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

by Manda Mellett

  His fingers tangle in my hair as he takes control. I moan as he deepens the kiss, ravishing my mouth, but in such an erotic way. As our tongues slide and dance my arms come around him, holding him to me. I try to tell him everything with my caress—that I love him, that I want him, that I’m not certain I can allow him so close.

  Once again, he’s the first to pull back, his lips gradually drawing away, his eyes opening as he stands back. As he brushes his hands up and down my arms he leaves tingling in their wake.

  “I love you,” he tells me. “Don’t know when exactly, don’t know how. But you mean the world to me, Els. You knocked me off my fuckin’ feet.”

  He speaks so intently I have to answer back. Like him I don’t know how it happened, but I know it’s true. “I love you, Slick.” I wouldn’t be trusting him this much if I didn’t.

  He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again as if he hadn’t been expecting my return declaration—and truthfully it took me by surprise. But the words I’d uttered were true. How could I not feel that emotion for the man who’s given me so much?

  Now he’s gripping my arms lightly and pushing me back toward the bed. I make no move to stop him, made confident by knowing I could do so if I wanted with just one word. When my knees hit the edge, he applies a little pressure to my shoulders and I sit.

  Sinking to his knees, he reaches for the clasp of my bra, pausing to give me a chance to object. When I say nothing he unclasps it, and my breasts are allowed to fall free. Just the sight of him staring sends a shiver through me.

  His eyes narrow as he sees it. “Alright?”

  I just nod to confirm I’m doing okay.

  He smiles, then requests, “Up.” He prods at my hips.

  Shakily I rise, letting him pull my underwear down and off. A hand to my chest, and I’m lying flat on the bed, my feet on the floor.

  “Tell me to stop and I will.” He reassures me again.

  Knowing he can see me, all of me, excites me. My evidence of my arousal floods between my legs. Thank God! I didn’t know if I’d be able to respond.

  And then he’s touching me, there. Gently parting my labia, and oh so softly his finger is touching me. Unwittingly I squirm, but it’s not to evade his touch.

  “Gonna taste you now.”

  Without pausing he lowers his head, swiping his tongue and lapping at my essence. My muscles tense, but not from fear, and instead feelings I’d thought I’d never know again sweep through me, the involuntary responses of my muscles, my stomach starting to clench. This is nothing like the selfish painful touch of my rapists. He’s treating me like fine china, as though I could break.

  He prods at my opening with his tongue, a glorious sensation which increases my moisture. Fingers circle my clit, making it tingle and spark. With his other hand he toys with my breasts, lightly pinching and tweaking one nipple then the other, causing tremors down my spine, and that bundle of nerves to throb.

  “Fuck, Ella. You taste so fuckin’ good.” He raises his head to speak, the vibration of his voice and his hot breath makes me writhe and push up to him.

  It might be that it’s him, it might be that it’s been so long, but my body starts to tighten as my orgasm approaches, fast. He notices and doesn’t disappoint, nor keeps me hanging. His fingers and mouth work, expertly playing my erogenous zones until I’m trapping him between the taut muscles of my thighs. My head twists against the bed, my fingers grasp the sheets, and I’m going, I’m going… I come. Hard. A scream of pent-up elation escapes my mouth. He licks gently, circling, bringing me down, lifting momentarily when oversensitivity makes me want to evade his touch. And then he’s back there, making me peak once again, strong contractions making my muscles ripple.

  My pussy feels empty, I want him inside. “I need you, Slick.”

  Strong arms reposition me on the bed, my head on the pillows. Reaching across to the table he opens a drawer, pulling out a condom. Sliding off his boxers his large cock bobs free. He’s as big as his bulge had led me to believe, and I lick my lips in anticipation, and then with concern as I see the Prince Albert piercing on the tip.

  “You’ll love it,” he assures me when he sees where I’m looking, and for some reason I blush.

  Then I can’t tear my eyes away as he sheaves his big dick. I notice his own hands are unsteady as he smooths the latex down.

