Burning Daylight (A Devil's Cartel MC Series Book 2)

by Skyla Madi

  Pulling back, I shrugged out of my cut and threw it over the top of the shower. “You want her?”

  “No.”

  I closed the distance again. “She make you come?”

  Minnie scowled a gorgeous scowl and blood flushed her face. “No.”

  “Good.” I grabbed her by her soft hips and pulled her against me. “You are mine and mine only.”

  “That’s not true.”

  I frowned. “Yes, it is.”

  “Isabelle told me what would happen if I stay.”

  I blinked. She was referring to the DCMC Exeter Chapter Bylaws – section five – old ladies. Isabelle knew better than to scare her with that shit so soon, but I guess payback was a bitch. I wasn’t going to touch that topic. Not right now.

  “If you stay? Do you plan on leaving?”

  Her eyelids flickered, her long lashes fluttering with uncertainty, and it made my heart race. Last night she agreed to be mine and I didn’t take that shit lightly. She was the first woman I ever wanted to be mine. I made my ex mine out of obligation, not love. I protected her because she was the mother of my baby—a baby conceived by accident. Yasmine was different and I wanted her to stay. I enjoyed her company. I enjoyed having something else to think about, something other than work. Mostly, I enjoyed not feeling bitter threads of jealousy carve through my stomach whenever I saw Blondie and Creed together.

  “I don’t know, Damon. My top priority is my son’s safety and trading one criminal family for another is…” She licked her lips. “I just don’t know.”

  She raised a good point, but we were different from Elias Vergara. Hell, we were different from other chapters in the same club and we worked damn hard to be different. It was too early for her to decide what she wanted anyway. Even through the water and soap, I smelled smoke in the air. I smelled blood, and it was enough to turn anyone off this life.

  “Last night you said you were mine.”

  “And I meant it. I want to be yours, and as long as I’m here, I am.” She licked her lower lip and lifted her arms to drape them over my shoulders and caress the back of my neck with her fingertips. “But I’ll have to make some decisions in the next twenty-four hours and those decisions might not be in our favor.”

  I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, doing my best to hold back my demands. I wanted to demand she stay. I wanted to tell her she held all my attention, that she was mine whether she wanted to be or not. I didn’t want her to see me in the same light as Elias, who didn’t give her a way out. All I could do was choke down the tight grasp my natural possessiveness had on me and hope she was as drawn to me as I was to her. I felt like an idiot for wanting her as much as I did, but I couldn’t deny it. Her existence was a pull on my body, a strange twang in my soul that sprang up the second she called me a good dad.

  Maybe I felt it before then too.

  I didn’t know.

  I did, however, know that tonight we were leaving for Vegas, where Elias currently resided. There I’d kill him and rescue Minnie’s son. So, if this was the last time I was going to have her alone, I wasn’t gonna waste it. I leaned closer to her.

  “For as long as you’re here, you’re mine?”

  “Yes.”

  As if on cue, we both moved forward, our mouths coming together with dangerous urgency. I kissed her passionately, letting my concerns for the future dissolve. There was nothing on my mind, nothing coursing through my veins, other than my desire for her. I stepped forward, my boot on the tiles between her legs, and I pushed her out of the stream. I kept pushing until the bulk of the water sprayed down my back and I had Minnie pressed to the wall—where I wanted her. Breaking the kiss, I attacked her neck. I licked and nipped at her flesh while my hands roamed her slippery torso. She gripped my belt as she sighed and undid it in record time, then moved on to the button of my jeans.

  I didn’t know what the future was gonna bring, but I knew there was no stopping what was about to happen, not until we were finished. I let out a heavy exhale when she freed my rock-hard dick from my jeans. I pressed into her, sliding my sensitive head against her smooth belly.

  Minnie pressed her hand to the top of my cock and lifted herself onto the tips of her toes, pushing my hard length lower. I bent my knees, wanting to be lower, wanting to be between her legs. I gripped her behind her knee and pulled at it. She gasped, falling to the flat of her foot as I lifted her leg high around my waist.

