Paladin's Hell

by Manda Mellett

  Her hands move to my jeans. She undoes the button, then the zipper.

  “Careful.” I place my hand over hers and take over. I’ve gone commando, don’t want any accidents with those zipper teeth.

  Once I’m free, she’s in charge again, pushing my jeans over my hips, sinking to her knees as she eases them down. Her teeth nibble her lips, perplexed as she meets my boots. Then, as though solving a puzzle, she taps my leg, indicating I’m to lift it so she can get my boot, sock and jean leg off. She then does the same to the other.

  I expect her to stand up, she doesn’t. Instead she leans forward, her nose inhaling the musky scent of my balls, then she runs her tongue up my shaft. When she closes her mouth around the head, I almost lose it. Taking hold of her hair, I pull her gently back.

  “On a hair-trigger, here, Doll.”

  With my encouragement, she stands. It’s my turn to sink to my knees, sliding her panties down her legs. This time it’s me taking the opportunity to inhale her perfume. I’ve smelt her feminine musk before, but not up close. In full strength, it’s intoxicating. Using my hands on her hips, I back her up until her knees hit the bed, then a slight pressure on her stomach has her moving backward.

  She’s lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. A slight resistance, then she’s opening herself to me, letting me see everything in all its glory.

  I breathe in sharply. “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

  She chuckles. “You’ve got nothing to compare it to.”

  I lean in closer. “Porn, Doll. Porn.”

  I’m not sure if her gasp is a reflection on my reading and viewing material, or down to the fact I’ve just licked her, delving into her slit and licking up her cream. Wow, her taste. Best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue in my life. “You’ll have to tell me what you like, Doll. I’m just experimenting down here.”

  Another sharp intake of breath, then, “Just keep on doing what you’re doing, Pal. Oh, God, yeah. I like that.”

  “How about this?” Closing my lips around her clit, I suck, then rotate my tongue in little circles. The music of her groans, sighs and little moans fill my ears. Right now I feel like the most powerful, luckiest guy in the world.

  “Pal!” Guess I’m doing something right. While I continue to lick, suck and blow on that nub of nerves, I ease a finger inside her. Fuck. She’s tight. Hardly seems my cock will fit in there. Trying to get my brain to focus on two things at once, I add another finger, curling it around, trying to find that soft spongy spot I’d heard about. Well, some men can’t seem to find it all their lives, probably be too lucky to hope…

  “Pal! Oh my God! Pal.” Christ. If she gets much louder the whole clubhouse will hear. And who am I to give a fuck?

  Her feet have lifted off the ground, her strong thigh muscles clutching at my head, her hands are grasping the covers tightly. Suddenly she goes rigid, sucks in a deep breath then screams again.

  I feel the walls of her cunt rhythmically clutching at my fingers. I continue to suck, gentling my mouth, until her hand comes to my head. “Stop, it’s too much.”

  I pull away, shifting myself so I can lift her legs onto the bed, then I lie on top of her. Taking a risk, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her, tentatively, in case she doesn’t like the taste of herself on her mouth.

  Her eyes widen in surprise, I can see doubt flashing across her eyes, then she’s kissing me back, her hands coming up and holding my head to her.

  After a moment, I pull back, checking that she’s doing alright.

  “Pal, that was, that was… I never dreamed.”

  I feel relieved. Proud as fuck of the first orgasm I’ve ever given to a woman. Can only get better from here, can’t it? As I learn what she likes.

  “Don’t have to do any more, babe.” I nuzzle her cheek.

  “But I want you. The way I always wanted you,” she admits. “I thought I’d be worried, scared. But I’m not. I want more.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so tight.” I growl. That’s the last thing I want.

  “You won’t.” It’s her who’s reassuring me. “We’ll fit.”

  She lifts her knees in invitation, flopping her hips open. I’m hanging on by a thread. “Doll, I’m not going to last long.” It’s my first time. Christ, why didn’t I think to practice for the big game and jerk off in the shower first? What a fucking disappointment I’ll be.

  “It doesn’t matter.” As I stare down into her eyes, I see emotion shining out. A reassurance, a promise, a lack of judgement. “I just want to feel you inside me.”

