Badger's Claim (Devils Riot MC Book 7)

by E. C. Land

  “Good luck trying to get out of it. Emerson tried once and let’s just say it didn’t go well when Doc found out Hades and Emerson skipped dinner to meet up with Ricochet when he was visiting. Even he got an ass-chewing,” Dragon adds.

  At their words, the tension Jordan seemed to be holding onto evaporated as she accepted the truth.

  She wasn’t alone.

  By the time I got Jordan settled in my room and made it to church, everyone was already seated.

  “She okay?” Twister asks as I take my seat.

  “Yeah, Prez, she’ll be okay. Think she will finally be able to heal knowing she’s not alone,” I say.

  “What the fuck? Your ol’ lady was never alone in this,” Horse grumbles. Guess he’s still pissed over the way he found out about Kenny being pregnant.

  As that thought popped in my head, another follows right behind with an image of Jordan rounded with my kid. Fuck, do I even want kids? The idea of it being with Jordan doesn’t scare me as it has in the past when the thought of having a kid was only a repeat of what I went through. I know without a doubt I wouldn’t have to worry about that with Jordan.

  “We knew she wasn’t, though Jordan didn’t,” I tell him as I inwardly shake my head, needing a clear mind for what’s to come.

  “Listen up, brothers. We’ve got a lot to go over. One being needing to speak with Dean. I shot him a text requesting he come to the clubhouse rather than doing this over the phone. We need him to clarify some of the information Jordan gave us. It’s fucked up. You all heard her last night.” Twister grimaces as he goes on to relay the information Jordan gave us. Gadget spoke up when needed, giving information he found as he continued to focus on his laptop.

  “What’s wrong with these douchebags?” Burner grumbles. “It’s like all the shit we dealt with when it came to the satanic cults wasn’t enough, someone decided to dump this shit in our laps. Did one of us piss off the universe or something?” Throwing his hands up in the air, he leans away from the table.

  “Gotta say, I agree with you there. Shit just seems to keep happening,” Rage grunts.

  “Agreed,” Thorn mutters. “And I’m just gonna go ahead and throw this shit out there. I don’t need more shit happening, not when Lynsdey is pregnant. Last time was scary enough, not wanting shit to happen again.”

  “Fuck, your woman too,” Horse asks.

  “Yeah, let’s just say I’m not letting that woman out of my sight unless I have to. Not letting history repeat itself. I almost lost not just her but Bud and my princess.” I don’t blame my brother one bit. They went through hell because of that sick fuck Jake. He didn’t just hurt Lynsdey but Cleo too.

  “Well, fuck, guess it’s as good of a time as any since it seems all the women are getting knocked up. Emerson’s pregnant too,” Hades says.

  “I’m just gonna need to keep my shit locked down tight. Something in the water or you all trying to have kids with the same birthday as Horse and Twister’s daughters or some shit?” Burner asks.

  “Shut up, Burner,” Twister snaps. “Now, let’s get back to business. We’ve got some other shit to discuss while we’re waiting on Dean to get here. Grigory has a shipment coming in two weeks for us. We need to be on our game. Up until this shit with Jordan, it’s been quiet. The Dragon’s Fire MC may be out of commission, but that doesn’t mean they’re gone completely, and we can’t forget the Diaz Cartel tried to start shit awhile back. I know we’ve talked about it before, but I just want to throw out reminders. Don’t let your guard down when it comes to safety.”

  “Prez is right. We need to keep our guard up. We may not have had anything happen in a while when it came to our runs. That doesn’t mean one of the smaller charters to the Dragon’s Fire MC won’t try to come after us, even if it’s been a year. They could be biding their time. Same goes with the Diaz Cartel. Miguel Diaz hid for years only to pop his head out of the sand, then disappear again,” Rage states. From what I’ve learned, Rage has some hard feelings when it comes to the Diaz Cartel. I don’t blame him considering what Miguel did to his sister.

