Prospect: Satan’s Fury MC-Memphis

by Wilder, L.

  Before either of them could respond, I made my way to the kitchen to find Samantha waiting by the back door. A soft smile crossed her face as she said, “I tried to drive home myself, but Gus wouldn’t have it.”

  “It’s fine. I don’t mind taking ya.”

  I followed her out to Gus’s truck, and once she was inside and buckled up, I pulled up to the gate where Gash was standing guard. Just like earlier, Duchess was sitting in her spot right next to him. I rolled down my window and asked, “She doing okay?”

  “Yeah, she’s good.” He glanced down at her and smiled. “Kind of nice having her around.”

  “Can’t disagree with you there. I’ll be back. Just going to run Samantha and Harper home.”

  “Good deal. Be careful.”

  I nodded, then rolled up the window and started driving towards Gus’s house. As we headed into downtown, I took a quick look at the clock, and I found myself wondering if Landry was still sitting at the table with Hawk. I wondered if he was making a play for her, and if she was buying into it. The whole thing was fucking with my head. Noting my tense mood, Samantha looked over to me and asked, “Is something wrong?”

  “No, ma’am. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

  “Oh, so your quiet mood doesn’t have anything to do with the pretty girl I saw you talking to earlier tonight?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I kind of thought so.” She patted me on the arm as she said, “Have you talked to her about things?”

  “Yes and no.” I kept my eyes on the road as I continued, “I probably fucked ... I mean, screwed things up by not talking to her more.”

  “Better late than never.”

  “I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I haven’t been able to spend much time with her, and if I had to guess, I’d say she isn’t exactly happy about it.”

  “Give her time. Club life takes some getting used to,” she tried to reassure me.

  I knew she was right. I just hoped Landry would give me a chance to make things right. As soon as I dropped off Samantha and Harper, I rushed back to the clubhouse. I had it set in my mind that I was going to sort things out with her, once and for all. When I got back, I was relieved to see that things were starting to die down. I hoped that was a good sign, and I’d finally get a chance to talk to Landry. As soon as I walked in, I spotted her sitting at the bar with August and Darcy. I started towards them, but stopped when I noticed that Hawk was not only sitting with them, but he had his hand planted on the small of Landry’s back. A mix of jealousy and rage surged through me as I watched her laugh at something he’d said. I’d seen enough. I walked up behind her and lowered my mouth to her ear as I growled, “We need to talk ... Now.”

  “Okay.” She turned to face me. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Not here.”

  I took a hold of her hand and led her out of the bar. As we walked down the hall towards my room, she asked, “Wait ... Where are we going?”

  I didn’t respond. Instead, I opened my door and guided her inside. Once the door was closed, Landry pulled her hand from mine and walked to the center of the room. With her arms crossed, she glared at me with a scowl on her beautiful face. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I stood there staring back at her. She looked incredible in that black dress. Fuck. My dick got hard just seeing how it hugged her curves, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to take the damn thing off. I wanted to take her right against that goddamn wall and show her exactly what she’d been doing to me all night long, but the second I thought about Hawk’s hands on her, my carnal thoughts were quickly replaced with anger. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight.”

  “I did.” Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room as she muttered, “I would’ve enjoyed it more if you’d been around.”

  “Yeah ... right,” I replied, my words dripping with sarcasm.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” She tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she muttered, “Wait ... are you mad at me right now?”

  When I didn’t respond, she shook her head in disgust and muttered, “You do remember that you’re the one who left me alone out there tonight? You basically threw me to the wolves and left it up to me to figure things out. And to make matters worse, you barely said two words to me all night long.”

  “You said you could handle the fact that I was prospecting!”

  I could see from the scowl on her face that my words stung, but they didn’t stop her from coming at me again. Without hesitating, she snapped, “I can, and I did. Did I bail on you when you were busy? I stuck it out and handled things the best way I knew how.”

  “Flirting with my brothers wasn’t handling it, Landry.”

  She placed her hand on her hip as she continued, “Have you ever heard the saying, ‘perception is reality’?”

  “Yeah. What does that have to do with this?”

  “Well, from where you were standing, it might’ve looked like I was flirting with those men, but I wasn’t.” Her expression softened as she continued, “I was just trying to be nice ... I wanted to make a good impression and get to know your brothers and their ol’ ladies because I know this club thing is important to you.”

  “Ol’ ladies?” I scoffed. “For someone who didn’t know anything about MCs, you seem to have figured out a few things.”

  “I just spent four hours talking to them. I picked up on ‘a few things’,” she argued. “Regardless, I was just trying to make a good impression on them.”

  She was telling the truth. I could hear it in her voice, but that didn’t stop me from saying, “Well, you certainly made an impression.”

  “You know what?” A wounded expression crossed her face. “Just forget it.”

  Regret washed over me as I watched her turn towards the door. I should’ve just let her leave. Nothing good would come from having her stay, but the thought of her walking out that door had me calling out to her. “Landry … Wait.”

