Dance With The Devil (The Devil's Riders Book 4)
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Dance With The Devil
Joanna Blake
Contents
Dance With The Devil
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Note about this book
TOC Instructions
One Year Ago
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
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Slay Me
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Epilogue
About the Author
Excerpt of Torpedo
Excerpt of Cockpit
Excerpt of Cuffed
Excerpt of Go Long
Excerpt of Grind
Acknowledgments
Excerpt of Bro’
Excerpt of A Bad Boy For Summer
Dance With The Devil
I waited years for her. One day she disappeared without a trace. I just didn’t know she’d run off carrying my baby .
I’m one of the Sons of Satan, part of an inner circle we call The Devil’s Riders. I was just a prospect when I first saw her .
Becky Townsdale, the curvy girl who worked at Mae’s diner .
She’s so pretty it hurts to look at her. I waited to make a move until I was officially a Devil’s Rider. And then, the night of the club Prez’s wedding, I made her mine .
Devlin and Kaylie might have gotten married that night, but we’re the ones who made a baby . I just didn’t know it yet .
Now she’s back in town to help Mae save the diner before it gets shut down. She’s avoiding me but I’m not having it. I’ve waited a year to get over her and it never happened .
I want her back, this time for good. And that’s before I find out about the baby .
She’s mine and she doesn’t even know it yet .
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One Year Ago
Whiskey
I stood by the door, as usual. It was the best spot for keeping an eye on things. Controlling who got in and out. Jack was busy with his kids and I was the one Devlin trusted to keep watch now .
Not that we expected trouble. Not tonight anyway. But we had to be vigilant. Thanks to my years in the Corps, that was pretty much second nature to me. I didn’t really know any other way to be .
The Spawns were having a huge wedding day celebration, and no one was going to ruin it. Not the Vipers, who were still pissed after Jack had raided their massage parlor a few years back. Not even the cops would dare mess with us today .
I’d been a full member for only a few weeks, having hauled ass as a prospect for years. As a full member I got a lot of privileges. I sat in on meetings with Dev, Donnie, and Jack, for one thing. I got to share in the profits of the club. And I had about a hundred fifty brothers to call on if I needed help, just like they could call on me .
And most important of all, I could ride with my club leathers .
The women were another privilege, but not one I was partaking in .
The sweetbutts had offered me a very warm welcome. A welcome that would make a porn star blush. Three women had offered themselves to me, and all at the same time. To be precise, a blond, a brunette and a redhead, with not one natural breast between them .
Three women I had turned down .
Politely, of course. It wouldn’t do to be rude to a lady, even if she wasn’t acting like one .
I took some ribbing for passing on that particular proposition but I didn’t care. Most of the guys knew by now that I had a serious thing for the new girl at the diner. I wasn’t interested in a quick piece of ass .
I wanted a real woman in my bed .
Becky was a waitress at the diner in town. She was so bright and beautiful and so sexy it gave me wood just thinking about her. She looked so cute and juicy in her little waitress uniform, I’d started to react to the diner itself. At this point, the smell of burgers and fries affected me like Viagra .
And that was nothing compared to how she looked today, all dolled up in a fancy dress .
I let my eyes linger on her insanely feminine form as Janet pulled her onto the dance floor .
She wore a bubble gum pink dress that hugged her crazy curves. She was round in all the right places. A real woman I could hold on to .
I had ideas about what I would do with those curves. Ideas about how to make them jiggle while she screamed in pleasure, hopefully as I lifted and lowered her on and off my cock .
Oh yeah, I wanted to give little Miss Becky a ride on the Pony Express. My pony. All ten inches of him .
And tonight, I was going to go for it .
She looked adorable as she danced, young and carefree. She was giggling as she made a sexy face at her friends. She was probably too good for a scarred-up bad boy like me .
Probably? Definitely .
But I didn’t much care .
I’d waited long enough to make a play for her. And she’d eventually started giving me signs that she liked me back. A friendly hello. Lingering looks. Touching her hair a lot when I was around .
She sure blushed when I smiled at her too .
Not to mention she always slipped me free refills on a soda or a cup of coffee. And even if I was an outlaw, she wasn’t unfamiliar with that world. She was friends with Kaylie and a bunch of the old ladies from the club too .
So I knew she definitely didn’t hate bikers on principle .
That didn’t mean she wanted to roll around with one either. And I wanted to roll around with her. Not just a little bit .
I wanted to start an earthquake .
But I wanted more than that. Not just sex. I wanted to be with her for real. Maybe that would count for something .
I tapped Callaway on the shoulder. He was one of the prospects who had come up with me. He was loyal and diligent, and Dev considered him part of the inner circle .
I loved Callaway like a brother, even though I thought he was kind of crazy. But he never hesitated when he had a job to do .