  Who am I to argue? I go to position myself, my rock hard cock nudging at her entrance then… Oh fuck. What am I thinking? “Jay, darlin’. I haven’t got a fuckin’ condom.”

  Before temptation can tease either of us anymore, I roll off her, falling to my back, taking my unruly dick in my hand trying to calm it. He’s just been the closest he’s ever come to his rightful place, now I’ve had to deny him.

  She leans up on one elbow, her other hand batting mine away from my dick, taking its place, starting slow, gentle sliding movements. Covering her fingers with my own, I squeeze them tighter, showing her the action I like. It doesn’t take long. Soon I’m gasping, as white ribbons of cum decorate my stomach.

  Fuck me. She’s reaching out her finger, scooping up a few drops, bringing them to her mouth and tasting them.

  While my breathing returns to normal, I can’t help but laugh at the expression of distaste on her face. “Guess you’re not going to want to swallow.”

  Chapter 31

  Moira

  I can’t remember Hellfire ever looking so angry. In thirty-six years he’s never raised his hand to me, so I don’t have any fears he’s going to start now. But the way his body’s vibrating suggests I’ll get a tongue lashing at least—and not the kind I got last night.

  It’s telling, that as Hell directs me into his office, Demon’s following close behind. A good son trying to protect his mother. Well that’s what I think until we get inside. All three of us stay standing. Demon has his back to the door.

  “What the fuck were you thinking, Mom?” It’s only now that I notice Demon’s furious. “You do not speak to a member, any member, the way you just spoke to Paladin. Doesn’t matter whether you like them or not.”

  “You got a problem? You speak to me and I’ll sort it.” Hell slams his hand down on the table. “Respect. That’s what the club’s built on. After all these years, you should know your fuckin’ place. And that’s not telling a member who he can or can’t have sex with.”

  “You disrespected Hell, Mom. Me, as well as Pal.”

  I straighten my back, feeling sparks flying from my eyes. “Know my fucking place? You wonder why I don’t like coming to the compound. At home I can ignore it. Here you’re both misogynistic dicks. You might be okay taking your brothers’ sides at all times, but I’m not going to stand by and watch that lad ruin that girl the same way I was ruined.”

  Demon rolls his eyes as dramatically as I’ve ever seen. “Have you watched them together? If you think he’s going to rape her, you’re very much mistaken.”

  Hell chuckles, but it’s not a happy sound. “Kid doesn’t even know what he’s doing.”

  An almost smile crosses Demon’s face, but clearly they’re not going to let me in on the joke.

  “Sit down, Mo.” Hell waves to the chair while walking around his desk. “Fuckin’ start talkin’. What’s got into you?”

  I’m still mad. My voice betrays it. “Give or take a few months, she’s the same age as I was when I came to the club.”

  “Go on.” I don’t miss the look of worry that crosses Demon’s face at the tone Hell’s using. But I know my husband.

  “I had hopes, dreams, Hell. I was going to travel the world or as far as I could. Instead I ended up pregnant and married. Same thing’s going to happen to that girl. She won’t have a life…”

  “You didn’t have a life, Mo?” Hell asks, his voice de
adly calm.

  “Mom,” Demon starts warningly.

  But I’m on a roll. “Of course I didn’t have a life. Cooped up with bikers. Living on the compound for years until we bought the house when Kennedy was born. Having to face up to what Blackie did every fucking day.”

  “What did Blackie do, Mom?” Demon growls.

  Why the fuck’s he asking? He already knows. He wants to hear it; I’ll spell it out. “Raped me. Got me pregnant. I was only fucking seventeen. He took all my choices away. WILL SOMEONE OPEN THE FUCKING WINDOW?”

  Demon looks shocked at the bile in my voice. He staggers over and sits in the second chair, while Hell, used to my ways, not surprised by my abrupt change of subject, turns, undoes the latch and at last lets the cooler air in. I fan myself.

  “You regret having me? You regret me?” Demon asks. It’s only then I notice his face has paled. I can throw things at Hell, not at Demon.

  Immediately I try to repair the damage, to backtrack. “Of course not! It’s the circumstances I regret.”

