Burning Road (A Devil's Cartel MC Series Book 1)

by Skyla Madi

  Warmth flows through me, and he kisses me tenderly on my lips, gentle pecks filled with genuine adoration. Dazed, I lose myself in his beautiful amber irises and am lulled by his wildly beating heart as it thumps into mine. I want to stay like this forever. It’s warm here. It feels good here with my man, the one I was never meant to have.

  “I’ll get you your own cut,” he says, brushing my hair away from my back. “It’ll have my name on it.”

  I can’t wait to be his officially. I can’t wait to be a part of the club. “Does it come in pink?”

  He snorts and smiles, exposing his white, straight teeth. “Not likely.”

  I snuggle in closer to him, nestling into the crook of his neck, and we stay that way until the sun’s final rays disappear and the high moon is shining through the skylight above his bed. The men outside have long since moved inside. Music thumps, shouting ensues, and I can’t help the happy curve to my lips. This is home.

  Home has never felt so wonderful and lively.

  “I’ll look after you,” Creed whispers in my ear. “You’re my old lady now.”

  I smile and close my eyes, committing this moment to memory and vowing never to let it fade.

  EPILOGUE

  I Z Z Y

  Two years later

  I’m not nervous. I mentally prepared myself for this night a long time ago.

  The sight of Judge and Creed sitting side by side on our new, dark leather couch wearing nothing but black sweatpants has my heart racing. Even in the dim, moody lighting, they look good. They look really good. Their skin is inked and smooth, and their muscular compositions are almost identical to one another. They both watch me with a hunger that almost makes me regret teasing them all dinner. Almost.

  I lift myself from my ass to rest on my heels and grab my wine glass off the coffee table. I drink the last mouthful and place it back down, licking my lips.

  Over the years, Creed has made sure Damon and I shared little, non-physical moments to make this one big moment easier for me. He expertly built the tension between us, and although I can’t wait to get my hands on Judge once and for all, tonight is more than unorthodox sex. Tonight ensures I’m a part of the club. It ensures I’ll be taken care of for the rest of my life, should anything happen to Creed.

  “Come sit here,” Creed says, his eyes flashing dangerously.

  I flick my chin to the tiny space between him and Judge. “Between you?”

  If I sit there, I’ll be touching them both. Heat blooms down my spine at the thought. I’m not dressed for the night they seem to have planned. Though I’m braless underneath my cropped, pink tee that reads “when God made man she was only joking,” a baggy pair of gray sweatpants cover my freshly waxed legs. When Creed and I spoke of this event, we discussed me wearing a naughty, black babydoll, not sweatpants.

  Creed hums. “Be a good girl, like we practiced, and between us is how you’ll spend the rest of your night.”

  More heat flushes through me. I spare a nervous glance at the pump bottle of lube next to my bottle of red wine and take a deep breath. God. I hope Judge isn’t bigger than James or any of the toys I have.

  I lift myself to my feet and saunter toward them. They watch me, closely, their large hands resting on their thighs. Judge drums his fingers, tapping in a way that intimidates me. I can please Creed like it’s second nature, but Judge? I think back to that night in his room, the night I first went to the clubhouse and they were having a party. I ended up in his room by mistake, and his touch was brutal and ruthless, to say the least. Creed still doesn’t know about that…

  I turn my attention to Judge, and his charcoal eyes flash, reminding me of lightning at the peak of a summer storm. I lower myself into the space between them, flushing when my shoulders press firmly to theirs.

  “Go on,” Creed says, and I turn my head to look at him. He’s watching Judge, his features firm. “You said her tits were turning you on.”

  Oh. I lift my eyebrows as a fierce blush rushes up my neck and pours into my cheeks. He said that? To Creed? I swallow as Judge lifts my cropped tee, bunching the fabric above my breasts. I glance at his face then down at my mounds of flesh. My nipples harden instantly, and Judge drags his finger underneath one, sending a spiral of sensation down my spine. Surprised, I place my hand on Creed’s thigh and clench it as Judge cups my left breast in his large hand. My cup size is on the larger side, but in Judge’s hands, much like Creed’s, they feel so much smaller. He lifts it, feels the weight of it, and gently squeezes it. Without thought, I angle my torso in his direction, drawn in by lust and curiosity, and his wicked dark eyes flick to mine.

