Gorgon's Vengeance (Demons on Wheels MC Book 2)

by Ravenna Tate

  “Stay like that for a second, baby. I’m going to clean you up and get you some water to drink.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “I have to take care of my old lady.” After he cleaned her with a washcloth, she stood while he made sure she drank an entire bottle of water. “I need a nap. Stay with me while I rest.”

  She should rehearse for tonight, but lying in Gorgon’s arms won out over that. Chloe snuggled up next to him in bed and closed her eyes, while his breathing indicated he’d fallen asleep. No one in her past could hurt her. Gorgon wouldn’t let it happen. She would hold onto that certainty, and everything would be all right.

  Chapter Seven

  “She looks a bit stiff up there tonight.” Gorgon cut his gaze away from Legs up on stage to give Mastema the side eye. He didn’t need anyone telling him that, but if the other members noticed, so would the crowd.

  “She’s all right.” But she wasn’t all right. No one, including Legs, had spotted Brad again now for three nights. And Tannin had put extra men on the doors last night and tonight, because Friday and Saturday were their busiest days. Even so, Legs was nervous about dancing, and she hadn’t been since her first night on stage.

  “Maybe she needs a break until we find this guy?”

  “Maybe.” He thought so, too, but when he’d suggested it Wednesday, she had given him a stricken look, as if saying it proved he believed she could no longer do her job. He’d dropped the subject after assuring her that wasn’t the case, but the change in her was evident. Subtle, but it was there.

  Tarot strolled past the men, carrying a tray of drinks, and gave them both come-on glances. Gorgon glared at her until she broke eye contact. Tannin had told her after church Wednesday that she had to leave, and she’d been stalling all week. She claimed her family wouldn’t take her back, so she was trying to find a place to go.

  Gorgon’s idea was to give her some money and kick her ass to the curb, but when he’d circulated the idea around, he got push-back. She was a club favorite because she was easy, but some of the same men who had voted on Wednesday to let her go were now suggesting Gorgon give her more time.

  He didn’t trust her, and his instincts about people were usually right. They had plenty of sweetbutts to go around. The availability of willing sexual partners shouldn’t be the only determining factor in whether or not they let someone stay here. He could pull rank and kick her out tonight, but until things had settled down with the mess between Donny and Vito, he wanted to avoid dissension in the ranks. It was important they present a unified front right now.

  Mastema was still watching Tarot. Gorgon punched him in the arm to get his attention. “Hey, go have a look around the private area and back rooms, okay?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Mastema didn’t look happy about being ordered away. Gorgon couldn’t fault his Secretary for wanting free, easy pussy. Before Legs had come here, Gorgon had been all over the sweetbutts as much as anyone.

  Legs finished her set and came off stage. She put her arms around him, and he didn’t like the fact she was trembling. “You okay, baby?”

  “I’m not sure. He hasn’t come back, Gorgon. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

  Gorgon understood what she meant. He didn’t believe for a second the guy had simply shown up one night and then left town again. “Do you think it’s affecting your performance because you’re watching for him?”

  “Yes, I do. But I don’t know how to stop.”

  Gorgon waited until one of the prospects handed Legs the envelope with her tips. “I know you said you didn’t want to, but maybe taking a break for a while is the right move for more than that reason? You’ve been dancing two sets five nights a week for over three months. That’s a lot for anyone, even someone as talented as you.”

  She wasn’t fooled, but the grin she gave him wasn’t sarcastic or angry. It was definitely indulgent, but he loved her for seeing right through him. If only she’d realize her own intelligence.

  “You know, you’re right.” She brushed her hands over his ass, and his dick jumped to attention. “I should give some of the newer dancers a chance. It’s only fair.”

  “They’d love that.” He kissed her, wishing they had time to fuck. “I’ll let Mastema know to replace you in the schedule with the others, on a rotational basis, so no one hogs all the glory.”

  She frowned. “Are you sure you don’t mind me backing off for a while?”

