Slick Running (Satan's Devils #3) (Satan's Devils MC)

by Manda Mellett

  “Fun?” He’s eyes narrow. “Did she tell you exactly what being a club whore entails?”

  I fidget awkwardly. “I’ve never had much luck with men, Slick. The ones I’ve been with, well, let’s just say they didn’t fulfil their promise. What Jill described sounded exciting.” And had backed up what I’d read in my books. Suddenly I sit forward. “She told me being a sweet butt gave her control. She implied they use the men to get what they want.” I stare up over at the distant mountains, noticing a flash of lightening, suggesting a storm’s approaching. “Sex,” I go on to admit. “Mind-blowing sex. And men who appreciate them.”

  Another firm shake of his head and a chuckle. “Sweet butts ain’t got no control, sweetheart. They’re at our beck and call, any time of the day or night. When other chapters are here, they can expect to be passed around the members of the visitin’ clubs.”

  I frown. “But the men are grateful for their services…”

  “Only because we need a hole to use, darlin’. We might have preferences, but it doesn’t much matter which one. I tell you, a man wants to fuck? He’ll just use who’s available.”

  My eyes drop again, he’s being a bit too frank. I summon up a more attractive reason, “She said it was possible to become a man’s favourite, that you could become an old lady.”

  He spits his beer out of his mouth and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand, drawing my attention to his full and very attractive lips. “Almost never happens, darlin’. Sometimes a brother has a liking for a particular girl, but when they start to get ideas he moves on to the next. Ain’t one of us gonna start making somethin’ permanent with a woman all our brothers have known. And yes, I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about in the biblical sense.”

  “Oh.” Put like that, I can understand and see just how much she misled me.

  “And you’re right. Sweet butts like sex. Wouldn’t be here if they didn’t. They enjoy havin’ sex, rough sex even, and like the variety. They’re wired that way. What man would want to take the risk of settlin’ down with a woman who’s likely to get bored then stray and go lookin’ for a different cock?”

  He’s made a good point.

  “Don’t get me wrong, sweet butts are important to the club. They’re like anythin’ else that belongs to us, club property. We take good care of them, and protect them. But that’s as far as it goes. There’s no emotion involved, Ella. And that’s where it doesn’t suit you. You need your heart involved too. Being a sweet butt? You’d get that broken in minutes.”

  Yes, my heart. That organ that pumps blood around my body, but also rules my head. I raise the bottle to my mouth and then think on what he said. Sure, Slick’s stuck around, still calls me his old lady, but apparently that’s only to protect me from the other club members. He’s a good man, but he won’t want me now, knowing what the Rock Demons did. He doesn’t want a woman all their members have had. I lower my beer and start biting my lip as it dawns on me he’s no threat. I’ve been used and abused, as he knows all too well. My eyes start to water as I wish I’d never admitted what happened. Despite what he’s said, and our one attempt at dating, there’s no way he’d want to make this permanent.

  “What’s going around that pretty little head of yours, El?” Slick leans forward to reach into his pocket. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and lights one.

  After watching the glowing tip for a moment, my lips purse, and glancing into his penetrating eyes, I know I have to explain. “You won’t want me now. After the…”

  “After you were fuckin’ raped? What the hell has that got to do with anythin’, woman?” He stands up, and the half-smoked cigarette is thrown over the balcony, then he then turns back, his eyes blazing. “It wasn’t like you chose it. Told you before, it fuckin’ killed me to even think of you havin’ to let even one of those fuckers lay a hand on you. I should have stopped you goin’ into that club that fuckin’ night.” He moves again, this time dropping to his knees in front of me, and rests his palms on my knees. “Ella, I want you as much as I want my next fuckin’ breath. That hasn’t changed since the moment I met you.”

  As I flinch away from his caress he straightens and removes his hands. “It fuckin’ kills me that I can’t touch you in the way that I want to.”

  And in my mixed-up head instead of reassuring me, the fact that he hasn’t lost any desire for me scares me. “It’s the smell!” The words burst out of my mouth. His eyes widen as I continue, “Leather, gas, oil, beer, sex, smoke… You’re a biker, Slick. Everything about you reminds me of them. What if you want to do the things that they did?”

