Give it Up: The Devil’s Boys MC, 1

by Snow, Jenika

  A moment later he had his fingers slick with lube. He ran those digits over my asshole, slicking me up, readying me for his penetration.

  “I’m going to make you mine,” he said as he placed the tip of his dick against that tight hole that had never been looked upon, let alone breeched by anyone.

  “I’m going to be easy, baby, gentle. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Nina.”

  Slowly he pushed into me, and tears formed in the corner of my eyes from the burn of having the bulbous head of his shaft stretching that tight ring of muscle. And when he finally pushed through the opening, he hissed and I gasped.

  He was so big, so thick inside of my ass. He went slow and easy, gave me time to adjust. But the pressure, the stretching feeling only intensified my desire, my pleasure.

  “So tight. So hot.” He continued to push inside of me.

  When I didn’t think he could go any further in my ass, he slid in another inch, his balls pressed right to my pussy now, the heat from his sack having me gasp.

  He pulled out and pushed back in.

  Over and over again.

  He went a little faster each time, added a little more pressure on my hips with his fingers with each thrust, and went harder every time I cried out.

  God, I was going to get off.

  The feel of his balls slapping against my pussy sent me over the edge once more. I bowed my back, closed my eyes, and cried out as I climaxed. I felt wanton as I slammed my ass back against him, and heard him growl low as he neared his own release.

  I knew in that moment I had a hell of a lot of control over Loch.

  I felt him pull out of my ass slowly, gently. I desperately wanted him back inside of me, needed to feel him stretching me, claiming every part of me.

  “Nina, baby girl. Look at me. Look at what you’re fucking doing to me.”

  I looked over my shoulder, my eyes feeling wide, my mouth open. I was flipped onto my back once more, my breasts shaking from the force. I watched in pleasurable awe as he started jerking off.

  Root to tip.

  Base to head.

  He ran his palm up and down his cock, his focus on me, his eyes half-lidded as he started breathing harder, harsher. It was the sight of his muscles flexing and bunching, of his mouth parted, and of the guttural sound that came from him that had me on the verge of coming right along with him.

  Alpha, that’s what he was through and through.

  “That’s it. Pull your nipples, make that hurt turn into pleasure.”

  “Loch,” I gasped as I did what he said.

  “Christ,” he groaned.

  He had his eyes slightly open and watched me, never taking his gaze off of me this entire time.

  “Baby,” he said harshly, his jaw clenched, his body so hard and tight. “God, yes, Nina.”

  He continued stroking himself from root to tip, his palm going over the monster between his legs.

  “Nina,” he groaned right as he came, the sinew and tendons under his skin flexing. He came hard, great white arcs of his cum shooting out of the tip of his dick and landing right on my stomach. I knew my eyes were wide, my mouth open. All I could do was watch, feeling eroticism as his orgasm seemed to go on and on, his semen covering my belly, having little waves of pleasure moving through me.

  “Fuck,” he said tensely. “Rub it in, baby. God, please fucking rub it in.”

  And I did just that.

  I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe as I lifted one hand and proceeded to smooth his cum over my stomach.

  “Your titties, Nina. Spread it all over your breasts.”

  He was hot and slick on my body.

  A deep groan left him as he watched me, his orgasm still going, white arcs shooting out from the bulbous crown and landing on my body.

  After his orgasm faded, he braced his hands beside my head, his mouth close to mine, our breathing hectic, frantic. His dark hair was slick with sweat, beads trailing down his temples.

  I made him this wild, this out of control.

  Me.

  “Christ, baby.” His eyes were still closed. “I have never come like that in my life.” He slowly shook his head, and when he opened his eyes I saw something different in the dark depths.

  I knew exactly what it was. It was what I felt as well.

  Love. Real, bone-deep love that had lasted a lifetime.

  He smoothed his hand over my cheek and I sighed, feeling content, like I was exactly where I was always meant to be.

  He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The act seemed so gentle and intimate, even after what we had just done, even knowing what a hardened man Loch was.

  “You seem … softer,” I whispered. He pulled me in impossibly closer and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beating, feeling it right under my cheek.

  “It’s because of you,” he answered after a moment.

  “Me?” I said and closed my eyes, knowing that I could fall asleep in this moment with Loch holding me. I didn’t even care that everyone probably knew what we’d done, had heard us.

  In fact, I wanted them to know. I wanted everyone to know I was Loch’s.

  Chapter Eight

  Nina

  We’d cooked a large feast, enough that there would be leftovers, which was typically unheard of for the MC as they were big guys and had big appetites.

  I walked out from behind the bar, a bottle of whiskey in each hand. Setting one on each end of the table, I walked back around to sit next to Loch. He grabbed the arm of my chair and pulled it closer to him. I chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss him, not caring about the PDA.

  The guys groaned and moaned at our display, and Loch usually flipped them off to shut them up, but this time he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.

  He used his tongue to stroke mine, this gruff sound leaving the back of his throat. We could hear little whoops and hollers, even some low whistles from the guys. Even someone clapping.