  “Baby, I only want you happy.” He put his arms around her. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go into town tomorrow and get you that tattoo?”

  Her face brightened so much it sent actual pain through his chest. He would die for this woman. “Seriously? I’d love to, but do you think it’s safe for me to be out in public?”

  “We’ll take Rai and Tannin with us. She hasn’t had a chance to ride except on the trails. There’s strength in numbers. That asshole would never fuck with you under those circumstances.”

  She gave a little squeak and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Gorgon.”

  When she rubbed her tits against him, Gorgon’s cock began to throb. “Sure wish I didn’t have to watch the club so closely tonight.”

  The lust in her beautiful blue eyes took his breath away. “Well, there is the private room…”

  “You’d feel safe in there?”

  “Yes, because it’s so closely guarded. And that way, you’re still right where any of the Brothers can find you if they need to.”

  “Chloe…” Gorgon cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  They locked gazes. Intense emotion crossed her face, and his pulse raced. And then they were interrupted by a loud group of customers walking close to the entrance to the back hallways. Gorgon cursed the gods and took Legs’s hand, leading her to the private area of the club where the Brothers had sex with willing customers or sweetbutts, in full view of anyone who cared to watch.

  Elaborate bamboo and silk screens gave partial privacy, but no one who came back here for a quickie was shy about having an audience. The area was still heavily guarded, though. All the same, he walked around with Legs in tow, making sure no one was back here who shouldn’t be.

  Tarot was on her knees, sucking off one of the prospects. Fucking A. He’d need to take care of getting her out of here himself. Once he was satisfied Brad hadn’t made an unwanted appearance, he took Legs to the back of the room, behind a screen adorned with butterflies.

  “Oh, I love this one. It’s so pretty.”

  “It’s been a while since you were back here.”

  “Yes, it has been.” She kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. Gorgon grasped her hair and rubbed his bulge against her G-string. She’d danced in that and nothing else tonight, which was fucking hot as hell.

  “I should take you up front where everyone can see how fucking sexy you are.”

  Uncertainty filled her face. “We’re fine here.”

  Damn it to hell and back. When he found that fucking bastard, he was going to kill him with his bare hands for what he’d put this woman through.

  Gorgon turned her around and pushed her up against the wall, reaching around to hold her tits. He ground his bulge against her ass. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard!”

  “Yes. Fuck me, Gorgon. Right up against this wall. Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

  He tried to take off her G-string quickly, and ended up shredding it. “I’ll buy you a new one.” Sliding one hand down to her pussy, he caressed her soaking wet labia. “You’re ready, aren’t you?” Gorgon planted tiny bites along the back of her neck. When she moaned loudly, he almost came in his jeans.

  “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

  With his other hand, he returned to massaging her left tit, squeezing it tightly. “Bend over.”

  She arched her hips and bent over at the waist, bracing her hands on a ledge built into the wall. They’d thought of everything when they’d designed this
room. He released her tit just long enough to free his dick from his jeans before plunging it into her wetness from behind.

  “Oh, God!” She replanted her feet and arched her hips so far back he was ready to lose his goddamn mind. Gorgon held onto her left breast and her pussy as he fucked her hard and rough. His balls smacked her pussy with each thrust, and the sound was wet. Her juices would be on the floor before they were through.

  The contrast between her firm, full tit and her slippery pussy lips sent his arousal to crazy heights. He rubbed her clit slowly, teasing that climax, coaxing it from her. Her loud cries of pleasure made him insane with need.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Chloe.” Gorgon bent over and licked her back. “I will never get enough of you.”

  “Then don’t, Gorgon. Never get enough of me.”

  “Oh, baby…”

  There was no way to hold back any longer. It was too fucking incredible. He yelled loudly and burst into her, filling her with his cum. Once he was done, he pulled out, but no way did he want this to end yet. If they were upstairs he’d have her in every hole, but down here, her pussy and mouth would have to do. He wasn’t going to fuck her in the ass with no lube or condom handy.