  “I probably do,” he admits, making me cringe back in the chair. “The difference is I’d be so fuckin’ gentle. And I’d do nothin’ you wouldn’t enjoy.”

  “This isn’t going to work, Slick. I can’t take that risk.” I’m already trembling just at the idea.

  I don’t understand why his lips are curling up. “Yes, it is. You’ve just got to learn to trust me. Take the time to see I’m nothin’ like them.”

  And it’s that I’ve got the most problem with. How can I ever have faith in a biker again? There’s something inside them that I don’t want to see ever coming out.

  What he says next astounds me. “Stay with me tonight, Ella. Sleep in my bed.”

  I suck in air loudly. It’s too soon. “No, Slick. And I need to be with Jayden.” I can’t.

  “We’ll keep the doors open, we’ll hear if she stirs. El, I held you last night. Just let me hold you again. Hell, I’ll sleep fully clothed on top of the covers, I just want you in my arms.” He winks. “And I’ll shower first so I don’t smell.”

  A nervous giggle escapes me.

  He sucks in air. “That’s a fuckin’ lovely sound. You know what? Don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before. I’d like to hear it more.”

  My eyes widen. I hadn’t thought of it. I’d been dealing with one thing after another since I’d met him, and definitely since he’d come back into my life. I look up at him, realising that my continuous tension and my to and fro swings of emotion must be wearing for him too. I practice a small smile. As he responds I feel relaxed enough to lean back in the chair and kick my shoes off. He sits down again. For a few moments, we just stare at the darkening skies.

  “Why did you become a biker, Slick? What made you join the Satan’s Devils?” I give another small chuckle. “It’s hard to think of you starting off as a prospect, being shouted at and made to do the unsavoury jobs.”

  “I was in the Army for a while. When I was discharged I was attracted to the brotherhood, and never felt as good as when I was ridin’ my bike. And the shit they gave me wasn’t much worse than what I got durin’ boot camp.”

  It must be more than an hour and a couple of beers while we just sit and talk. I’m interested in Slick’s history, but just as happy to simply hear his voice. At some point we move inside when the mosquitos put in an appearance, but with hardly any break in the conversation. There’s no pressure, no suggestions. Just taking the opportunity to get to know each other, a continuation of what we’d done on our date.

  “What did you want to do with your life, Ella?” he asks as he gets up to snag a fresh beer from the mini-fridge. “Or what would you like to do?”

  Pointing at my half-full bottle to reject the fresh one he’s offering, I answer honestly. “I wanted to go to college, but then I had to move out.”

  “It’s never too late.”

  Picking up my drink, which I’m starting to get a taste for, I dismiss it. “College costs money.”

  He lets that ride and continues to ask, “What would you study?”

  Resting the top of the bottle against my mouth, I think back over the dreams I’d had as a young girl. I open the box and take them back out, mentally blowing away the cobwebs and dust. “I always wanted to be a nurse.”

  “Hmm.” His head tilted to one side, he seems to be interested, but changes the subject to something else once again.

  Eventuall
y it seems natural to agree to sleep in his bed. He’s made no gesture toward me or suggestion to make me think he’ll be other than a man of his word. I check quickly on Jayden, change into sweats and a tee, and then return to his room and slip under his sheets while he takes his promised shower.

  Held protectively in his arms, I fall asleep.

  Chapter 21

  Slick

  Last night had been the first time I’ve had a woman in my room and just talked using words, rather than letting my dick take the starring role in the conversation. If anyone had asked me, I would never have expected to enjoy it as much as I had. Nothing was forced, everything easy. Questions asked and answered while we gradually came to get to know each other. For once in my life, I’m taking time to understand a woman before rushing her into my bed. While my cock isn’t so happy about the delayed gratification, she’s getting inside my head. And I’ll be fucked if I don’t like her being there.

