“Shut your damn mouth! We’re big, tough-ass bikers, right? We can take care of ourselves. You needed help, so we gave it. Don’t say any more shit about it,” he demanded, reaching out to stroke my brow.
The feel of his calloused hand on my skin started an avalanche of lust that sped down my body, straight to my groin. I was wet instantly. My eyes narrowed, and I looked up at him with fuck me written in them.
His eyes darkened, and I knew he felt the same. I chanced a glance at his cock, and it was a solid, hard mass, throbbing under his tight pants. I dared to reach my good hand out to stroke it. He shuddered but pushed my hand away.
“Don’t do that,” he stated flatly. “I won’t be trapped, and besides, you can’t fuck. You’re still not healed inside.”
“I’m not trying to trap you. I admit, I thought about it once. It was damn stupid and evil. Now, I just can’t seem to stop wanting to touch all of you. I want your shaft in my hand, or mouth if I can’t have it in my pussy. I’m wet and needy. I don’t know why I feel so horny when I’m near you, but I’ve got to have you.”
“You make me rock hard, and I want to fuck you blind, Reagen. I’ve wanted to screw you from the moment I found you. It’s damn sick to feel that way about a half-dead woman. I’m a fucking animal,” Seth replied.
“No, you’re not. Our bodies need each other. Please, let’s get to it. It hurts us both not to.”
“You can’t fuck, Reagen. I won’t tear you up again,” he argued.
“There are other ways to have sex, and you probably can imagine a thousand of them. Touch me. Let me touch you. It could be better than fucking.”
He turned and walked away. I thought he was leaving. I was wrong. He locked the door and sauntered back while stripping off his t-shirt. I nearly came just catching a glimpse of his damn near perfect chest. The muscles in my pussy clenched, and my breasts tingled with anticipation.
Seth slid into the bed next to me and put a huge, rough hand across my belly. He leaned in to take my quivering lips, and I met him halfway. His tongue slipped between my lips to tangle with mine. My toes curled, and I fought against a climax. I wanted this to last, and if I came now, I knew he would stop, so I held on the best I could.
I rolled to my side so that we were chest to chest. His hard muscles met my soft ones, causing my nipples to beg for attention, specifically from his damn hot tongue. Then, I put a hand down the back of his pants to knead the muscular ass I found. He groaned, pulled me closer, and covered a silken breast with a warm hand.
I whimpered, needing him inside me, though I knew he wouldn’t claim that right.
“Get these damn silk pajamas off my fucking body. I want to be bare against you,” I ordered.
Seth growled and tugged the camisole over my head. My broken nose ached when the silk got caught on it, but I didn’t cuss. Who gave a shit about a little pain when a hot man was lapping at your damn nipples? He rolled them with his tongue and sucked them deep into his mouth. I lost it. My center convulsed. The need ran between my thighs as I bucked against Seth’s cock.
He tried to pull away. I wouldn’t allow it. “We’re not fucking done yet. I want more, and I need to blow your mind. Don’t you dare try to leave me again before I’ve had enough of your cock. Please! I want to see you.”
Seth’s head fell back, and he laughed until he choked. “Damn, bitch. You’ve got balls bigger than mine. I love it when you make me laugh. Let’s take this shit to the next level.”
“Uncover my pussy, and you’ll see there aren’t any balls. Just hot, wet lips begging to be licked. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I teased.
“I’d never deny a fucking lady,” he replied.
Seth stood and slowly undid his pants. The dark hair above the prize made me gulp. He wiggled his hips, like a male stripper as the pants got lower. The base of his shaft taunted me, then suddenly, all of him popped out. It was a damn, glorious sight. He was long, thick, and pulsing. Already there was a droplet on the top of his throbbing shaft. I licked my lips and struggled to sit up and take him in my mouth. I wanted a taste of heaven.
“Not yet, bitch,” he joked. “You first.”
He turned his back, and what a fucking magnificent one it was. He peeled the tight pants down, displaying an ass that should be given a damn trophy. He clenched his ass muscles and bent over to untangle his pants from his feet. I slapped my hand over mine. My bottoms were soaked.
