by Marla Monroe
“Why did you stop?” she demanded, glaring up at him.
“Because we both want to be inside of you when you come this time. Settle down, princess,” Walker said with a grin.
Butch rolled, taking her with him until she was sitting on top with his thick hard cock still lodged deep within her body. She smiled and rolled her hips with a wink.
Butch slapped her thigh playfully. “Stop that, you little wench. Come here so Walker can get that pretty little pucker of yours ready for him.”
Delta let Butch pull her down to his chest, cradling her against him as Walker dribbled lube down the crack of her ass. An involuntary shiver from the cold lubricant traveled down her spine. Butch ran his hands back and forth over her pebbled skin until she’d warmed again.
It wasn’t long before the goose bumps were back but not because she had a chill, but because Walker was sliding one finger, slick with the lube in and out of her back hole. Every slow retreat was countered by an even slower advance until she wanted to scream for him to stop playing around. The careful way he prepared her was another reason that deep down Delta knew she could trust them.
When he added more lube and a second finger, Delta moaned in pleasure at the slight pinch that was quickly followed by an aroused tingle in her ass. By the time he’d stretched her to three fingers, she was a ringing wet mess of need. Between Butch filling her cunt and Walker stretching her dark pucker, Delta wasn’t sure it would take more than a good thrust from either man before she’d explode.
“Oh, God! Walker, you’ve got to hurry. I’m dying. I need you inside of me,” she wailed in a strained voice.
“Easy, baby. Here it comes. Relax for me. Just relax,” Walker told her.
The press of the crown of his dick against her back hole wasn’t all that difficult, but once he reached the resistant ring just inside her ass, the pinch became more painful. Walker stopped for a second, rubbing her lower back with one hand, then pressed forward in one quick thrust to slide through, breaching the tight muscular ring. After an initial bite of pain, all she felt was the beginning of fullness she knew would grow and grow as Walker advanced inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Tight and hot as fire, baby girl. Damn, Butch. She’s going to strangle me with her ass.” Walker’s gruff voice proved just how hard he was holding on to the need to pump his dick inside of her.
“Better hurry, man. She’s squeezing me just as hard and with you crowding me, I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer,” Butch said.
Delta couldn’t get a word out if she tried. Her breath was lodged somewhere in her windpipe as she panted in small gulps of air. Walker’s sudden surge forward took her breath once again. He pulled out partway, then thrust forward again. Each time he advanced a little until she felt his balls against her ass.
“Easy, baby girl. You’ve got it. Just relax. Let us do all the work,” Walker said.
She tried to say okay, but all that came out was a squeak since it felt as if both men were lodged in her throat.
Walker pulled back, then pushed deep while Butch pulled back, pushing her back on Walker’s hard length. They took turns filling her body, rocking in and out of her and setting a rhythm that had to be designed to drive her insane. Each time she tried to make them speed up, they held her still between them.
“We’re setting the pace, darling. We don’t want to hurt you,” Butch snarled as she struggled to make him hurry up.
“Please,” she finally managed to squeeze out of her oxygen-starved lungs. “I need more.”
She could see Butch as he stared up over her head at his partner behind her. They must have reached some sort of agreement because the next thing she knew, they’d picked up the pace. The rasp of their hard shafts over her tender nerve endings elicited shocks of pleasure throughout her body. The way Walker’s cock heated the tissues in her ass made her want to howl in delight.
Both men continued to pound into her in a constant rhythm that only broke up when her orgasm caught her by surprise and melted everything inside of her. Not just her nerves and her blood but also her reservations at starting a life with the two men in an MC lifestyle she’d never wanted.
Somewhere in the whirling emotions and pleasures and realizations, Delta felt it when both men lost control and came inside of her. The heat of their seed triggered another wave of ecstasy that snatched the last shred of control she possessed and Delta collapsed against Butch’s chest, barely noticing when Walker did the same on her.
“What the fuck, man? Walker, get your fat ass off of us. You’re going to suffocate Delta.” Butch’s strained voice didn’t really make any sense to her, but Walker groaned and rolled them over so that they were still connected but lying on their sides.
She could feel Walker’s hot breath against the back of her neck. Butch was wiping her hair from his face and the only thing Delta could manage was to close her eyes and pray she’d made the right decision.
Chapter Twelve
“Remember, Delta. Anything gets out of hand or too wild to let me and the bouncers deal with it.” Walker reminded her for the hundredth time to keep clear of anything dangerous as if she wanted to end up smashed or shot.
“I know, Walker. I’ll stay clear of anything potentially dangerous. Just stay out of my way when I’m managing. That part is my job. Got it?” she asked with a smirk.
Walker just shook his head and patted her on the top of her head. That pissed her off to no end, but she had work to do. She’d make him pay for that later. She smiled to herself and walked behind the bar to make sure the bartenders were ready for the night. Normally Tuesday nights were fairly mild in bars, but the numbers proved that this bar stayed relatively busy every day they were open.
Kaila seemed to move seamlessly into the role of head waitress and floor manager without a problem. The other waitresses seemed to respect her, and with the troublemakers out of the picture, Delta expected everything to run smoothly from then on.