  “Stupid fucker best not pop his head back out,” Burner grinds out through clenched teeth.

  “Alright, let’s get back on task. We need to figure out who’s gonna stay behind and who goes,” Twister says, drawing the attention back to him.

  “I’ll go,” I say voluntarily. I’ve never had a problem going on the runs. Grigory’s cool as shit. The first time I met him, I swear he could have killed me without even blinking and most likely, he can. Though long as you stay on his good side, you’re fine. I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side. Rumor is he used to be some sort of personal assassin.

  “Good. You, Rage, Dragon, Burner, and Hades can go. Take Mac with you. He can drive the van,” Twister states. “Now, how about we go grab a beer while we wait on Dean to get here?”

  “Sounds good to me,” Burner mutters.

  “I’m just gonna go check on Jordan,” I murmur.

  “Not even married a full twenty-four hours and he’s already whipped,” Thorn jokes.

  “Fuck off,” I grumble, flipping him the bird.

  Laughter fills the room as we all stand to head out of the room.

  “Soon as Dean gets here, we’ll reconvene. ‘Til then, don’t leave the clubhouse,” Twister orders.

  “You got it, Prez,” several of us mutter at the same time. The rest merely grunt in response.

  Turning in the direction of my room, I practically run, ready to see my woman.

  The need to make sure she’s okay is almost overwhelming, though it’s a feeling I could definitely get used to.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Jordan

  I must have passed out almost immediately after Badger showed me to his room. One minute, I was sitting on the side of his bed and the next, I’m waking up to him brushing his fingers along my cheek as he lays next to me. He’s laying so close, I can feel the heat radiating off his body and it sends a shiver of need through my body.

  I want him again. I thought I’d be scared to want to have sex. I feared the idea of it for so long only to have this man awaken something within me. It’s a need only he gives to me.

  Yet I wonder back to what he told me earlier and all the other tidbits he’s said, then a memory flashes through my head. “You know, the two of us have a lot in common. Though, I’m sure our stories are completely different. I understand all the pain you feel. All the nightmares you’ve probably had. I get it because I have my own demons. Where it was your father you feared, it was my mother.” He’d said this when I was waking up in the hospital. How could I forget the pain I’d heard in his voice?

  Those words mix with the others he spoke, telling me how he loved me since the beginning. As I lay here wishing nothing more than to ask questions, I don’t think either of us is ready for that right now. No, I have a better idea for helping the healing process for both of us.

  Leaning into him, I brush my lips along his as I open my eyes to find his focused on my own. Badger almost looks startled at the fact I’d kissed him. Maybe he thought I’d be repulsed by his story. Or that I’d turn my back on him knowing what he’s been through. Yeah, I don’t think so. He’s a survivor, not a victim, and he’s a badass biker at that. One who I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with starting now.

  Keeping my gaze on him, I lean in again to kiss him though this time I send him to his back as I straddle him. Slowly kissing him with such tenderness. I need him to know how I feel, not with just words, but with this right here.

  “Honey, what are you doing?” he murmurs huskily as I leave a trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw toward his neck. I’ve never done anything like this, and I’m determined to try. Hopefully, I don’t make a fool of myself in the process.

  “I’m showing you how I feel,” I whisper while continuing a trail of kisses down his chest. Thankfully, he’d removed his shirt before climbing into bed. Along with leaving his pants unbuttoned. Les
s work on my part and it helps I stripped out of my clothes as well.

  Who wants to sleep in confining clothes? Not me, that's for sure. I prefer to be able to breathe. So, I’d fallen asleep in nothing but my panties and tank.

  “Babe, you’re killing me here.” The strain in his voice sends a thrill through me as he runs a hand through my hair. Badger knows what I’m working my way toward and the fact he’s holding himself back from taking it makes me want to do it even more.

  Moving further down, I settle between his legs and unzip his pants, reaching in and pulling him out of his jeans. My eyes widen at the sight. This morning I didn’t get the chance to see him though I felt him. I should’ve realized there was more to him than just him being huge. Along the bottom length of him, he has what looks to be five piercings. Barbells going from right under the head down to the where his sack rests below.