  This time, I was the one to lift my hand and give the guys the finger, never stopping the kiss with Loch. There was a round of boisterous laughter and I finally pulled back, looking into Loch’s eyes, feeling myself fall deeper in love with him. I didn’t think that was possible, but since being with him, letting all the guys know that we were together, everything just fell into place.

  It was like this was how it was always meant to be, this perfect union, that missing puzzle piece in an otherwise completed picture.

  “You know,” Merc said and I looked at him. He sat across from us, amusement covering his face. “I’m really glad you two finally got together.”

  “No doubt,” Perch said.

  “I busted Loch’s balls constantly for eye-fucking you, Nina,” Chopper said and grinned.

  “’Bout time he manned up,” Zane finally said.

  “Hey,” Loch said in a booming voice.

  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in closer, his protectiveness even more intense than it had been before, if that were possible. Although I could tell he was serious by his voice, I looked over at the guys and winked.

  “Maybe this is the just first one to bite the dust,” Hemp said. “I can’t wait to see what other sorry son-of-a-bitch gets trapped with an old lady.” He started chuckling, which had a few of the other guys doing the same.

  Just then the sound of someone pulling into the compound had all the guys on alert. Whoever had come into the parking lot was clearly known, or else they wouldn’t have gotten through the main gates and the prospects watching it.

  Loch was out of his seat first, followed by the other guys.

  They were all strapped and loaded, ready at all times. Before they even made it to the front door it opened and in walked Alexis. She’d been crying, mascara moving down her cheeks, black smudges under her eyes. Her hair was this wild mess around her face, as if she had been running in the wind, tangling it.

  She searched the room, her gaze landing on me, her whole body slumping as if in relief. I fou
nd myself walking toward her, pulling her in close.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered, hugging her tightly, feeling her tremble.

  She started sobbing, holding me tighter.

  “I’m sorry for coming here. I didn’t know what to do, where to go.” She pulled back and sniffed, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. “And since I’ve never felt safer than when I’m between these four walls…” She looked around after she spoke. “I know exactly what the MC is,” she whispered so only I could hear. “This was the first place I thought about coming to, where I felt the safest.”

  I didn’t ask her how she knew about the MC. Alexis was smart, had probably put the pieces together. Whatever had happened had scared the shit out of her, that was clear.

  “I left my boyfriend and I’m afraid he might retaliate.”

  I felt my brows knit in confusion. “Retaliate? How so?”

  She was silent for a moment, maybe gathering herself, maybe trying to get the strength to be honest. When she finally looked in my eyes again, I saw she was truly afraid.

  “He found out I was going to leave him and tried to stop me. He wouldn’t let me go so I cracked a vase over his head and fled.” She swallowed, the sound audible.

  I felt the guys standing behind me, watching, waiting. It was then that I looked down and saw bruising on her neck, as if someone had been choking her. I lowered my gaze even farther to her wrist, and saw finger-sized black and blue marks on her flesh.

  My anger grew. I looked over my shoulder at Loch, with Merc standing beside him, his focus on Alexis, on the bruising. I could see the anger coming from Merc, feel it. I knew that this wouldn’t end well for the man who had hurt her.

  Alexis had not only been helping the club for months, but we’d all dealt with so much abuse in our lives. It’s what had us coming together, becoming a family. We knew how that was, how it felt. So, when one of our own, and Alexis was one of us, was hurt, things went downhill real fast.

  I knew these men would handle the ex-boyfriend situation. I knew that by the time everything was said and done the guy would either be dead or wish he was.

  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and started leading her away from where the guys were. Merc reached out and took my wrist, stopping me. But he wasn’t looking at me, instead at Alexis. I glanced between the two of them, wondering what the silent exchange was about. Finally, Alexis looked away and started walking past me. I stared at Merc, knitting my brows in confusion.

  “What is up with you?”

  “That motherfucker’s dead,” Merc said and turned toward the bar, making quick work of eating up the distance until he stood on the other side. He gestured for the prospect standing behind to get him a drink, and in a matter of seconds he had a shot glass filled in front of him.

  I looked at Loch. “Go see if she’s okay,” he said. “Set her up in an empty room. I’ll talk to Merc and will deal with this. Tell her she has nothing to worry about and can stay here as long as she wants.”

  I rose up and kissed him on the lips. “I love you,” I said softly. I realized how lucky I was to be here, to have him. I realized that each and every day, from the moment he came into my life.

  I made my way to the back room where Alexis was. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting together, her focus on the act. “Hey,” I said and she glanced up at me. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay. Just a little freaked out.” She ran her fingers over the bruises on her wrist. “I thought it was best to leave, for us to have separate lives. It’s not like anything was there between us. It hasn’t been for a very long time. I’d walked in on him plenty of times fucking some other girl, which I don’t care about, but which makes for an awkward scene.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I planned on telling him I was leaving, but not before he found my bags packed. He’d been drinking, his anger unlike anything I’d ever seen.”

