Tinker's Dilemma: Devil's Henchmen MC Next Generation, Book One

by Samantha McCoy

  She took Tinker’s cock to the back of her throat as she sucked deeply while massaging his balls. She felt his body tighten and she moaned.

  There was something intoxicating about having power over him. Keily held all the cards. Maybe that was how it would be in a relationship with him. Keily controlled everything in the bedroom, and Tinker controlled everything out of it. While most people wanted everything fifty-fifty, Keily didn’t. She knew there was no such thing.

  As she raised her head and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, her hand slid up and down his shaft. She sucked his cock as she jerked him off – slowly at first, but steadily increasing pressure until she was bobbing up and down his length.

  She heard his quick intake of breath and the deep gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest. Keily had never been the type to like vocal lovers, but when it came to Tinker, she needed it.

  His moans of pleasure caused heat to build deep in her pussy. She reached a hand down between her legs and circled two fingers around her clit.

  “Fuck, Keily…” Tinker moaned. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”

  She released his cock with a loud pop as she skimmed out of her panties. “We can’t have that now, can we?” she asked, straddling his lap.

  Keily grabbed his dick and lined it up with her entrance, then slid down his length. They both moaned as she took him to the hilt. She rocked her hips, slowly teasing him and her both.

  He felt so good.

  Filling her.

  Stretching her.

  Tinker grabbed hold of her hips, as he held her in place and started to move beneath her. “So fucking tight, baby,” he moaned.

  His words caused her pussy to twitch.

  Keily started to move again, meeting him stroke for stroke. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it, baby.”

  She moved faster.

  Bouncing up and down his length. He filled her as the head of his cock rubbed against her cervix. She ground her hips against him, taking him as deep as possible.

  Up…

  Down…

  Grind…

  Up...

  Down...

  Grind...

  Up.

  Down.

  Grind.

  The rhythm continued until they were both a frantic mess, their bodies slapping against each other. A tiny orgasm rolled through her, but it only made her more desperate. She needed the big one. Her body craved it. She shook with the need to scream out her release.

  And Tinker knew it, too.

  He suddenly pulled himself out of her and moved her to the side. “Head down, ass up, baby,” he said, moving behind her.

  Keily laid her head on the bed, her ass in the air as she ran a hand over her wet pussy and circled her swollen clit. Tinker rubbed his cock through her wetness before sinking back inside of her.

  They both moaned.

  She felt him lean over her just seconds before he grabbed a handful of her hair. With the other hand gripping her hip, he slammed into her while he yanked her backward.

  “Shit!” she yelped. “Too deep.”

  “Too much?” he teased, pulling out to only give her the head.

  “Tinker,” she whined.

  “What?” he asked, still teasing her.

  She tried to move, but he held her tight. “Tinker!”

  He slammed into her again.

  “Fuck!” she yelled.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He slammed into her again. “Just like that?”

  “Yes!”

  Tinker released her hair and grabbed both hips instead. He pulled her back toward him as he rammed into her again, but this time, he didn’t stop. He pounded into her. Faster and harder until Keily could no longer keep it held in. She moaned and screamed out her pleasure as he grunted and groaned behind her.

  Her orgasm was flying toward her – fast and intense. She could feel it building. Overwhelming her. Her entire body tingled. Her pussy quivered.

  And suddenly, everything exploded.

  Keily tossed her head back. “Tinker!” she called his name.

  “Fuck!” he roared as he spilled himself deep inside of her.

  But Tinker wasn’t finished with her, yet.

  Before she could catch her breath, he pulled out again and flipped her onto her back and then sunk back deep inside of her.

  Keily couldn’t take it anymore. She lost herself in the feel of Tinker inside of her and allowed everything else to fall away – including the walls that she’d built around her heart a long time ago. Lying there, underneath him as he made her feel things she had never felt before – Keily gave herself over to him.

  Hook. Line. Sinker.

  And while it should have scared the hell out of her, it didn’t. Because deep down she knew, if there was one person on the planet who would protect her, even from himself – it was Tinker.

  So, she just allowed herself to feel… All. Night. Long.

  And holy fucking shit, it felt amazing!

  The next morning, Keily woke tangled in limbs and a sheet. She tried to stretch, but with Tinker lying half across her lower body, it made it difficult.

  “Stop moving,” he said sleepily.

  “I can’t feel my leg,” she giggled.

  “Good.” She felt him chuckle. “That means I did my job correctly.”

  “Or, it means you’re lying on them and cut off blood flow.”

  She felt him shrug. “Either is possible.”

  Keily laughed as she tried to pull her legs free, but all her movement did was cause Tinker to nip at her inner thighs – which brought on an entirely new need... One that Keily didn’t know if either of them were up for.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Tinker

  Tinker cracked an eye open to look at her, but instead, he was distracted by another sight directly in front of him.

  “Well,” he said, staring at her vagina. “Good morning to you, too.”

