Badger's Claim (Devils Riot MC Book 7)

by E. C. Land

  “Honey, as much as I love hearing you call me Badger, I want you to be screaming out my real name when I sink inside your pussy,” he murmurs huskily.

  “I don’t know your real name,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

  “Brett.” The words fall off his lips as he thrusts into my entrance a little. Groaning, he pulls back only to do it again. “Babe, keep your eyes on me. I’m taking you all the way,” he says and I nod. I need him to do just that.

  With our eyes connected, Badger sinks all the way in and then stills. I’ve heard your first time is supposed to hurt yet I feel nothing but pure ecstasy. Sure, it’s strange having him inside me. He is huge, at least from what I’ve felt. I hadn’t had the chance to see him.

  After a minute of him letting me adjust to his size, he begins to move, thrusting harder with each movement. And I need more.

  Releasing my hands, he sits up and pulls my legs over his shoulders. At this angle, I can feel him even deeper as he plows into me.

  I’ve never had an orgasm, but I feel one coming. Badger continues his forceful thrusts as our eyes stay locked together.

  When my orgasm hits, I scream out his name. By the time I begin to come down, Badger reaches between my legs and slaps my clit a couple times, then begins to rub it. The sensations become too much and I come again, arching my back. His thrusts become sporadic right before he stills, roaring out my name.

  As he lays overtop of me yet still holding his weight up, I for once feel safer than I thought I ever could.

  Only question is, will it last?

  Chapter Twenty

  Badger

  My mind is still completely blown away at how perfect it felt being inside Jordan. I didn’t know it could be like that, but damn if it didn’t feel fan-fuckin-tastic. I know I probably should have taken my time to make sure she was comfortable first, but I couldn’t hold off being inside her.

  I’ll make it up to her later when we have more time. Right now, though, we’re heading to the clubhouse after taking a shower together. Something I intend for us to do every day. I don’t know what it is about having this woman pressed up against me, whether it’s in the bed, in the shower, or having her arms wrapped around me as I speed down the windy roads. My heart feels painfully filled with emotions I’ve never felt before.

  Is this what love feels like or something else like infatuation?

  I don’t have a clue what love really feels like, but I gotta say this must be what it feels like.

  Pulling up to the clubhouse, I park in my usual spot while inwardly shaking my head clear of all thoughts of love.

  Tapping Jordan’s leg, I hold my hand out to help her climb off the back of the bike. I instantly miss the feel of her pressed up against my back.

  “Let’s get this over with,” I say as I climb off myself and draw her into my arms.

  “Umm, okay,” she murmurs, her hands pressed against my chest. I know she’s still leery of this. Shit, so am I, but I figure why the hell not embrace what we have. It’s not like we're not married.

  “Just think of it this way, Honey, the quicker I get through the meeting, the sooner I can get you either to my room here or back home.” Giving her a grin, I squeeze her ass with both hands. Jordan’s cheeks turn a beautiful pink as she blushes at my words.

  I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I lean down and kiss her softly. With this morning being her first time, I know she needs to know what we shared meant something. What that is, I’m not sure, but fuck, it means a hell of a lot more to me than I realized it would. Pulling back, I reach for her hand and head toward the door of the clubhouse. Here goes nothing.

  “Oh, my God!” I wince at the loud screams of all the ol’ ladies as we enter the main room.

  “Fuck, y’all could at least let us get further than the door,” I mutter, drawing Jordan into my arms to keep her from getting scared. Sure, she’s been around everyone here, but still, I feel the need to protect her from anything that will spook her.

  After what I witnessed last night, not only at the bar but at home, she’s been through hell the same as me, just in a different form. Where I dealt with mine in one way, she did another.

  “Oh, shut it, Badger. If I’d realized the stunt you and Gadget pulled last night, I would have kicked both your asses. I mean, seriously, what is with you all taking away my chance to throw a party? You men are all the same, rushing us into marriage. Can I please have one freaking wedding here?” Kenny asks, throwing her hands in the air.