Seth sucked in a deep breath and grinned. “Hell! I fucking smell something hot, wet, and delicious. Give me some of that shit!”
He ripped the bottoms in half and fell on my pussy like he was dying of thirst in the desert. I spread my legs and pulled my knees up toward my chest to give him better access. I wanted this more than I wanted to live.
He dragged his hot tongue from front to rear, then back again. He blew hot air over my pussy, and I writhed on the wet sheets. He opened my lips with his fingers to find my clit. He flicked it gently, and I shouted, “Fuck you!”
“Soon, baby,” he muttered.
His tongue slipped gently inside me to lap up the pre-cum. Later, his damn teeth tugged at my clit, and I begged for mercy. He gave it. He fucking sucked the clit until I burst. I fucking came until I was weak.
Seth moved up my body and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tasted myself, and unlike when Jacob had stuck his juice covered dick in my mouth, it was delicious.
My fist circled his shaft. It bounced in my grasp. I moved my hand from the base to the tip, making Seth groan and curse me. I tugged harder and faster. My other hand was in a cast, yet I managed to use it on his balls. I found the spot just behind his nuts that caused him to fucking pant.
“Straddle my chest. Let me drink you,” I demanded.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Seth said, though his balls had to be aching.
“Just do it, shit! I want to taste you. Do it for me.”
He did as I asked, keeping his weight off my neck. My tongue began behind his nuts and slithered up his pulsing member. His whole body was shaking by the time I reached the droplet on the head of his shaft. I lapped at the slit, taking fucking delight in watching him come unglued. He was gritting his teeth, and his legs were so tense they were trembling.
At last, I surrounded the thick head of his cock with my mouth, allowing my tongue to make circles on the carving around its top. I took as much of his length as I possibly could. He began to move, fucking my mouth. I squeezed his nuts and played with them as he began to move faster. I reveled in knowing it was me who brought out the beast in him. It took only moments to get his seed to pour down my throat. I welcomed the salty, sweet taste of him. The juices were hot, and all I’d dreamed of.
Seth shouted, “Damn you, Reagen! I swear you’ve taken my soul out through my dick and made me like it. Hell, I want more.”
I swore he would get it soon. I wanted that salty seed to spill inside me, and I was determined it would happen, not to trap him, but to prove I was beginning to love him like the damn fool I was.
Chapter 10
Seth
I felt like I was losing my fucking mind. Reagen had managed to drag my reluctant ass into her bed with very little fight from me. Then, she had literally sucked my brains out through my dick. I had done exactly what I’d sworn not to— let her get under my fucking skin.
I didn’t want or need any more complications. I was already in a world of shit and had a war on my hands. No one was backing me up, not even my own crew. I never wanted an ol’ lady, and I refused to imagine Reagen could get me that far. This had been a one-time thing. I’d keep my dick in my pants from now on, regardless of how much it hardened and throbbed.
I had climbed out of her bed, grabbed my clothes, and made a fast exit. I didn’t say anything to her, not even a ‘thanks for the blow job, bitch.’ Butt naked, I ran to my shower. Not a damn soul was there to see my damn undignified retreat. I scrubbed Reagen’s scent off my dick and balls, then out of my mouth. Still, her flavor l
ingered on the tongue I’d fucked her with.
Shaking with shame that I’d let things get out of hand, and allowed a badly injured woman to get me off, I slunk into the main living area. I hoped none of the crew could tell I’d just screwed the woman they considered a spy. To them, it would be a hell of a lot of proof that she was dragging information out of me by using sex.
What I found in the room ended my fucking pity party. There was a shitload of chaos and shouting. Jordyn, our Road Captain, was laid out on the pool table. His head was bloody, and Tony was trying to staunch the flow of blood from his shoulderblade.
“What the hell? Why wasn’t I called? Were we fucking attacked again?” I screamed over the loud voices.
“Not here,” Jordyn said, gritting his teeth in agony.
“Shut up, man,” Tony spoke up. “Let one of the others explain. You had to say enough already. We’ll get Doc to stitch you up soon. Seth, back the fuck off, and take as many of these gawkers with you as you can.”