  “Bigger nipples than I expected, Blondie,” he says, laughter in his voice. “They’re fucking perfect.”

  Creed hums his agreement. I straighten my spine as Judge cranes his neck and envelops my nipple and a good portion of my breast into his mouth. I suck air between my teeth and pull back, resting against Creed, who’s turned with me and catches me against his chest. Creed smooths his hands along my bare waist and tugs me, moving my whole body to face Judge, who leans over me, mouthing my breasts with more need than I ever thought he could exhibit. He really wants it. I don’t know why that surprises me.

  Judge sucks me hard, desperately, while he palms my other breast, then sensually tongues it, as if it’s my mouth he’s kissing. When he finally breaks his hold, my nipple feels swollen and hot, and I make a disappointed sound in my throat, earning a simper from both men.

  “I think she liked that,” Creed says, brushing locks of my wild blonde hair from my chest.

  I turn my head to look at Creed, who peers down at me, his eyes lusty and hooded. That’s when I feel his hard length against my spine.

  “Relax,” he whispers and cranes his neck to lick my bottom lip, making my breath hitch.

  “You’re not jealous?”

  “I’m extremely fucking jealous, but your enjoyment is the only thing appeasing me, so,” he places one of my hands on my breast, the other on Judge’s head, who licks at my tense abdomen, “save me from committing murder by enjoying the shit out of it.”

  Judge trails his thick fingers down my stomach, and I clench as he reaches the waistband of my sweatpants—the point of no return. He hooks his fingers around it, and I hold my breath as he rears back, pulling my pants down, leaving me in my lacy, white underwear. A warm flush sweeps up my spine and engulfs my neck under his gaze.

  “What else does she like?” he asks, his voice thick and raspy.

  “Anything. Everything.” Creed cups my right breast in his hand and tweaks my nipple the way I like it. I sigh and arch my back, pushing further into his touch. “You’re not hard to please, are you, Blondie?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  Judge keeps his eyes on mine as he glides his palm along my calf to the inside of my knee. He lays himself on his stomach and brings his face dangerously close to my clothed core. Without a word, he pushes my leg up and away, opening me up to him. Creed releases my nipple, and I relax against him as he replaces Judge’s hold under my knee.

  “Lick her thighs,” Creed tells him. “She likes that.”

  Simpering, Judge licks his lower lip then drags his tongue up my inner thigh, licking his way to the apex. As he goes, Creed kisses me behind the ear and down my neck, making me shiver. I revel in the sensation as he sweeps my hair out of the way and trails his nose along my heated flesh, breathing me in. I close my eyes. I’ve imagined this night in my head for a long time, fantasized about it, but I didn’t imagine it feeling this seamless. Two different men doing two different things to me at the same time is almost overwhelming.

  Fingers brush against my lace-covered entrance, and I jolt, my eyes shooting open. Underneath me, Creed’s body tightens.

  “Pull her panties to the side,” he orders, and Judge obliges.

  My lips part as his warm breath blows against my wet, exposed flesh, and Creed’s chest rises and falls quicker, his breath blowing faster against th
e shell of my ear, heating me up beyond belief.

  “He must really like you,” Creed whispers. “He doesn’t eat pussy. Ever.”

  “Ever?”

  He bites my neck, and I flex my hips, my pussy grazing Judge’s full lips. “Ever.”

  Judge buries his face between my legs and pushes his tongue between my creases. My hands fly to his head as I quiver, and I suck air between my teeth, digging my nails into his scalp.

  “Judge…” I say, breathless, a plea for…something. I don’t know what. “Fuck.”

  He groans heartily, sending a hot surge of pleasure rolling through my stomach, then ravenously devours me, tonguing, kissing, and mouthing his way around my clit the way I like it, the way Creed does it too, and the way Pierce rarely got right.

  It surprises me Judge doesn’t do this. If he doesn’t like it, then he’s good at pretending.

  Creed snatches my breasts in his hands and kneads them, rolling my hardened peaks between his fingers, taking me higher and higher. I moan loudly, making Creed curse and squirm underneath me. I pull my right hand from Judge’s head and lift my arm to clasp the back of Creed’s neck. I pull on it, wanting more, wanting Creed on me, too. Judge lashes me with his tongue, and I’m suddenly loud. My cries ring in my ears, and my calves and thighs tremble as he works me up with his mouth. Then he glides the back of his hand along my inner thigh, toward my heat. Without breaking contact with his tongue, he presses two fingers to my opening then slips them inside me. I arch my back, grinding my hips into his mouth as sensations explode at the base of my spine.

