Burner's Absolution (Devil's Riot MC Book 8)

by E. C. Land

  Epilogue

  Ally

  Five months later

  “Firefly, hurry up, or we’re gonna be late,” Burner yells from the bottom of the stairs. After everything that happened with Casimir, the two of us stayed at the clubhouse until our house was built on a piece of land on the other side of Rage and Cleo. The only thing that separates the properties is a small tree line.

  “I’m not going,” I snap back as I try yet again to rig my jeans up. I may be pregnant, but I refuse to have to go buy maternity close when, with a little engineering, I can make what I have work. Just the thought of spandex makes me feel fat.

  Staring in the mirror, I’m so focused on getting the hairband to latch on to the metal button, I didn’t even notice Burner coming into the room or the fact he was behind me until his arms are around me.

  “Maybe it’s time to start looking into maternity clothes,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear as our eyes meet in the mirror.

  “I don’t want to have to go buy a whole new wardrobe,” I huff, giving up on the hairband. “I give up, I'm not going.”

  “Why don’t you just wear a pair of those sexy as fuck leggings you have,” Burner suggests.

  “Because we’re going to a cookout at the clubhouse where there’ll be more than just your brothers there. That doesn’t call for lazy clothes, but jeans and a tee-shirt,” I mutter as I lean into him.

  “Seriously, baby, no one is gonna give a flyin’ fuck if you’re in jeans or not. So, wear the damn leggings,” he says while sliding my jeans and underwear down my legs. A shiver runs up my spine as Burner’s fingers run along my skin, and I instantly grow wet.

  Damn it, I want him again. More like I need him to fuck me again or I’ll go insane. These hormones are driving me to be a sex raging lunatic.

  “You are beautiful when you want me, Firefly. Put your hands against the mirror,” he growls as he drops to his knees. Lifting one leg at a time, he removes both my jeans and underwear completely from my body before spreading enough to get to where I want him the most.

  Swiping his tongue through my slit, I don’t even try to hide the fact that just the smallest touch of his tongue feels so damn good. When he sinks a finger inside, a small cry escapes my lips as an orgasm begins to build inside me.

  “Hmm, I love how responsive you are when pregnant,” he murmurs before latching onto my clit. As he nips the little bud between his teeth, I throw my head back and come, screaming his name.

  Chuckling, Burner moves away from me, leaving me wanting more. “Come on, baby. Get dressed and if you’re good, I’ll give you my dick later.”

  “You could just give it to me now and we could skip the cookout altogether,” I say, doing my best to sound seductive.

  “Nice try, woman. I’m already gonna suffer blue balls for you, I don’t need them busted by my brothers for missing today. Now, get dressed and let’s go,” he grumbles, swatting at my ass.

  “Fine, but just remember we could have stayed home where you wouldn’t have to suffer blue balls,” I say as I walk over to my dresser and grab a pair of yoga pants, foregoing underwear altogether. If he wants to be mean and withhold sex from me, then I can torture him by wearing nothing under my leggings. Let him envision that.

  “You’re not gonna make it easy on me, are you?” he growls. Turning toward him, I find him staring at me through narrowed slits.

  “Nope. Now, as you said, we’re goin’ to be late, and you know Jackie will be givin' you a piece of her mind about tardiness,” I laugh while heading for the bedroom door.

  “Don’t I fuckin’ know it. Now, carry your ass out the door before the woman comes after me herself. Swear, that Jackie is one crazy woman,” he chuckles as he follows me out of the room.

  Smiling, I walk out of the house and let Burner help me into his truck. I may not be allowed on the bike right now, but I can still ride in Ghost, even if it is too high to get in and out of by myself.

  “You ready to meet this woman who has Stoney all twisted up?” Burner asks.

  “Oh my God, yes. Kenny was telling me how Horse keeps getting an earful from Stoney about this woman and how she continuously gives him a hard time at every turn,” I laugh as I tell him.

  “Well, this should be good then,” he chuckles, putting the truck in gear, and I couldn’t agree more.

  Life within the club will never get dull. Not with all the chaos that comes with being part of this family. But the best part of it all is we’re in this family together as it grows every day.

