Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  Samantha’s breath became uneven and hitched as I slipped my finger deep inside her. Focused and unrelenting, I teased her g-spot with a slow and steady rhythm. Her hips inched forward as she tensed around me and goosebumps prickled across her skin. Loving how her beautiful body responded to my touch, I continued grazing and teasing her clit with my tongue, tormenting her as she writhed beneath me. Overcome by her impending release, Samantha’s hips lifted up from the table, begging me to give her more. I instantly drove another finger deep inside her while I played with her clit using the pad of my thumb until she got exactly what she needed.

  Her head thrashed back as she gasped, “Yes!”

  “That’s it, baby.”

  I slid my tongue over her as I continued moving my fingers inside her, tormenting that spot that was driving her to the edge. Adding more pressure, I demanded, “Come for me.”

  That’s all it took. While muttering my name incoherently, she submitted to her release and clamped down around my fingers. Damn. Nothing turned me on more than watching her come undone. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her. She was still in the throes of her release when I got undressed and rolled on a condom. Her eyes locked on mine as I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table. Fuck. She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out on that table, bare and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes. I couldn’t imagine wanting her more.

  I brushed my throbbing cock against her slick center and nearly lost it. Inhaling a full breath, I tried to calm the storm raging inside me, but my woman was eager for more. She wrapped her legs around me and forced me deep inside. I froze. She felt too fucking good. As I slowly withdrew, I looked down at her and asked, “You like having my cock inside you?”

  Samantha managed a slight nod and muttered, “God, yes.”

  A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back and she shouted, “Oh my God!”

  As much as I loved having her this way, I wanted more. I needed to feel her, touch every inch of her gorgeous body, so I lowered her legs to my waist and carefully lifted her from the table. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I carried her over to the sofa and lowered us down onto the cushions, letting Samantha’s knees saddle me. I dropped my hands to her waist and started guiding her over my cock in an unforgiving rhythm. She placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady herself as she shouted, “Gus!”

  There was something about hearing her call out my name that sent an intense heat coursing through my body. I burned for her, every fucking inch of me was consumed by my need for this woman, and I knew I’d never feel this way for anyone else. Samantha would be mine—all mine—heart and soul. Shifting her hips upward, she continued to gyrate against me, grinding her warm, wet pussy over my cock. When I rocked against her, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me. Her head fell back as she cried out, “Oh my God, Gus! I’m coming!”

  I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.

  “Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I came deep inside of her. We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.

  “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

  “Oh, really?” Looking slightly dazed and completely sated, a sexy smile spread across her gorgeous face. “You complaining?”

  “Umm … Hell, no.” I glanced down at my cock still buried deep inside her. “I can’t think of a better way to go.”

  “Neither can I.” She placed the palms of her hands on my face as she said, “I love you.”

  “Good thing you do, cause you’re stuck with me.”

  “I’m good with that.” She pressed her lips to mine, then added, “I kind of like having you around.”

  “Kinda?” Before I could continue, my cell started to ring. Knowing the boys wouldn’t call unless there was a problem, I lifted her off of me and said, “Sorry, baby. I gotta get that.”

  Once I’d lowered her to the sofa, I got up and grabbed my phone out of my jeans. “Yeah?” I answered while I pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash.

  “The Ravens made their move,” T-Bone announced. “Gonna need you to get back to the clubhouse.”

  The Ravens were a small local gang who’d been making their presence known over the past couple of weeks. At first it was just idle threats and graffiti, but they were steadily stepping up their game. It was to be expected. The more it got out that a new MC was in town—especially one with the kind of reputation Satan’s Fury carried—there would be those who’d try to take us down. It was up to me to make sure that shit didn’t happen. The Ravens had no idea who they were fucking with. Even though we were still building our numbers, they were no match for us. “I’ll be there in ten.”

  As much as I didn’t want to leave Samantha, there wasn’t a choice, so I threw on my clothes, kissed her goodbye, and headed out to my bike. When I got to the clubhouse, T-Bone was waiting for me at the front door. “What happened?”

  “Widow was coming through town with a couple of the prospects when two black Audis came racing up beside them and started shooting. They shot Widow and Sprocket …” His voice trailed off for a moment. “They didn’t make it, Gus.”

  “Fuck!” I spat. “You sure it was the Ravens?”

  “Yeah,” he growled. “The motherfuckers were sporting their colors.”

  “We end this shit, now.”

  “I’m with you, brother. Got any idea on how we’re gonna make that happen?”

  “It’s time to see if the Lost Knights really have what it takes to wear the Fury name.” As I reached into my pocket for my phone, I continued, “If they’re half the club they claim to be, then we’ll have all the manpower we need to take those motherfuckers down.”

  Rage surged through me as I dialed Brewer’s number, the Lost Knight’s president. I’d barely gotten out all the details of what had happened when he said, “We’re on our way.”