As the night progressed, she spent more time in the office making sure to keep up with everything as she went so she could catch a problem before it got out of hand. Walker visited her there a few times, stealing a kiss here and a touch there. Delta had planned to give him a blow job in the office before the night was over with, but a fight broke out between some locals and a couple of truckers over a table and another opportunity just didn’t turn up for her to do it.
When they closed at midnight, Delta checked with the girls to find out if they’d had any particular problems or seen anything odd or out of place during the night.
“Nothing different or new, boss,” one of the waitresses said. “It was a good night. Tips were solid for a Tuesday, and we only had one major fight.”
Kaila laughed. “She’s right. We don’t normally have any real trouble until the weekend. That’s when the real problems start. You’ve got horny men who’ve been working all week along with the odd weekend bikers who aren’t really as tough as they pretend. Sometimes we get a few of the outlaw bikers in, and they like to stir crap up, but with the new bouncers and your man here watching out, we should be able to handle it.”
Delta nodded, pleased to hear the strength and positive attitude from the woman. She had a feeling Kaila might turn out to be good assistant manager material. She genuinely liked the woman, and she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.
“Remember, anyone comes on too strong, catch someone’s eye and nod. If it’s another waitress, she is to get a bouncer, the bartender or me, whoever is closest at the time. Don’t attempt to fight out of it. You might end up really hurt. There’s no way we’ll let anyone hurt you. There’s strength in numbers, and seeing more than one or two of us backing you up is normally all it will take to get them to back off and leave.” Delta would drill that into her girls every night until she felt confident it would be instinct or second nature when something happened.
“We’ve got it,” a cute blonde-headed woman with a pixie haircut said.
/> She reminded Delta of Tinkerbell from Peter Pan. She had small narrow features and a slim build. It didn’t help that her name was Penny. Her sweet voice was normally soft and difficult to hear, but when she needed something, she could bellow like a sailor. She’d laughed until she’d nearly lost her breath the first time Walker had heard her yell at the bartender for taking too long with her drinks.
“And don’t forget that no one goes outside without an escort. That includes when you leave work. It doesn’t matter if it’s mid shift because you get sick or have an emergency. Someone always goes with you. That’s nonnegotiable.” Delta looked each of them in the eye before smiling and dismissing them. “See you tomorrow night, girls.”
The next few weeks proved to be essentially quiet and as normal as a biker bar could be. The profits had immediately shown an increase now that there weren’t any skimmers working the drinks. They might have lost a few customers when the drugs dried up, but she seriously doubted they’d been drinking all that much in the first place.
There’d been no more efforts to test the strange drug again that had them all worried in their bar, but Turk had found a report of something in the state police reports that had sounded a lot like what they’d encountered. A small town about an hour from them had reported two cases of rape where the women hadn’t really known they’d been raped until they’d gotten home and undressed.
Delta could tell that it bothered everyone in the MC that they hadn’t been able to locate the person in charge of putting the drug through the tests. She hadn’t liked it, either. As long as the drug was out there and whoever was manufacturing it still had control of it, there was a huge danger to everyone. It was obvious that it hadn’t been created solely for rapists to be able to get away with violating women and maybe even men.
The Friday night of the third week since Delta had taken over the bar, the place was jam-packed with people so that there was barely even standing room, and she was sure they were violating the fire code for legal number of occupants. Business had been steadily growing once word got out that it was a safer place to party with The Ghost Riders MC in charge. While she welcomed the added business, she didn’t like the added headache of trying to keep watch over the bartenders and waitresses in the teaming sea of bodies moving around the room.
She’d had to hire another bartender and two more waitresses the week before, and while she felt she’d made solid choices, their lack of serious bar experience worried her. Working in small country bars or uptown civilized bars just didn’t provide the kind of street savvy knowledge needed for a place like theirs.
“Hey, Delta! Someone’s here to see you. I put them in the office to wait on you,” Penny told her.
Delta sighed. She’d had people showing up to apply for positions all week despite having already hired who she wanted.
“Did you tell them I’d already hired for all my positions?” she asked the other girl.
“Oh, he’s not here about a job. He said he was here to talk about the code violations we had with too many people in the bar and not enough lights in the parking lot for safety,” she said.
“Ah, hell. I was afraid this was going to happen. I thought the guys had that covered. Find Walker and ask him to meet me, okay?” Delta turned and threaded her way between the bodies that smelled of a sickening mixture of strong aftershave, sweat, alcohol, tobacco, and a hint of vomit.
By the time she reached the door to her office, Delta was exhausted, sticky with sweat herself. She drew in a deep breath and stiffened her spine to deal with the bureaucratic asshole who was more than likely only there for a payout, or he wouldn’t have come that late at night in the first place.
The instant she stepped inside, Delta knew she’d screwed up. Even before she looked up to see him, she’d smelled the only aftershave that Aaron, her ex-boyfriend had worn. He’d anticipated her reaction and managed to grab her, covering her mouth with his hand before she managed to scream.
