Amy's Santa: Satan's Devils MC Second Generation #1

by Manda Mellett

  When I shiver again, it’s not from fear, but the chill of the night air.

  “Come on, let’s get you inside.” Keeping his arm around me, he leads me the final few steps to his suite.

  “No pressure,” he reminds me, pulling me close, hesitating to open the door. “Whatever you need, babe. What I’d really like to do, what I’ve been thinking of all evening, is feeling those lips again. Is that alright with you?”

  God, yes. Especially when I’d been scared knowing what happened would indeed push him away. The fact that it hasn’t is a relief. What I hadn’t realised is the knowledge there are now no secrets between us, that he knows the worst and has stayed, is freeing. I’d felt used and dirty, but Drew now made me feel clean. Part of the power Flint has held over me for the past three months drifts away. Flint’s in the past, and this man I’ve desired forever is my future.

  He’s waiting.

  “Yes.” My permission is gasped and breathy.

  Then he lowers his mouth to mine, slowly, deliberately.

  The taste I’m still learning is tinged with whisky and beer, but I know, like me, he’s perfectly sober, both of us staying so, intentionally. His touch, so gentle, his tongue dancing with mine. I shiver again, but it’s not from the cold, nor caused by my nerves which are receding, memories of that awful night lessening their grip on me as I hold on to dear life for the man who’s always been kind, and apart from the once, has never done anything to hurt me. Instead of no, I begin to ask, can I? Could I allow my fantasy to come true? Could I let Drew make love to me?

  Eventually he pulls back from me and leans his forehead against mine. “Slow as you need or nothing at all, okay?”

  I nod. He opens the main door and I get my first look at the place Drew calls home. Both interior doors are open, bedroom furniture is in one, and the other has been turned into a sitting room, just how I remember Peg’s back in the day. It’s the room containing a large king-sized bed which Drew guides me into, his hands resting on my shoulders.

  Something catches my eye. “Hey, where did that come from?” My eyes narrow as I spy my suitcase by the side of the bed.

  “Got a prospect to bring your shit down. You don’t need to go back to that suite. Your place is with me, Amy, whenever you’re on my compound.”

  I’m slightly annoyed he’s telling not asking, but why should I object, when deep down it’s what I want. I don’t want to sleep alone, and I’d prefer not to be where I’d remember Xander sharing my bed, and how I disappointed him.

  “I go back to Phoenix tomorrow,” I remind him, the idea not attractive in the least. “I’ve a shift tomorrow night. I was lucky to get these three days off.” I only managed it by getting my request in early.

  He sighs deeply. “I know, Amy. Believe me, I fuckin’ know. I spoke to Nathan, he’ll be driving back with you and staying in your apartment. You won’t have to go anywhere alone.”

  “Are you sure you can spare a prospect?” It’s lucky I’ve a two-bedroom place.

  “Not letting you go, otherwise. I want, need you to feel safe, babe. Now why don’t you use the bathroom first?”

  I nod, nervous again. First. I know he means before him, but it also signifies it’s before I get into his bed.

  I enter the en suite, do the necessary, clean my teeth, then eye my bag I’d brought in with me. I’ve a t-shirt and shorts that I sleep in. Making a quick decision, I slip them on. There’s no way I’m going to walk back into the bedroom naked. I shake my head at my reflection in the mirror. I’m the girl who doesn’t mind walking around completely unclothed in a BDSM club, but I’m scared stiff of letting Drew see me. How fucked up is that?

  “Babe?” Drew calls out, a reminder he’s waiting for me.

  “Coming.”

  I nod at the woman staring back at me, then, taking a deep breath, open the bedroom door…

  Drew hasn’t got the same nerves as me. He’s already undressed, lying naked on top of the covers. I stare, grin, and then let out a loud laugh as I see what he’s using to maintain his modesty.

  “It’s Christmas.” He shrugs when he sees where I’m looking.

