Dirty Deeds

by James, Nicole

  “Do you have your own website?”

  “I do.”

  “You’re quite a business woman, aren’t you?”

  “Damn straight.”

  We both giggle, and she leans forward. “Can I tell you something?”

  I lean in, my eyes big. “What?”

  “Your guy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “The few times I’ve seen him in here, I’ve noticed he’s really into the girls wearing garters and stockings.

  I grin. “I’ll have to remember that on my next trip to Victoria Secret.”

  She waggles her brows. “Just a suggestion.”

  I lift the cola to my mouth and smile behind the glass. “Thanks for the tip.”

  Reno—

  I follow Rusty upstairs. Love seats grouped with fake palm plants line the wall. Set back and out of sight from the tables below, they offer patrons privacy. It’s where the girls give customers lap dances. They call this the Star Lite room. I guess for the twinkling lights imbedded in the blue ceiling.

  Jammer, Bandit, and Gypsy have pushed several of the loveseats into a circle and are sitting on them when we walk up.

  Jammer is about forty years old; his brown hair is beginning to gray and the stubble on his face is already there. He’s got the beginnings of a beer belly, and there are lines around his tired but wise eyes. He’s always been one of the more even-keeled members.

  Bandit is younger, mid-twenties, and only been a patch less than a year. Gypsy is about my age. His hair is blond, and he never has any problem getting laid. I’ve not had too much to do with either of them.

  “You’re late,” Jammer says, slouched on one love seat.

  “We had a few problems,” Rusty states.

  Jammer’s gaze moves past him to my battered face, and he whistles. “Looks like it.”

  Neither of us feel like explaining.

  Rusty sits on the arm of one of the love seats, and I stand, arms folded. He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the recording of his video call with the judge. “Need to show you something. It’s about Growler and what exactly our good VP’s been up to.”

  The three men lean forward and watch the video, listening to everything the judge spills about Rat and his devious plan.

  “That little fucker,” Jammer hisses.

  Bandit follows his lead and nods.

  Gypsy meets Rusty’s eyes, then mine. “Anybody else in the club in on this bullshit?”

  “We figure Quick and Reload for sure,” I say.

  “You positive they know about this?” Jammer asks.

  Rusty shrugs. “No way to know. Maybe they’re just hanging tight with him with no clue what he’s really up to. But if I had to guess, I’d say they know, and not only that, I’m betting he promised ‘em something in exchange for turning traitor on Prez. Maybe a bigger cut of profits. Something big.”

  “It wouldn’t take much to buy those assholes,” Jammer says.

  “No love lost between you, I take it?” I ask.

  He shakes his head with a snarl. “Not one bit. I can’t stand those two motherfuckers.”

  “And how do you feel about Rat?” Rusty asks, getting to the heart of the matter.

  “Never been a big fan.”

  “I think we need to make a move before Rat gets too cushy in that chair.” Rusty slides his phone in his pocket.

  “What are you thinking?” Jammer asks.

  “We take it to the club, let them vote him out.”

  “You sure it’s only those two takin’ his back in this? I’d hate to get a fucking surprise on this one.”

  Rusty shrugged. “I ain’t sure about anything. But I… we,” he corrects himself, glancing back at me. “We aren’t waiting around to find out what his next move is. We want to move on this quickly, before he solidifies support behind him.”

  The men exchange looks and grunt.

  “How you think it’s gonna go? This vote?” Bandit asks.

  “After they see that”—Jammer nods to the phone—“they’re gonna vote him out no question. That or they’re gonna want his hide.”

  “Did Rat approach you about it?”

  “Nope,” Jammer. “I’d have busted his jaw.”

  Bandit and Gypsy shake their head.

  “Any chance on getting Growler released?” Bandit asks.

  “Not after he’s been sentenced. We can’t expose this scheme without incriminating the entire club. I’m not doing that,” Rusty says.

  “Good to know,” Gypsy says.

  “Think you can set up Church without Rat, Quick, and Reload finding out about it?” I ask.