  “Should I make him to stop?” Creed asks, and I can hear the teasing tone in his deep, raspy tenor.

  “No,” I beg, digging my fingernails into the skin on the back of his neck. He’d make Judge stop, just to toy with me. “Please let him keep going.”

  “You want him to make you come?”

  I nod, rapidly moving my hips quicker, seeking my orgasm before it’s taken away. Creed releases a guttural groan from his chest and pulls on my knee, opening me wider. I curse, and it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to surface and bubble in the pit of my belly, waiting to spill over.

  “She likes your mouth,” Creed tells Judge, approval dripping from his tone. “She likes the way you fuck her with your fingers. How does she taste?”

  Judge groans and releases my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fucking good. Better than good.”

  He returns to pleasuring me, and it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to rebuild. I squeeze my eyes shut as unbearable tingles spread like wildfire over my body, setting fire to every nerve, every cell, in my being. Judge’s name is quick and sexy on the tip of my tongue as I grind my pelvis into his face, and the pleasure he stirs in me overrides my system. In seconds, my body is awash in ecstasy as my orgasm crashes over me. I ride it out until my bones feel like jelly and my muscles are too heavy to hold up. I rest against Creed, lost in my fog, as Judge kisses and licks at my thighs. They talk to each other, but I’m not paying attention, until I’m lifted into Judge’s arms and flipped, laying chest to chest with Creed. Against him is where I want to be the most. I want James in front of me, my eyes on him and only him. Does he know that? I lift my eyebrows, silently asking him, and I shift, moving further up his wide body so our noses kiss. His answer comes in the form of a hot, possessive kiss. He knows, without a doubt, that I am his and he is mine. I push my fingers through his freshly cut hair and rest my elbows in the space above his massive shoulders. Suddenly, I wish the room wasn’t so dimly lit so I could see the rivers of honey in his eyes and the ochre highlights in his dark, freshly cut hair. A few feet behind us, the sounds of glass tinkering tells me Judge is pouring himself another drink.

  “Your turn,” I say to Creed, flicking my tongue over his lower lip. “Make me feel good?”

  Amusement flashes in his eyes. “You’re being greedy.”

  I smirk and nod because I know I am. Judge holds two rocks glasses of whiskey beside us, and we take it without thanks, downing our mouthful.

  “I think it’s your turn,” Creed says. “I want you to suck me while he watches.”

  A whoosh of tingles rushes over me, and I descend on his body, kissing and licking every rise and depression of his perfectly sculpted torso. He’s lost weight in the time we’ve been together. He’s leaner, his muscles more cut, and I love to lick their crevices, to rub my body against them.

  When I reach the waistband of his sweatpants, I pull the front of his pants down, and his impressive length springs free. I keep my eyes on his as I lick his thick, long shaft from bottom to top then draw him into my mouth, sucking him deep.

  “Damon,” Creed calls. “Her underwear. Get rid of them.”

  The sound of a glass being set down on the coffee table tinkles in the warm, silent room. A few heartbeats pass before I feel his fingers against my left hip then a rough tug. Fabric snaps, and he repeats it on the other side. After Judge has ripped my panties from my body, he palms my ass and lifts me higher so I’m on display for him. He opens and closes my cheeks and my pussy lips, inspecting me with his eager hands. Initially, I thought it’d be hard to control Judge. As president of the MC and Creed’s superior, I was worried he’d take the role as alpha, but he’s doing a good job respecting me and not stepping on Creed’s toes.

  “Feel how wet she gets when I’m buried in her throat.”

  I flex my hips as Judge presses his fingers into my creases then probes inside me. I moan against Creed’s hot shaft as lust shoots down my spine and shakes me to my core. Creed pushes deeper, until I gag, then he holds me there. My eyes water, and I can’t breathe, but he doesn’t care. He forces me to adjust to the depth, and I do. I always do.

