Horse (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 6) by Candace Blevins
Authors: Candace Blevins
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none of the ol’ladies know anything about him, and as far as I can tell, even the people who’ve fucked him don’t know much. What can you tell us about him?”
Horse had explained the women who are officially claimed by a brother are known as their ol’ladies, and he’d warned me they consider it a badge of honor and I shouldn’t poke fun at the term. So, I answered their question as best I could. “He can sneak up on you without you knowing it, and it’s freaky. At first, I wondered if naming a black guy Ghost was some kind of joke, but I eventually figured out it’s ‘cause he’s as quiet as one. I’ve spent time around him and I feel comfortable with him… safe. I feel safe with him. I don’t think I know much about him, though. He doesn’t answer personal questions, or even not-so-personal questions.”
Angelica sighed. “Yeah. I know he’d protect me whatever the cost if he was with me and there was a problem, but none of us know shit about his history, and our men aren’t telling us anything, either.”
These were the ‘cool girls’, and I was wondering why they’d pulled me into their inner circle when Angelica said, “The RTMC is a family, and Horse is ours. He’s claimed you, so we claim you, too. We want you to feel welcome here and we want you to come back, because we miss Horse when he’s with you. He’s a loner, but his presence fills the room even when he’s just sitting in the corner drinking beer and watching the game.”
“Okay ladies, let’s call across the street for something — do we want sangria or margaritas or what?” asked Gen.
“Hell,” said Angelica, “let’s just move the party over there so we can all order what we want.” She looked at me and explained, “The RTMC owns the bar across the way. Want to go get drunk with us?”
“I’m kind of a lightweight,” I told her, “but I can probably have one drink.”
The girls all looked at each other with glee, and the next thing I knew the group of us were headed across the parking lot. I was sure Horse saw us go, but I didn’t get a chance to stop and talk to him.
Harmony ordered me an iced tea, and I could tell it had a little alcohol in it but had no idea how hard it was going to kick me. I had three of them before the other women got me on the dance floor, and when I first smelled Horse, I was dirty dancing with Bethany while her three boyfriends watched.
Sometime after my fourth drink, I needed to use the restroom and didn’t think to get someone to go with me. I was in the little hallway where you decide whether to go in the men’s or ladies’ when Duke came out of the men’s and walked to me, and my flee or freeze response was to freeze. Terror burned all of the alcohol out of my system until my nice buzz was gone and I was afraid I would puke on the President of the Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club. I’d been fine with him while in Horse’s arms, but alone with him in a little hallway was still apparently too much.
He seemed to immediately know he’d scared me, and he put his hands out to the side in an attempt to show me he didn’t mean me harm, but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey, Gabby. You’re safe here. None of the brothers will hurt you.”
Dawg came to my side and put one arm around me as he said, “Duke’s safe, little bunny. This is a safe place. Did you have one too many wolves come knocking at your door tonight?”
I forced air into my lungs as I managed a nod, and he turned me towards him and said, “I’m going to put my other arm around you now. You’re safe here. Get a few more breaths and then maybe Duke can give you a hug?”
My fear spiked again and he chuckled into my neck. “It’s okay, Gabby. Duke won’t hurt you, and he’s the President so you can’t get terrified when he comes near.”
I turned my face so I could see Duke and said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this. Sometimes my body just won’t cooperate. Please don’t be
Horse had explained the women who are officially claimed by a brother are known as their ol’ladies, and he’d warned me they consider it a badge of honor and I shouldn’t poke fun at the term. So, I answered their question as best I could. “He can sneak up on you without you knowing it, and it’s freaky. At first, I wondered if naming a black guy Ghost was some kind of joke, but I eventually figured out it’s ‘cause he’s as quiet as one. I’ve spent time around him and I feel comfortable with him… safe. I feel safe with him. I don’t think I know much about him, though. He doesn’t answer personal questions, or even not-so-personal questions.”
Angelica sighed. “Yeah. I know he’d protect me whatever the cost if he was with me and there was a problem, but none of us know shit about his history, and our men aren’t telling us anything, either.”
These were the ‘cool girls’, and I was wondering why they’d pulled me into their inner circle when Angelica said, “The RTMC is a family, and Horse is ours. He’s claimed you, so we claim you, too. We want you to feel welcome here and we want you to come back, because we miss Horse when he’s with you. He’s a loner, but his presence fills the room even when he’s just sitting in the corner drinking beer and watching the game.”
“Okay ladies, let’s call across the street for something — do we want sangria or margaritas or what?” asked Gen.
“Hell,” said Angelica, “let’s just move the party over there so we can all order what we want.” She looked at me and explained, “The RTMC owns the bar across the way. Want to go get drunk with us?”
“I’m kind of a lightweight,” I told her, “but I can probably have one drink.”
The girls all looked at each other with glee, and the next thing I knew the group of us were headed across the parking lot. I was sure Horse saw us go, but I didn’t get a chance to stop and talk to him.
Harmony ordered me an iced tea, and I could tell it had a little alcohol in it but had no idea how hard it was going to kick me. I had three of them before the other women got me on the dance floor, and when I first smelled Horse, I was dirty dancing with Bethany while her three boyfriends watched.
Sometime after my fourth drink, I needed to use the restroom and didn’t think to get someone to go with me. I was in the little hallway where you decide whether to go in the men’s or ladies’ when Duke came out of the men’s and walked to me, and my flee or freeze response was to freeze. Terror burned all of the alcohol out of my system until my nice buzz was gone and I was afraid I would puke on the President of the Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club. I’d been fine with him while in Horse’s arms, but alone with him in a little hallway was still apparently too much.
He seemed to immediately know he’d scared me, and he put his hands out to the side in an attempt to show me he didn’t mean me harm, but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey, Gabby. You’re safe here. None of the brothers will hurt you.”
Dawg came to my side and put one arm around me as he said, “Duke’s safe, little bunny. This is a safe place. Did you have one too many wolves come knocking at your door tonight?”
I forced air into my lungs as I managed a nod, and he turned me towards him and said, “I’m going to put my other arm around you now. You’re safe here. Get a few more breaths and then maybe Duke can give you a hug?”
My fear spiked again and he chuckled into my neck. “It’s okay, Gabby. Duke won’t hurt you, and he’s the President so you can’t get terrified when he comes near.”
I turned my face so I could see Duke and said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this. Sometimes my body just won’t cooperate. Please don’t be
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