  Jammer runs a hand down his face. “We get him off site, it could work.” He looks over at Gypsy. “I get your proxy vote, and you bring the three of ‘em up here we could do a quick meeting.”

  Gypsy nods. “Yeah, Rat does like his strippers.”

  “Especially that hot little red-head who just started. What’s her name?” Bandit asks with a grin.

  “Cinnamon,” Jammer replies. “Good idea. Maybe we could pay her to make sure she keeps him occupied. He ain’t gonna want to leave as long as she’s got him captivated.”

  I nod. “As long as he’s distracted, he won’t have time to think anything’s suspicious, and he won’t be thinking about calling any of the crew.”

  Rusty meets Jammer’s eyes. “Could work. I’ll set it up with Lenny. He’ll make sure she’s on tonight. Jammer, you set the meeting for ten. Gypsy, you get him here.”

  “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. I’ll tell him Cinnamon was asking for him.” He grins.

  I’m tired, and the painkiller has kicked in, leaving me comfortably numb. I want to take Kara to my place and crawl in bed for the rest of the day. It’s the best plan I’ve had in a long time.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Kara—

  Rusty drives us to a neighborhood in Doraville and stops in the drive of a two-story brick house with a carport.

  “Prospect’s loadin’ up our bikes and trailering them back. Should be here in a couple hours. You good ‘til then?”

  “We’ll be fine.” Reno reaches over the seat and slaps Rusty’s shoulder. “Thanks for savin’ my ass.”

  “You’re welcome. Now get the fuck out. I want to get home and get a few hours sleep before tonight’s festivities.”

  “Hmmm… can’t wait.”

  Reno climbs from the car, and I follow him up the drive. Rusty backs out and drives off.

  I take in the place. It’s not much to write home about other than the grass is cut. He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I precede him into the small living room. There’s a couch and loveseat in brown fake leather. They’re at an angle to each other and face the big screen television. The coffee table holds about a half dozen empty beer cans. The room has man cave written all over it.

  I smile. “Entertain a lot, I see.”

  He huffs out a laugh. “The boys come over now and then.”

  “Guess your maid’s on vacation,” I say sarcastically.

  “Hilarious, Kara. Sorry, didn’t have time to clean the place up before I had to go out of town.”

  “And I’m sure you weren’t expecting to bring your hostage home with you, huh?”

  “Yeah, something like that.” He puts a shoulder to my stomach and suddenly I’m inverted. He smacks my ass. “You through being sassy?”

  “Sassy? I’m no such thing,” I argue from my inverted position.

  “Any self-respecting DK would have taken two other ol’ ladies by now and traded you for a bike.”

  I ignore his teasing.

  He carries me fireman style down a hall and upstairs. I get a glimpse of a small kitchen in the back of the house as we pass by. He carries me into a bedroom and drops me on a bed. I bounce once before he comes down on top of me.

  I twist my head as he kisses my neck. I’m dying to see his room. There are stacks of motorcycle magazines on the nightstands. The bed is an old iron one, an
d it’s pushed against a set of windows that face the front of the house. I imagine he can look out and see who’s visiting every time he hears a bike roll up.

  “I thought you were hurting,” I say, smiling as he works his way down and across my cleavage.

  He pauses. “I was. That was before the painkiller kicked in.”

  “And now you want sex?”

  “Babe, with you, I always want sex.”

  “I see.”

  He dips his mouth to my skin as the fingers of one hand works the buttons down my shirt. I’m amazed at how quick he is—a man who’s obviously well practiced in divesting women of their clothing.

  I stare at the ceiling while he’s busy trailing kisses down my stomach. “Do you… Well, um, do you bring women here often?”

  His head lifts, and I’m staring into his liquid eyes. I can’t decide if they’re green or gray. They seem to change with the light. Right now they’re hypnotizing, if not a little bit irritated, and I forget every thought in my head.

  “I don’t fuck women in this bed. It’s usually at the club.”

  “Oh.” That was a lot of information, but I’m still not sure I got the answer I was looking for. He goes back to what he was doing. He pushes my bra cup aside, and his mouth finds my nipple, sucking hard. I moan and arch into him. He’s making me lose concentration. I fight to remember what I wanted to ask.