  Then his eyes meet mine, his pupils already dilated, the dark orbs full of promise.

  Gently he bends up my legs, making a cradle for his crotch in between them. He covers my body, one arm bent to support him, the other guiding his cock to my opening.

  I grimace and flinch as he starts to press inside.

  “Relax, darlin’. It’s me. Stay with me, keep lookin’ at me.”

  I do my best, and the tip of his hardness invades me. I’m so wet he slides easily in. I keep watching him, his brow furrows, his teeth clench as he pushes in so slowly, backing out then forward again, using the tiniest of thrusts. Now with his weight on his elbows beside me, I see his muscles quivering and know he’s holding himself back.

  With small advancements, he takes his time to fill me, the slow, careful movements alighting all my nerve endings, that piercing, although muted by the latex, rubs me in the right spot.

  When he’s fully seated, his mouth twists in a smile. “Fuck, Ella, you fit me like a glove. Think you were fuckin’ made for me.” His face contorts with the effort of holding himself back. “Ain’t gonna last long, darlin’. You feel too fuckin’ good.”

  What woman doesn’t like hearing how much she’s pleasing her man? I clench down on purpose.

  “Fuck, Ella. I’m gonna move now.”

  Again I tighten my muscles, which encourages him to start a slow, steady pace. He feels amazing, probably the largest cock I’ve ever had, and that piercing is hitting me in all the right places. I watch his face and its range of expressions, his lips purse as he keeps up that relentless but controlled tempo, his cock sliding into me, out, and then in again. There’s a fire starting to build inside me. I take in a deep breath, then can only manage short pants as he reaches his hand down and strums my clit with his fingers. My stomach muscles contract, sending ripples through my pussy. I see stars in my head as he gasps aloud.

  He quickens his strokes.

  When I shatter, he stills, then with short jerks reaches his completion with a satisfied shout.

  He stays inside my body and lowers his lips, taking mine in a ravishing kiss. Then as his cock slips out he rolls to his side, gathering me up in his arms.

  “My ol’ lady. Mine,” he declares. “Fuck, Ella. Darlin’. That was worth every fuckin’ moment of the months I had to wait.”

  I’ve no energy to move, I feel like I’m floating. I close my eyes and bury my face in the warmth of his chest.

  Chapter 25

  Slick

  From the moment I’d met her, I’d known Ella was special. If I was asked to list what made her that way, it would be impossible to single anything out. It’s the whole package—her looks, her personality, and her bravery.

  Holding her in my arms, I think back to the day we met, and that day I’d delivered her to the Rock Demons club, torn between the desire to protect her and my club. My club had won out and fuck, I regret that. She’d been mine even then, just neither of us knew it.

  If hadn’t been focused on what the club needed from her, I wouldn’t have been so blind and would have seen she wasn’t sweet butt material from that very first night. But the Satan’s Devils were depending on what she could do for us, so I’d smothered any doubts, just pushed forward with what the brothers had agreed around the table. And that was the biggest mistake of my life—she’s ended up broken. But now, if the last few minutes are anything to go by, she’s on her way back.

  Making love so gently isn’t my style, but fuck, I couldn’t call what we’d just done anything else. And if that’s the way it has to be to reassure her, even if I can never let my inner beast loose, I’ll still be
content for the rest of my life.

  Running my hands up and down her skin, covered in a sheen of sweat, testament to what’s just transpired between us, I relish in touching her, unable to believe what a lucky man I am. She’s mine, she’s wearing my property patch. She’s all I’ll ever want and need. No more sweet butts for me. Why would I want them when I’ve got Ella? All of a sudden my other brother’s fidelity to their old ladies makes sense.

  The sound of my phone vibrating makes me move, reluctantly taking my fingers from her.

  “Gotta get that.”

  Making no protest, she lets me leave her. I locate my jeans and answer just before it rings off.

  “Yeah?”