  “What the hell are you fussing about now, woman?” Horse yells out as he glowers at his ol’ lady.

  “Don’t even start with me. In fact, you stay the hell away from me. You and that super sperm need to go get fixed. I’m tired of you knocking me up constantly,” Kenny shouts as she whips her head in his direction.

  “Sweet girl, I suggest you quit with the attitude before I take you over my knee.” It’s usually comical watching the way Horse and Kenny banter back and forth, but right now, I just want to get this meeting over with so Jordan and I can have some more time alone. Preferably back at the house where we’d be secluded enough, I won’t have to deal with my brothers hearing her screaming out.

  I’ve yet to get all I want. This morning was merely a sample. But later, I’ll show her exactly what I like. At least I don’t have to worry about one of the clubwhores trying to start shit since when I did find someone to use, I stayed away from the clubhouse. I didn’t want my brothers to know about all my perversions.

  Sure, my brothers all have their own shit they do. I just simply want to keep mine to myself.

  Shaking my head, I focus back on the fact Jordan and I are surrounded by the women of the club and Kenny is throwing a conniption.

  “Wait a second, Kenny, did you just say what I think you said?” Izzy asks, stopping Kenny from saying anything else.

  “Ugh, why do I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself around here? You all need to listen the first time around. Horse and his super sperm can stay the hell away from me, and for the love of God, the next one of you to get married had best do it the damn right fuckin’ way. No more courthouse weddings, am I understood?” Kenny’s face becomes flustered as she throws her hands up, storming past us and heading out the main door.

  “Damnit, Horse, stop knocking Kenny up,” Lynsdey yells out.

  “What the fuck you talking about?” Horse grumbles.

  “Your ol’ lady is pregnant. Jesus, Horse, you know how nuts she gets when her hormones go off. I mean, last time with Kayla, Kenny about killed three of the whores around here for even touching you. Get a damn vasectomy or something. Thanks, asshole,” Izzy mutters, going in the opposite direction.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Horse growls as he stalks past me to go after his woman.

  “We don’t have fuckin’ time for this drama shit right now. Badger, you and Jordan come to my office we’ll talk in there first. Gadget, get what you need and meet us in there. The rest of you be ready for church in an hour. Fuck, it’s too damn early. Mac hand me my coffee,” Twister grumbles from his position by the bar.

  “Are they always this crazy?” Jordan asks quietly.

  “Yeah, Honey, this ain’t nothing. Wait until you’re here for one of the club’s parties,” I chuckle. Placing my hand on her lower back, I guide her toward where the offices are located next to the room we hold church.

  Neither of us says another word as we enter Twister’s office. Guiding her to one of the chairs, I let her sit, deciding to stand to the side. For some reason, I know what she’s going to say is gonna hit way too close to home.

  It might be time to come clean with her before we go into this thing any further.

  Fuck, I don’t want to tell my story, but it might be easier for her to finish what she started last night.

  “Prez, before we start, I got something I need to say,” I muttered, looking Twister directly in the eye, needing him to see just what I mean.

  After a lo
ng pause, he nods.

  Well, here goes nothing.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jordan

  “Prez, before we start, I got something I need to say.” Badger’s words filter through my head as I glance between the two men, seeing Twister nod his head. I swear, these men seem to be able to communicate without words with the way they do the stare and nod so much.

  “Want us to step out of the room?” Dragon asks from where he and Gadget are sitting on the couch on the other side of the room. I almost forgot there were more than just the three of us in the room.

  “Nah, you’re good,” Badger mutters as he begins to pace. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lights one up and inhales. I didn’t even realize he smoked.

  Maybe it’s something he does when stressed.

  “Fuck, here it goes. Jordan, you remember last night when I said the closet was your safe area too? I asked that because it was the only spot I had when I needed to hide from my own demons.” Furrowing my brows, I think back to when he found me huddled in the closet crying. Thinking back to the pain in his voice, it matched my own. Yet I didn’t understand how this headstrong man could know such pain.