  The first time I’d seen her, my cock wanted inside her, but for the first time ever, a woman has come to mean more to me than just that. She’d inveigled herself into my heart, the emotion first creeping up while I’d been waiting for her outside that fucking club. Had overtaken me when I’d seen how brave she was, slamming into me when I’d seen how they’d hurt her, and I knew she had to be mine. When she’d left me I tried to kill all feeling for her stone dead, rationalised it had been too quick and too soon, the emotion I’d felt fuelled only by lust. Now the affection is growing again, the sentiment running much deeper. I’m respecting the person I’m coming to know the more I hear about the challenges in her life.

  And yesterday? I’d felt like I’d won the fucking lottery when Ella agreed to sleep beside me. Even when she’d got up to check on Jayden, she returned to my side, allowing me to wrap my arms around her again. I’d spent the night with my old lady, and while my cock protests he didn’t get any relief, when I’d woken this morning I couldn’t have been more satisfied. Our sleeping arrangement the first major step to regaining her trust.

  And now, entering the clubhouse, I feel on top of the world, unlike my brothers who seem to be nursing aching heads. A grin splits my face—a patching-in party will do that for you. I make as much noise as possible as I walk across the room and into the kitchen where I bark a loud laugh. The old ladies won’t be down until the prospects have cleaned up, and in the women’s absence they’ve put Jekyll and Hyde onto cooking some sort of breakfast. When the fire alarm goes off I’m not in the least surprised. Fuck knows whether we’ll get something edible today.

  I grimace when I try the coffee. Who the hell can fuck that up? I settle for cereal after eyeing charred remnants of something I can’t even identify, but which I think at one point might have been eggs.

  A slap on my back almost has the bowl flying out of my hands. “Bullet, what the fuck?” Unlike the others, he looks bright and breezy. I remember he was on duty at the hospital last night. “Any news on Heart?”

  He closes his eyes and takes in a breath. It’s not easy sitting by our brother willing him to wake up. “He’s breathin’ on his own, but he’s not reactin’ to anythin’. They’ve stopped the medication inducin’ the coma, and it’s up to him now.”

  “Did the doctors say what his chances are?”

  “They don’t know fuck all. Oh, I pressed them on it, but all they’d say is he could wake today, next week, next fuckin’ year. And when, if, he comes round, he might be brain damaged.”

  I think we were all expecting him to come out of the coma once they’d stopped the treatment. It’s fucking unwelcome news, and my previous good mood starts to disappear.

  More bodies enter the clubhouse. Wraith, Drum, and Viper all look awake, and as I step into church I realise being a member of that happy band of men with old ladies comes with some benefits. It prevents hangovers, or at least of the worst kind. Doesn’t stop us drinking, but like them, I suspect in future I too will be spending less time in the clubhouse.

  Even so, Drum looks weary as he takes his seat at the head of the table. He runs both hands down his face and over his beard. He lifts his head and looks around, nodding at Paladin, who’s looking excited despite being a bit green at the gills. Well, it had been his party. And now it’s his first time in church as a fully patched member.

  Picking up the gavel the prez brings us to order. “Another fuckin’ church. Anyone else gettin’ sick of these?”

  “Sure am.” Blade opens a pack of smokes. As he pulls one out and then puts the pack away, everyone looks at him with their jaws dropping open.

  “What the fuck, Blade?”

  “What?” The enforcer notices he’s become the centre of attention. “Just agreed with Prez is all. Got a light, Dart?” As Dart snarls and slides his Zippo over, Blade at last seems to realise what he’s done. With a sheepish grin, he gets out the packet and passes them around.

  Soon I’m inhaling a deep drag, enjoying my first smoke of the day.

  “Alright. Let’s get started. Mouse, you got somethin’ to say?”

  “Sure have, Prez.” We wait while he opens the laptop. “Ok, I’m going to be coverin’ a lot.”

  “You’ve got the floor, Brother.”

  Mouse dips his chin and looks down. “Tried to look more into Crystal’s mom. Susie Clyde is her name. Susannah. Nothin’ much more than I said before, I’m still tryin’ to find out who her dealer is. I’d like to know more about the fucker who was with her yesterday, but I need a name.”

  “Not the type of woman who’d win a custody battle,” Peg remarks.

  “No, but would we?”

  Viper sits forward. “That’s why me and Sandy couldn’t adopt. Social workers don’t take kindly to our fuckin’ lifestyle.”