  She stopped but kept her back to me as she said, “You got it all wrong, Clay. Yeah, I was upset that I didn’t get to spend much time with you, but I wasn’t trying to punish you by flirting with your brothers. In fact, we spent the entire time talking about you.” Damn. I’d really fucked up. I let my frustration and jealousy cloud my judgement, especially where Gauge and Hawk were concerned, and I’d hurt Landry in the process. She turned to face me, and her pained expression gutted me. “I really like you, Clay, and I want to see where this goes between us. If you don’t feel the same, then just let me walk out of here.”

  I didn’t have the words to tell her, so I did the only thing I could. I showed her. I stepped closer, gently placing my hand on the nape of her neck, and pulled her full mouth to mine. The touch of her lips set me on fire, and I knew there was no going back, no more keeping my restraint. Consequences be damned, I needed her. I’d never felt such a hunger for a woman, and from the way she kissed me, there was no doubt she felt the same. It was like I’d waited a lifetime to feel her in my arms, and now that I finally had her, I was afraid I’d never be able to let her go. She felt too good, too right. The scent of her skin and the warmth of her mouth seduced my senses, making me want her even more.

  I trailed kisses down her neck as I whispered, “I should’ve let you walk out of here, but I can’t. I want you too fucking much.”

  I slipped my hands behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. I gently lowered it down her shoulders, revealing her black silk bra and perfect round breasts heaving up and down. Through the thin, smooth fabric, I could see her nipples tighten beneath my gaze. She was so damn perfect—just like I knew she’d be. “I want you, too, Clay. I want you so much.”

  My cock stirred in response and my mouth moved to her collarbone. I kissed her skin softly, teasing her, wanting her wet and aching for me. After I dropped her dress to her ankles, I pulled off her boots, then I made quick work of unhooking her bra, sliding it down her arms before lowering my lips to her breasts. Goos
ebumps prickled her skin as I took one nipple in my mouth and the other between my index finger and thumb. I circled my tongue around one taut peak as I firmly squeezed and rolled the other between my fingertips. Her hands moved to my hair and her fingers wound themselves in the strands as a moan escaped her. When that voice reached my ears, I was lost. Her heart, her body, everything called out to me, like she was made just for me.

  Heat filled her gaze as she hooked her thumbs in her black lace thong and slid it seductively down her tan legs. She stepped out towards me, running her hands along my chest and under my cut.

  “Your turn,” she whispered. She looked up at me tentatively and when I didn’t stop her, she carefully slid my cut off and laid it on the bed. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and pulled her against me. Her skin was warm and soft, and a jolt of need surged to my cock. I heard her gasp as my growing erection pressed against her. She gazed up at me wantonly, biting her lip, before moving her hand to my crotch and slowly stroking me through my jeans. That was all the restraint I could muster. I slid my hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. A soft whimper escaped from her lips as they parted, allowing me to kiss her deeper. With my other hand, I unfastened my belt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Her hands instantly flew to the waistband of my boxer briefs. She pulled back from our kiss for a moment, her eyes flashing as she tugged my boxers down and saw my arousal. Her mouth opened with a little gasp and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her to me, walking her backward until we reached the wall.

  My tongue caressed her soft lips and tongue, teasing and tasting her. She was absolutely incredible. I wanted every fucking inch of her. I knelt down in front of her and lifted one of her long legs to hook over my shoulder. I heard her breath catch in anticipation as she leaned back against the wall … waiting. Landry squirmed and groaned as I slowly touched my lips to her ribcage and trailed kisses down her stomach. I pulled back, appreciating her soft, smooth skin before lowering my head between her legs. A hiss escaped through her teeth as I raked my tongue against her inner thighs. Each lick, each kiss, each and every tiny taste made me hungry for more. Her hips jerked forward as I pressed the palm of my hand firmly against her center, rhythmically rubbing her clit. With two fingers, I slid through her folds and delved deep inside her. I smiled when I felt that she was already soaking wet. The anticipation of what I was going to do to Landry was getting to her just as much as it was getting to me. As much as I wanted to be inside her, my dick was going to have to wait.

  I started slow and steady, teasing her clit with my mouth. Her little moans and whimpers filled the room, and I reveled in the effect I was having on her. As I sucked on her tender flesh, I moved my fingers in and out in a punishing rhythm, curving them forward to hit her most sensitive spot.

  “Yes!” she chanted over and over as her hands wound in my hair, pulling me more tightly against her. After just a few more flicks of my tongue, her orgasm took hold, causing her entire body to quiver and shake uncontrollably.

  As she leaned against the wall in a blissful haze, I grabbed a condom from the pocket of my jeans and stood. She gazed at me with lust-filled eyes as my mouth came down on hers. I pressed my bare flesh against hers, pinning her to the wall before sliding my hands underneath her firm ass and lifting her to my waist. Her legs immediately wrapped around my hips as her arms wound around my neck, holding my mouth to hers. I could feel her heart hammering against mine. We had both thought about that moment, dreamt about it, and it almost felt too good to be true. She looked up at me with eyes full of desire as I brushed my throbbing cock along her entrance. She tightened her legs around me, urging me forward.

