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  LUCKY BASTARDS

  Bundle Number One

  Grim Bastards MC

  LUCKY BASTARDS

  BY

  EMILY MINTON and SHELLEY SPRINGFIELD

  Copyright © 2018 Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield

  Published 2018

  Lucky Bastards is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this book either are from the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the authors. Please don’t take offense to the content, as it is FICTION.

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  LUCKY BASTARDS

  By

  Emily Minton

  And

  Shelley Springfield

  Lucky Bastards Bundle One consists of two stories, Wretched Bastard and Scorned Bastard, bringing back characters from the original Grim Bastards MC series. Each story features a couple that you know and love.

  Wretched Bastard

  Boz met the woman of his dreams years ago. They have built a life together, filling it with love and happiness. For a biker, he is one lucky bastard.

  Trix met the man who made her whole years ago. They have built a life together, filling it with love and family. For a biker’s old lady, she is one lucky bitch.

  Everything changes when life throws an obstacle their way. Will they fight it together or will they fall apart?

  Scorned Bastard

  Brew wanted a woman of his own, someone that could handle the darkness inside of him. When he finally found her, he knew he was one lucky bastard.

  Addy wanted a man of her own, someone that would fight the darkness following her. When she finally found him, she knew she was one lucky bitch.

  When darkness overshadows their happiness, will they stand together or let it finally win?

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to the memories of Shelley’s mom, Alice “Kookie” Etheridge and to

  Emily’s Dad, Roger Minton.

  Your wings were ready but my heart was not.

  And God Said….

  I said, “God, I hurt.”

  And God said, I know.”

  I said, “God, I cry a lot.”

  And God said, “That is why I gave you tears.”

  I said, “God, I am so depressed.”

  And God said, “That is why I gave you Sunshine.”

  I said, “God, life is so hard.”

  And God said, “That is why I gave you loved ones.”

  I said, “God, my loved one died.”

  And God said, “So did mine.”

  I said, “God, it is such a loss.”

  And God said, “I saw mine nailed to a cross.”

  I said, “God, but your loved one lives.”

  And God said, “So does yours.”

  I said, “God, where are they now?”

  And God said, “Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light.”

  I said, “God, it hurts.”

  And God said, “I know.”

  ~ Posted on the wall at the Oklahoma City bombing site.

  written by

  K. C. and Myke Kuzmic

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  NOTE TO READERS

  WRETCHED BASTARD

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  SCORNED BASTARD

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  NOTE TO READERS

  Dear Readers,

  After completing Death of a Bastard, we began to wonder what happened to the rest of our Bastards. Everyone knows that a story isn’t over just because an author writes the words The End. So, we put our minds together and decided what we wanted to happen to our much-loved characters.

  We will be giving each Bastard a follow-up story. The books will come out in bundles, two stories in each book, starting with Boz and Brew. We have to warn you; some of their stories are not pretty. Some are downright ugly, but there is always a little beauty to be found in the ugliness the world sends our way.

  Please note: this first bundle takes place before the events in Death of a Bastard.

  Hugs & Kisses,

  Emily and Shelley

  WRETCHED BASTARD

  By

  Emily Minton

  And

  Shelley Springfield

  Boz met the woman of his dreams years ago. They have built a life together, filling it with love and happiness. For a biker, he is one lucky bastard.

  Trix met the man who made her whole years ago. They have built a life together, filling it with love and family. For a biker’s old lady, she is one lucky bitch.

  Everything changes when life throws an obstacle their way. Will they fight it together or will they fall apart?

  PROLOGUE

  Trix

  As soon as I walk through the bedroom door, I hear the shower running. A sly smile plays across my lips as I shut and lock the door. Today has been a day from hell. Boz and I decided to clean out the garage this morning, but as soon as we got started, his brothers showed up. By lunch, half the club had stopped at the house, each one needing Boz to do this or that. That left me to clean the garage and deal with the kids on my own. Both boys had baseball practice, followed by a pizza party. Of course, Fiona couldn’t be left out. Since her brothers got to do something, she wanted to do something, too. I finally gave in and took her to Dairy Queen for an ice-cream. By the time I got done driving the kids around, it was time for dinner. Then, the night time routine. I still can’t believe how much of a struggle it is to get the boys to shower and get Fiona bathed and ready for bed.

