’s at the Oregon border on club business. Take him probably six hours to get back.”

Her delicate chin came up, her long sleek hair falling over one shoulder. “Good. Go about your business then. You ratted me out, your brotherly duty is fulfilled.”

“Don’t work that way, babe. I got a responsibility to look out for my brother’s ol’ lady. Dog wants you home, that’s where I’m takin’ you, sweetheart.”

He watched one delicately sculpted brow arch. “I’m not going home, Shane.”

A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. She was cute if she thought she could stop him. He took the drink out of her hand and set it on the bar. “Mary, don’t make this difficult. You know I’m takin’ you outta here, even if it’s gotta be over my shoulder. And I’d rather not haul you through this crowd with your ass in the air, but you know I’ll do it.”

Their eyes locked, and he could see the realization form on her face as she grasped the truth of his words.

“I think you heard the lady. She doesn’t want to leave with you.”

Shane’s head turned, his eyes narrowing on the man behind him. He had an over-the-top spray-tan that looked a sickly orange in the bar light. “Stay outta this, buddy. Only warning you’re gonna get.”

Mary slid off her stool, grabbing Shane’s arm as her eyes connected with the man. “It’s fine. I’ll go with him.”

Shane made to pull free of her grasp, but she squeezed her hand, drawing his attention from the man.

“Don’t start trouble. Please.” Shane’s eyes met her pleading look. He nodded.

“All right. Then let’s go.”