  “Worst case, if a judge gets to decide about Amy, she could end up in the fuckin’ system.”

  Though I don’t like to admit it, I think the prez has a point. Fuck, that poor kid. Heart’s got to wake up. I’ve either spoken aloud or it’s what we’re all thinking as I hear all the brothers agreeing with me.

  Drum squints at Mouse. “You reckon we could buy her off?”

  Our computer expert nods. “I’d say we could give it a fuckin’ try.”

  “She doesn’t care for the kid. Can’t see why she wants her.” Joker’s shaking his head.

  “That’s my worry, Brother. And, well, Sam, she’s taken to her. If Heart doesn’t recover, she and I have been talkin’ about adoptin’ her ourselves.” Prez pauses and points at Viper. “Your point’s well made, Viper. Can’t see how we could do it legal in front of a judge. But we’ll work somethin’ out. One thing’s for certain, that fuckin’ bitch is not allowed back on the compound. And keep diggin’ Mouse. Try and find out why she’s so keen to get hold of her grandkid.”

  “Heart might have somethin’ to tell us about her.”

  Drum sighs. “Yeah, Rock, but at the moment he’s not sayin’ a lot.”

  Reaching for the ashtray I stub out my cigarette. “Didn’t much care for the support Archer offered her. If she’s got the cops on her side it might be more of a fuckin’ problem.”

  “Yeah, well we might have fuckin’ trouble with him extendin’ well beyond Amy.” And with that sentence all eyes are drawn back to Mouse again. He taps at his keyboard. “I’ve been lookin’ into him. Archer’s mother’s maiden name is Batchelor.”

  There’s various versions of uttered and gestured “so whats?”.

  “Way back when, a Carmella Herrera married Ian Batchelor.” Mouse looks up and spells it out. “Archer is a second cousin of the Herrera family. Don’t know how close to them he is, but it’s one coincidence that I don’t like.”

  And neither do the rest of us. But it doesn’t make sense. I raise my hand, Prez lifts his chin. “Archer requested the case, Hannah told us that. But we had no connection with the Herreras until Ella contacted us, and we didn’t know about their involvement until we got Diego to talk. Fuck, we didn’t even know his last name before he spilled it.”

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nbsp; “Anything on the Rock Demons that got away?” Wraith appears to change the subject.

  Mouse shrugs. “Got feelers out with their other charters. As we know, the Phoenix chapter had been goin’ its own way, breakin’ off from followin’ national club rules. There was no blowback when we took them out, as they’d become a pain in the rest of the members’ asses.” I know that, not that we ever admitted responsibility, but we’d have been the first suspects. To our relief, the other Rock Demon charters had turned a blind eye.

  “Found out one of the escapees was the nephew of their old VP,” Mouse continues.

  The prez growls at that. “So he might want vengeance on his fuckin’ uncle’s demise.”

  “Might be a problem we need to keep in mind, but he was in Cali when Heart was knocked off his bike. I’m still checkin’ out the other, but he seems very low key and has gone underground. No one knew much of him, only recently patched in.”

  I open my mouth to remind them I want those two fuckers dead for what they did to Ella, but the VP gets in first.

  “Think we’ve got some dots to join here,” Wraith says quickly. “If we leave the prime suspects out of it and ignorin’ the Rock Demons for now, could it be the Herreras who went after Heart?”

  “For what reason?” Drum taps his fingers on the table. “Not sayin’ you’re wrong, Wraith, but I can’t figure out why. As Slick said, we weren’t even aware of Ella and her sister’s connection to them when Heart was knocked of his sled.”

  Beef is grinding his teeth, an annoying habit, but a sign that he’s thinking. “Herreras run the drugs trade in Tucson and a protection racket. And the bulk of the guns.”

  And we do the rest. But we’ve never come up against them before.

  Dollar’s been quiet so far, now he wakes up. “We don’t do so much of the guns now, got enough comin’ in legit.” He should know. “If they had a problem with us, a conversation would more easily sort it.”

  Tongue points at Drum. “You said you got the impression this Detective Archer is dirty. Could be on the take from the Herreras.”