  “Um, Reno?” My voice is breathy.

  “Hmm?” He doesn’t stop the lavish attention he pays first one nipple, then the other.

  “So, when you say usually… does that mean a lot, like do you have someone special?”

  He looks up again. “Babe, we gonna argue, or we gonna fuck?”

  “I’m not sure yet.”

  He huffs out a sigh. “You’re shittin’ me, right? After everything we been through yesterday and last night? I’ve finally got you alone, naked, and under me—”

  “I’m not naked.”

  “Well, I’m workin’ on it. Give me a minute.”

  “Reno—”

  “Finally got you where I can show you some appreciation, and all you want to do is pick a fight over the past?”

  “Is it the past?”

  “Yeah, thought we already cleared that up.”

  “I’m not sure anything is cleared up. Are you still sending me home?”

  “Babe, you’re in my bed. I’m on top of you. My dick is hard. So, no, I’m not sending you home.”

  “I don’t mean now. I mean later.”

  “Can we worry about later, later?”

  “I want to worry about it now.”

  “You are unbelievable, babe.”

  “I am not.”

  He lifts off me to stand at the foot of the bed. I go up on my elbows, wondering what he’s about, when he yanks my boots off, then undoes my jeans and panties and jerks them off too.

  “Reno!”,

  “Hush. Not another word.”

  “But I—”

  He drops to his knees, yanks me to the end of the bed, and pushes my thighs wide with his shoulders. His mouth comes down on my pussy, his thumbs separating my folds, and then his tongue finds my clit. My head flies back, and my mouth drops open, and I can’t remember my name, let along what I was going to say. “Oh, my God.”

  My words just spur him on.

  My head tips to watch him, and my eyes collide with his. I feel the impact of that stare reverberate through me. Lust fires in his eyes.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he croons in approval. “I’m gonna make you wetter.” Dark determination is stamped on his face. “You’re gonna give me this sweet pussy. You’re gonna give me everything. I’m gonna keep you wet and aroused all afternoon, and I’m gonna be hard for you all afternoon.”

  He licks and sucks and nibbles.

  On the verge of orgasm, I whimper, gyrating my hips toward his mouth. He keeps me there on the edge like a master, taking me to the precipice then backing away when I’m so close. He never gives me more than a short respite before he’s at me again.

  I watch, can’t tear my eyes from him as he uses his mouth, his fingers, to bring me close, then deny me again until my whole body is tense, flushed. Until I’m teetering again. I can’t take anymore. “Reno, oh God, please. Make me come.”

  Reno—

  Kara’s eyes flash open, dilated, melted chocolate, pleading.

  Her scent, like fresh peaches, all sweet and ripe, entices me. Her hitching breaths and the way she calls my name, begging for release.

  All that sweet need, just for me, hot on my tongue. A few hungry licks, and she’ll surrender all… It makes my cock throb to take her.

  Being denied climax so many times, she’s near spent.

  Impatient now, I stand and shuck my jeans, kicking them aside. That sweet pussy waits, glistening for me. I step between the V of her spread legs, grip her hips, and take my cock in hand. I stroke and swirl the head around the nub of her clit. It pulses, her folds engorged. She is beyond primed, and it gives me a high I’ve never felt before. Something primitive and possessive and dominating surges inside me.

  “You’ll stay wet, keep me hard all afternoon.”

  I lean over her, my mouth descends, closing around one of her nipples. I’m not teasing. There’s no toying in my touch any longer. It’s all fierce intent now.

  “Reno! Yes!” She thrusts her chest up at me, wanting more, and I give it to her. I work her nipples, one and then the other until they’re red and swollen, and I know they’ll be sore tomorrow. Good. I want them tender. I want her to remember my mouth on them each time her clothing brushes against them.

  My palm strokes down her abdomen, and my thumb rakes across her clit slowly, repeatedly. I sink two fingers inside her and work that magic spot. She tenses, thrashing her head, arching against my touch, fucking herself on my hand, my fingers, the ridge of my cock pressed to her.