  “Fuck, yeah. I’ll be there. Half-an-hour you say?”

  “See ya.”

  I end the call.

  “You got to go, Slick?” Her voice sounds melodious, my cock twitches as I turn to see her face, now relaxed and a smile curling her lips.

  “Yeah. Sorry.” She seems relaxed and content, but it’s still important to me to hear the words which will let me know she doesn’t regret what we’ve done. “You okay, Ella?”

  She stretches, her arms going over her head, inadvertently offering her breasts to me. It kills me that I must ignore the innocent invitation. I can’t get distracted, I’ve things to do.

  She yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. “You wore me out, Slick.”

  I twist my body so I can take her hand. “You sure you’re okay?” I want, need, her to be.

  “Better than that.” She huffs a laugh.

  Good. Seems like I’ve done my job. A new wave of satisfaction washes over me. But now I’ve got to get a move on, else I won’t be able to leave her. “Going to have a quick shower, darlin’.”

  “Want me to join you?” She makes the unexpected offer as her eyes fall on my thickening dick.

  I put my hand to her chin and lift her face up. “Not sure that’s a good idea, darlin’. Unless you can promise to keep your hands off.”

  “Me?” She looks up in mock disdain, her face wide-eyed and innocent.

  “Yeah, you.” I huff a laugh. “Else I’m never going to get anywhere.”

  But of course we end up showering together, and I only just control myself, making myself remember it’s been a while since she’s had sex, she’ll need time to recover. But as we wash each other with no pressure to do more, she seems to stand taller, her confidence growing.

  We dry and dress. Proudly she slips on her new cut, her face smiling as she fingers the leather.

  “You going to stay here?”

  A shake of her head. “No, I need to find Jayden. Make sure she’s alright.”

  She seems to be happier, a little more self-assured, but I want to remind her. “Wearin’ that,” I point to her cut, “ain’t no one gonna bother ya.”

  I think she believes me when she nods and says, “I know, Slick. They won’t bother me as this shows I’m yours.”

  Fuck yeah she is.

  My brothers all know I’ve claimed her, but as I walk her through the crowded clubhouse with my patch on her back and probably the stupidest grin on my face, something must give it away that I’ve claimed her. I get slaps on the backs, lewd looks, and crude comments. Well, I deserve that, and there isn’t anything that’s going to spoil my day. I lead her on through and out the back to the table which all the old ladies and her sister have appropriated—Amy’s playing with a toy motorbike and getting under their feet.

  Sam jumps up as we approach, twirling her fingers. Pulling away from me, Ella interprets Drummer’s woman’s actions and turns her back, allowing them all to read her property patch. Hollers and hoots come from the women, and I give her a quick kiss, reassured I’m leaving her in safe hands.

  I know I have a spring in my step as I go back into the clubhouse and make my way to the bar where I can see Drummer getting ready to address the motley crew around us. I seem to have made it just in time.

  Wraith slaps my back and smirks. “I can tell the day’s goin’ well for ya, Brother. You’ve fucked her at last, haven’t ya?”

  My goofy grin is all the answer he needs.

  When he goes to say more, Prez puts one hand on the bar, swings his legs up, and stands on the top. Peg whistles loudly, and the various conversations around us die down.

  Drummer looks around, nodding at the crowd, giving a chin jerk here and there. Then he starts to speak, his authoritative voice resonating through the room.

  “Welcome, brothers. It warms my heart to see ya’all here.” He waits while reciprocal greetings are returned. When the murmuring and shouts die down he continues, “As some of you know, the young sister of one of our brothers’ old ladies got herself in with the wrong crowd. She’s only fourteen fuckin’ years old, and those bastards were gonna pass her around, sell her to whoever wanted to use her.”

  He waits for the growls and expressions of disgust to fade.