“Get your asses away from Jordyn,” I ordered. “Let him breathe for shit’s sake. What the hell are you thinking? Somebody better explain.”
“Jordyn went to the warehouse, like always. Some piece of shit was trying to break in. The bastard got the drop on Jordyn, sliced his damn shoulderblade, and gave him a shove into the concrete edge of the building. When he got knocked senseless, the fucker ran,” Vince told the story.
“Which club? Did Jordyn get a good look at the bastard?” I questioned.
“The asshole wasn’t wearing leathers. There weren’t identifying logos of any kind. He was dressed like a fucking burglar. You know, all black from head to toe. He had one of those ugly-ass winter caps pulled over his damn face. He was hiding who he was, the cowardly piece of shit.”
“He wasn’t sent by Maxum, or he would have had the fucking code to the locks,” I answered.
“Wrong guess, Seth. I changed the code once I was given the go-ahead to be Prez,” Tony replied, coming over with Jordyn’s blood all over his hands and clothes.
“So, it could have been any fucker, including whatever new enemies we’ve gained due to Maxum’s lying ass. From now on, no one goes anywhere alone. We go in pairs or larger groups when possible. We cover each other’s asses. I’m setting up guard rotations for the bar, the club, and the warehouse.”
“What the fuck did he want so bad in the warehouse? There ain’t any shit worth much in it,” a new recruit piped up.
“We keep motorcycle parts and tools in there. The engine parts are worth big bucks, thousands to any club, but my best guess is they were after the cash. The Preacher knows there’s a stash in the safe for business. He owes a shitload of money to a lot of assholes. It’s possible he sent one of his new minions to fetch it, or they heard him mention it, and decided to take it for themselves,” I explained.
“There’s a third choice,” Tony added. “Some badass fuckers can’t get the money out of Maxum, so they’re coming after our stash. They may resort to killing us off, thinking The Preacher will hand over money to save us. The bastards don’t realize he’s lost interest in us. They may think he still gives a shit, but by the time they find out he doesn’t give a flying fuck, it’ll be too damn late. We’ll be dead.”
“Our only ace in the hole is the Crypt Keepers. We need their fucking numbers to add to ours. Otherwise, we can’t protect every place that needs protection. It hurts my dick to ask them for help, but we have to. Two of their guys and two of ours are needed at each location around the clock. Just try not to kill each other, you dicks. They’re our only allies in this shit storm. All the other fuckers believe Maxum’s shit. We use what we’ve got to survive,” I proclaimed.
“I’ll get a message to Slayer. I doubt he was expecting us to take him up on his offer so soon, but like you said, we’ve got to use everything we’ve got,” Tony answered. “Doc just drove up to patch Jordyn. Let him in. I’ve got to get this damn sticky blood washed off before I puke. Hey, Jordyn, your blood stinks! What shit have you been drinking?”
The question was meant to make Jordyn smile through his pain, and it worked. Tony was a badass Prez, yet he was also soft-hearted when it came to his crew. Maxum may have been a preacher, but his compassion turned out to be conditional. Not Tony’s. His was as genuine as you could get.
“Damn it to hell,” the doc growled as he came through the door. “I’m supposed to be fucking retired, and you shitheads are spoiling my fun. You keep dragging my old ass down here so often, I can’t even go hunting or fishing. To top it all off, some fucker tried to run me off the road. I’m too old for all this shit!”
That got my attention. “Who tried to run you off the road? Was it a car, truck, or bike?”
“It was a damn Harley. One of the asshole Blue Diablos was in a hurry to get past me. Then, he saw who I was, and decided to have some fucking fun. I showed his ass who was boss, though. My old truck is heavier than a motorcycle. He’s pouting in a ditch, with a broken arm, and a mangled wheel. I was kind enough to call nine-one-one for him as I shouted, ‘Fuck you’ from my window.”
“Doc, pissing him off wasn’t the best idea. We’ve got a war going on these days, and we don’t know all the fucking players. It’s best if you don’t get caught in the middle,” I argued.