  Nodding my head, I don’t say anything, figuring it’d be best not to. Whatever he needs to say, I need to stay quiet and let him say it.

  Sucking in a breath, Badger looks away from all of us as he takes several puffs of his cigarette, finishing it. Twister holds an ashtray for him to put the butt in.

  Badger paces the room a few more minutes in silence as he runs his hands through his hair. The way he seems to be distraught, I begin to open my mouth to say something only to catch my brothers’ features as they both shake their heads ‘no’ at me. Clamping my mouth shut, I patiently wait for him to release what is weighing on his chest.

  With each second that passes, my mind begins to go toward the darkness that it always seems to travel to. Did I do something to upset him? I mean, I know what we shared this morning was spur of the moment. Does he regret what we did? Maybe it wasn’t good for him and he wants out. I don’t even know how my brother even pulled it off, but after this morning with Badger, I’m not sure I want anything else.

  “How do you say something you’ve never even admitted completely to yourself?” Muttering, Badger grips his hair as he’s internally battling with himself.

  “Brother . . . ” Twister says quietly, though Badger doesn’t even glance in his direction. Instead, he looks directly at me before moving to kneel right in front of me.

  “The reason my closet was my safe area was because my mom sexually abused me,” he blurts out.

  Holy shit. Did he just say . . .

  “My first memory of it happening, I think I might have been five or so. She called it ‘exercise’ and said we had to keep it a secret. I didn’t know any different, so I never said anything to anyone. I didn’t know it was wrong until one day I was at school and some old ladies came to school to teach the class about stranger danger shit and talked about what you do if someone touches you inappropriately.” At this point, he stands back up.

  “After that, I started avoiding her when I could. It became harder with time. She figured out what was going on and by the time I was eight, she began shoving pills down my throat to make me get a hard-on. At that age, you’re not supposed to, but she forced it on me. I learned, though, if I hid under the toys and clothes stacked in my closest, I could escape her for a little while.” With each of his words, my heart begins to pound ever harder.

  “The worst of it was my eleventh birthday. She decided to have a couple friends over for a party. A party that involved me naked with a hard-on for them to enjoy. It was the last time I saw my mom thanks to Stoney and the club. See, my dad was in jail because of her. He took the blame for something she did and had to spend some time behind bars. I knew he didn’t do it, but in my mind, I didn’t think anyone would listen to me.” Shaking his head, he seemed defeated.

  “Who would have believed a boy was being sexually abused on a daily basis? No one would have. They would have taken my mother’s side because she’s a fuckin’ chick who knows how to charm anyone she wants to. Stoney and Bear, however, saw through her shit. That day, they came and they found her straddling me while a man held me down and another woman was behind my mom licking my balls.” I want nothing more than to puke as he finishes talking, though I swallow it back.

  “So, babe, I know exactly what it’s like to deal with the horrors of abuse. I have to admit, this is the first time I’ve ever spoken those words aloud. I swore I’d carry those memories with me to the grave. But see, yesterday was my birthday and the memories were too much for me. That’s why I was an ass toward you yesterday. I took off, leaving you alone, thinking I couldn’t handle your shit on top of mine. I rode out, ending up where I always do. Outside my old house. You wanna know what happened?” He glances at me on the last part.

  “What?” I whisper.

  “Stoney and Bear showed up along with my brothers here. They all didn’t know the story. In fact, until now, the only ones who knew the whole truth were me, Stoney, and Bear. But still, they came and helped me light that fuckin’ house on fire. I burned the house down and it helped. Maybe that’s why I feel I can share some of this right now. Because the horrors that took place in that house can’t happen to me anymore. Knowing that it’s not standing anymore, I can finally move forward. And I want to do that with you,” he murmurs as he squats down in front of me. “It’s time for us to move forward together, Honey.”

