Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 1

by Winter Travers

  “Sunshine.”

  “Why?” I asked, curious.

  “Your hair and your, well… everything.” Troy shrugged his shoulders and tore his eyes away from me.

  “My everything, huh?”

  “Jesus Christ,” Troy mumbled under his breath.

  “Well, now I feel obligated to say something I like about you. Let’s see,” I mused as my gaze traveled over Troy’s body.

  “You don’t need to say shit. Forget I ever called you Sunshine,” Troy gruffed, grabbing his half empty plate and dumped it down the garbage disposal.

  “No, no. I like it.”

  Troy just shook his head started making water to do the dishes.

  “I like your shoulders,” I blurted out as I watched his tee stretch taut across his shoulders.

  “My shoulders, huh? Must be slim pickings of things you like about me if that was the only thing you could come up with,” He laughed as he walked over to the table, grabbed his cup and filled it up.

  I glanced at my cup, seeing I had only drank half of it and wondered how the hell Troy could drink so much coffee and not be bouncing off the walls all the time. He leaned against the counter and crossed his legs in front of him, staring me down. “I think you telling me you like my shoulders is like me telling you I like your nose.”

  “What’s wrong with my nose?” I raised my hand, trailing my fingertips down my nose, wondering if Troy thought it was big.

  “There’s nothing wrong with your nose, it goes perfectly with your face. I’m just saying telling someone you like their shoulders, isn’t really a normal compliment.”

  “Well, I like them. They seem sturdy and well, can you know, shoulder stuff well.” Shoulder stuff well, really Marley. Just shoot me now.

  “Good use of shoulders, shouldering stuff,” Troy smirked, taking a drink of his coffee.

  “Yup, well, I think I’m just going to quit while I’m ahead.” I glanced out the window looking into the backyard, praying Troy would let it go.

  “So how does one actually measure how well they can shoulder things? Is there like a scale you go by? Do you walk down the street and think, ‘Wow, he sure does have a set of shoulders on him’?” “You’re an ass.”

  “I’m not an ass.”

  “Yes, you are. Total ass.”

  “Oh, so now we are talking asses. I’m partial to a good ass too. So you measure asses the same way you measure shoulders. Should I turn around?” Troy set his cup down turned around and braced his arms on the counter.

  “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “Oh, it’s happening alright. Do I need to shake it for you? Flex it? Or, is it all about the feel?” Troy stood up straight and reached around, squeezing his own ass.

  I covered my eyes and burst out laughing. I couldn’t watch any more.

  “Holy shit. What the hell did I just walk into?”

  I whipped my hands off my face, and saw Meg and Cyn standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Their eyes were glued to Troy, who still had his hands on his ass, but he was now looking over his shoulder at them.

  “Marley likes my shoulders. I was trying to find out if she liked my ass before you two walked in. Ever hear of knocking?” Troy still had his hands on his ass. Was he going to stand like that all day?

  “We did knock, no one answered. Dude, stop feeling yourself up,” Meg replied, tearing her horrified gaze away from Troy and glanced at me.

  I gave a little wave, unsure of what to say to someone who had just seen a guy groping himself, asking me if I liked his ass.

  “I smell coffee.” Cyn walked over to the coffee pot and held her hand out to Troy. He reached up in the cabinet and handed her a cup.

  “Me too, cowboy,” Meg ordered, holding her hand.

  “I’m gonna have to make another pot with you two here.”

  “Please, even if we wouldn’t have shown up, you would have made another pot. Coffee runs through your veins.” Meg held her cup out to Cyn, who filled it up, and they both came to sit at the table with me.

  “There’s a dog under your table,” Meg said, leaning over to glance under the table.

  “It’s Bandit,” Troy said, his arms crossed over his chest.

  “Holy shit, buddy. I didn’t even know you were here!” Meg slid out of her chair and crawled under the table with Bandit.

  After Troy and I had sat down to eat breakfast, Bandit had curled up by my feet and hadn’t moved. His tail was wagging like crazy, beating against the leg of the table, but he had yet to move away from me.