  Hearing his chuckles, my eyes shoot up to stare at him wide-eyed.

  “It’s not gonna bite you, Honey,” he says, grinning down at me.

  “How did I not realize you had these this morning?” I murmur.

  “Doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t, it felt good, didn’t it?” Badger asks.

  “More than good,” I whisper, moving my gaze back to his dick. My mouth waters ready to taste him. I hope I don’t embarrass myself by doing this wrong.

  Lowering my head, I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck, Honey,” he groans, tightening his hands in my hair.

  Taking that as a good sign, I lower my mouth further along his length. Badger’s hands help to guide me as I begin to bob my head up a down. His groans spurring me on, giving me the courage needed to take him further down my throat.

  I protest as Badger stops me from going any further as he releases my hair only to lift me up until I’m straddling his waist again with his dick pressed against my panties. “I need to be inside you, baby,” he mutters right before ripping the thin material to shreds. Gripping his dick in his hand, he lines himself up with my core. I moan as he slowly thrusts to the hilt.

  “Brett,” I groan when he doesn’t move. Sitting up, he reaches around me to slide his jeans down his legs before putting his hands on my waist.

  “Ride me, Jordan. Do something I’ve never allowed anyone to do,” he murmurs against my lips before yanking my tank top over my head.

  I knew right then what he meant, and from his story, I understand. This is what that monstrous bitch did. I swear, one day I’ll ask him where she is, but not today. Today is about healing.

  Nodding my head, I put my hands around his shoulders as I slowly begin to ride him, working myself up and down his dick with his help. Pressing my lips against his, I wait for him to initiate the kiss further.

  Badger doesn’t hold back as he reaches one hand up from my waist, gripping the back of my head as he devours my mouth.

  My movements grow faster as his kiss spurs me on. Moaning into his mouth, my hands scrape along his chest as I grow closer to orgasm.

  “Fuck, Honey, I can feel you getting closer. I’m right there with you. Come with me, Jordan,” Badger groans out before slamming his mouth back to mine.

  Grinding my hips down, I pull my mouth away from Badger’s and he zeros in on my nipples rotating between the two. It’s all I need to be pushed over the edge. Screaming out his name, I come around him. He follows right behind me, groaning my name as he presses his mouth into my neck.

  Breathless, I hug him to me. His dick still buried inside my pussy.

  “Damn, babe, that was . . . words don’t describe what it was.” Badger grunts.

  “Same,” I whisper as I lift my head to glance at him. “You okay?” I can’t help but worry about what he shared, though I instantly regret asking as he tenses in my arms.

  A strained silence fills the room for a brief moment before Badger answers, “Yeah, Honey, I’ll be okay. This,” he says, using his hand to point from him to me and back again, “This was fuckin’ phenomenal. You’re amazing and when you touch me, you heal a piece of me.” Leaning forward, he kisses me slowly, showing me the truth of his words.

  “Okay,” I murmur against his lips when he pulls back.

  “How about we go shower, then grab something to eat? I’ve worked up an appetite,” grinning he runs his eyes along my body as he rolls us until I’m pinned to the bed with him having yet to slide out of me. In fact, I can feel him growing hard again. “Actually, I’ve got an appetite for more than just food. I think I’m becoming addicted to you,” he rasps as he begins to thrust inside me.

  “Oh, God,” I groan as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Not God, baby, just Brett,” he murmurs as he picks up speed. Shower and food are all but forgotten. The rest of the world right along with it.

  “I love you, Brett,” I whisper on a moan as he brings me to yet another height I’ve never felt before.

  “Love you too, Honey,” he says, moving within my body, picking up speed.

  By the time we come, sweat covers both of us. I incoherently scream out his name from the pleasure he built up, and Badger groans mine into my neck.

