Turning Wheels (Satan's Devils MC #1): A Blood Brothers Spin off

by Manda Mellett

  I come, hard. So incredibly hard. I’m keening as they keep it going on and on and on, taking me to the peak a second and even a third time before finally letting me come down, my body shaking and quivering as small aftershocks keep assailing me.

  “God, did you ever see anythin’ so beautiful?” Red asks, his voice in awe.

  “Three times a day.” Wraith answers, making me give a small giggle.

  “Lucky bastard.”

  Wraith rolls me towards Red, then reaches across and fumbles for something in his drawer, moving back, he tosses something towards his friend. As I hear foil packets tear, I gaze from one to the other, new sensations flooding me as I watch them each roll on a condom their motions practised and precise.

  Pulling me down the bed Wraith positions himself between my thighs, pulling my hips up, his tip now poised at my entrance.

  Red kneels by the side of my head, “Will you suck me, sweetheart?”

  Grateful he’s using a condom, I nod my head, incapable of forming words. As Wraith pushes inside my pussy, Red teases my lips with his cock. I open my mouth and take him inside.

  Wraith pushes in, and Red lets me take the lead, taking him inside as far as is comfortable, using my hands for his remaining length, stopping him going too far. Once he’s sure I’m controlling how much I can take; he starts to thrust, and Wraith does the same.

  Breathing in through my nose I take in Red’s unfamiliar musk, and the thought I’m sucking a man I don’t know coupled with the cock of the man I love thrusting into me sends my arousal sky high once again. Sounds of manly grunts fill the air, together with my smothered pleas to give me more.

  Wraith thrusts, Red pushes in, almost in time with each other. Their moans of enjoyment, the odd words of ‘fuck you’re beautiful’, and ‘yeah baby, right there’ spur me on. My muscles start contracting around my lover’s cock as I suck Red in as deep as I possibly can, taking his heavy balls in my hands and rolling and squeezing them gently.

  I feel Red swell, and hear him shout out a warning to Wraith, I feel Wraith start to pump harder, feel him start to jerk and come that’s enough for me to shatter at the same time.

  Holding the condom to him, Red pulls out of my mouth, then leans over and gives me a deep, long kiss. As he pulls away, Wraith’s mouth takes his place, and as his cock deflates and slides out of me, he holds me tightly to him. I snuggle close, my arms around his back, holding him tight.

  A sound of rustling, a belt buckle clanking, and I look up to see Red getting dressed.

  “Gonna leave you lovebirds now,” he says, then leans, putting one arm on the bed. “Soph, you were amazin’. You are amazin’. Never let anyone tell you otherwise for a moment. And Wraith’s a lucky, lucky bastard to have you all to himself.” He stands, rests his hand on Wraith’s shoulder and pats it, “Thanks, brother.”

  He grabs his cut and shirt, and still half naked, leaves the room.

  Neither of us speaks for a while when Red has gone, but perhaps we don’t need words, as Wraith runs his hands up and down my back. After a moment he says softly, “Soph, you’re a beautiful and desirable woman. I’ve said that, and Red has shown you too. Now are you going to fuckin’ believe it? ‘Cos I’m tellin’ you now, ain’t gonna let any other brother into our bed to get the message into your head.”

  “That was for me?” I’m still trying to process why my possessive man let another touch me.

  “All for you, darlin’, and Red’s the only fucker who’d I’d let near you.”

  “You’ve known him a long time?”

  “Years, we prospected together.”

  Then it hits me, the way they worked so well together, “You’ve shared women before?”

  I feel the bite of jealousy as he replies, “Yes. But not for a very long time. And I ain’t gonna be sharin’ again.”

  Pulling himself up he leans over on one elbow, “Did it work, Soph? Do you understand that you’re more than your missin’ leg, that if my brothers knew what I’d offered Red, they’d be fightin’ over themselves to get into this bed? Not that I’m gonna fuckin’ let ‘em.”