  Judge makes a comment about fucking me. My heart pounds so loud in my ears that I miss the second half of it, but I don’t miss the feel of his hot flesh as it slaps against my pulsing, wet core. I shiver, bobbing my head high enough to breathe through my nose. Judge presses the large head of his cock to my entrance and applies pressure, stretching me. I gasp, pulling off Creed’s dick.

  “Don’t you fucking dare put it in,” Creed snaps at him. “I told you her pussy is mine.”

  “Creed,” Judge groans and painfully squeezes one of my ass cheeks in one hand while jerking himself against me, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

  Creed smirks. I think he enjoys toying with Judge. I grab Creed by his shaft and work him in my hand, making his hips flex and his abs clench. His hungry stare flicks between my bouncy breasts and my face, and as I pump him, Judge continues to rub himself against my sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing me closer and closer to my second orgasm. He must know it too because the sneaky asshole pushes against my entrance again, this time his whole head enters me, and I pull away with a gasp as Creed’s previous demand flutters to the forefront of my mind. Ashamedly, I wish he’d plunge in and fuck me against Creed until I came.

  “I want to feel it,” Judge groans, his breathing quick, his tone tormented. “I want to feel her come around my cock.”

  Creed cups my face in his hands and crunches his body, bringing his mouth closer to mine. “Is that what you want, baby? You want his cock inside you?”

  I’ve never lied to him. Right now, I’ve got two sexy men in my sitting room with their cocks out, and I’m filled to the brim with lust. It’s a no brainer.

  “Yes,” I utter, easing back against Judge, who keeps the head of his length at bay. “Please.”

  Creed flicks his stare to Judge then back to me. Whatever passes between them, Judge takes it as permission. He grips my hips and slams inside me with a guttural groan. I hiss and grit my teeth as he fills me completely and hits my cervix. For stability, I grip Creed as hard as I can.

  “Rub me,” I tell him, pulling on his forearm with my free hand while I continue to stroke him with the other. “Please, James.”

  He reaches between my legs places his rough fingers against my clit and rubs me hard
while Judge strikes fast and deep. In seconds, I completely shatter apart, coming harder than I think I ever have. The aftershocks barely wear off when I’m pulled off Judge and I’m back on Creed, straddling his hip, his own cock hard against my ass, between my firm, round cheeks. He pushes my hair out of my face then grips my ass and lifts me so his length rests between us.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asks, and I lick my lips and smirk at him.

  “Yeah, baby,” I say, breathless. “I’m ready for you.”

  He eases inside, and I close my eyes as he squeezes his way in, swearing under his breath. He’s thicker than Judge but more familiar, and my body welcomes him immediately, making it wet and stretchy enough to fit him. To help it along, I gently lift and lower myself and crane my neck to kiss him on the mouth. It’s the only hard limit I’ve set with Judge. I don’t want to kiss him, only my man.

  Cold liquid hits my backside, and I squeak, breaking the kiss. Creed shushes me and hooks my chin with his finger, bringing my mouth back to his. Then I feel a finger there, at my back entrance, and I tighten, focusing more on that than the feel of Creed’s tongue in my mouth.

  Judge gently pushes inside, and I gasp, groaning at the intrusion, at the full feeling that sweeps over me at the prod of his finger. I’m not scared. I’ve prepared for this act. Creed made sure of it. Judge adds another finger and squirts more lube until he’s able to move them with ease, and the feeling his ministrations elicit makes me crave more.

  Kissing me deeply, Creed retreats from my body along with Judge’s fingers, and behind me, I hear the ripping of a condom wrapper then more lube squirting. Judge comes back on a different angle and presses the head of his hard cock against me. I break the kiss one more time and turn my head, only to be caught by Creed’s large hands as he cups my face and presses my nose to his. I breathe quickly against his lips, and a light sweat blooms over my body. Maybe I’m a little scared. Judge pushes deeper, and I feel my tightest passage stretch. I cringe, my lips parting to let out a rush of air, and I cling to Creed, as if burying my nails in his flesh will ease the burning. Fuck. Creed plants gentle kisses all over my lips and whispers for me to relax, but I can’t relax. I’m in my head too much. I feel full already. How the hell am I supposed to have them both? Releasing my face, Creed glides his large, rough hands down my sides to my ass. I feel Judge rear back behind me, leaving the very tip of himself inside.