Ruined (Devil’s Handmaidens MC Alaska Chapter #3)

Chapter 9

NINE

FRENCHIE

OVER THREE MONTHS LATER

I pull up to the gate and look beyond it to the homes and private airstrip. When I pull off my helmet, I roll my neck and stretch out my back. Kicking my stand down on my Harley Sportster, I again check out the homes. I retrieve my cell phone from the interior pocket of my leather jacket and dial the number. I figured they couldn’t turn me away if I came here directly instead of calling ahead.

“Hello,” a soft feminine voice answers, and if I didn’t know she was his mother, I’d be jealous.

“Hello, I’m looking for Dylan.”

“Oh, he just left for a friend’s house.”

“Dang it. I was hoping to speak to him. I’m at the gate.”

“Is this Minuet?” she asks, and I’m shocked for a moment that she knows who I am. Then I remember Vixen mentioning that she came to see me at the hospital.

It’s been three months since the attack. I found out Dylan was in Sitka at the academy, and I gave him and myself that time. I needed it after what happened with Wilder. Physically, I’ve healed. My hip hurts a bit from the long ride, but I wanted to bring my bike. I needed it. The run from Ptarmigan Falls to Wasilla took me more than eight hours because I stopped several times to stretch so that my hip wouldn’t hurt too much.

“Yes,” I say softly into the phone.

“Just a moment. Do you know which house is ours?”

“I do.”

“Come in.”

A moment later, the gate opens, and I put my helmet back on and straddle my bike. I head toward the airstrip, rounding it to the far side. There, I see the hangar house with Dylan’s truck parked in front of it. That means he’s on his bike too. I love watching him ride. He’s the only man I’ve ever thought of riding bitch with instead of riding on my own.

I pull up and slip my helmet off, then unsnap the leather cuff holding my hair back. It falls down my back and around my shoulders. The blond shining in the light against the black of my leather and my cut.

Riddler wouldn’t let me walk away from the Handmaidens, and I’m glad she didn’t. I needed them these last few months. They helped me get through this and talked me into going after my man. They helped me find the courage to fight for what I want in life.

The door opens, and a beautiful woman with hair the same shade of blond as her son’s steps out. She’s elegantly beautiful in slacks and a lightweight sweater layered over a shirt. I look down at my heavy motorcycle jeans and leather jacket with a band T-shirt on beneath. I barely have anything feminine on.

“Come on in.” She directs me, and I try not to limp as I move toward the door.

My doctors and physical therapists said that I would suffer from pain on long rides, and that as I got older, I might suffer from arthritis in that hip. But I was lucky not to have a hip replacement now.

I try to shake off the road dust before I step inside.

“I’m Candace,” she says when I reach the porch where she’s waiting for me. She takes me in a hug, and I hug her back.

“Don’t worry about it. Come in. Want some water, coffee, or tea?” she asks as we step through the door into the open-concept, modern home. She walks toward the kitchen and gestures to a bar stool, but I choose to stand.

“I was hoping you’d come get him. He’s too worried about hurting you more. I tried to tell him that he overheard a conversation and needed more clarification before he assumed it was about you and him.”

I chuckle softly. “I’ll take some water, and if I could use a bathroom to freshen up in a bit, I’d appreciate that.”

“Of course. You can’t show up looking like that when his friends are trying to set him up with another girl.”

The instant fit of jealousy causes me to pinch my lips and squeeze my hands into fists.

She reaches across the bar and pats my hand. “Don’t worry, beautiful girl, he only has eyes for you.”

“Thank you.”

We talk a bit longer, and I explain that he misunderstood the conversation with my professor, and that I’d heard he was in Sitka. I tell her I was giving him time while I healed from my injuries. After a little while, she shows me to a bathroom, and I take a quick shower and change my clothes.

Since I’m only riding from Wasilla over to Palmer, I don’t need to wear my heavy boots. I can get away with wearing heels and some lighter leathers. I change into a pair of skintight, butter-soft leather pants and low-heeled boots with a cuff. I top it all off with a black leather and lace corset that buckles in the front and pushes my breasts up. Before I exit the bathroom, I fluff out my hair, making my hair look wavy and thick.

“Now that is a killer look to catch his eye.” Candace laughs as she takes in my appearance.

“I hope so.”

“Here is the address. Now you go get him. Don’t come back until you have a ring on your finger, girl, because I know he has one for you.” She gives me another hug.

I like his mom.

“I will.”

A half hour later, I’m just outside Palmer, on the north side, in a small neighborhood where several of the homes all look the same. Kids are playing in the yards, the smell of barbecue wafts through the air, and the evening is winding down. Fourth of July was only a couple of days ago, and as I round the last corner, I see several cars and his motorcycle parked in front of a house similar to the others. A trampoline on the side of the yard bounces with several kids, while more run around a swing set.

I can’t wait to have children with Dylan. One thing I’ve thought about a lot lately is what I want from my future. I want to finish my degree and start a practice, while Dylan continues working with the troopers if he wants to. I want us to have kids—at least three, maybe four—and I want to raise them in his house in Ptarmigan Falls.

I pull to a stop and slide off my bike. I notice people watching me. But I only have eyes for the blond man whose gaze stays locked on me until I remove my helmet and unzip my jacket.

Dylan

I t’s been so long since I’ve seen her. I’ve dreamed of her every night and wished I hadn’t walked away. I’ve made plans to go back to Ptarmigan Falls to find Minuet and make things right. I was so wrong to leave her. My mom has been hounding me to put an end to my suffering. She said Minuet is probably suffering too.