  I’m quiet for a moment as I think and then speak my thoughts aloud, “After my accident, I convinced myself no man would ever want me again. And then, what Buster said…”

  “Have you thought for a moment that Buster wanted you? He told you he was doing you a favour, but fuck woman, he was hard for you from the first moment he saw you which must have told you somethin’. Sure, his verbal arrows hit the target, playing on your insecurity, but babe, he wanted you; though damn him for it and I hope he’s burnin’ in hell. I want you, most of my brothers would love to be where I am, and Red was droolin’ from the moment his eyes landed on you.”

  “I’m making more of it than anyone else, aren’t I?”

  “Won’t lie to you, Peg’s said his injury turns some women off, but only the shallow ones, darlin’ the ones who can’t see further than their own fuckin’ noses.”

  I stare into his gorgeous eyes, so full of love for me. How many men would have invited even a close friend into their lover’s bed just to prove a point? Slowly I nod my head, my mouth turns up as my eyes start to crinkle, “Men who’d be turned off aren’t the ones I should be worried about, are they?”

  Leaning over, he places a chaste kiss on my forehead, “No, darlin’, that’s my point. And the ones who’d want to fuck you, well, they’re the ones who’ll have somethin’ to worry about if they even look at you too long as they’ll find themselves meetin’ the business end of my fist. Ain’t going to be any more experiments, babe. Never. You are all mine.”

  “I don’t want anyone else.” It’s true; it was fun including Red, but Wraith is all I need. For the first time, I’ve let myself acknowledge the emotional contact with a man, and sex comes second to me wanting to be part of his life.

  I pull his lips down to mine but pause before we meet, “Thank you for tonight, Wraith. Thank you for showing me I’m still a woman.”

  “Think you were the only one havin’ doubts about that, Soph.”

  Chapter 28

  Wraith

  The Rock Demons know that Sophie is at our compound. Since the ultimatum had been delivered on the day of Hank’s funeral, there’s been no further movement on either side. We’re watching them, just as we know they’ll be watching us, each waiting for the other to make the first move. But that doesn’t mean that we’ve been sitting with our thumbs up our asses, no, we’ve been putting the groundwork in place.

  At church, the following Friday, we get the update we’ve all been waiting for. After the usual business is out of the way, including Beef’s report that the new dancer he’s taken on at the strip club is working out well and drawing in the punters, and Dollar’s confirmation that takings are up, we all sit up straighter as Drum gets to the main point of the meeting. The Rock Demons.

  Slick holds up his hand, the one without the lit cigarette in it, and takes the floor after taking a long drag. “Jill took me to meet her friend, Ella. She’s a fiery lass, got some spark in her. Tucson born and bred, and wants in with us.”

  “Did you try her out, Slick?” Blade smirks before leaning back in his chair and folding his arms.

  Slick stares him down, “Could have done, she’s hot for biker cock, but that’s not what I was there for.”

  “Get to it, Slick. Everyone else pipe down.” Drum puts a stop to any other snarky comments.

  “Spoke to her for a while,” Slick takes another drag then continues without further prompting, “I reckon she’d fit in okay here. That spark she’s got, well, she’d stand up for herself with the other bitches, but she shows a lot of respect for the men.”

  Now it’s Drum who interrupts, his steely eyes centred on Slick, “She able to damp down that fire? Demons don’t allow the women the leeway we do.”

  “Reckon so,” Slick nods thoughtfully, “I spoke to her for a while, explained what we wanted her to do. She’s smart enough to know she’s got to play the par
t and act dumb, but she’s confident she’ll be able to get the cameras planted.”

  “She know she might have to get down and dirty with the Demons? She can’t go in as a hang-around and stay on the sidelines.”

  Another nod, “Yeah, if it’s dick and it’s attached to a biker she’s happy with that. As long as they don’t get too rough.”

  “Can’t make no guarantees on that, but we’ll do what we can to get her out of there before they have her pullin’ a train.” Drum is obviously not happy about sending a woman into the rival club, particularly the sort of club which might have all members lining up to take a turn at the new girl, but we’ve talked about it all ways to Sunday and can’t come up with another plan. We can’t take them on without knowing more about them. And this is the best way to get the intel we need.

  “Ok.” Drum looks at me, “VP, we set up from your end and ready to go?”

