MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) Read Online Free

comfort of a woman’s
arms.
    “It’s going to be alright.” I hug him
from the side, threading my fingers through his hair, and tilting his head to
rest it on my shoulder. Deke solemnly turns towards me and buries his face into
my breasts. Under different circumstances I would probably shove him away and
berate him for being a pervert. But this isn’t one of those times. He is
seeking comfort, and I am going to give him just that. Relaxing back onto the
couch, I take him with me and use my large beasts to my advantage, rocking his
head into them. One hand softly combs through his messy hair, as my other rubs
his back. His hot heavy breaths bathe my skin through my shirt, and my heart
aches for him.
    We remain quiet for what feels like
an hour, as I continue to soothe him. “So,” I finally speak, barely above a
whisper. “What do you want to do? You know I will help in any way I can.”
    Deke rolls his head to the side, and
gazes up at me, his eyes matted with unshed tears. I swallow hard to keep
myself from crying. I have to be his rock.
    “What do you want to do, Sweetheart?” I comb through
his hair, and with a gentle smile, lean down and kiss his forehead.
    “You’re a really good woman,” Deke mutters. “A really
fuckin’ good one.”
    I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t think I’m a
good anything, except maybe an avoider, and if I am being really cocky, I can
suck good dick. But I’m confident that’s no longer true, considering Marshall
would never let me touch him down there with anything but my hand.
    Shaking my head, I wash those
unwarranted thoughts from my mind. This is not the time or the place.
    “So what can you do?” I rephrase my question to a more realistic one.
    Deke shrugs and lifts his head from my breasts,
rubbing his eyes. He relaxes back into the couch beside me, our shoulders
touching. Reflectively I don’t even think about it as my hand rests on his
thigh. Don’t ask me why but I feel like I need to be touching him, to show him
my silent support. Call me crazy, I can’t help it.
    “I’ve been talkin’ to Axel, you know, your friend
Pixie’s old man,” he explains.
    I nod in understanding.
    “I’ve known the man since I started in the club. I
told him about all this shit and asked how I drop an old lady. I know it’s like
some sick ceremony where I gotta burn her property cut and blacken in her name
on my back. He said Pixie would do it for me, since she’s a tattooist and
all…..” he sighs and continues. “Anyhow, so we got to talkin’, and he said they
could use some more brothers over at the original chapter. They got houses and
shit for me to raise my girls. They’ve even got a shop for me to work at.”
    As much as I hate to hear this coming from his mouth,
Axel was right about all of it. It might actually be the best place for Deke to
go with his kids if he’s leaving Vivian. The brothers will protect him, and the
old ladies will help with his daughters. A ping of jealousy cuts to my heart at
the thought of him being there and not me. But I quickly dismiss those feelings
for nothing more than fond memories.
    “So what is it you want to ask?”
    “Um… what do ya think about the chapter? I mean, I
know you know the place. Your pops was a member there, right?”
    I guess I should make this clear—Deke and I talk. He
knows that I have an association with the club. However, he knows nothing about
Big and I’s little fall out or me growing up there. I’ve been keeping all that
shit bottled up and to myself ever since I moved here. It’s been hard to keep
quiet, but maybe it’s time to come clean, if only to give reassurances to Deke
about patching over. I might not want to be there, but that doesn’t mean I
don’t love my family or think the club is a great place. I didn’t run from
them. I ran from him .
    “Deke,” I sigh, squeezing his knee.
“My daddy is the VP down there and Big Dick is their