  “Reno!” she screams my name, her back arching as she cries out in a long, wrenching climax.

  I take that moment to pull my fingers out and sink my cock into her, driving into all that sweet heat. I pump in and out, slowly, setting a pace as slow as molasses. She’s all soft and melted, and I work to prime her back up. I want her next orgasm to vibrate around my cock. I’m coated, slick with her release, and it feels so fucking good. She’s a fucking fantasy come to life, writhing beneath me. I lift on my knees, keeping her spread wide, and drag her thighs up to my hips. I hold her waist tight, pinning her to me as I pump into her again and again until she’s moaning, thrashing, begging.

  “Harder. Harder.”

  I give her what she wants. I’ll always give her what she wants.

  I thrust, increasing my speed until I’m pistoning in and out of her, until I can’t hold back. I thumb that little nub in swirling circles, and she jerks, humping against my hand, and she explodes around me as I groan and come inside her, going over the edge with her, until we’re left in a panting, sweating heap.

  I rest on top of her, breathing hard.

  Her arms wrap tightly around me, and I stay inside her. I’ve found heaven. I’ve found home, and I never want to leave.

  Kara—

  We spend the entire day in bed. At some point Reno carries me into the bathroom, and we have a long, hot, soapy shower. Reno shows me everything he can do with a detachable spray showerhead with a massage feature, before wrapping me in a towel and carrying me to bed.

  Eventually I fall asleep. It’s dark when Reno presses kisses to my cheek, nuzzling me awake. Well, half-awake.

  “Kara?”

  “Hmm,” I groan, my eyes still shut.

  “Gotta run to the club. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

  My eyes pop open. He’s dressed.

  “Come back to bed,” I protest.

  He brushes the hair from my forehead and kisses me. When he pulls away, I push the covers down, revealing my naked body. His eyes sweep over my bare skin.

  “Now you’re playin’ dirty.”

  I sm
ile. “Yep.”

  “Little girl, you’re makin’ it real hard to walk away from that sweet body.”

  “That’s the idea,” I purr, burrowing closer.

  He stands and leans over to kiss me. “I’m on to your tricks.”

  “You like my tricks,” I tease, reaching for his crotch. Who is this wanton girl I’ve become? With him it comes naturally.

  “I’ll be back soon, little kitten, and when I do, you’re gonna suck my dick real good.”

  I roll, clutching the pillow to me, and show him my naked backside. “Maybe,” I tease, lifting one leg and pointing my toe.

  “That wasn’t a question.” He smacks my ass. “Ain’t gonna be no maybe about it, lady.”

  “Hurry home.”

  He grabs my chin in his hand, tilts my face up, and presses a light kiss to my lips. “Count on it.”

  “Think of me.”

  “Gonna be hard to think of anything else, darlin’.”

  And then he’s gone.

  I hear the sound of a bike fire up, and I move to peek out the window. I see him straddle his big black Harley, and I miss him already.

  He roars out of the drive and down the street, the sound fading away. I sigh --and drop back to the bed—his bed. I run my hand over the empty spot he just occupied and smile, so sleepily content after more orgasms than I can count.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  Reno—

  I roll back up to my place. It’s almost midnight. The meeting went as well as we could have expected, with a unanimous vote to get rid of Rat. The club was divided on the fates of Quick and Reload, wanting to give them the benefit of the doubt until we brought them in and got to the truth. That will come after Rat is dealt with. A faction of brothers volunteered to do the dirty deed. They’re on their way right now to draw the three out of the strip club and separate Rat from his coconspirators.

  The boys may give those two the benefit of the doubt, but in my mind, they are already tried and convicted. Maybe they don’t deserve the fate Rat has ahead of him tonight, but with any luck, they’ll be out bad. A term we have for kicking a member out of the club and banishing them for all time. They cannot hang with any member; they cannot attend any Devil King function. If they come around, we will run them off, if necessary, violently. We will not acknowledge them if we see them out. They are invisible. They are dead to us.