  “Shit. We’re gonna fall,” she said, her voice light with humorous tones.

  “We’re good,” I replied, bending my knees. “I got you.”

  I lowered my hips and put my cock between her spread legs. I grabbed her soft hip and pulled her off the wall, only to push her back against it as I drove into her wet heat. She grabbed me around the neck and dug her nails into my flesh as water continued to fall along my back and down my sides.

  And I loved it.

  Minnie slid against the wet tile with every upwards thrust and every retreat, the slippery tiles making it effortless. She moaned and it echoed around the confines of my bathroom. The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her slick softness, consumed me in an instant. Everything outside these glass walls no longer mattered. I wanted to stay here where I had no responsibility, no army at my feet, and no lives in my hands. I think that’s why I liked Minnie so much. She made me feel like I was more than a motorcycle club president. More than a criminal. She made me feel youthful and carefree, and reminded me that there was life to be lived outside our chapter. I could never live a normal life again, but it’d been nice tasting it on her tongue.

  Sighing, Yasmine dropped her head against my chest, and I bent my knees, desperate to fit more of myself inside her, but this position sucked ass. Growling, I gripped her high on her other thigh, digging my fingertips into her ass and I lifted her onto me.

  “Holy f—” she gasped, wrapping her legs around my backside. “Damon…”

  I shoved every inch of my cock inside her and felt her tight walls spasm as they stretched to accommodate me. I thrust into her. In seconds, my steady thrusts turned erratic. I buried my face into the nape of her neck and against her wet hair as my movement lost all care and coordination. A nagging in the back of my head told me to take care, to be gentle and careful of her spine against the hard tile, but it had no control over me. I was too damn horny to listen.

  And she was enjoying it too much to stop me.

  Her thighs quivered. Her body squirmed in my grip, her moans turning from short and sweet, to long and gasping. I kissed along the nape of her neck to her jaw. She dropped her head back and I claimed her mouth as hot breath from her nose blew across my cheek. I kept kissing her, my tongue deep in her mouth, her tongue desperate to taste mine, and I kept thrusting my hips.

  Harder. Faster.

  Until she broke the kiss to shout, but no sound left her mouth. Tightening her grip on my neck, she forced our foreheads together. Our breaths clashed as our open mouths opposed each other.

  “Yes,” she says on a breath, then sharply inhales. “Yes, Damon.”

  Fuck. I wanted her bad and not just like this. I wanted her to be mine. The fullness of her breasts slid against my chest as I kept my fast pace, fucking in and out of her. I wanted her to feel good. I wanted to make her feel better than any man had ever made her feel. She shuddered against me and her pussy tightened around my dick.

  “Oh, shit,” I swore. “You feel so good.”

  I tried to slow down to give her time before I ended the show, but the tight contractions of her body, and the sounds that left her mouth, dragged me to the edge of my release. Her moans became cries of pleasure, and with every thrust I lost self-control. I clenched my jaw and fucked her harder until the sound of my body crashing into hers was heard above the roaring shower. She shouted my name, God’s name, and every swear word under the sun as I slammed into her, chasing the pressure that burned at my thighs and bubbled up my shaft.

  “Yes,” Minnie called, her voice a sonnet th
rough the euphoric fog. “Give it to me.”

  That was all she had to say. I groaned as pleasure seized my entire body, and spilled into her with thick, powerful jerks. I pinned her to the wall, my hips spasming, my cock twitching as my orgasm ran its course and filled her with everything I had to give.

  Exhaling, I lifted my head and looked her in the face. Smiling, she ran her fingers over my scalp, down my neck and across my shoulders, igniting tingles in her wake.

  “If I leave,” she said, her voice raspy. “Will you visit me?”

  Tension spasmed in my shoulders. Visit? Could I visit her and not take what was mine? How could she respect me, knowing I’d be here, playing with the women I employed, wishing for them to be her? Even if I didn’t touch another woman, who’s to say I wouldn’t rock up one day and find her with someone else? Something long distance with Minnie was a recipe for disaster. If she was gonna leave, that was it. I lived my life in absolutes. It was all or nothing.