  “Mom,” his voice sounds slightly calmer, but he’s almost emotionless as he speaks. “What happened to you was awful. What Blackie did, despicable. He hurt you both. But, he was my father. If it wasn’t his undiluted blood running through my veins, I might not be the same person. I don’t think I’ve turned out to be a disappointment to you, have I?”

  Somehow, his softly spoken words get through to me, more than if he’d been shouting. They both give me space, time to let clarity come to my thinking. Now it’s my turn to stand. I walk over to the open window, appreciating the breeze coming in.

  “I’m sorry,” I say at last. “Look, Hell knows, you’ve probably guessed, I’m going through the change.” Demon’s mouth shuts fast as though it wasn’t an admission he wanted to hear from his mother. Hell, in contrast, parts his lips. “No, let me speak, okay? I’m getting old. I’m not the person I was.”

  “You’re still beautiful, Mo.”

  “Put your glasses on, Hell.” I smile at him briefly. “It’s not nice for a woman who knew she used to look good to be losing her figure and there’s nothing she can do about it. Getting wrinkles, broken veins. Knowing inside she’s drying up, unable to have children anymore.”

  “You wanted more kids?” Demon asks, a worried look thrown toward Hell.

  “Of course not,” I laugh, then look at him slyly. “Couple of grandkids wouldn’t go amiss.”

  “I’ll work on it, Mom.”

  “In wedlock, not out.” I pretend to slap him around the head, he pouts. “Anyway, I don’t know. It’s got my brain all screwed up. My body’s telling me I’ve left it too late. I’ll never follow my dreams. Sometimes all I can think about are lost chances, everything I’d missed out on. I just wanted to stop Jayden from making the same mistakes.”

  “Did you have counselling, Mom?”

  “What are you thinking Demon?”

  “PTSD,” he replies to Hell.

  What? “I’m fine. I haven’t got PTSD.”

  “You might have,” Hell contradicts. “It doesn’t have to manifest itself immediately. You had a kid, me, the club. Now, and it’s down to me, I know, you’ve got too much time on your hands. Fuck, I don’t know what a woman goes through. All I can say, getting old is having a toll on me too.”

  Demon rests his elbows on the desk, lays his head down between them, then looks up. “It’s fine knowing getting to the root of what’s wrong. But how are we going to move forward? We’ve a club full of brothers who all heard Mom.”

  “She apologises to Paladin,” Hell says.

  I glare. Like fuck I will.

  “Paladin’s not Blackie. Fuck, Mo, he’s more like me. He’s loved that girl forever. Anyone can see that. Just like I fell in love with you. And Jayden’s not you. Any dreams she’s got are hers, and not yours. She didn’t have your shitty family. She’s got people who care for her.”

  “They’re not here.”

  “Still not up to you to look out for her. We weren’t told to keep them apart.”

  “I don’t like being here, Hell. I want to be in my own home. I only came to the barbeque because you wanted me here, now I’m stuck. I’m playing the part of the prez’s old lady, and that’s not me. Not anymore. I’m not that person.”

  Hell draws his hand down over his beard, more white than grey now. His blue eyes, so similar to Demon’s, stare at the man he’s proud to call his son. “One solution,” his focus is back on me. “That you’re not the prez’s old lady anymore.”

  Demon breathes in sharply, looks up at the ceiling, then back down. He seems to have cottoned on faster than me.

  It takes me a moment to wonder how what Hell’s suggested could come about. Then it hits me. “You want a divorce?” Had I fucked up that badly?

  Hell gets up, walks around the desk, and comes to crouch in front of me, his knees cracking as he does so. “Nah, Mo. Never, ever that. You and me babe? We’re for fuckin’ keeps.” As I tilt my head to one side, he continues. “The club? I’ve given thirty-seven years of my life to the men I call brothers, and I can’t change that either. I’ll be a Satan’s Devil until I can’t ride anymore. But, they’ve also had some of the best years, the last twenty, of me leading them. I’m tired, Mo. It’s not just you getting older, it’s me too. I think we both deserve to follow our dreams for a while.”

  “Dad?”