  Fifteen minutes later, the Lost Knights came rolling into our parking lot, ready and eager to prove themselves. I headed over to Brewer and clapped the back of his shoulder. “Appreciate you boys coming to give us a hand.”

  “Don’t mention it.” He shook his head, as he said, “The Ravens fucked up tonight.

  “That, they did.” I couldn’t hold back my anger. “They came looking for trouble and they fucking found it. We’re going to burn those motherfuckers to the ground.”

  “We’re here for you, brother. Just tell me what you need us to do.”

  Knowing we’d already lost two brothers, I warned, “We need to be smart about this. Gotta get in and get out.”

  “Understood.”

  After laying out a plan, we loaded our ammunition in the back of my SUV and headed over towards the Raven’s warehouse. Under the circumstances, we had to act fast and catch them off-guard, so we didn’t have the luxury of setting up surveillance and monitoring them for weeks on end. Once we got close to their warehouse, we drove up into an abandoned lot and got out, quickly surrounding their compound. Armed and ready, we searched for the best entry point. When we found a backdoor open, Brewer and two of his men, Grinder and Rivet, followed Moose and me inside while T-Bone and Bane monitored the front. As I’d hoped, the Ravens were a bunch of fucking dumbasses with no fucking security and had no idea that we’d just entered the room. Six guys were sitting around a table playing cards, three were on a sofa just shooting the shit, and others were huddled around a couple of cars they’d been working on. As so
on as they saw us, they started scampering for their weapons, but it was too late. Gunfire rang out throughout the warehouse, and one by one, their lifeless bodies fell to the floor. Once we’d taken them all out, we burned their warehouse to the ground, and there was nothing left of the Ravens.

  While the war over the territory was far from over, we’d won our battle over the Ravens. I was grateful that the Lost Knights had come through for us, and I had no doubt that Saul and the others would agree that they’d proven themselves worthy of being patched over. The city of Memphis would soon learn that Satan’s Fury MC was here to stay, and if I had anything to say about it, the territory would be ours to rein supreme above all others.

  4

  Samantha

  “Lauren and I are gonna head down to Morgan’s after work to grab a few drinks,” Haley announced as she stepped into my office. “You should come along. Help us shake off the horrendous week.”

  “I wish I could, but …”

  “Let me guess.” She smiled. “You’ve got plans with Mr. Wonderful tonight.”

  “That, I do.” Over the past few months we’d been spending a lot of time together, especially on the weekends, but since the night he’d rushed out of my apartment, I’d only seen him once and that was only for a couple of hours. Something was going on with the club—something he couldn’t tell me about. Over the past few weeks, I’d gotten a chance to meet the brothers, along with Louise and Rayne, and I enjoyed the time I’d spent with them. They were good people, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that I was concerned about their wellbeing. Whenever I asked him about it, he’d tell me that he was doing everything in his power to resolve it before things got out of hand. I wanted desperately to know more, but he’d made it clear that there were aspects of the club that I simply wasn’t privy to. I tried not to let it hurt my feelings, but it hadn’t been easy. I wanted to help, or at the very least be there for him, but he simply wouldn’t allow it. I did my best to hide my concern as I feigned a smile and said, “The guys are having a birthday party for Rayne tonight, and Gus asked me to come.”

  “So, things are going good with you two?”

  “Yeah. Things are better than good.” I could feel myself smiling as I added, “We’re still figuring things out and all that.”

  “I totally understand.” Then, Haley’s tone changed. “Have you thought about what you’ll do if you get transferred to the Nashville office?”

  “Yes and no. I was waiting to see if I actually got the position before I started worrying about how it would affect things with us.”

  “So, you haven’t even mentioned it to him?”

  “No, not really.”

  “Sam, if things are going as well as you say they are, then you need to talk to him. It’s only fair.”

  “You’re right.” A nervous feeling washed over me. “I will tonight.”

  “Good.” As Haley turned to leave, she gave me a half-smile and said, “If you get done with the party early, give me a call. Maybe you can meet up with us after.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll definitely do that.”

  “Great.” With a quick wave, she walked out of my office. “Catch ya later, alligator.”

  Once she was gone, I turned my attention back to my weekly reports so I could leave on time. Gus was expecting me at the clubhouse at six, and I still needed to run by the apartment to change and grab Rayne’s birthday gift. As soon as I finished my report, I emailed it to my advisor, then shut down my computer and gathered my things. When I got out to my car, I was relieved to see that I was actually ahead of schedule. If I played it right, I could be there well before the party started, and I might even get a few minutes alone with Gus.

  Unfortunately, everything usually took me longer than I planned, so by the time I arrived at the clubhouse, everyone was already gathered in the family room. Balloons were strung in every corner, presents were piled high on the front table, and Rayne couldn’t have looked more excited as she sat perched on Louise’s hip. As I walked over to place my gift with the others, I smiled at Rayne and said, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

  “I’m t’ree,” she boasted as she tried to hold up three fingers. “I’m dis many.”