  I lift my chin, “Yeah, we’ve rented a one room apartment in Phoenix near their clubhouse, nothing fancy, and it’s ready for her to move in. The Demons base is a ways out of town, so I’ve got her a cheap beater to get back and forth.”

  “Have you met this Ella?”

  “Nah,” I tell him, “The less she has to do with any of us the better. Slick’s been the only contact, and he’s always visited her without his colours.”

  “I got the cameras, and Slick’s got instructions how to set them up. They’re tiny, will be difficult to spot. Unless you are lookin’ for them, you’d never find them.” Mouse tells us, tucking his long hair behind his ear.

  “Difficult? I hope it’s fuckin’ impossible,” Drum growls, “As the new girl this Ella would be the first one they’d suspect.”

  “Got that covered, Prez,” Slick draws our attention again, “She’s to go there, get herself accepted then when she feels it’s safe―probably late at night when they’re passed out drunk, she’ll drop the cameras discreetly and then get the fuck out of there. We’ll pick her up and bring her back here. ”

  “She got the burner phone?”

  “Yeah, Marsh and I will be up in Phoenix near enough to move quickly once she’s clear ready get out. If she has any problems we’re prepared to go in.”

  A thought makes me want to grin, but I push it down. Slick seems mighty fixed on doing this himself when it hasn’t been put up to vote who’ll be watching her. And selecting Marsh? Well, he’s the one of the two remaining prospects that I’d trust with something like this. Seeing as he doesn’t want to take any chances, I think the woman might have made more of an impression on him than Slick’s letting on. Glancing at Drum, who raises an eyebrow at me, I gather he’s also thinking along the same lines. But like me, he says nothing. At the end of the day, we’ve all got a lot of respect for the girl who’s taking such a risk on our behalf. And it’s up to us to minimise it.

  Picking up the gavel he just finishes up, “Ok, Slick, I’ll leave it in your hands. Send her in as soon as she’s ready. Report back to Mouse when the cameras are set up and he can start monitorin’. Mouse, you keep us informed. Shame she won’t be able to put one in their fuckin’ church, but that’s too much danger if she tries that, so don’t even ask her. Hopefully, there’ll be some loose mouths in their clubroom.” He bangs the gavel down, “Church dismissed!”

  For the next two weeks, the waiting game continues. Sophie continues to get better at walking without her crutches and makes it down to the club room herself without any help. I’m so proud of her, and since that night with Red―the night I admit I enjoyed but never want to repeat―she seems more confident in herself. She’s started wearing makeup again, and while, in my view, she doesn’t need any, as she’s beautiful the way nature left her, I take it as a sign she’s more accepting of herself.

  We’ve finished up a few more of the fire damaged rooms, meaning Horse has been able to move out of the suite, a good thing, as I’ve virtually moved in. Well, why not admit it, I have. There’s not one night that we’ve spent apart. I’ve been toying with the idea of buying a house off the compound where we can start to build a life together, following the example of the other brothers with old ladies. But that will have to wait until there’s no longer a fucking price on her head. Some days I’d love nothing more than to throw her on the back of my bike and take off on many of those sightseeing trips I’d planned in my head until I remember the danger in her going out of the club. Once was enough to risk for that until we putting the fucking Demons in the ground.

  It’s two weeks later when I’m walking into the clubroom and Slick calls me over, “Hey, VP, come ‘ere a sec.”

  He’s got a woman beside him. She’s got long auburn hair that reaches down to her ass, and a fringe coming down almost hiding her eyes. As I move closer, I see her shoulders are hunched, and as she raises her head to look at me, I see a darkening bruise across her right cheek, and her left arm is held tight across her stomach. And when I get closer, the haunting look in her wide eyes hits me. Without him having to introduce me, I know who she must be. This is the woman we sent into the Demon’s club. But I wait for him to confirm it.

  “Wraith, this is Ella.”

  I hunker down in front of her, lifting my hand to push back her hair, wondering whether she’s got any more injuries. She flinches before my fingers can reach her face, and Slick puts a possessive arm gently around her.

  “Sorry, darlin’,” I tell her softly while vowing those bastards will meet a painful death.

