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  Table of Contents

  Renegade Wedding

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Renegade Wedding

  A Renegade Sons MC Mini-Novella

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  Renegade Reject by Emily Minton and Dawn Martens

  Copyright © 2014 Emily Minton and Dawn Martens

  Published 2014

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  Edited by Brandi Gilvaja and Chasity Jenkins. Main edits by Kendra @ Catdipity Kendra's Proofreading, Line Editing, and Reviewing. Proof reading by Miranda Johnson and Shay Lich.

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  Chapter One

  JENNA

  “Fuck,” he growls out as I slowly grind down on his cock. “I need you to move, baby girl.”

  “No,” I moan out. “We’re going slowly. This is my ride.”

  “Please,” he begs, sounding like he’s being tortured.

  “I’ll go faster if you say yes,” I say as I circle my hips, clenching my muscles tight around his hard cock.

  “Yes to what?” he asks as his big hands grip my hips.

  He easily lifts me off his dick and slams me back down. I can’t hold back the cry of ecstasy, but stubbornly, I don’t move any faster. “Not till you say yes.”

  I sit up and trail my fingertips down my chest and past my belly to my over-sensitive clit. His eyes flash with lust as he watches my fingers circle my bud... once... twice. Again, I flex my inner muscles, letting him feel how good it is.

  “You know what I want,” I say between moans.

  Still holding my hips, he uses his strength to pull me down to his chest, holding me flush against him before he powers up into me, sending his cock deeper. I bite down on the flat disk of his nipple, causing him to lose his hold on me.

  “Ow! Fuck, Jenna.”

  Leaning back, my hands propped on his thighs, I start my slow grind on his cock once again. “Keep that shit up, and I’ll stop.”

  “You just did!” he yells, bucking his hips. “Fuckin’ move!”

  “If you say yes, baby, I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to slow down.”

  I start to move again, slowly sliding up before slamming back down, circling my hips to take him so deep it makes my breath catch. With each wet slide, I gain momentum. “Say yes, Kidd.”

  Powering up again, he groans. “Fuckin’ yes, baby girl. Any damn thing you want... if you’ll just fuck me like you mean it.”

  I move my hands back to his chest, looking him in the eyes. “No more talk of going to Vegas. We’ll have the wedding here at the clubhouse, and we’ll do it on Mindy and Chipper’s anniversary.”

  “Anything you want, Jenna. Anything.”

  Chapter Two

  JENNA

  I pull up to Daisy and Preach’s house and honk the horn. “I can’t believe he’s making me do this.”

  Skittles laughs. “You agreed to marry him. You had to know you’d have to get a wedding dress at some point. To be honest, I don’t know what the problem is. You like to shop, so why’s this pissing you off so bad?”

  I can see her point; his too. The wedding is in two days, and I haven’t even started looking. “Come on. You’ve known me for years. Do you think I’m the type of woman that sits around fantasizing about a white dress? If it was up to me, my dress would be red, or maybe black, but definitely not that traditional all white bullshit.”

  “It’s up to you.”

  I jerk my eyes toward her and smile. “It is, isn’t it?”

  She nods, smiling at herself. “I’m thinking red. You are the Pres’s old lady, and everyone knows he loves red, so why the hell not?”

  Finally getting excited, I honk again. After a few more minutes, Daisy comes running out. “Sorry, I had to finish pumping or Vi wouldn’t have had enough to last her while I was gone.”

  I scrunch my nose at the thought. “I’m telling everyone right now- I’m not doing that shit. I like my tits too much, and so does Kidd. If we ever have a kid, it’s getting a bottle.”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing. These things are amazing. They’ve gone up a full cup size since I started nursing.” Daisy cups her tits and gives them a shake. “When Vi gets too old to nurse, I’m gonna get pregnant again, just so I can keep my boobs.”

  I know she’s teasing, but I don’t laugh. Right now, getting pregnant isn’t a laughing matter to me. It’s been five months, five long months, since Kidd and I started trying to have a baby. The doctor told me not to worry, and that if I’m not pregnant within the year, he will run some tests. Right now, though, he thinks I just need to quit stressing about it.

  Shaking off my thoughts, I start to back out of the driveway. “Is Tabby watching her for you?”

  “Yeah, she’s really good with Vi, and Noah loves to help. Anna does too, but she’s still too little to do much more than jabber at her.”

  Tabby is Preach’s little sister. She has two kids; Noah and Anna. They’ve all been living in hell for a long damn time, but Timber is helping them find their way out. “That’s good.”

  “Yeah, but I just don’t like being away from Violet much. This is really the first time I’ve been gone from her for more than an hour or two.”

  Skittles butts in, looking back to Daisy. “You know I love little Vi with all my heart, but we’re supposed to be talking about damn dresses, not pumping your tits or your fucked up separation issues.”

  Daisy laughs. “Fine, let’s get to the store then.”