  Deciding I need a reward for a day of hard work, I quickly undress, leaving my clothes laying on the floor. Not wanting him to get out before I get in there, I rush into the bathroom. I push the shower curtain back just enough to step inside with my man. He was just bending down to cut off the water, but my entrance has him stopping. He looks at my naked body then up to my face.


  “You need something, darlin’?” he asks, a cocky smile on his face.

  I look down to his already half-hard cock and say, “You.”

  Without saying a word, he pulls me into his arms. Neither of us speak as we kiss and touch. My hands caress his body as he lowers himself to pull my nipple deep into his mouth. The contact sends a wave of lust crashing through my body. He moves from one to the other, showing both equal attention. As his tongue circles my hard peak, his fingers find their way to my already aching core. His thumb works my clit as he cups my pussy, plunging two of his fingers deep inside me. Each time his callused fingers rub against my sweet spot, a shot of pleasure hits my core and shoots throughout my body.

  “That feels so good,” I mumble, closing my eyes with pleasure.

  “Yes, it does,” he agrees before straightening up and placing his lips on mine. “Just touching your pussy feels good.”

  “Bet this will feel better,” I say before I pull away and drop to my knees.

  One of my hands circles the base of his cock while the other cups his tight balls. Without bothering to tell him my intention, my tongue snakes out and licks the head of his thick cock. I quickly slide the length into my mouth. Taking in a deep breath, I pull him into my throat. I swallow around him then back off, only to do it again and again. He starts moving his hips, forcing me to take him even deeper. My fingers clench into his thighs as I try to keep up with his movements.

  “Touch your pussy, darlin’. Play with your clit,” he orders, fisting my hair. “I want it wet and ready for me.”

  I do as instructed, giving my clit a pinch as I pull him into my throat again. Before I can do much more than swallow, he is jerking me up and plastering his lips to mine. Just as Boz deepens the kiss, I hear a knock on our bedroom door. No doubt, it’s our daughter wanting her dad to tuck her in for the third time tonight. Well, she is just going to have to wait a few minutes. I need him right now, and I plan on getting what I need.

  “Daddy will be there in just a minute,” I shout, pulling my lips off his. “Go on back to your bed and wait for him.”

  “Shit,” he grumbles, starting to pull away.

  I tighten my arms around him and shake my head. “We can be fast.”

  He doesn’t bother replying, just slides his hands down my back and over the curve of my ass. We both stay silent as we wait for the sound of Fiona’s door closing. As soon as it does, his fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me up and pins me against the shower wall. His lips meet mine as he joins our bodies. Even after all these years, the first stroke always takes my breath away. It nearly brings me to orgasm every damn time.

  “Just like that,” I whisper into his ear, even though he already knows exactly what my body craves.

  He fills me to the root with each and every stroke. Having him inside me makes me feel complete. It’s like, the rest of the time, I am adrift in life, but he grounds me and does it in a way that has me panting out in ecstasy. With each glide, I gasp with pleasure. In and out, he seems to go deeper with each stroke.

  “I’m never going to get tired of this pussy,” he growls as he pounds into me. “It’s heaven, pure fucking heaven.”

  Biting his shoulder, I tell him what I know he wants to hear. “And it’s all yours. It will always be yours.”

  As he works his hips faster, I can feel it building higher and higher. A stroke or two more and I quickly reach my peak. I bury my face into his shoulder and shout out my completion, holding him tight and enjoying the aftershocks coursing through me. He glides in and out a few more times before burying himself to the root and moaning my name against my hair.

  Barely a minute passes before the knocking starts again. This time, it is louder. She is banging as hard as she can, obviously tired of waiting to get her way. My daughter starts calling for her dad, using the voice she knows will get her anything she wants. Boz growls a few choice words under his breath, but he still slips out of me and steps back. He looks at me for a brief second then kisses me and reaches for the shower curtain. I stand there for a minute, hoping like hell the sound of the shower running drowned out any sounds we made.

  I love my kids, love them with all my heart, but I really miss being able to have sex when and where we want to. Now, we have to plan around them. They have to be asleep, gone, or busy playing some game. We take what we can get, but it is never enough. After a while, it gets too much for us and we send the kids to my dad and Lettie’s or over to one of the old ladies. Lisa, being the amazing woman she is, will pop in to pick them up from time to time. She always tells us to use our time alone wisely. Of course, we do as she suggests. Still, I miss the spontaneity that we once had.