  “No. Not even once.”

  Disappointment swam in her dark eyes, the blush in her cheeks deepening. “So, that’s it?”

  All or nothing. “That’s it.”

  She offered me a small smile, then unwrapped herself from my body. I slipped out of her and lowered her onto her shaky legs. Softly patting me on my chest, she stepped around me and I turned, making space for her to step under the water again.

  No, that’s not it. I swung my arm over her head and pressed my palm into her chest. She gasped as I pushed her back and she stumbled, but didn’t fall, as I eased her against the wall once again.

  “You don’t have to worry about me when you’re gone,” I told her as I smoothed my hand between her breasts, down her soft tummy, and between her legs. I parted her lips and touched her clit, making her hips twitch. Then I felt the warm, sticky gift I gave her as it leaked from where I left it. “But while you’re here, you’re mine, and there’ll be consequences if you let anyone in this building touch you again.”

  Her golden gaze flickered over my face, her expression morphing from shocked to hungry. She snapped forward, crushing the distance between us to kiss me hard on the mouth. I parted my lips as her tongue probed me, taking without asking. When the shock wore off, I kissed her back. I kissed her with everything I had, a kiss I knew I’d never given anyone prior. Before long, she had me out of my shirt, out of my shoes, socks, my jeans, and I was butt naked and deep inside her again. Over and over. We made good use of the shower, the bathroom, my bedroom floor, my couch, my walls, and my bed.

  And I knew.

  I was going to drag her husband out to Humboldt River and burn him alive in a metal barrel.

  Then I would make Minnie stay.

  FIFTEEN

  Y A S M I N E

  I can smell him. I can smell the leather, the denim, and the whiskey. Enticing hints of burning wood and oil tickles my nose, adding to the smells that make up the man I can’t get enough of.

  Judge drapes his arm over the back of my seat and draws circles on my bicep with his thumb. It fills me with a warmth I’ve never felt. We sit at the head of the first of four long, wooden tables, the legs of our chairs kissing.

  Today has been a hard day. For the most part, I spent it in Judge’s room, alone, while he sorted the mess outside. I don’t know what happened with the bodies of Elias’s men, or what the police plan on doing in retaliation to the mini war that unfolded on the Devil Cartel’s property this morning. Whatever the outcome, it’s a problem for the future and I’ll be long gone. The main factor contributing to the anxiety, panic, and excitement that overwhelms every fiber in my being is, tonight I will finally hold my son in my arms. I can’t stop thinking about it. Will he be heavier than the last time I saw him? Lighter? Will he be the same sweet kid, or has Elias broken him?

  When I left Judge’s room in the afternoon, I walked about the clubhouse. The men and women of the chapter strolled around, talking and laughing, as if they didn’t lose eight of their own. They casually discussed weapons and tactics as they went about their day. They kept the beer flowing as if they didn’t have to ride to Vegas in the evening.

  By the time the sun sat low in the sky, many of them were drunk, but I learned those who were, weren’t coming on the ride anyway. Those who were coming sat at long wooden tables, a single beer in front of them, and that’s all they’ll have. They call this the last drink…because some of them won’t make it home. Guilt stabs my heart.

  I eye my own beer and watch condensation drip down the clear, cold glass. My nerves are heightened, buzzing under my skin like tiny drills, and I’m not the only one feeling overwhelmed and worried. I flick my attention to Isabelle, who sits with Creed to the left of the head of the table. No matter how many times Creed makes her smile by kissing her face or whispering in her ear, her worry creeps back and she chews her lower lip. She’s worried he’s going to go and not come back. Elias is a dangerous man, there’s a good chance none of them are coming back. I press my palm to my stomach, hoping to ease my apprehension. I hate I could be the reason Isabelle loses him…but I want my son. I asked Judge to keep Creed home, but he laughed it off as if it were a stupid request.