  It takes us nearly an hour to get to the bridal shop. I cringe when I look at the white satin dresses, mocking me through the display window. “This place probably doesn’t have shit that I’d even consider wearing.”

  “Quit bitching,” Daisy says as we get out.

  She then grabs my hand and starts pulling me forward. “I’m sure you’ll find something you like.”

  It turns out that Daisy is right, but it takes me nearly two hours and at least a hundred dresses to find the right one. “I’ve got it!”

  I hold up a red satin dress with black roses embroidered down the sides. It looks like something one of the old pin up girls would have worn. It’s short, so short I doubt it will even reach my knees. Judging by the deep V in the front, it’s gonna give Kidd a great view of my tits too. “This is fu
ckin’ perfect.”

  “Umm, that’s not a wedding gown. It’s a cocktail dress,” The sales girl explains, using a tone of voice that should never be used on anyone older than ten.

  I swear the bitch has been sticking up her nose at us since we got here. As soon as she saw the brand on my arm, she started bringing me dresses that would cover it up. I let her know really quickly that I wanted it displayed at the wedding. I don’t think she liked that idea much, though. Each time I tried something on, she would just stand there and stare at Kidd’s mark with her face all scrunched up. I swear she looked like I had just stepped in dog shit or something.

  I’ve been trying to let it roll off my back, but this attitude she’s openly throwing at me right now is too fuckin’ much. Taking a step toward her, I tilt my head to the side. “I said it was perfect, didn’t I?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  “You’ve showed me one piece of shit after another since I walked in here, but I haven’t like even one of them. Have I?”

  She shakes her. “No, you haven’t.”

  Getting in her face, I raise voice. “Why in the hell would I get some white gown that looks like it belongs on some fake ass princess, when I can buy something that makes me looks like a sex kitten?”

  I turn to look at Daisy and Skittles. “Do I look like a princess to you?”

  “A biker babe princess,” Daisy replies with a smile, repeating the words she used to describe herself not long ago. She then motions toward the dress I’m holding. “And that dress right there looks like it was made for a biker babe.”

  I turn to the sales girl and give her a hard look. Raising the dress, I give it a slight shake. “This is the fuckin’ dress I want. Do you gotta problem with my choice?”

  I watch her throat move as she swallows, looking nervous as hell. “No, ma’am. It’s your big day, so of course you can wear whatever you want.”

  I shove the dress at her. “Well then, what the hell are you waiting for? Get me a size ten to try on.”

  She scampers out of the room, and I turn to my girls. “Stuck up bitch.”

  I can see Daisy trying not to laugh as she looks at Skittles. “I love watching from the sidelines when the Ice Queen comes out to play.”

  Skittles looks at me and winks. “Me too.”

  I place my hands on my hips and smile. “Shut the fuck up.”

  KIDD

  I’m sitting at The Kitty Kat, trying to enjoy my bachelor party, but it’s hard as hell when I know Jenna’s gonna be pissed when she finds out I’ve been drinking. Well, fuck it. She should expect me to drink one or two tonight. She shouldn’t have made me make that deal in the first place. My ass won’t carry the baby, so there’s no reason I can’t have a few every now and then, even if she can’t.

  I feel a hand slink around my waist, before a husky voice whispers in my ear. “Doesn’t the bachelor want a private dance?”

  “Get the fuck away from me,” I say, shrugging her off.

  The smell of the whore’s cheap ass perfume lingers in the air, and I realize the drinking isn’t the only thing Jenna’s gonna be pissed about. Thinking of her reaction when she learns about this shit, I jerk my eyes to Preach. “I can’t believe you all pulled this shit on me.”

  I’ve been telling them all since the beginning that I didn’t want a fuckin’ party. I’ve got my baby girl in my bed every night. That’s a party enough for me.

  He shrugs. “Wasn’t my idea, brother. You need to talk to Reese.”

  I look around the club that’s filled with every whore on the payroll and see him sitting in a corner booth with some bitch grinding into his lap. I narrow my eyes as I take in the scene. It takes me a few seconds before I realize she’s not just grinding. The bitch is riding his cock. “Fuck!”

  Preach finally catches sight of them and shouts, “Fuck, Reese! We don’t need to see you getting your nut.”

  Reese’s head is thrown back against the wall, his eyes closed. He doesn’t even bother to open them, just lifts his hand and salutes Preach with his middle finger.

  I don’t give a shit what my brothers do, but that doesn’t mean I want see it. “What the fuck’s gotten into him?”

  Preach looks to me and shakes his head. “You can’t be that damn oblivious.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “You’re marrying Ice Saturday. If you were in his place, wouldn’t you be a little fucked up right now?”

  “Fuck!” I’d hoped this shit with him and Jenna would blow over, but it hasn’t. They’re still as close as ever. The only difference is now he has to keep his damn hands off her. Still, I see the way he watches her, and that need in his eyes ain’t fading. If anything, it’s getting stronger.

  “He’ll get over it as soon as he finds his own woman.”