  “I should have brought Bluesy over if I had known you were here, handsome,” Meg cooed from under the table.

  “Um, does anyone want to tell her she’s sitting under the table?” I asked, laughing.

  “There’s no point. She’s weird,” Cyn said, rolling her eyes.

  “Hey, we’re all fucking weird, I just don’t care who sees my weird,” Meg called.

  “I don’t think she could hide it if she wanted to,” Troy chuckled.

  “If I cared, I would so be offended by that,” Meg said, crawling out from under the table and sat back in her chair.

  “How come Bandit won’t come out from under the table?” Cyn asked, glancing under the table.

  Bandit had curled up by my feet again after his visit with Meg.

  “He likes Marley. He hasn’t left her side the whole time he’s been here except to go outside and eat,” Troy explained, filling his cup for the umpteenth time.

  “Hmm, interesting,” Meg said, her eyes darting back and forth between Troy and me.

  “Knock it off, Meg,” Troy said sternly.

  “Never mind me,” she purred, taking a sip of her coffee.

  “Yeah, that’s not likely. Why don’t you spill on what the hell you two are doing here so early?”

  “It’s ten-thirty, Troy. Not exactly the butt crack of dawn,” Cyn laughed.

  “For you two it is.” Troy shot Meg a look and shook his head.

  “I was wondering what time you have to work today,” Meg asked, turning her attention to me.

  “She’s not fucking working today!” Troy bellowed.

  We all turned our gazes to Troy, who had pushed away from the counter and had a scowl on his face.

  “You just got kidnapped twenty-four hours ago and have a concussion. You are not going to work.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared me down.

  Ha! So Troy thought he was going to tell me what I was going to do. How cute.

  “Dude, chill out. I’m pretty sure Marley can decide for herself what she’s going to do. Right, Marley?” Meg scolded.

  All eyes turned to me. “I don’t think I’m going to work today,” I replied.

  “Ha! Told ya,” Troy gloated.

  “You’re an ass,” Meg pouted.

  “But not because Troy said so, only because the salon is closed on Mondays,” I said, bursting Troy’s bubble.

  “Yes!” Meg shouted, jumping up from her chair. “I knew it! Marley is one kick ass chick that you aren’t going to be able to push around.” Meg folded her arms over her chest and gave Troy an eat shit look.

  “I’m not trying to push her around, I just want her to be careful.” “Sure. Whatever you say, cowboy,” Meg said, rolling her eyes.

  “These two could go at it all day if we let them,” Cyn said, turning her attention back to me. “Meg and I came over wondering if you wanted to maybe go shopping or something. We all have to work at three, so it would just be a quick excursion.”

  Meg and Troy had ended their stare down and were waiting for my answer.

  “Um, sure I guess. Is there anywhere to shop in town beside the grocery store, though?”

  “We have to drive to Rivers Edge, which is like twenty minutes away,” Cyn said as she grabbed our three empty cups and dumped them into the bubbly dishwater Troy had made.

  “Okay, just let me do the dishes and change and then we can head out.”

  “Nope. You go change and get r
eady, Cyn and I can do the dishes while we grill Troy about your night together.” Meg elbowed Troy in the side as we stood up.

  “I’d make a break for it now while you can,” Cyn laughed.

  “Um, I’ll be right back,” I mumbled walking out of the kitchen. Sprinting up the stairs, I glanced behind me when I heard Bandit galloping up the stairs after me.

  I held my door open for Bandit to walk in and then slammed it shut and glanced around my room. Bandit leaped up on my bed and burrowed under the blankets. I wonder if Troy, Meg, and Cyn would notice if I just got under the covers with Bandit and didn’t come back down.

  Although they would probably send Troy up here to get me. Troy in my room was the last thing I wanted right now. Even though I really had no idea what I wanted right now.

  I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what was important right now. Whenever I would get overwhelmed, I would close my eyes and try to clear my head and let the most important thing that needed to be done come to the front.