  I take a few more breaths, willing my body to cooperate with me. It takes a minute or two for my legs to stop quivering. When I think I’m steady enough, I step under the spray of water, wetting my hair and body. I quickly pick up my shampoo and start on my hair, using the conditioner next.

  By the time I’m ready to soap my body, my eyes are starting to feel heavy, and the water is cooling down. I’m barely paying attention as I quickly run the loofah over my skin. When I get done, I turn off the chilling water and do what I failed to do last Sunday, check my breasts. Considering my family history, I try to always do a self-check the week after my period, but Fiona wasn’t feeling well last weekend, and I was more concerned with taking care of her. No matter how tired I am tonight, this is something that can’t be missed again. If I don’t do it while I’m thinking about it, it may be another week before I remember again.

  My left is first. Doing this as often as I do, it doesn’t take long. Not noticing anything abnormal, I move on to the right. My tiredness disappears when my fingers hit something hard. Focusing, I run my hand over it again. What I feel causes my heart to skip a beat. Oh my God, there’s a lump.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Trix

  Pushing through the doctor’s office door, I see the waiting room filled with expectant mothers. Some look happy, some scared, but each and every one looks tired as hell. I remember those days, remember what it’s like to carry a child. I was happy, scared, and tired all at the same time. In the end, I have Leland, James, and Fiona for the trouble. Each and every one of my children make my life brighter. I wish I was here today to bring a new life into this world, instead of possibly learning that I may no longer have a life to live.

  I focus on my destination and head toward the reception desk. Attempting to ignore the fear in my heart, I hand my insurance card to the receptionist and sign in. It takes a minute or two to pay my co-pay and get my receipt, then I look around for a place to sit down. My eyes land on a young woman, heavily pregnant, with her very anxious partner sitting beside her. He is holding her hand while his foot taps nervously against the floor. He reminds me of Boz during each of my pregnancies. My man was scared to death, even if he would never admit it to anyone else, when I was carrying Leland. He was a little better with James but not all that much. He chilled out a lot when I first got pregnant with Fiona. That all changed when we found out I was going to have a girl. Then, he freaked the fuck out and treated me like I was glass and the baby girl I was carrying was made of fine china.

  Just thinking of his smothering behavior reminds me of why he is not here today. As much as I love how he protects me and want him by my side while I talk to the doctor, I just couldn’t deal with the fear that would shine in his eyes. I’m afraid enough on my own. I don’t need to deal with his fear, too. This is something that has to be done alone. No need in burdening him or anyone else unless it’s necessary. If everything comes back normal, no one will ever know anything about this. If it swings the other way, well, I don’t even want to think about that yet.

  My eyes finally land on an empty chair near the back of the room. Only one other woman is sitting near that area, and she has far too many years under her belt to be pregnant. Judging by the laugh lines around her lips, her babies have had a few babies of their own and she is loving eve
ry minute of it. I take my seat, avoiding eye contact, and pull out my phone.

  Just before I can open up my Kindle app, my phone vibrates with an incoming call. Seeing Addy’s name and face on the screen, I cringe. As much as I love the girl, she is the last person I want to talk to right now. Every time we have talked over the last week, she has asked if something was wrong. I tried to avoid the question, attempted to talk my way around it, but she knew something was up and just wouldn’t let it drop. Because of that, I haven’t talked to her for the last two days. If I don’t answer her now, she will start questioning. Those are questions that I have no idea how to answer, not without lying outright to my best friend.

  “Hey, Addy,” I answer as quietly as I can.

  “Hey, chick. Boz stopped by the house a few minutes ago and snatched up Brew for some club shit. The kids are at school, and I’m off work today. In other words, I’m bored out of my mind,” Addy says, irritation easily heard in her voice. “Want to go grab some lunch? I figured we could drive into Nashville and try that new Indian place down by Music Row.”

  I mentally tick off my to do list. Even if I end up waiting a while to see the doctor, I’ll still be out of here in time to do lunch. The only problem is that I may be freaked the fuck out after this appointment is over. There is no way I can sit across the table from her and not break down, not if the doctor says I have the big C. Then again, if that happens, I won’t be able to keep this a secret. She will have to know; everyone will. Just not first. As much as I love Addy, my husband will have to be the first to know.

  “Can we do it next week?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “Fiona has outgrown most of her clothes. I want to go through her closet and take all the stuff she can’t wear down to the Salvation Army.”