  “Everything will be okay. The guys will take care of it.”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “I know and thank you, although it’s not their fight. I should not have come here and brought this on their doorstep.”

  I sat beside her and took her hand in mine. “You’ve been part of all of this for months, the MC, all of us. You’re family now. And by the way you talk it sounds like you kind of knew what’s up with the MC anyway.”

  She looked up at me but didn’t say anything at first. Finally, she cleared her throat and nodded. “I mean, I put pieces together in very beginning. I knew something was up at the club but I didn’t care. I liked being here, being around everyone. But then I was working on some of the paperwork, getting things organized, and came across some handwritten letters, numbers about guns and drugs. And then it all fell into place.”

  We were both silent for a moment. I was a little bit pissed at myself for not keeping everything locked up tight. She’d stumbled across some old paperwork, and if she hadn’t found it and someone else had, it could’ve been a lot worse for the club.

  “Of course, I didn’t say anything. I’m sure you’re wondering if I did.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not, actually. If I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t have kept you around, wouldn’t have allowed you to be this close to the club.” She looked away from me and nodded, staring at her hands again. “The MC trusts you, too. It’s why you’re here, Alexis.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Hey,” I said softly but she didn’t look at me. “Everything will be okay.” I wondered what that silent exchange had been between her and Merc. There was definite tension in him where Alexis was concerned.

  “Can I ask what’s going on between you and Merc?” She looked at me, confused. “I just noticed some kind of … chemistry moving between the two of you back there.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she said and I heard the honesty in her voice. “Whatever that was back there caught me off guard as well. I don’t know what it was about, to be honest. I’m just so confused and everything has been turned upside down in the snap of a finger.”

  “Life is like that, unfortunately. One day things are perfect and the next shit hits the fan.”

  We sat there for a moment not speaking, but nothing needed to be said. Finally, I stood and smiled down at her. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want. In fact, I doubt the guys would want you to leave until the ex-boyfriend situation is handled. I know they want you safe, especially since you’ve been hurt. But you’re not a prisoner and you’re free to go whenever you want.”

  Alexis stood and rubbed her hands down her jeans. “I’d like to stay here for a little while, if that’s fine. Besides, I’m not ready to face anyone or anything right now.” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Now that I’m thinking clearly, I am humiliated that I came here, that I brought my dirty laundry to their doorstep.”

  “A woman was hurt. The MC doesn’t put up with that shit.” She looked at me. “What happened to you is not dirty laundry, Alexis. It’s life and the club will make sure you’re not hurt again. Trust in that.”

  It was then that I realized there were many more layers to Alexis than I’d initially thought. She might act easy going, like she didn’t have issues, but it was a front. How exhausting it must be to put a smile on day in and day out and pretend things were fine.

  It just made her stronger, though.

  “You have a family here.” I meant those words, right down to my very narrow.

  “Thank you again. Pease tell everyone I said I’m forever in their debt.”

  I smiled and left her alone, knowing she needed some time. I headed back out and found the guys in the meeting room, standing around the long oak table, clearly talking about the next move.

  Arms wrapped around me and I was pulled against a hard body, instantly smelling leather and Loch’s cologne. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest.

  “You think everything will be okay?”

  He didn’t answer for l
ong seconds, and then I heard him exhale. “We’ll make sure of it.”

  I knew they would.

  * * *

  Merc

  Later that night

  The clubhouse was still, silent.

  I brought the bottle of whiskey to my mouth and took a long drink. I’d already finished off half of the liquor, because getting good and trashed seemed like a great fucking idea right now.

  I’d been hunting down the bastard who’d hurt Alexis, but he’d left, run away with his fucking tail tucked between his legs when he knew I was hunting his ass down.

  But I’d find him.

  It was two in the morning, everyone passed out from partying, or fucking in another room.

  And here I was, polishing off this alcohol because I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop thinking about avenging Alexis.

  I set the bottle down and stared at it, the liquid sloshing around in the glass for a second before settling.

  Alexis.

  From the moment I watched her step through the clubhouse doors, I wanted her like a fucking possessive animal. Never had I desired—needed—someone the way I wanted Alexis.

  How I felt wasn’t logical, wasn’t fucking normal. We didn’t know each other, hadn’t even said more than a handful of words since she’d come into the club’s life a few months ago.

  Yet when I looked at her, I only saw one thing.

  Mine.

  The reaction had been so instant that my breath had caught, my heart stalling in my chest. And ever since that day she walked through the clubhouse front doors, I hadn’t been able to let go of that feeling. I couldn’t stop looking at her, watching her. I couldn’t stop having this anger rise up in me when another man looked at her, tried to talk to her.

  I had no claim on her. I knew that. But it didn’t stop me from desperately wanting to mark her, make her mine.

  I stood, deciding to just go to bed, stew in my own need for revenge, and hopefully pass the fuck out before starting the whole process over again.