  After two minutes of clearing my mind, the only thing that came to the front and wouldn’t go away was Troy.

  Ha! Troy was definitely not the most important thing to focus on right now. Mark’s family possibly finding me in Rockton that was important, not Troy. Troy was just a one night fling and would be nothing more. Except I hadn’t planned on ever seeing Troy again. Troy wasn’t supposed to be Troy. He was supposed to be some random guy who helped me forget my problems for one night. Which had totally worked until I had woken up in his bed and headed home only to be kidnapped and then find out Mr. Right Now was Troy.

  Gah! Focus, Marley. Get dressed. That was the thing I needed to focus on right now. “Get dressed, on it,” I said out loud as I made my way to my closet and slid the doors open.

  I grabbed the first thing I saw and quickly changed out of my bed clothes. I took my hair down from the messy knot I had thrown it up in and quickly twisted it into a french braid. I bypassed makeup, just swiping on some lip balm and grabbed my purse by the door.

  I whistled for Bandit to follow me. He crawled from under the blanket to the foot of the bed, and peaked his nose out.

  “Come on, boy,” I called, patting my leg.

  Bandit leaped from the bed, taking the comforter with him, leaving it draped over his back like a cape. I laughed as I grabbed the blanket off his back and threw it

  back on the bed while Bandit waited by the door for me. “Let’s go, handsome. I think today is going to be more interesting than either of us bargained for.” *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

  Chapter 7

  Troy

  I was in hell. Shopping hell.

  As the girls were getting ready to leave, Gravel’s words popped into my head about Marley’s problems following her from California, and I knew I couldn’t let the girls go out by themselves.

  So after Meg almost threw an all-out temper tantrum about me going with them, they finally all relented and let me come along.

  Worst decision of my life. Ever.

  After the twenty minute drive of constant talking from Meg and Cyn, and with Marley looking lost and confused, trying to keep up, I was ready to turn around and call it a day. I should have gone with that instinct.

  “Do you think Rigid will like this top?” Cyn asked, walking out of the dressing with the same shirt she had shown me the past four times, just a different color each time. This time, it was orange, and it made her look like a pumpkin. Now came the hard decision of telling her the truth or lying.

  “You look like a fucking gourd.” Yep, my patience had gone from thin to nonexistent.

  “That’s what I thought too,” Cyn said, turning around to look at her ass in the huge mirror.

  “Then take the fucking thing off. Why are you still looking at it?” I ask, irritated.

  “Because it might be good for like a Halloween party, or when I make Rigid go pumpkin picking with me.”

  “Rigid pumpkin picking. I’d pay to see that shit. Although if you wear that top, a kid will be liable to pick you as his pumpkin.”

  “You’re an ass,” Cyn mumbled as she flipped me off and walked back into the dressing room.

  I shook my head and leaned back in my chair and waited for the next train wreck of an outfit Meg or Cyn walked out in. Marley had yet to emerge from the dressing room. Maybe she was one of those chicks who didn’t need to put on a fucking parade of all the clothes she was trying on.

  Leaning my head against the wall, I closed my eyes and thought of anything but shopping.

  “Shit, I thought Cyn was out here.”

  My eyes popped open at the sound of Marley’s voice, and I leaned my head down.

  Wow. Holy shit.

  “Uh, she went back to the dressing room,” I replied dumbly as I took in the short, black dress Marley had on. One hand was holding up the front, and the other was twisted behind her back.

  “I’ll go knock on her door.” She walked backward and slammed into the wall.

  Her face heated red, and she ducked her head down and side-stepped to the left.

  “Wait, just stop before you run into something else. Do you need help?”

  “Um, yeah. I can’t seem to get the zipper up on this.”

  “Turn around. I’ll get it.” I stood up, and Marley shuffled her way over to me and turned around.

  I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the back of the dress gaping open and her hand frantically trying to clutch it shut.

  “I got it,” I whispered, taking the one side of the dress out of her hand. I grabbed the other side of the dress and held them together with my left hand and my gaze traveled down her flawless back.