  I never want to leave this room. Nothing bad can ever happen if we stay right here, surrounded by each other.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Badger

  Stepping out of the shower, I inwardly groan at the soreness of unused muscles. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist before grabbing another to wrap around Jordan. We’d finally gotten into the shower after going for a second round. I could get used to this.

  When Jordan first climbed on top of me, I started to be thrust back into the past only to have her draw me back in. She’d shown me with her touches that she wasn’t my demon from the past.

  With each touch, Jordan began to heal me. By the time she took my dick in her mouth, fuck, I had to concentrate on not coming then and there. Her mouth was like hot lava against my skin as it sent pure pleasure up my spine.

  “You realize I’m gonna have to go commando now that you ripped my only pair of underwear here, right?” Jordan asks as she starts to get dressed.

  “Means fewer barriers to get through,” I say, giving her a smirk.

  “Ugh, that’s all you’re gonna think about now, isn’t it,” she giggles.

  “Damn right, Honey, that pussy is fucking awesome. I don’t think I could stop thinking about it to save my life.” Chuckling, I pull out a fresh pair of jeans, foregoing boxers myself.

  Giggling, Jordan steps toward me, she lifts up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers.

  “Is that so?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at her as I squeeze her ass in my hands.

  “Well . . . ” she says playfully.

  “Honey, don’t fuck with me,” I growl, pulling her flush against my chest. “We still have a lot of shit to get straight but I’m telling ya now when it comes to you and me in this room or at the house, I’m in charge in the bedroom. What we did earlier, I let you take control. You needed it, so I gave it. However, make no mistake when it comes to your pleasure, I’m in charge.”

  I don’t know why I felt the need to inform Jordan of that fact except for the playful attitude pushed me. I love this side of her, though I need her to understand I won’t always be gentle. In fact, tonight when we get home, I intend to show her just what I enjoy.

  “Okay, Brett.” She murmurs my name for the first time outside of me being inside her and I can’t help but instantly calm down.

  I need to work on not getting worked up over stupid shit. Well, not stupid shit, but me being buried inside her.

  “Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to flip like that. I just . . . ” Jordan stops me from finishing my sentence by placing her fingers against my lips.

  “Don’t be sorry. We were joking and I offended you by saying ‘well’ that way without finishing it off. I’m gathering it’s a trigger for you the way I have my own triggers. It’s okay, and you’re right, we do h
ave a lot to still talk about. Including things that could easily set both of us off. The fact you let me take control means a lot to me. I love you, Brett, and wanted to show you that earlier. I needed to do that,” Jordan murmurs quietly as she holds my eyes. It’s something I noticed she didn’t do unless we were having sex. The fact she’s doing it now means a hell of a lot to me.

  I didn’t even realize joking about sex could be a trigger for me. I mean, I’ve heard my brothers joke with each other about it and it didn’t bother me. Maybe it’s just because what she and I shared was more than just fuckin’ that it triggered me to become agitated and needing her to understand. Thankfully, I didn’t scare her away like last night when I flipped my shit on her at home.

  Fuck, I need to work on realizing not everything needs to set me off.

  “You know what?” she asks, pulling me out of my head.

  “What’s that?” I ask her softly.

  “I can’t wait to try new things with you,” whispering, she lifts up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against my own. Lifting my hands from her ass, I cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

  The fact I have to get to church is the only reason I pull back. I don’t need none of my brothers banging my door down cause I’m late for church.

  Putting my forehead to hers, I close my eyes. “Babe, I’m new to all this shit, same as you. I fuckin’ love you and you mean the world to me. As for when it comes to these triggers, I didn’t even realize I would be affected by something so small. Same with last night when I flipped my shit at you locking that door to the guest room. I never want you scared of me, but fuck, I don’t know how to explain this shit.”

  “How about we take that part day by day? I mean, it’s not like we don’t have the rest of our lives to figure it out. No matter how long that may be,” she murmurs the last part so low I almost didn’t hear it.