  Then my mirth fades. I’d often seen Drew dressed only in a swimsuit when we’d played around in the pool, cooling off in the scorching heat of summer. But I haven’t seen his bare chest for years. He’s changed, grown into the body of a real man. Christ, I knew he had muscles, I’ve felt them as he’s held me, but he’s bulked up and has a well-defined six pack leading down to that mouth-watering V. He’s got tattoos almost covering the whole of his chest, on his back, while I can’t see, I’m certain he’ll have a replica of the Satan’s Devils colours.

  He’s the most magnificent specimen of a man that I’ve ever seen.

  Then I’m laughing again. Full belly laughs which have me bent double.

  “What?”

  I point out a finger that’s quivering, not with fear, but as a result of my amusement. “It’s moving!”

  “Well, looking at you eating me with your eyes, seeing you in those tiny shorts. That’s what you do to me.” He looks down too, and chuckles.

  The Santa hat covering his cock is slowly rising. My God, he’s making hormones go wild as I get an idea of what he’s packing. If only I can summon up the guts to go through with this, I’m going to be one lucky woman tonight.

  It’s then I realise I’ve made my decision. Drew, making me laugh, making me promises he’ll never hurt me. Suddenly the remaining power Flint has over me starts to fade. A burst of rage goes through me, chasing the remainder away. Why let him ruin this? What I’ve wanted since I became a woman? No, I tell myself with determination. I won’t allow thoughts of him to intrude. It’s only Drew and me here. Drew, the man of my dreams.

  “Why are you staying over there? Come lie beside me.” He pats the sheets.

  But I don’t. I do something else. Taking a fortifying breath, I go to the end of the bed and climb on. Then, on my knees, I crawl until I’m sitting on his thighs, one leg one side, one the other. I look down at the red hat with the white bobble on the top, it’s still twitching.

  I smile, then grin as I look up at my man. “I think this is on the wrong head.” Brazenly I remove his covering and place the Santa hat on my own head, my action exposing a very erect, thick, long cock.

  Gingerly, I reach out and touch it, enclosing as much in my hand as I can, noting my fingers can’t close around it, relishing the feeling of steel covered velvet.

  He gasps and throws back his head.

  I stroke him, up and down, my hand grasping him firmly.

  “Babe,” he says hoarsely. “While I love your hand on me, I’m going to blow if you keep up what you’re doing. Come up here.”

  But before I obey him, I lower my mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum that’s escaping, then kissing the tip of his dick.

  “Babe,” he grates. “Here, now.”

  Now I move, inching my way up the bed. For the first time, it’s me initiating the kiss. He lets me lead for a short while, but man that he is, he can’t resist placing a hand to the back of my head and taking over. His taste is in my mouth, his scent fills the air. His fingers grip my hair as our lips move together.

  Then he lifts my head away, his eyes searching mine. “Are you ready?”

  “I think I am,” I admit, my voice soft and low.

  “You can stop this at any time, Amy. We can take it at your pace.”

  His reassurance, his care for me and the love shining from his eyes starts me thinking that we’re taking things too slow. “I need you, Drew.”

  In an unsteady voice, he all but begs, “Show me those tits, babe. Show me what I’ve been dreaming of.”

  Crossing my arms, I grab the hem of my tee, and with only a second’s hesitation when I worry he’ll be disappointed in me, I pull off my top.

  “Brown,” he says, reverently. As he reaches up a hand, he gently brushes his knuckles over my nipples. “I always wondered.”

  God, his light touch
is doing things to me. My stomach clenches.

  “Mouth, babe.”

  Interpreting what he means, I lean forward, balancing my hands on the headboard while his lips and tongue work what he doesn’t know yet is one of my most erogenous zones. His teeth nip gently, then he moves my body to the left and applies the same attention to my other nipple.

  I close my eyes and give a low murmur of appreciation.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  “So wet,” I manage to get out.

  “Babe, I’ve got to taste you.”

  I find I have no objection at all.

  “Take off your shorts.”

  Logistically, I can do nothing else but unwrap my hands from the headboard, lift my left knee rather ungainly, and roll on my back. Then, putting my thumbs in the elastic, push my sleep shorts down my legs, toeing them off completely.