“Boy, I’ve been caught in the middle for a lot of fucking years. This ain’t nothing new. I’m nobody’s fool. I knew when I started doctoring your asses what it meant. Who wants to sit around all by themselves, twiddling their thumbs when they’re retired? Not this fucker. I survived the encounter, so everything’s good, but I have some news you might be interested in,” the doc added as he began swabbing the slice on Jordyn’s shoulderblade with antiseptic.
I waited until Jordyn’s scream died down before asking, “What news? Did you hear some more shit about The Preacher?”
“Not The Preacher exactly,” he replied, stabbing a needle full of numbing meds into Jordyn. “It’s his daughter, Kara. I know she’s doesn’t want anything to do with the club. However, not everyone has gotten the message. Her place was broken into, and it’s fucking trashed. It’s a hell of a mess. She was supposed to be home. Thank the good Lord, she stepped out to meet a friend.”
“She’s alright, then?” I asked, remembering how she was upset with us for turning up at her door.
“She’s shaken, but pissed as all get out. She kept some cash and some jewelry at her place. It’s gone, of course. There wasn’t a lot. It’s the breaking shit that didn’t need to be broken that’s got her pissed off. She won’t admit it, but she’s fucking scared too.”
“She can come here. It’s as safe as we can make it,” I offered.
“Fat fucking chance,” the doc replied. “She’s going off the radar, at least for now. She’s moved, and don’t want you to fucking know where. She’s disowned Maxum’s ass. She’s got it in her head that he’s the one who broke in, looking for drug money. She thinks he busted shit when he discovered she only kept petty cash there.”
“If he trashed his own daughter’s place, then he’s not just selling drugs. He’s using. That would explain a lot of the shit he’s done lately. His mind is fucked up on dope. I don’t get how he went from preaching to using drugs in such a hell of a short time. I guess it doesn’t really make any difference. He’s on the wrong side of this mess either way. Worse, he started the shit,” I commented.
“Well, I’m officially sick and tired of this mess already. It needs to get cleared up asap. Sewing up young men, burying others, is just too much crap for my old heart to deal with. The Midnight Saints were never about wars or shooting up other crews. This has become a fucking nightmare that I didn’t sign up for. I’m warning you. I’m going fishing over the weekend. I’ll have my cell on me, but I’ll be a couple of hours away. Don’t get your sorry asses fucked up too bad while I’m away. Better yet, take a cue from Kara. Go off the radar for a while. Hell, take your families and ol’ ladies on vacation far from here.”
“I wish
we could, Doc. That’s just not in the cards,” Tony replied as he reentered the room. “We have to protect what’s left of our earnings, not to mention follow through on our obligations. The Preacher may have a new agenda, but he set up charity works for us that I won’t ignore. We’ve gotten donations for the children’s hospital, and they’re expecting us to have the big ride on Sunday. Everything’s been set up for months. I’m damn well not going to disappoint the kids. The ride the clubs do, and the carnival afterward, give them almost half their money for cancer care. Should we just let kids die because our lives are fucked up?”
“No, no, I didn’t mean that. Hell, I’d forgotten the carnival was this weekend. I’ll come back early, just in case there’s trouble. You know some of the clubs will back out if you stay in it, right? They don’t believe The Preacher double-crossed you. They believe his shit don’t stink. How’s this thing going to work without the usual numbers?” Doc asked.
“We’ve got backups coming. The Crypt Keepers are still in, and there are clubs from all over the state who’ve stepped up. None of them give a shit who’s screwed who over. They’re in this for the kids,” Tony answered.
“What happens if there is trouble?”
“For the annual children’s charity ride, the cops always give us backup. Since they’ve heard about this mess, they’ll be sending in more firepower. We’ve been ordered not to carry guns, but I’ll be damned if we’re going into this unprotected. Everyone will carry knives. Guns will be limited to those who don’t, or can’t, ride. Those members will stay on the outside of the crowd, and won’t be wearing their leathers identifying them as belonging to us. That way, the cops can’t say we didn’t obey. If trouble starts, it will be after the kids are out of harm’s way. I doubt even a drugged up fuckhead like Maxum would order a free for all that would hurt kids,” Tony explained.
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