I got home last night from Sitka, and my buddy, Griffin, and his wife invited me over for a barbecue. I knew it was a setup as soon as I got there. My mom kept saying it was all day. The woman is nice. She’s a single mother who was married to another trooper, but she’s not my Minuet.

I hear the motorcycle as it comes into the neighborhood, and something deep inside me hopes it’s her.

When it comes to a stop in front of Griffin’s house, I watch as the slight body steps off the bike. The tight leather pants hug her ass. She pulls the helmet from her head and the leather wrap from her hair, shaking it out. She unzips the leather jacket with her cut on it, and her breasts are pushed up high, the swells barely contained in the bustier. She bends at the waist to fluff her hair more, putting that ass in the air, and I start to move.

“Dylan, do you know her?” Griffin asks.

“That one’s mine,” I say as I walk toward her, not stopping until I have her pressed to my chest.

“Hello, handsome,” she says in her soft voice, the French accent strong. I know she’s emotional.

“I. Love. You.” I say each word as I take her in my arms and lift her up by her ass. I kiss her deeply and fully, letting every man that saw her know she’s mine. Letting her know she’s mine. Laying my claim on her.

When I pull away, her lids open, and her green eyes are dilated. “I love you too. But we need to talk first,” she says.

“Care to introduce us?” Griffin interrupts us, and I turn with a growl.

Minuet slips from my grip, but I keep an arm around her.

“I’m Minuet Gagnon.” She reaches a hand out to Griffin. He shakes it as he introduces his wife.

We stick around for a bit longer, and then I take her to a hotel in Wasilla. She follows me. I love seeing her riding next to me, but I want to feel her wrapped around my body.

As soon as the door closes behind me, I have her in my arms again and pressed into the wall. I kiss her deeply, and she wraps her legs around my hips. Her hands go into my hair.

“I need inside you, and then we can talk,” I tell her. “You have five minutes to strip, or I cut you out of those clothes.” I reach to my back and pull out my knife. I love that both she and I love our knives.

I set her down, and she starts stripping. I can’t take my eyes off her. She has a couple new scars from her fight with Wilder that I can’t wait to kiss.

I yank my Henley over my head while I kick off my boots. Then I unbuckle my belt and yank it from my loops before I set it on the table. Next to go are my jeans and boxers both.

She is completely naked and starts crawling across the bed, her ass in the air again. I’m on her in an instant. I flip her over and her legs spread wide. My eyes zone in on her scar, and my mouth drops to the apex of her thigh and body where the bullet entered her body as she struggled with Wilder. I could have lost her. I kiss the scar reverently, thinking of how close it truly was, according to the doctor.

Minuet’s hands go to my hair and lift my head up.

“I’m here. I’m not leaving you, and you’re not leaving me again, because I’ll come find you again,” she says, her eyes full of fire.

I kiss her pussy and flick my tongue against her clit before I slide up her body. I nip her belly button, both nipples, her neck, and finally her chin before I take her lips. My cock nestles against her core, and I slide it between her lips, getting it wet with her essence before lining it up and burying myself completely inside her body.

“I’m never running from you again.”

My strokes are long and deep. I watch her eyes, and she watches me. Our gaze says everything we haven’t said yet. We say what I’ve wanted to for months. I hear what she’s wanted to tell me, and when the tears start to flow from her eyes, I can’t stop my own from misting. I don’t change my pace. I continue to take her in a steady, long and deep rhythm. When her body begins to tremble, I change the angle by lifting her legs to wrap around me.

“Does that hurt your hip?” I’m not sure what pain she is in, but I don’t want her to be in any.

“No.” She sighs as she finally breaks eye contact and throws her head back, moaning long and loud. “Dylan. Right there, Dylan. Harder,” she begs, and I pull out and slam back in, taking her harder.

The headboard bangs against the wall, and I don’t care. I thrust into her again and again, until she screams my name, not stopping as her pussy contracts around my cock and pulls my orgasm and cum from my body. I moan her name and take her lips as I empty deep inside her.

“I’m not on birth control,” she tells me, and I pull back slightly.

“I’m marrying you as soon as I can.”

“Good.”

“Dylan, I’m ruined, but not in the way I was before. I’m ruined now because there is only one man that I could ever love, and that’s you. You ruined me. What you overheard was me questioning the professor about Poison, not myself. I’ve already talked to my professor about me. She told me I needed to move on and have a relationship. That I’ve done all the healing I could. I sought the doctors. I took the time. I recovered. I just needed to tell myself I was ready. I did that with you when I accepted that first date with you to the Turtle Club. Even before that, when I asked you to kiss me.”

“Shit, all I heard was you asking about a relationship, and I thought of us.”

“I know. But I want to help Poison when she comes home. I want to show her that no matter what she’s endured, she can be whole again. She’s not ruined either.”

“I love you, Minuet.”

I slide from her body and reach over the side of the bed to my jeans, where I pull out the ring my mother helped me pick out. It’s a beautiful emerald and diamond engagement ring.

I take her hand and slide it onto her finger, then look her in the same-colored green eyes as the gem.

“I’ll do everything I can to make you the happiest woman on the face of the earth, Minuet.”

“Then never leave me, and give me babies.”

“I’ll get started on both of those right now.”

I roll her to her back and make love to her again.