  The zipper ran to the top of her ass and where I should have seen her underwear, all I saw was the crack of her ass. Fuck me, Marley wasn’t wearing underwear.

  My hand instinctively traced down the curve of her back, and I heard her breath hitch at the touch of my hand.

  “Perfect skin,” I mumbled, leaning down and placing a light kiss on her shoulder.

  “Troy,” she gasped at the touch of my lips but didn’t pull away.

  “Shh, I just had to remember what your skin felt like under my lips.” “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpered as my right hand slid into the opening in the back and caressed her smooth skin.

  “It’s not anything we haven’t done before,” I whispered in between kisses across her shoulders.

  “That was different then.”

  “How?” I growled as I felt her body relax into me.

  “We didn’t know each other. We were just two people looking for release. Now it’s different.” Her voice was breathy and airy.

  “I think we’re still both looking for that release. We both know what we can give each other. I want it again,” I whispered in her ear and tugged on her lobe with my teeth.

  “What happens after?”

  “We sleep for a couple of hours and then I take you again and again.” I let go of her dress and pulled her sweet, lush body to mine. I had never been more turned on in all of my life as I had been standing in that dressing room. I needed to have Marley again. “No one can know, please.” She tilted her head to the left, giving me access to kiss her neck.

  “Ashamed of me, Sunshine?” I teased.

  “No, I just don’t need to deal with my dad when it comes to you. He wouldn’t understand. He only sees things in black and white.”

  “So we’ll just be each other’s release?” I growled as she thrust her ass into my dick.

  “Like a trigger.”

  “OK, go get dressed. We’ll continue this tonight when I get off of work.” I slowly slid my hand out of her dress, missing her touch as soon as she stepped away from me.

  “You still need to do up the back of my dress,” she said, her back still turned to me, the dress wide open.

  “Right. Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping forward and pulling the zipper up.

  “Thanks,” she whispered and ran back into her dressing room.

 
I sat back down, my dick protesting every move and stretched my legs out in front of me.

  What the hell did I just agree to? We both knew that we weren’t what we needed, but damned if we both didn’t want it.

  I reclined my head back and tried to calm my dick by counting backward from 100. By the time, I hit forty-three I had things under control. I kept my eyes shut and tried to think of anything besides Marley.

  “Wow, those dressing room walls sure are thin,” Meg said in my ear right before she dumped a pile of clothes in my lap.

  “Jesus Christ, do I look like a fucking hamper to you?” I pushed the clothes off my lap and onto the chair next to me.

  “I thought you might have to carry my stuff to hide the major boner you probably have right now.” She smirked and propped her hands on her hips. “You didn’t hear anything, Meg. I mean it.” I stood up, face to face with her. “Oh, you mean I didn’t hear you two make plans to pick up where you left off tonight?”

  “Yes. She doesn’t want anyone to know.” I crossed my arms over my chest and prayed Meg would keep her mouth shut.

  “I won’t say a word. Although it might be kind of hard to see Marley tonight seeing as Lo had put a guy on her at all times from the club. I won’t say anything, but I really doubt Hammer will keep his mouth shut when he sees you sneak into Marley’s house tonight.” Meg mimicked me, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Tell King she doesn’t need protection. The Assassins aren’t going to come after her again.”

  “He’s not worried about the Assassins, Marley has other problems that, unfortunately, neither of us know about.”

  “Then I’ll be her fucking bodyguard.”

  “You have work, and how would you explain that to Gravel?”

  “This is bullshit. I’m never gonna be able to see her if someone from the club is always going to be with her.” I took my hat off and ran my fingers through my hair. Son of a bitch.

  “I have an idea, but you’re going to have to keep it in your pants until the weekend,” Meg said, rubbing her hands together.

  I knew the look she had on her face. I had seen it many times before when she was cooking up some scheme in her head. This was going to be a fifty/fifty shot at working out. I just had to decide if I was willing to hedge all of my money on Meg’s harebrained idea.