  “Bare,” he says softly. “I like.” He’s on his side, gazing at me. “Fuck, Amy, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.” His fingers gently caress my skin, while his eyes feast on me. “What’s this?”

  “Appendix scar.”

  “Jeez. While you were in Phoenix?”

  I nod. “Three years back.”

  “I didn’t know. Were Heart and Marc with you?”

  “It happened so fast. It was an emergency. I was in too much pain, then in surgery. When I came around… Well, there didn’t seem any point. Luckily I didn’t have any complications, and I had the best care. One of the perks of being a nurse and being taken ill in your own hospital.”

  “You’ll never have to cope on your own again.”

  I honestly don’t know why I did. Dad and Marc would have been there like a shot. But it warms me that he cares so much.

  Then I forget to breathe as I realise he’s moved, now he’s on his knees between my legs.

  “So fuckin’ pretty.”

  His fingers trace my labia, gently parting my lower lips, then he lowers his head and I suck in a lungful of air. It makes him pause. “You doing okay?”

  “No,” I tell him, making him tense, so follow it up fast, “I think I’ll die if you don’t get your mouth on me.”

  He places a kiss to the inside of my thigh, sucking so he’ll leave his mark there. A mark I’ll wear proudly.

  “My mouth, here?” he asks, his voice shaking as he laughs.

  “No,” I say, desperately.

  “Where do you want my mouth, Amy?”

  “On my clit,” I gasp, my experience in clubs means I’m not shy about using the word.

  He takes his time, marking my other thigh first, then, when I’m about to pass out from frustration, he at last moves to the spot where I want him.

  “So fuckin’ wet for me. Fuck, Amy, I could die a happy man now.”

  “I’ll die if you don’t suck me,” I manage to rasp, my hands clutching at the blanket, my hips rising.

  Then he stops torturing me, but soon he’s tormenting me in delicious ways. His fingers are inside me, one, then two, curling around and finding that spot unerringly. He sucks and licks at my clit, driving me mad, I’m reaching for, reaching for…

  He stops.

  “You doing okay?” His question rumbles against me.

  “Drew!” I admonish.

  He chuckles before starting his sensual assault again, this time taking pity on me and not ceasing until I go over the top, my back bowing off the bed. Christ, that was amazing. My head flops down as he slowly brings me back to earth. Only to start all over again.

  After my body’s stopped quivering, he raises his head. “Are you ready?” he asks once again.

  “Would you stop?” Though I try to force them away, memories of Flint entering me assault me. But then, I wasn’t turned on, I remind myself.

  “Amy, I’ll stop any time you want me to. If you’re not ready…”

  “I’m ready. Drew, I’m so ready.” I want him. Need him.

  He’d obviously had a condom prepared, and I watch as he slides it on carefully. Then he lines himself up, an intense expression on his face. He leans over me. “I’ll stop,” he repeats. “If it gets too much.”

  “You think you’re too big for me?” I widen my eyes in mock challenge.

  “I didn’t mean it that way,” he laughs. “But yeah, that too.”

  “Do your worst, big boy.” Again my hips flex.

  He starts pushing in. He is big, no denying that. I breathe through the initial burn. There’s no one else in the room with us, and for the first time since it happened, there’s no one in my head. This is Drew. How did I get so damn lucky? I’ve spent my life waiting for this moment all my life.

  He doesn’t disappoint in any way, and when he’s fully in and says, “Amy, you were made for me,” I know exactly what he means.

  “Gonna move now.”

  “Please.” I’ll resort to begging if I have to.

  Christ, has this man got moves. At first he thrusts gently, when I open my eyes briefly it’s to see him watching my face, checking that I’m right there with him. Then he starts speeding up. My hands tangle in the covers once again as my body starts to clench.

  “Fuck, Amy. Fuck. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

  But I can’t answer him, not when he swivels his hips, making sure he’s hitting that special spot inside me. Then he does it again, and again.

  “Drew, I’m going to…”

  “Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”

  I do, the orgasm hitting me so hard and fast that I scream.