  I flick my eyes towards the man at her side, “She get caught?”

  Slick shakes his head, “No. Cameras should be transmittin’ now well enough. This is just how those bastards treat their women.”

  “Doc look at her?”

  “I’ve called him; he’s on his way in. Reckon you’ve got a broken rib, ain’t ya, babe?”

  Ella nods, and I growl, “Fuckin’ bastards.”

  Turning back to Slick, I ask, “Drum know?”

  “Not yet, was just going in to see him.”

  At that moment Jill runs into the clubhouse, she makes a beeline for her friend, obviously already having been told she’s here. Her eyes widen in horror at the sight, and she demands to know what’s happened.

  I’m impressed when Ella looks up at her and, after throwing a small smile at Slick, tells her, “I was mugged.”

  I stand and step back, allowing Jill to move in and comfort the battered woman, then jerk my chin towards Slick. After he makes sure Ella will be alright left with Jill, he takes the hint and follows me to Drum’s office.

  Slick updates Drum about Ella, and apprises him of her condition. Drum’s eyes narrow, and his first thought is for the girl.

  “She’ll be stayin’ here now, too risky her going home. I’ll be lookin’ out for her.” Slick’s eyes challenge his prez and VP.

  “Of course she’s fuckin’ staying here. She’s under our protection now, Slick. Girl’s done a solid for the club.” Drum seems astounded he’d think anything else.

  “You let Mouse know?” I ask.

  “Yeah, texted him as soon as she was out.” Slick pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one up.

  “Any problems her leavin’ their club?” Drum wants all the details.

  “No, she phoned me about eight o’clock this mornin’. Pretended she was callin’ her ma and findin’ out she was sick. They didn’t bat an eye when she left as she said she needed to go see her.”

  “What’s the story, Slick? If they didn’t catch her plantin’ the cameras, what’s with the state she’s in?”

  “Couple of the bastards were rough with her last night, she protested, and they both clocked her for it.” As Slick gives me the details, my hands clench and unclench, and I can see Drummer’s leg start bouncing, “She was gonna wait for a better time, but couldn’t take much more. So she hid the cameras around the bar once it was empty, then waited for her chance and got out.”

  “She’s a brave woman.”

  “Yeah, she is that, Prez.”

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p; Drums fingers tap on the table; we give him the space to think, then he looks directly at Slick, “So she’s gonna be a new sweet butt once she’d healed?” He raises his eyebrow.

  I have to hide my grin when Slick sits up straight and almost roars his answer, “No she’s fuckin’ not.”

  Drum chortles, “Thought things were goin’ that way. She yours?”

  For a moment Slick looks like he’s a rabbit caught in the headlights, then he too gives a laugh. To be honest, Slick was probably last on my list to get himself an old lady, but that’s what he seems to have gone and done. And probably he’d thought the same about me. Christ, we’re going down like flies.

  “Fuck, Prez hadn’t really thought that far. ‘Cept I ain’t gonna want any other brother touchin’ her.” His eyes narrow at the thought.

  “She feel the same way?”

  Slick’s face falls, “Think she’s had enough biker cock to satisfy her for now. Fuck, I think it’s gonna be hard just gettin’ her into my bed.”

  Our prez nods, his face grim, “Give her time, brother. I’ll make it clear at church it will be hands off.”

  I throw a snide look at my brother, “Welcome to the club,” I tell him.

  He huffs a laugh, “Suppose I am a member, now. Fuckin’ pussy whipped. Who’d have thought it?”

  When we get all the brothers together at church there’s no dissension about leaving Ella alone; we were all too much in awe of what she’d had done for us. Especially when those cameras started feeding back interesting video and audio of the inner workings of the Rock Demons club. There appeared to be able twenty of them in all, but it was hard to make out how many of those were prospects. Ella had placed the cameras well, but it was impossible to make out the differences on the cuts or recognise all the faces so we could have been double counting at times.

  They were, as we had hoped, not closed lipped around the bar. Not so much when the sweet butts were about, but when it was just their members they inadvertently let slip some extremely useful information for us.