“Hello, Delta. It’s been a long time, dear. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
* * * *
“Hey, Gill. Have you seen Delta?” Walker asked.
“Not in the last ten or fifteen minutes. I saw her walking away from you toward the bar then I got busy stopping some asshole trying to get two underaged girls inside. Had what looked like legit IDs for them, but I knew one of them, and she wasn’t old enough to be with him, much less in a bar like ours.” Gill scowled.
“Look around for her. Find out who saw her last and where she was,” Walker said.
“I’m on it,” the prospect said and walked toward the bar.
Walker didn’t like that he’d lost sight of her. She wasn’t short and especially not in the heeled boots she was wearing, but with so many people moving back and forth like the damn tide, he couldn’t be sure he wasn’t missing her.
The hell with this. I’m putting a damn wire and a GPS on her from now on. Then we can talk to each other, and I’ll know if she’s in trouble. This worrying is for the fucking birds!
Walker circled the bar twice before Penny finally waved him down. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. People kept telling me they’d just seen you, but when I looked where you’d been, you’d already left.”
“Calm down, Penny. I’m looking for Delta. Have you seen her?” he asked.
“That’s why I was trying to find you. She said to have you meet her at her office,” she told him.
“Okay, good. She must want to fool around some,” Walker said, winking at the little pixie.
“Oh. I don’t think so. The man waiting for her wanted to talk about the fire code or something like that. He said there were too many people in the bar. Delta said she thought you’d already taken care of that issue and wanted you to be there, too,” she said with a puzzled look.
“Fuck! Find the first bouncer you can and send them back there. Then find the next one and send them. That isn’t someone about the fire code, Penny. Do it! Now!” Walker struggled not to scare her to death with the fear that took root deep in his gut.
He didn’t bother to see if she was following his directions. There was no telling how long she’d been alone with the man. He had a sick feeling that it was that Aaron bastard who’d finally found her. He’d evidently hired someone to track her down, so he didn’t have to leave town and alert them that he was on the hunt. Once he’d gotten the information he needed, he’d come himself.
Just as Walker reached the hall where her office was, he saw the back door at the end of the hall that was never supposed to be opened except in an emergency slowly shut. He didn’t second-guess himself on his need to reach that door. Without slowing down, Walker threw himself at the door and almost fell through it when it opened without his needing to push down on the handle. The bastard had rigged the door to stay open.
Walker caught sight of a shadow that morphed and moved among the cars as he raced toward it. He prayed he was following the right one since he couldn’t see anything in the darkness after the blinding light at the back door.
Racing around one car or truck after another, he had to slide to a halt in the gravel at the sight that met him when he rounded a huge beat-up dually. He stopped so quickly he had to touch the ground with one hand to keep his balance.
Mother fucker! I’ll kill him.
The bruise on Delta’s face was already darkening in the pale light from one of the few overhead lights that still worked in the parking lot. Her abductor was trying to force her into a car he’d obviously rented since someone like him wouldn’t have driven anything as common as a Ford sedan.
Walker started to rush them when the man turned and, seeing him baring down on him, pulled up a knife and touched the glinting edge to the side of Delta’s throat right about where her artery lay pulsing beneath the skin. Walker swore he could see it beating next to the knife.
“Come one step closer, and I’ll kill her here,” he said. “She’s caused me a lot of unnecessary trouble by running away like she did. Now I h
ave to appease the others that she’s either under my control or unable to cause any trouble in the future.”
“Let her go. She isn’t going to say anything. She’s got a new life here and has no reason to cause you or whoever problems. Whatever she did or heard is of no concern with us, but if you hurt her any further, you’ll have the entire wrath of The Ghost Riders MC and their allies all over your ass. Feel me?” Walker asked in a calm voice he was surprised he had in him.
“Do you honestly think your puny-ass little gang is of any worry to us? You have no idea who we are or who we control. One word from us, and you’ll be a stain on the ground you stand on. Don’t toy with me, you little worm,” the man said with enough self-importance he fairly stank of it.
Walker couldn’t help it. He laughed. The bastard truly thought they were afraid of the law or were bound by it. Yeah, for the most part, they did try to stay within the limits and not cause any trouble, but regardless of their club’s personal agenda, they were still 1 percenters who didn’t play by the rules.
“You’re insane. Get the hell back, or I’ll slit her throat right in front of you,” the man said, sounding a little less confident and a little more worried now.
“Not going to happen, Aaron.” Walker emphasized his name to let the bastard know that he was well aware of who he was.
“You did talk!” Aaron yelled in Delta’s ear, making her wince. “You bitch! What did you tell them?”
“She didn’t tell us anything other than your name and that you’d threatened her when she broke up with you. Is there something to tell, little man?” Walker asked, having taken advantage of Aaron looking at Delta to take a few precious steps closer to them.
“It doesn’t matter. She’ll be dealt with regardless. She should have behaved in the first place and none of this would be necessary. Now back off. I’m not leaving here without her—dead or alive. I don’t care which,” Aaron said much louder with a tremor to his voice now.