  Chipper pipes up from my other side. “He’s got a woman. She’s a damn bitch, but she’s his wife. I think getting rid of her ass would be a step in the right direction.”

  Preach nods. “Pebbles is nearly grown. He’ll get shot of her ass soon.”

  “Shit, man. She is grown. She’s damn near the same age Daisy was when you started sniffing around her ass.”

  His eyes move to me, and he shakes his head. “No fuckin’ way.”

  I nod and start to respond, but stop when I see Timber walk in. He comes straight toward me and clamps his hand on my shoulder. “Congratulations, man. Sorry I’m late.”

  Preach’s eyes narrow on him. “Where the hell have you been?”

  “I checked in with Tabby to make sure she didn’t need anything.”

  “My sister doesn’t need a damn thing.”

  Timber has been chasing after Tabby since the day she came to town. Preach is still having trouble with the fact that Timber wants his sister. Hell, even I’m having trouble accepting it. She’s nothing like Timber’s usual; she’s pure sweetness, and Timber has always liked his women with an edge.

  A slow smile spreads across Timber’s face, and a chuckle slips from his lips. “Actually, she did. When I got there, Anna was covered from head to toe in chocolate ice cream and screaming that she wanted a bubble bath, and little Vi was crying for her bottle. Noah was trying to clean Anna up, but she was having none of it. She wanted her bath, and if she couldn’t get it, she was just gonna stay dirty.”

  Preach stands up, ready to rescue his sister. “I guess I better go home.”

  Timber shakes his head. “Nah, brother. We got it settled. Had to bribe Anna with a trip to the park Sunday, but she finally let me clean her up.”

  Preach stays standing for a moment before sitting back down. His ass is barely in place when we hear a shout from across the room. I dip my head to my chest and give it a little shake. While Preach was bitchin’ at Reese, he should have added listening to him get his nut to the list things we don’t need to do.

  JENNA

  “Hey, baby,” I whisper to Kidd as he climbs into bed beside me. “Have fun?”

  “It was all right, baby girl, but I didn’t need a fuckin’ party. I would rather have been here with you,” he says, snuggling into me as his hands roam over my panty clad ass.

  I shrug sleepily. “I just got home a few hours ago. It took forever to pick a damn dress.”

  “Did you get one?” he asks as he starts to nuzzle the side of my neck.

  “Yeah, and it’s bad ass. You’re gonna love it.”

  “I’ll love stripping it off your ass.”

  I roll over and smile. “Are you gonna fuck me, or are you gonna spend the whole night talking.”

  He doesn’t respond, just presses his lips against mine. As soon as he does, the taste of beer fills my mouth. Jerking back, I start to yell. “You asshole! You were drinking.”

  “It was my fuckin’ bachelor party. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a drink?”

  “You fuckin’ promised you wouldn’t touch a drop as long as I didn’t.”

  “It ain’t like I got drunk. I only had a few,” he says, not
seeing the bigger picture. The dickhead lied to me, so now it’s my turn.

  “Same goes for me then. Since you had a few, so will I. I’m fuckin’ drinking tomorrow night!”

  His eyes narrow. “If you’re pregnant, that shit could hurt the baby.”

  His words cut into me. Nervous energy makes me jump out of bed to pace the room. “I may never get pregnant. Timmons might’ve done too much damage to my insides.”

  Just saying the bastard’s name sends bile up my throat. I know he’s dead and can no longer hurt me, but I have a feeling that he will always be a shadow in my life.

  Kidd jumps up off the bed, grabbing me around the waist and leaning back so we are eye to eye.

  “Don’t even think about it, babe. It doesn’t matter.” Kidd’s heartfelt words cut into my heart, the what ifs killing me.

  “How can you say that? You know how much I want a baby.”

  His voice softens further as he pushes a loose hair behind my ear. “I’ll buy us one.”

  “What?” I can’t keep the smile off my face. “Are you crazy?”

  “No, baby girl. I’m just determined to keep my woman happy.”

  Forgetting to be angry, I snuggle into his arms and run my hand down to his cock, teasing him to hardness. “Fuck me, and I’ll be happy as hell.”

  “I can do that, baby,” he growls, crushing his lips to mine as he backs me against the wall.

  His tongue lashes against mine as he reaches between us. Without warning, he rips my panties off my body, letting the ruined lace fall to the floor.

  “Hey, I liked those,” I complain.

  “In my fuckin’ way.”

  I make quick work of pushing his underwear down, and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side, my hand quickly stroking his cock. I love the way it’s hard, yet silky smooth at the same time. I spread the moisture from the tip, ripping a groan from his throat, while he furiously attacks the sensitive skin on my neck with his lips and teeth. He moves lower, across to my hardened nipples, first one then the other.

  “Kidd, get in me. In me now.”

  Without hesitating, he grabs a hold of my ass, lifting me and impaling me on his thick shaft. Both of us groan with pleasure.