  “Stop it,” she laughed, trying to close her legs.

  He pushed them apart and smiled up at her. “You tried that last night, too, if I recall correctly. And it didn’t work then either.”

  Tinker sat up and moved between her thighs. Grabbing his dick, he rubbed it against her pussy, loving that she was already wet for him.

  “Tinker…”

  He sank into her and groaned as her tightness surrounded him.

  Lying down over the top of her, he slowly began to move. Unlike last night, this time there was no frantic need. This time, it was just the two of them claiming mutual pleasure from each other’s bodies. This time, Tinker poured his heart into each movement, telling her with his body what he couldn’t say with his words.

  This time, they made love. Slow. Steady. Fulfilling.

  His lips found hers and he kissed her until they were both breathless. His eyes bored into hers, hoping she would understand.

  Her hand came up to his face and caressed his cheek. He kissed her palm.

  Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled him even closer. His forehead resting on hers as they moved as one.

  In…

  Out…

  In…

  Out…

  Deep…

  Shallow…

  Deep…

  Shallow…

  Locked in each other’s embrace, Tinker and Keily slowly built the inferno that flamed between them. They fed it. They nurtured it. They gave it everything they had until it finally exploded and sent them both soaring over the edge and shattering into pieces.

  Tinker rolled off her and pulled her against his side. He had no idea what the future would hold for them, but he knew that as long as he had her – everything else would work out. But first, he had to get her back home where she would be safe.

  And then, he needed to eliminate the threat against her. Even if it meant crossing a line that had always and forever been off-limits…

  He laid there, staring up
at the ceiling, listening to Keily’s slow, steady breathing. He wanted nothing more than to wake her up by sinking his dick deep in her pussy, but he knew that would have to wait. Soon, they would have to start the trek back home.

  And the knock at the door just proved his point even further.

  “Yeah,” he said, after making sure that Keily was covered.

  The door opened and Abel stepped in. His eyes traveled over Keily and a slow smile spread across his face. “Good morning.”

  “I will stab you,” Tinker commented. Abel’s expression annoying him. “What do you want?”

  “We’re heading out in fifteen,” he replied, his eyes still on Keily.

  Tinker leaned over and grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it at him. The garment slapped Abel in the face, drawing his attention away from the naked woman in Tinker’s bed.

  “Is that it?”

  “Yeah,” Abel answered.

  “Then get out.”

  Abel’s eyes flickered back to Keily. His smile grew as he backed out of the room and right before he closed the door, he winked.

  Tinker reached back over the side of the bed, grabbed his boot and sent it flying across the room. it hit the door; which in turn, hit Abel in the head.

  “Ouch!”

  “Stop gawking at my woman, asshole!”

  He heard Abel chuckle. “About damn time you admit it, fucker!”

  Tinker shook his head. “Jackass,” he said under his breath.

  He turned back toward Keily and leaned in to kiss her. “Why are you smiling like a loon?”

  “Your girl, huh?”

  Tinker didn’t know what to say. His stomach flipped nervously. He hadn’t been prepared to be put on the spot. He was afraid to say anything because he always seemed to somehow fuck things up when he talked.

  Keily must have seen the change in him, because suddenly she was sitting up in bed, her hands capturing his face. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I was just teasing you.”

  Tinker knew it wasn’t okay. He needed to say something, but he didn’t know what. So, he stuck with what he’d already said. “Yeah, you’re my girl.”

  And then before she could make a big deal out of it, he pulled away from her and climbed out of bed.

  “Tinker, stop.”

  He turned around to see her climbing out of the bed right behind him. The sight of her standing there naked had him wishing they could climb right back under the sheets.

  “Listen,” she said. “We don’t have to label anything. No expectations. Just two people enjoying each other. Simple.”

  He wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of that or not. To him, it almost sounded as if they were using each other, and that wasn’t what he wanted.

  “You are mine,” Tinker reiterated. “Mine. Period.”

  “Okay.” Keily nodded.

  “Get dressed,” he told her. “We’re heading home.”

  The smile on her face could have lit the darkest areas of hell and as she jumped into his arms and kissed his lips, Tinker started counting down the minutes… Because as soon as they got home – he was getting her back underneath him.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Keily

  The excitement of finally going home seemed to overshadow everything else. She couldn’t wait to get Emily into her arms. When Tinker had told her that they were going home, it was like he’d given her the most precious gift, and in a way – he had. He was giving Keily her daughter back.

  So, as the miles seemed to fly by, she ignored the ache in her tailbone from riding on the back of his bike. She remained calm as they passed through a checkpoint to get out of town and didn’t even ask how it had been done. All she knew, was that Hound had a friend that had a friend… that had a friend. And whatever had been said, had worked. They’d gone through without incident.