  Maybe they should stock them in here? It was understood that members were responsible for their own toys or other needs, but perhaps they should rethink that policy?

  Glancing around, he spotted a free chair. He dragged it over and pointed. “Sit down, facing me.”

  She giggled, and his dick began to grow again. Jesus Christ. She made him feel like he was eighteen and fucking his first pussy ever. Gorgon kissed her, shoving his tongue inside until she wrapped her arms around him and moaned loudly into his open mouth. He wanted her wet again.

  “You’re so damn sexy.”

  “So are you.” She pushed her tits together. “You want to fuck these, Gorgon?”

  “Oh my God.” He knelt in front of her and licked them, laving every spot until they were coated with his saliva. Legs’s beautiful face was a mask of ecstasy. Her mouth hung slightly open, and he wanted to fuck it in the worst way, but first he had to do these perfect titties.

  He stood and pushed his swollen cock between them, groaning loudly as she leaned back and squeezed her breasts together, almost to the point of pain on his dick. How in the world she could do that without hurting herself was beyond him. Gorgon thrust in between those perfect mounds of flesh, and when Legs stuck out her tongue so she could lick the tip of his shaft with each pass, he nearly lost it all over again.

  “Oh, God, Chloe.” He knelt in front of her once more and sucked on her nipples, burying his face in her tits. She reached between his legs and stroked the length of his cock with fluttery touches, which only increased his need for her. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, but I want you to come again first.”

  She released his cock and spread her legs, dipping one hand to her soaking wet pussy. The sexiest grin he’d ever seen on a woman’s face sent a rush of dizziness coursing through him. “I’ll take care of myself so you can fuck me in the mouth. Fuck me good and hard. Come on my face and my tits.”

  When he heard noises close by, he glanced over his shoulder. They had a small audience now. She leaned back even further and moaned softly as she rubbed her clit. Sweat broke out along his hairline. This was the hottest thing they’d ever done in public. Obviously, she wanted to be watched, and it only made him more determined to give her this fantasy.

  “Make it a good orgasm,” he said quietly.

  “Oh … oh I will,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Gorgon,” she said loudly. “Shove your dick down my throat.”

  “If you say so.” He grabbed her hair and shoved his dick all the way inside her mouth, thrusting deep and rough. She was so damn wet her pussy made noises as she stroked herself, and judging from the sounds behind him, the others were enjoying it, too.

  Her body language told him when she’d brought herself to climax, and he held back his own so she had time for a good, long orgasm first. He’d never left this woman unsatisfied, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it with his Brothers watching.

  Using the excuse of wanting to rub the tip of his cock on her nipples, he pulled out and raised his brows. She nodded, her face relaxed and flushed. Yeah, she’d come all right. “You ready to swallow my cum?” he asked, loudly.

  “Yes. Give it to me. Please.”

  Gorgon pushed his dick back into her mouth and let go, milking most of his jizz into her mouth, before he withdrew to splash the rest on her tits. When he finally finished, Legs wiped his cum off her tits and sucked her fingers clean of it, to loud cheers and whistles from the crowd behind them.

  Always the entertainer, but she was his entertainer. They could watch, but they would never touch. When he was able to breathe normally again, he stuffed his dick back into his pants and picked her up in his arms.

  As his Brothers cheered again, Gorgon carried the love of his life up the stairs and into his room. He would never stop loving this perfect woman. Never.

  Chapter Eight

  Chloe stared at the envelope Meghan handed her. “It was in the mailbox,” said Meghan. “With the other mail, but no stamp.”

  “Thanks.” Chloe waited until Meghan left to open it, but the meticulous block printing of her name on the outside already told her who had written it. She stopped before taking out the folded piece of paper. Gorgon was still upstairs sleeping. Should she wake him so he could read this for her, or let him rest and deal with it on her own?