  Creed toys with Isabelle’s long, blonde ponytail and whispers in her ear again. She turns her body in his direction and he tugs on the front of her pink sweater, pulling it tighter around her chest. I can’t hear what he’s saying over the animated conversation surrounding us, or the laughter, but he makes her smile. It’s a big smile, showcasing all her white, perfect teeth. She leans into him, burying her face into his neck, and he wraps his big, tattooed arms around her, holding her tight.

  “He’ll come back,” Judge speaks into my ear and I startle, whipping my head in his direction. “He doesn’t know it, but I’ve put him on lookout tonight. I’ll take Armi and Modo in. The rest will follow, but not him.”

  He listened to me? Relief floods my chest. “He’ll be safe?”

  Damon nods and finishes the last mouthful of his beer. He swallows with an exhale. “Unless he does something stupid.”

  I smile at Damon, flicking my gaze over his handsome, refreshed face, then I look at the men and women who sit around our table. They don’t know me or Nicolás but are risking their lives to help me get him back. How can I ever repay them?

  “Just so we’re clear,” Judge says, pushing his glass away. “I’m going to kill him.”

  He’s talking about Elias. I’ve imagined his death more times than I can count. It’s hard to believe the time has finally come…and I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.

  I nod, hating the way my scared pulse pounds in my neck. “Elias’s death is what I want. We’ll never be safe as long as he lives.”

  The thought of being involved in conspiring to murder another human being sends gross chills down my spine, but I’ll do anything to keep Nicolás safe. I made a promise to him, and myself. And that promise is the reason I need to leave Judge and this chapter behind. As much as I care for Damon, he isn’t safe. This lifestyle isn’t safe.

  Laughter roars from our table, startling me, and I peer at the center of the attention—Modo—who grins, wide and wolfish, through his crimson beard at his brothers. I can’t help my own smile as his eyes glisten. He really loves being the center of attention, the one who can make the whole room laugh.

  “And that’s why you shouldn’t use hair removal cream on your balls,” he announces proudly before sculling back his beer.

  Beside me, even Judge vibrates with laughter and it stirs a chuckle of my own. I take another sip of my drink and, out of the corner of my eye, Armi approaches James Creed. He bends and mutters into Creed’s ear, who then pulls away from Izzy. He turns his whiskey stare on Judge, then flicks his head, gesturing Judge follow him.

  Sighing, Judge drops his hand from the back of my chair and leans in to kiss me on the temple. It’s a chaste kiss, quick and dry.

  “I’ll be back,” he says, pushing the chair back. It squeals against the wooden floor as h
e lifts his large body up.

  Creed does the same. “Blondie, keep my seat warm, will you?”

  She slides into his spot without protest and wraps her arm around mine. She says something, but I don’t hear it. I’m too focused on Judge, Creed, and Armi, who make their way to the back of the building, toward the dark room I recall being filled with provocative dancers and topless women.

  “Is something wrong? Do you know where they’re going?” I ask Isabelle and she catches her lower lip between her teeth.

  She knows something, but all I get from her is a shrug of her shoulders. “Club stuff. Who knows?”

  “Club stuff…” I frown and grab my beer.

  I sip at it, trying to put my curiosity to rest, but my attention keeps drifting from the conversation at hand to the back room. What are they doing?

  J U D G E

  Darkness spread under my skin, thirsting for revenge, for penance from whoever interfered with my life and fucked up my night with Minnie. I entered the club room and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The LEDs that line the room transitioned from green to red and I saw it.

  I saw her.

  Liv.

  She was tied to a wooden chair in the middle of the room, dressed in cut-off jean shorts and a blank tank top. Behind us, Armi locked the doors and split. Sauntering to the bar, he disappeared behind a wall of red lights.

  I looked at Creed. “Her?”

  He nodded. “She told one of the other girls. They told me.”

  I licked my teeth as irritation prickled under my skin. I should’ve fucking known it was her who put the photo on the window, ruining my night with Minnie in the backseat of Armi’s truck. Liv sat in the chair, her wrists and ankles bound to the wood by rope that was much too tight. I stepped forward, slowly, purposely making it menacing and torturous. She knew better than to fuck with me—me, of all people!

  “So,” I started, closing the distance. “You were the one who ruined my night?”