  Hell swings around so he’s facing our son. “I’ll stay in the chair until we’ve got this situation sorted, but after that, you can step up.”

  “Hell, you can’t. Not for me…”

  “Not for you, Mo, for us. You’re right. When have we had time just to be with each other? Christ, for the first few years, after Demon was born, it was a struggle just to stay alive. I’m lucky to be here, so many brothers aren’t. You had to live with that, not knowing whether your old man was going to come home.” He’s right. I had. “We deserve some time off. When did we last have a vacation?”

  Er. Never?

  “Let’s take some time for ourselves. Go to places you dreamed of. Just you and me. What do you say, Mo?”

  “You mean it?” My heart skips a beat as excitement bubbles through. He’s talking about a different type of future than I’d been expecting. Maybe it wasn’t too late for us after all. Perhaps our time together is only just beginning, not ending.

  Hell leans forward, speaks under his breath directly into my ear. “Without all this stress, might get my cock working again.”

  While he’s been speaking, my eyes have been watching Demon. There’s worry there, concern he might not match up to his father, but also a hunger. “You alright with this, Demon?”

  I watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose, then looks up and nods. “Not what I would have wanted nor expected. Dad offered when I found out he wasn’t my father, but I’d turned it down. Thought that was the end of it. Blindsided me if I’m honest. But after you’ve done your Grand Tour or whatever, you’ll be back, won’t you? Back at the club and by my side.”

  “Your club,” Hell emphasises. “Not mine when I step down. I’ll be a member. Always have your back, as my son, brother, and my prez.”

  “Christ.” Demon shakes his head. “Don’t start yet, Dad. You’re still wearing the prez’s hat for now.”

  Am I selfish? Taking my man away from the club?

  It’s as if Hell can read my mind. “Would have to step down sooner or later, Mo. Would rather it be on my own terms, and while we’re both young enough to enjoy ourselves.” He stands, his bones protesting audibly again, and holds out his hand to me. “Think you need to make an apology, Mo.”

  I nod, and first turn to Demon. “I’m sorry.”

  “Nah,” Hell scoffs, “Not to me or the VP, to Paladin. Near tore his head off out there.”

  Before agreeing, I take a moment. Maybe my dreams weren’t abandoned, just delayed. Jayden’s life might pan out different, she may get exactly what she wants. Perhaps she doesn’t have the same expectations that I h
ad. And maybe, just maybe, if Paladin’s half as good to her as Hell has been for me, maybe he is right for her. I’ve never been one for platitudes, never said a word if I didn’t mean it. Finally, I nod. I can say my apology, and as sincerely as I can make it.

  I stand, take my man’s hand, following him to the door. Then I swing around. “For goodness sake, shut the window before Hell freezes in here, Demon.”

  We leave the room to his bark of laughter.

  Neither Paladin nor Jayden are in the clubroom. Brothers seem awkward, eyeing us carefully as we make our way across to the stairs, heading to Pal’s room to try to find the young couple. I’m gripping Hell’s hand, pleased he’s still with me, knowing how much I’d pushed him tonight. Eating humble pie is never nice, but I feel better now I’ve got the weight I’d been carrying off my shoulders, and the promise of a future where I won’t have to worry every day about Hell.

  We walk down the corridor, past all the closed and locked doors. I notice Bitch jumping up at one, expertly swinging on the handle, but it doesn’t open. Taking pity on the long-haired fluffy tabby, I crouch down, holding my hand out.

  “Be careful,” Hell warns, “she’s got one fuck of a scratch to her.”

  But she comes straight over to me. I stroke her for a moment and soon have her purring. “Poor girl. No one wants to share their bed with you?”

  “Can you fuckin’ blame us? Look.” He holds out his arm, showing me the scabbed over scars from his last encounter. “Only thing she’s fuckin’ good for is catching mice.”

  I laugh, standing unscathed. “Don’t think she likes men.”

  “You think?” He shakes his head. “Come on.”

  A step or two in front of me, he pauses in front of a door, but his hand stops in mid-air, and his other reaches out to halt me. “Er, think we better leave the apologies until the morning.”

  From the noises coming from behind the door, well, fuck. Seems my outburst hadn’t deterred them.