  Author’s Note

  Dear Readers,

  Thank you for taking a chance on the Devil’s Riot MC series. I sure you’re all as sad as I am that the Devil’s Riot MC is coming to an end. However, it’s not over yet. Not even close. Next up is the Devil’s Riot Originals. We’ll be diving into the national charters world and seeing whether or not those men are as sweet or pains in the ass like their fellow brothers from this series. I hope you all will continue to read on through the rest of the series I have planned. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart for enjoying these books and taking the ride into the world of the DRMC.

  Sincerely,

  E.C.

  Continue for a glimpse into Horse’s Bride. See where the Series begins!

  Chapter 1

  Horse

  It’s fucking early as hell out, but I can’t help that I love the open road, the smell of the fresh air, and the feel of my bike under me as I’m riding. Riding out this morning seeing the sunrise as we make our way out of the national charter’s clubhouse lot has to be one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen. Almost as if it were a sign of the things to come as we head toward the new clubhouse that we’re expanding.

  I feel a calm being out on the open road on my girl, feeling the power she brings me as we make our way on the interstate. Knowing she’s the only girl in my life that won’t ever fail me no matter the situation we find ourselves in. I can always count on her handling whatever comes our way.

  Twister, who is Prez of the Devil's Riot’s new charter, as well as my best friend, rides next to me as we head toward our new location. The brothers had made the decision in our last church session to expand the club with a new charter. Granted, there are already several charters up and down the east coast, as well as some going toward the Midwest. Our farthest charter is out in Colorado. With us moving to this location, it will be the closest charter to any of the docks we deal with. The Russians that we work with are known for dealing in guns, and the docks out here are a lot easier to use than most. Less conspicuous. With us moving to the new clubhouse, we have fifteen guys and four prospects. Today it’s just Twister, Rage, Thorn, and I riding out. The others will be coming tomorrow.

  We want to get a good look around and start making a list of all the shit that needs to be done staking out our new territory. Easier to do when it’s just four guys instead of the whole club around. When you have a shit ton of brothers walking around the same area it’s fucking hard to see everything that needs to get done.

  I need gas and to piss, so I signal the Prez by tapping the side of my leg to get his attention so he’ll pull up to the next gas station we see. He nods as we see a sign for the next station coming up in two miles. Damn, I’ve been on the road so many times on runs, I’ve forgotten how bad it is when you’ve had shit sleep. Lucky for me, cause I really need coffee and aspirin. Twister had wanted to get on the road before dawn this morning so we can be there before lunch. We had a huge ass bash last night, and the club pussy was thrown our way. Swear all the girls wanted to take a turn with us. I took three of them back to my room, and watched as they took turns sucking me off until I painted their faces with my cum. The fun part was while I had one riding my face, and one on my dick the other would be sucking my nuts or licking her friend’s clit. Fuck, I’ve been tired but never exhausted as I was this morning when I got up.

  "Why did we have to leave so fucking early again? Couldn’t you have picked a better time to le
ave than the ass crack of dawn?"

  I grumble to Twister as we park our bikes next to the gas pumps. Rage and Thorn both shake their heads, just as tired as I am. Yeah, I’ll crash when we get to Twister’s sister’s house. Not knowing what shape the new clubhouse is in, it makes sense to crash at his sister’s for now. All our shit is still back in Stonewall Mills. I’m not going to sleep on the damn floor or pay for a room if I don’t have to. Only thing I know about the new clubhouse is that Twister and Stoney, our national Prez, picked it out and had it designed and built for the most part. We’re supposed to do the rest. Something tells me there’s a lot of clean up. Since all our shit won't be here until later this week, when the rest of the guys show up, we needed a place to crash. No reason to pay for rooms at a motel or sleep on the floor of the clubhouse when his sister lives so close.

  Twister turns toward me, smirking with a knowing look. “Quit your bitching and shut the fuck up, Horse. You can sleep when you’re fucking dead." He says, trying to be serious.

  I shake my head. "You know I ain’t a morning person, especially without coffee in my veins."

  "Ain’t that the fucking truth." He starts laughing. "No fucker, I wanted to head out early so I can surprise my sis with lunch before she heads to work. If I can't catch her before work, I'm hoping to catch her before she gets busy."

  Chuckling, I look at him "Why didn’t you just say that shit in the first fucking place? Didn’t know you were that wrapped around your sister’s pinky."