  A deep growl vibrated through my chest as I sank deep inside her. I paused, giving her time to adjust to me and allowing me to savor the delicious warmth of her wrapped around me. Slowly and deliberately, I began to move. I wanted her to feel every inch of me pushing inside her.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I growled as I ground my hips against her.

  I was determined to keep up my slow rhythm so that I didn’t hurt her, but as her nails dug into my back and her heels spurred me on, I found myself craving more, so I drove deeper … harder. She threw her head back as her moans echoed around us. Her legs tightened around my waist as her hips rocked against me, begging me to give her more.

  “Clay, please!” she cried out. My resolve weakened at the pleading in her voice, and I thrust deep inside her, again and again, gradually increasing my pace. Her eyes clenched shut as she panted and moaned her pleasure. My fingertips dug into her ass, pulling her harder onto my cock, each move more intense than the last. I could feel her body beginning to tense around me, and her thighs held me tight against her G-spot. I watched in awe as her mouth opened wide into an O and her eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Her breath quickened as she clamped down around my cock, making it damn near impossible not to come. A low groan vibrated through my throat as I continued to drive deep inside her. I could feel her imminent release, could see it on her face, so I thrust harder and faster, forcing her over the edge. Her fingertips dug into my shoulders as her orgasm took hold once more. I tried to fight it, but the clenching waves of her muscles contracting around me felt too damn good. My mind went blank as my body took control, and I finally gave in to my own release.

  I felt her shudder against me as my own orgasm took hold. I held Landry tight against the wall and buried myself further inside her, savoring the intensity of the moment. I felt her body start to slowly relax against mine, and I looked up to see her eyes close as her breathing slowed.

  I carried her over to the bed and carefully lay her down. Then, I quickly disposed of the condom, sat down on the bed, and tugged off my boots before lying next to her. Without a word, she immediately curled into my side. After I pulled one of the covers over us, she settled in the crook of my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Without looking in my direction, she whispered, “Oh, my god. That was incredible.”

  “You’re incredible.” I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead as I continued, “But I’ve known that from the first time I laid eyes on you.”

  “Oh, really?” She glanced up at me with those blue eyes and smiled. “And how did you know that?”

  “Let’s just call it a gut instinct.” I had to bite back my smile as I thought of something she’d mentioned a few days prior. “So about a week, huh?”

  “What?”

  “Was that how long your mom told you to wait before having sex?”

  “No. Not even close,” I scoffed. “She told me to wait at least three to six months.”

  Before I could respond, there was a knock on my door, followed by Dane shouting, “We’ve got trouble! Get your ass out front!”

  Landry

  “Coming!” Clay shouted as he jumped out of bed and started throwing on his clothes. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta—”

  “I get it. Don’t worry,” I assured him. “Go do what you have to do. I’ll be here when you get back.”

  “Just so you know, it won’t be like this forever.” He sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled his boots on. “Once I get patched in, I’ll have more time … Hell, I’ll actually have my life back.”

  “I know. Gauge explained it to me.”

  A pained expression crossed his face. I knew he felt bad for misreading the situation.

  Once Clay was dressed, he kissed me and rushed for the door. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  Just as he was about to charge into the hall, I remembered to ask, “Wait, where’s Duchess?”

  “She’s out front with Gash.”

  That’s all I got before he darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. Once he was gone, I sat up in the bed and took a moment to look around. It actually reminded me of a small hotel room. There was a queen-sized bed, a TV mounted above the desk in the corner of the room, and a small bathroom. No personal pictures or mementos were sitting around, so other than his scent o
n the sheets, there was nothing that would have identified the space as Clay’s. As I lay there studying my surroundings, I heard a startling sound, causing me to sit up on the bed in a panic. Moments later, the music rumbling from the bar suddenly stopped, and in the midst of silence, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck when I heard a woman scream. Frantic, I got up and threw on my clothes.

  As soon as I stepped out the room, a nervous chill ran down my back. From where I stood, the place looked like a maze with all the different hallways. Clay was in such a rush when he brought me down here, I hadn’t really paid attention to where we were going, and without the sound of the music to lead me, I wasn’t sure how to get back to the bar. I just stood there, hoping that something would spur me in the right direction, but there was nothing. I finally decided to take a chance and started to walk towards a light at the end of the hall. When I reached the end, I noticed a door that led outside. I eased it opened, and that’s when I heard a man’s voice yell, “Where did the motherfucker go?”

  “He’s headed towards the gate!” another man shouted.

  I could hear feet pounding against the pavement as several of the guys started charging towards the front gate. Curious to see what was going on, I stepped outside and started walking between all the different motorcycles and cars. As I got closer, I spotted Clay tackling a guy to the ground. Several of the others circled around them, watching as Clay straddled him, using his weight to keep him pinned down. The man was rendered helpless as Clay started punching him, over and over again. It wasn’t long before his face was bleeding and he was barely conscious. I couldn’t understand it. Clay looked like a wild animal as he continued his assault on the stranger. I thought for sure that he’d stop when the guy passed out, but he didn’t. He just kept pounding away at him. He didn’t even stop when Gauge shouted, “Clay! That’s enough!”