  Beyond speechless, I close my eyes as he cups my cheek. He says, ‘move forward’ as if it were that simple. I signed my death warrant by lying last night.

  “How do I do that?” I ask quietly as I open my eyes to stare directly into the intensity of his own. I never noticed before the way his eyes have both green and blue in them. Like a sea switching from a deep ocean green to blue.

  “You start at the beginning, when you’re done, we will take it from there,” he says just as quietly.

  Nodding my head, I tell them everything, even going back over what I said last night. I spoke of the men who hung around the house with my dad. Of Kayne and the contract between his family and mine. I told them everything, leaving nothing out. If Badger could speak of the horrendous past he endured, I can release the demons that haunt me.

  The more I talk, the more I realize just how perfect Badger and I are for each other. Seems fitting two broken, damaged souls would find each other.

  Maybe with them being broken, they could be mended together to become one beautiful soul.

  There’s a saying I read somewhere— we all have a past, whether it’s beautiful or dark. Or if it taints your heart, it’s yours to hold, cherish, or throw away.

  I don’t want to throw it away. I'd prefer to work at cherishing a future that came from a disastrous past. One that led me to this man.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Badger

  When you share a story like mine, you expect to see pity on the faces of those you tell it to. At least, that’s what I figured. However, I stand corrected. My brothers’ fists are clenched and their jaws set. Jordan, though tears stream down her cheeks, her expression is anything but pity. No, her eyes showed understanding.

  I didn’t know how she would react to my story, but I’m thankful for having told her. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as she was able to tell her story, this time not leaving anything out. By the time she was finished, I knew she was mentally exhausted. This morning has definitely been one for the books. We went from mind-blowing morning sex to being bombarded by the ol’ ladies of the club only to relay our pasts to not just each other but the three others in the room.

  “I think we’ve got everything we need for now,” Twister says softly, though his features don’t match one bit. No, he’s pissed and ready to explode, right with the rest of us.

  Hearing my woman tell us more in-depth about all she’s experienced has me seeing red.

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nbsp; “Deirfiúr, it kills me that we didn’t know none of this shit,” Dragon rasps.

  “You wouldn’t have been able to stop it. As it is, I signed my own death warrant last night by lying to Kayne,” Jordan murmurs.

  “Honey, as I see it, you didn’t lie. The moment you nodded your head, you said ‘I do’ and that right there ain’t lying, especially when not even five minutes later Gadget hands over a copy of a marriage certificate.” I cup her cheek, wiping the remnants of the tears from her face.

  “Well, either way, I still signed my own death warrant. Kayne won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Since I’m no longer a virgin,” she says with a blush rising on her cheeks as she focuses on me. “I’m not worth anything to him any longer and according to the contracts that these men use, it says death is by right of the man done wrong. I defied the entire thing and if he doesn’t, then someone will.”

  “I think we need to speak with Dean,” Gadget grumbles from where he’s sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop while his fingers fly across the keys.

  “Agreed. Badger, why don’t you take Jordan to your room to rest or to wherever the women are huddled up. I’ll find Horse, hopefully not fucking my sister, and meet you all in church. We can call Dean from there,” Twister orders.

  Nodding in agreement, I hold my hand out to help Jordan out of the chair. “Come on, babe, I’ll show you to my room. You can lay down if you want or chill out.”

  “Okay. I honestly feel like I could use a nap,” she says though stops and turns toward her brothers. “Do you think we can start over? Maybe I can be an aunt to Lo and the twins.”

  “Jordan, you’ve always been their aunt. Lo, Kagan, and Keegan are your family. When this shit is taken care of, I’m sure Doc is gonna demand your presence at the dinner table the way she does Hades and Emerson,” Gadget chuckles as I groan. I love my sister-in-law but Connors can be a little nutty when it comes to these dinners. It’s one of the reasons I’ve avoided her invites so far.