  No. He’d want to know. No stamp meant someone had stopped in front of the property, on State Route 113, and casually put this in the mailbox. Chloe ran up the stairs and went into the room she shared with him, breathing a sigh of relief that he was awake.

  “Hey, baby. I overslept.”

  Chloe held out the envelope. “Meghan found this in with the mail.”

  “What is it?”

  “I didn’t want to read it without you. The printing is Brad’s.”

  “What? What the fuck?” Gorgon snatched the envelope out of her hand. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.”

  Gorgon read it, then let out a string of curse words that would make the devil himself blush.

  “What does it say?”

  He gave her a thoughtful glance before finally handing it over. “Don’t you worry, Chloe. We’ll take care of this fucker for good. I give you my word on that.”

  Chloe, you sure looked sexy up there the other night dancing. But did you really think you could hide from me in a strip club? I’ll be seeing you soon. Can’t wait to pick up right where we left off. You are mine and always will be. I’ve come back for you, and this time you won’t get away.

  She dropped it on the floor and backed away. Gorgon was off the bed in a second, folding her into his strong arms. “They’re just words, baby. He can’t touch you. We won’t let that happen.”

  “What should we do?” Her body wouldn’t stop trembling. “Should we call the police?”

  “They won’t do anything. We’ll let Donny know.”

  “Can we move the mailbox off the side of the road so he has to come on the property to reach it?”

  “He’s a spineless asshole, and we can’t move the mailbox, sweetheart. Government property and all that bullshit. Listen, he’s just fucking with you, Chloe. Don’t let him get inside your head.” Gorgon kissed her tenderly. “You’re safe here.” He cupped her face. “Do you hear me, baby? He will never come inside this club again. And if he comes onto the property at all, someone will know about it.”

  She nodded. “Yes. Okay. You’re right.” But he’d already been inside the club once. Would they really be able to stop him if he tried to get in here again?

  ****

  Chloe strapped on her dome and straddled the passenger seat on the back of Gorgon’s Harley, hoping they weren’t pushing their luck by going into town. It had been five days since Brad had stood inside the club, smirking at her while she took her bows
after her first set, and two days since the note arrived.

  Five days, and no one had actually seen him but her. Five days, and still no word from Donny or his men about why Brad was back in Ohio, or even if he was. Five days, and she had given up work because of her paranoia about glancing out over the crowd and seeing his face again. Five days, and she couldn’t help wondering if she had hallucinated him.

  You didn’t hallucinate the note.

  “You ready, Legs?”

  She gave Gorgon a thumbs-up. He had enough to worry about, and he was out today because he was trying to make her happy. She didn’t want to spoil this day for either of them.

  Next to them, Rai was still adjusting her dome and glancing around, as if unsure whether this was a good idea. But her trepidation was for different reasons. This was the first time she’d be out riding on open roads. And even though she was a passenger, she and Tannin had ridden with her and Gorgon on the trails behind the club only one time. But that had been slow and sheltered. This would be in traffic, with people around.

  Chloe tapped Gorgon’s right shoulder, and he turned his head. “What is it?”

  “Rai is worried. Look at her face.”

  Gorgon nodded and turned off the ignition. He dismounted, waiting until Legs had the bike steady before walking toward Tannin’s bike. Tannin hadn’t yet turned on his ignition. “You okay?” Gorgon asked.

  “Yeah,” said Tannin. “She’s just a bit nervous.”

  “You’re gonna be fine, Rai. We’re not going very far. Legs and I will ride behind you two, okay?”

  “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

  “You’ve got your hand signals for Tannin down pat?”

  “Yeah. I guess so.”

  “We’re both experienced riders, and so is Legs. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

  “Okay.”

  “You ready now?”

  Rai nodded, then cut her gaze toward Chloe. Chloe gave her a huge smile and two thumbs up. “You’re going to love this, Rai.” Now, if only she could convince herself everything would be fine.