  Shaking his head, he grumbles, "I haven’t seen her since her birthday a year ago. I’ve barely had time to talk to her on the phone with all the shit we have going on with the move and all."

  Yeah, Twister’s a sucker for his sister. Never met the chick, but I have respect for her from everything that he’s said about her. Especially since she’s his only blood relative left. The Bastards Sons took out his dad, and his mom ran out on his sister and him when Twister was seventeen. It left him to take care of his kid sister. His bitch of a mom didn’t even bother to explain why she left them. Just fucking took off, leaving them to fend for themselves. I guess shit moms don’t bother explaining, though. Twister stepped up big time while prospecting for Devils Riot. He always made sure his sister was taken care of, being the only male figure in her life. When any of the guys asked about his sister, Twister would go fucking ballistic, not wanting anyone to fuck with her, his brothers included.

  "So, what’s your sister’s name anyway?" I ask, fishing for info.

  Granted, I've never seen her. He doesn’t bring her to the club. Evidently, she’s been living over four hours away from him for a while now. I wonder why that is. He never brought her around the club before she moved. One day she just up and left without telling her brother.

  Twister hangs up the gas pump, eyeing me skeptically. “Her name’s Kenny."

  I freeze. It’s an unusual name for a chick, and my luck couldn’t be that good or bad.

  Not many girls out there named Kenny, though.

  It couldn’t be the same girl, Kenny was a sweet ass, and I was her first without even realizing it. I can still remember everything about her body.

  Four Years Ago

  Dammit, I hate when I gotta go anywhere close to a store that doesn’t have anything to do with bike parts. Now that’s something I can do but going to the damn grocery store to get shit for the clubhouse? That’s a job for the prospects and club whores. I shouldn’t be the one going into a damn grocery store. Definitely shouldn’t have pissed off the VP last night by trying to hit on his latest piece of ass.

  Shaking my head as I make my way into the store, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot the hottest body I’ve ever seen in my life. Tight jeans covering a perfect ass with flip flops and a tank top containing the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Across her pale shoulders ran a colored tattoo of two dragons intertwined around each other, extending to each other across her shoulder blades. The best part of the dragons would have to be their eyes: one with an aquamarine color, the other with a ruby tint. Between the two dragons, knelt a naked fairy looking upward at the two of them with her arms extended toward their faces. I liked it at first glance, but seeing it in detail, I think it’s sick.

  "That’s one wicked-ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?" I stop behind her, waiting for her to turn around and hoping that her front end matches her back.

  "Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg," she mumbles, keeping her head down as she scuffles through her purse, not looking up at me like I was hoping she’d do.

  "No problem. You got a name?" I shoot her another grin while I wait for her to look up at me.

  “Kenny.” She finally turns around and my heart almost comes out of my chest. Her eyes had to be the most spectacular blue I’ve ever seen. They paired perfectly with the dirty blond hair piled up on her head. She was the most exquisite woman I had ever set my eyes on.

  “So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” I wouldn’t mind getting between those legs of hers instead of having a beer but something about her doesn’t make my mind waiting. She looks like she’d be worth it. I can already picture her name spilling off my lips while I drive deep into her.

  Yep, I could see that happening.

  She smiles at me with plush lips. “Sure, I could use a beer.”

  And I could use that sweet body under me as I come all over those flawless tits. I wonder how I have never seen her before.

  “Alright, sweet girl, let’s get moving then.”

  That had been the beginning of an impeccable week with Kenny and one that has stuck with me since. Problem is, I still dream of her anytime I fall asleep, no matter if I’m sober or not.

  I shake my head, ridding it of the memory that started it all. It can’t be the same chick, it can’t be. I can only hope to God that it’s not. I know my best friend would kill me if he finds out I touched his sister. It’s been unspoken, but we’ve always known that his sister is off-limits. It’s club code.

  "You ready to get back on the road?" Twister asks. At my nod, he yells out to let the rest of the boys know it’s time to get back on the road.

  Pulling out of the station and riding next to my Prez and best friend, I feel my mind running a mile a minute. All I can think about is could this be the same Kenny who has been haunting me for the past four years. The woman who I picture every time I fuck some random bitch. The woman that in a week’s time, stole my heart and never turned back. The woman I haven’t been able to find since I realized she was gone. I swear to fuckin’ God if it is, I’ll be happy as fuck. I’m also going to be in deep shit.