  Keily had thought that Hound and the others would turn back once they left the city behind, but they hadn’t. When they had passed over the Colorado/New Mexico state line, along the Can-Am Highway, and hit Raton, New Mexico, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, it wasn’t until they exited the interstate and started down Highway 87, following the signs for the Texas state line, that Keily could almost feel the tension in her muscles begin to dissipate.

  And when they finally crossed the line and the giant signed welcomed them home, she completely relaxed and felt every bit of the previous days' stress just fall away.

  She was home… Kinda.

  They pulled over to a hole-in-the-wall gas station for fill-ups and drinks. Keily threw her leg over the bike, she groaned as her body protested. For someone who had never ridden a bike before, the four-and-a-half-hour drive felt more like forty. Her body hurt in areas she didn’t even know could hurt.

  “Why don’t we stop for the night?” Hound asked, eyeing her. “Keily looks like she could use a break.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

  “You can barely walk.” Kane laughed.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Jerk.”

  He only laughed harder.

  “We can ride into town and rest for a while,” Tinker replied.

  “But I want to get home,” she protested.

  He walked around his bike and grabbed her face gently. “And you will.” He kissed her forehead. “After you rest.”

  “Tinker…” She knew she was whining, but she couldn’t help it. More than anything, she wanted to be with her daughter. Keily would sacrifice herself a hundred times over to make that happen.

  “I understand your urgency,” he told her. “But you won’t be any good to Emily once we get home if you can’t even hold her because you’re in too much pain.”

  Keily sighed. She hated when he was right and knew better than to argue with him. Tinker would always do what he thought was best.

  They finished gassing up their bikes and after everyone was settled back on them, one by one, they pulled back out onto the highway, only to pull off again about twenty minutes later. Tinker stopped in front of another ratty motel and dismounted.

  “Stay right here, baby,” he ordered. “I’ll go get us a room.”

  “We don’t need a room,” she countered, trying again to reason with him. “I can just stretch my legs for a bit and then we can get going.”

  “Keily…”

  She sighed. “Fine.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Be right back.”

  Within ten minutes, Tinker had a room and they were locked inside as he drew her a hot bath and ordered her to strip.

  Keily climbed into the tub and groaned as the hot water relaxed her throbbing muscles. Her back, hips, butt, and even her thighs hurt. “How do y’all ride on those things all the time?” she asked.

  Tinker chuckled. “You get used to it.”

  “I don’t think so.” She grimaced as she tried to stretch. “My body hates me.”

  “Just relax,” he said. “Let the water do its thing.”

  “Mhm.”

  She didn’t know what the water would do because it felt like she would never be able to sit down again. She was destined to stand for the rest of her life.

  Could she just walk the rest of the way? she wondered. Was that an option?

  She was tempted to ask Tinker, but at the last second, she thought better of it. If she showed too much discomfort, he would insist they wait another day or two before continuing home.

  “So how much longer do we have before we get back to the clubhouse?” she asked, her eyes closed.

  “About six hours.”

  She opened one eye and looked at him to see if he was joking. He wasn’t, and she almost groaned out loud.

  Six more hours? God, please save me…

  “We can wait another day or two if we need to?” Tinker suggested.

  “No.” She looked at him so he could see that she was serious. “I don’t want to wait. I want to get back to Emily.” Three days away from her daughter was long e
nough for her.

  “Alright.” Tinker nodded. “I’m going to run out and find something for us to eat. You relax. I’ll be right back.” He walked over to the tub and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

  After he walked out of the bathroom, Keily sighed and sunk farther down into the water. As much as the tub would allow, anyway. She never understood why tubs were so small. Even at five-foot-five, she didn’t fit. Either her boobs or knees were always out of the water.

  Who designed these things? she wondered. Probably a midget.

  She stayed in the bathtub until the water temperature started to drop, then she pulled the rubber plug and climbed out. Grabbing a towel for her hair, she wrapped it around her head and flipped it backward before grabbing a second one to wrap around herself. Exiting the bathroom, she saw that Tinker had left a bag on the bed.

  Walking over to it, Keily looked inside and smiled. She pulled out a new t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. At some point, Tinker had gone shopping for her. The idea that he’d thought of her comfort, made her like him just a bit more. Dropping the towel, she quickly slipped into her clean clothes and climbed on the bed to wait for Tinker. Keily grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels on the TV. There wasn’t much on, except for soap operas and afternoon game shows. Picking something random, she tossed the remote on the side table and leaned back against the pillows.

  “At least they’re fluffy,” she said out loud.

  Keily closed her eyes and let the sound of the TV drown out everything else. She tried to slow her breathing to allow her body to relax. In through her nose, and out through her mouth.

  The sound of brakes squealing and people shouting caused her to pop open one eye. How was she supposed to relax if people were yelling outside of her room? She walked over to the window and pulled the curtain back to see what in the hell was going on and her stomach to dropped to her feet.

  Several black SUVs were piled in the parking lot. Members of the club were on their knees, with their hands behind their heads as men with FBI jackets held them at gunpoint.