  “I know you are! You’re such a big girl now.”

  “She likes to think so,” Louise scoffed.

  Rayne leaned forward and tried to grab one of the presents. “Mine.”

  “Not yet, Rayne.”

  “Mine, Momma.”

  “I know they’re yours, baby, but it’s not time to open presents yet.” Louise looked over to me and sighed. “I blame her father for this. He spoils her like crazy.”

  I really liked Louise. She was beautiful, with shoulder length hair and a killer figure, but she never used her looks to get what she wanted. Louise was too smart, too strong-willed for that. When she set her mind to something, she made it happen, and everyone who knew her respected her for it. I smiled as I told her, “Daddy’s have a way of spoiling their little girls. I know my father always did me.”

  “Mine spoiled me, too, but Moose is going to make her absolutely rotten.” She motioned her hand towards the table of gifts. “Most of these are from him, and all she’ll care about are the boxes and the balloons.”

  When Rayne reached for one of the balloons and fisted it in her little hand, I chuckled. “You might be right about that.”

  We were both laughing when Gus came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, easing me back against his chest as he whispered, “Hey there, beautiful.”

  The sound of his voice sent a delicious chill down my spine, causing my knees to tremble as I leaned against him. “Hey, I’m sorry I was late.”

  “You’re right on time.” He lowered his mouth to my neck, softly kissing me before turning me around to face him. “Glad you could make it.”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.” I took a quick glance around the room, and I was surprised by how many brothers were gathered in the family room. When Gus first brought me to the clubhouse, there were only six brothers and two prospects. But now they were making plans to patch over the members of the Lost Knights, and they’d also enlisted four new prospects; one of whom wasn’t in the family room and neither was Widow. “Looks like you have a couple who are even later than I was. Are Widow and Reeves working at the diner?”

  “No. They aren’t working at the diner.” There was no hiding the anguish in his eyes as he continued, “They ran into a little trouble. I’ll tell you about it later.”

  “Oh, okay.” That left me a bit curious and concerned, but I knew better than to push. I noticed several men in the back corner wearing Satan’s Fury cuts, but I’d never seen them before. I looked over in their direction. “Who are the new guys?”

  “Oh, that’s Saul. He’s the president of the Washington chapter, and the other two are a couple of brothers he brought along with him.”

  “They’re from your old club?”

  “Yeah. Same club. Different state.” I could tell he was holding something back when he added, “They came down to help me get a few things sorted, but they’ll be heading back in the morning.”

  After hearing that there had been some trouble with Widow and Reeves, I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why they’d come to Memphis. I knew I was pushing it, but I had to ask, “Is everything okay?”

  “It is now.” He reached for my hand. “Let’s go grab a beer, and then I’ll take you over and introduce you.”

  “Okay.”

  I was a little nervous about meeting people who’d had such an important impact in his life, but I quickly learned I had nothing to worry about. They were just as kind and loyal as Gus’s other brothers, and they treated me like they’d known me for years. It was easy to see why Gus loved being with them like he did. Even though they weren’t blood relatives, they truly were like his family, and I found myself wondering if they could be mine as well.

  Dinner was almost ready, so we all moved into the family room to watch Rayne open
her presents. By the time she was done, it looked like a toy store had exploded. I couldn’t help but laugh when I glanced over at Rayne and watched her play. She was building a tower with all the empty boxes, and I leaned over to Louise and whispered, “You were right about the boxes.”

  Nodding, she replied, “At least, now I know what to get her for Christmas!”

  “That, you do!”

  By the time dinner was ready Rayne was starting to tucker out, so Louise had one of the girls carry her back to Gus’s room and put her down for bed. Once we’d brought all the food out from the kitchen, we gathered around the table and made our plates. We all started eating, and it wasn’t long before the guys began goofing around, poking fun at one another. When the topic of conversation turned to old flames, Bane looked at T-Bone and asked, “What about that chick who wanted to marry your sorry ass? She was hot as fuck. I can’t believe you passed that up.”

  “She might’ve been hot, but that chick was three shades of fucked up.” T-Bone looked horrified as he continued, “She had a list of rules for me on the refrigerator … and she smelled my clothes, especially my underwear.” He cocked his eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah … my fucking underwear, and she followed me around like some kind of goddamn stalker … calling at all times of the damn night, over and over. But worst of all, she refused to give head. Said it wasn’t hygienic.”

  When the laughter finally died down, Half-pint looked over to him and said, “My ex used to take pictures of me when I was sleeping. Used to creep me the fuck out.”

  “One of my exes used to spray her perfume in my bed. Guess she thought other chicks might smell it and hit the ground running, but it just ended up making me smell like a fucking pussy,” Bane complained.

  “Oh, hell. That’s nothing. I was with this one girl who had a thing for feet, and … Damn.” Cyrus’s face turned an odd shade of green as he told us, “Some of the shit she wanted to do. It just wasn’t right.”