He had taken the sweetbutts up on the offer they made me the night we made full members. Rumor had it, he’d spent the night with four of them .
I shook my head. I still didn’t know how he did it. The man was a machine .
“Take over. Grab one of the guys if you need to take a leak .”
“You got it, Whiskey .”
I raised a brow. After my prospect days nobody called me Whiskey Beard anymore. But they still called me Whiskey .
I didn’t mind so much, even though it reminded me of a moment of absolute stupidity .
But I had better things to do than try and break a biker of an old habit. They were worse than the Marines in some ways. And I hadn’t much enjoyed basic training .
I’d done it though. I’d do whatever it took to get the job done .
Something that Becky was about to find out .
There she was. I watched as she stepped outside for some air while everyone else kept dancing. Good girl. I tipped my head to the side, letting my eyes wander up and down her ridiculously curvy body .
Nobody should be built like that. It was criminal. All the same, I was very, very glad she was .
“Hey, sweetheart .”
She arched a brow at me. Becky was sassy like that. Not that I minded .
“I told you not to call me that .”
I smirked at her, leaning against the wall behind her. There was very little space between us now. Good. I didn’t want to be subtle .
“What should I call you then ?”
She stood up straight, inadvertently making her luscious breasts nearly spill out over the top of her dress. Talk about an embarrassment of riches. My hands itched to reach out and touch her silky soft looking skin .
“Rebecca. My name is Rebecca .”
“Has anyone called you that since the second grade ?”
She scowled at me. I liked sparring with her. Almost as much as I liked making her blush .
“What do you want, Whiskey ?”
“I want to dance with you .”
Her eyes widened and she inhaled. I waited, in no rush. I didn’t want to spook her or seem desperate. She nodded imperceptibly and I smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor .
Her hand felt cool and soft and delicate in mine. After all this time, all these years watching her, this was the first time I’d actually touched her. There was an immediate flash of arousal shooting throughout my body. I wondered if she felt it too .
A slow song came on almost immediately .
That was good. I’d get a chance to hold her close. But it also meant I would have to talk .
The curvy, sweet, sparkly girl I’d been crushing on forever was within reach at last. I always managed to be at Mae’s when she was on shift, taking frequent laps around the block and even eating most of my meals there. I always offered to pick up food for the guys. Now that Kaylie didn’t work there anymore, Dev didn’t go in too often .
They still went in for ice cream sundaes though. Only now, they went together. All the waitresses knew to give them an extra scoop .
Kaylie and Devlin had each other in a way that was incredible. I wanted that. I wanted a forever kind of love .
I stared down at the unbelievably adorable girl in my arms. Her light brown hair had all kinds of colors in it. Golds and browns and even a little red. So did those big blue eyes of hers .
I blurted out the first thing that came into my mind .
“You have the eyes of a doll .”
She tilted her head to the side in confusion .
“What ?”
“Your eyes are so pretty. They almost look like they aren’t real .”
She blushed, hiding her smile .
“Oh. Thank you ?”
My voice was gruff when I answered .
“You’re welcome .”
We danced for a while in silence. Just holding her in my arms was enough to get me going. I made sure to stand a bit apart so she couldn’t feel my throbbing hard on .
“Can I ask you something ?”
I nodded, looking down at her. I was trying not to stare into her deep cleavage. The woman was beyond stacked. I knew she was self-conscious about her shapely figure, usually covering up when she wasn’t working a shift. That body was impossible to hide though, and even harder to ignore .
I hadn’t even bothered to try .
Personally, I wanted to dive right in there and never come out again .
“ Why now ?”
“What do you mean ?”
“You’ve been watching me for so long but you never said anything. I was starting to wonder if you even liked me .”
My voice sounded low and husky as I answered her .
“I wanted to wait until I had my cut .”
“Cut ?”
“My official jacket. Until I was a full member of the club .”
“Oh.” She looked up at me so shyly. “But aren’t you fourth? You must have been with them for a while .”
I nodded. I was fourth ranked, under Dev, Jack and Donnie. And that was unusual for a newer recruit .
Dev and the guys trusted me, and that meant the world to me. Almost as much as the way she felt in my arms .
The song ended and something fast came on. I tugged her hand, pulling her to the side of the dance floor. There were open French doors nearby, letting in a welcome breeze .
We slipped outside to catch some fresh air .
I was unwilling to let her get more than a foot away from me. I brushed her silky hair away from her face, staring at her soft pink lips. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her head tipped back .
This was it. It was
time .
I kissed her .
It was supposed to be a gentle kiss. Polite. A first kiss .
It wasn’t .
I groaned, yanking her against my body. My tongue slipped inside her sweetly opened lips. She felt like heaven in my arms .
I kissed her hard. I reached down to cup her bottom, pulling her against my aching cock. She kissed me back, almost as eager as me .
I barely recognized my own voice when I spoke again .