  “Fuck, Amy. Fuck, babe. I’m coming.” He thrusts hard and fast. Again, I open my eyes to see his closed, his jaw clenched tight, his face reddened from exertion. Then he stops, groans, throws back his head, and with a final short jerk reaches his own peak. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my whole life. Drew, in the midst of his pleasure. Drew making love to me.

  He takes a shuddering breath, then another. Then opens his eyes and looks down. “Never, ever felt this good, Amy. Never. I was right. You were made for me.” Then he ruins, or enhances the moment when he adds, “Looks like all I need to do to get you in my bed is to wear a Santa hat on my cock.”

  I punch him lightly, but am soon chuckling, then I stop. “You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever had,” I tell him, my eyes conveying my earnestness. Reaching up, I place my hand against his cheek, the skin warm and still flushed from his release. “You’re my very own Santa.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Heart

  “You were tossing and turning all night,” Marc tells me. “You’re planning something, I know it. Do I want to know what this ride today is really about?”

  Marc’s sharp, she’s still got the nose of a cop for sniffing out trouble. I try to throw her off the scent. “Just a chance for the guys to get some fresh air,” I reassure her. But one look into her eyes shows she doesn’t believe me. After all the years together, she can read me like a fucking book.

  Her lips press together as if she’s trying to hold words inside. After a moment she says, “Just take care.” That that’s all proves how good an old lady she is.

  “I will,” I promise, intently. I move my body over hers, letting her feel the cock that, even after all these years, is always rock hard for her.

  “Have you got time?”

  “I’ll make time,” I promise.

  We move in practised unison. My cock finding her pussy, the vasectomy I’d had after our third child, meaning I take her bare without worry. In tune with each other, it’s not long before she cries out, and I roar as my cum rushes from my balls to my cock, and into her.

  “Messy.” But she’s got a smile on her face.

  “Always,” I tell her, planting a kiss to the tip of her nose. Leaning back on my haunches, I watch my cum running out of her, her pussy glistening with the evidence of us coming together. It’s a sight I never get tired of. After placing my finger briefly in her cunt, I bring it to my lips and taste our combined juices.
r />   “Pervert.”

  I grin. “Always,” I repeat. Then after a glance at the clock beside the bed, “Fuck, I’ve got to get a move on.” Drummer might no longer be the prez, but I still don’t dare keep him waiting.

  As I move around the room pulling my clothes together, she lies there, unashamed in her nakedness, watching me.

  “You could take my rat bike.”

  Barking a laugh, I try to imagine it. “Peg would go mad. He hates that fuckin’ thing.” I’m actually tempted for a moment to wind him up.

  “Only because you’d leave him in your dust.”

  Too fucking right I would. I’m still scared when I see her riding it, though I know she’s a good fucking rider, and I trust her to take care. But that thing can accelerate fast, and I don’t even like to think of its top speed. As for cornering, she can almost lay it over. I will admit though, it’s a blast to ride.

  “I’ll be back late afternoon, maybe tonight.” I lean over to kiss her, tempted to take my chance for a second morning fuck and to hell with the outcome if I make Drummer wait. With difficulty, I restrain myself and straighten up.

  “I’d like to catch up with Amy before she leaves. Check she’s alright. She seemed happier last night.”

  “She did, didn’t she? Marc, can you believe it? Our little Amy, marrying the prez and living on the compound.”

  When she reaches out her hand, I grasp it. “It’s perfect, Heart. They’ve always been close. I know he’ll never hurt her. But Amy, the first lady. How about that? Hey, I’ll always remember the time she called me Mom for the first time.”

  Unfortunately I do as well. I frown, “I was an ass.”

  “Water under the bridge now, Heart.” She giggles. “Me carrying your twins brought you to your senses.”

  I tickle her ribs. “And you didn’t fuckin’ believe me. I was right, you were wrong.” If it comes out in a sing-song voice, I don’t care. Have to keep stock of my few victories.

  She bats my hands away. “It was the first and only time, Heart.”

  “You think you’re always right?” But I’ve nothing to support any argument. She’s probably correct.