  “Traced it back to the Herrera family, here in town. Whether the trade has the blessin’ of the heads of the organisation, or were doin’ it rogue, well, that’s what we’re tryin’ to find out. We could be up against the whole clan, or just a part. And if it’s the latter we don’t know whether the rest will rally around and protect them.”

  “Hence the show of force this mornin’. Thanks for that, brothers.” Peg’s loud voice bellows.

  “What he said.” Drum waves down toward the sergeant-at-arms, and laughter rings out. “Now I know you can’t leave your compounds undefended, or your businesses short, so for most of you, I hope you enjoy our hospitality and stay for the night. But I’d be grateful for some extra hands to stay on to help put these monsters down.”

  Hands go up as if to volunteer. Red, the president of the Vegas chapter pushes his way to the front. After exchanging a nod with Drum, he gets up beside him. “Far as we’re concerned, I’ll get a few men to stay. Good food and good women to fuck here.” There’s a roar from the back, obviously some of his men offering to step up.

  Snake waves his hand in the air. “Same goes for us!”

  The two other presidents from Utah and Colorado indicate if necessary they’ll leave some men too.

  Red jumps back down, leaving the floor for Drum.

  The prez does another sweep of the room with his eyes. “I thank ya’ll. Good to know the Satan’s Devils have each other’s back. Position is, we’ve put the ball in Herrera’s court after our little ride past earlier today. Even if the bulk of you go home, he knows what he’s up against should he declare war on the Satan’s Devils.”

  Predictably, cries go up around the room. “Ride together Satan’s Devils. Satan’s Devils ride together!” A member from the Colorado chapter who I haven’t met before nudges me. “Fuckin’ Herreras haven’t a fuckin’ clue what they’ll be takin’ on.”

  I toss him a nod, feeling my heart swell with pride to know there’ll be large numbers of brothers at my back, even if I don’t recognise their faces or know their names. This is what a one percenter club is all about. Brotherhood. I wouldn’t want to live any other way.

  Having ramped up the support in the room, Drum and the officers from the other clubs go off to have a more in-depth meeting. I shoot the shit with Dart for a while, but don’t hang around too long, as I’m eager to get out to Ella again. As I walk outside I see her still seated with the other old ladies. Places to sit being at a premium, Sandy is sitting on Viper’s lap, and Carmen on Bullet’s. It seems natural to go over and tap Ella on the shoulder. At her quick glance, I make a gesture and she stands, then sits herself down, her ass pressing against my thighs. Something my cock immediately finds attractive. My arms go around her and as she leans back against me, I instantly get the feeling of coming home. My impulsive decision to claim her, all those months ago, was certainly no mistake.

  Paladin is sitting next to Jayden, scrunched onto the end of the picnic bench. It might be due to the lack of space, but my eyes narrow all the same. Particularly when he hugs her to him.
He’s getting a bit too handsy for my liking, but being surrounded by brothers, for now, I’ll let it go.

  Amy comes over and tugs at Sam’s arm. “Wanna go potty.”

  With an indulgent smile, Sam lifts her into her arms and carries her through the milling bodies. I watch her go. She’s pregnant, Sophie’s pregnant. And I really wouldn’t mind having a kid of my own.

  Nuzzling my mouth against her ear, I ask Ella softly, “Do you want kids, El?”

  She turns around sharply and looks at me, as if wondering what’s the right answer to a question that seemed to come out of nowhere. I leave my face impassive. It has to be her desire as well as mine. After a moment she sighs and rests her head back against my chest. “Yes.”

  Her answer, spoken so softly, I nearly miss it. I smile against her hair. “Me too,” I reply. Then, thinking of the babies due to be born in the clubhouse and wanting to add to their number, whisper, “And soon.”

  She doesn’t protest, just gives a little delighted shiver. The thought of sinking my cock into her without barriers has my cock swelling more, and I feel rather than see her smile.

  The meeting must be over. The officers come out and with drinks in their hands. Wraith comes over and in one smooth movement Sophie stands, lets him sit, then plonks herself back down on his lap. He gives an exaggerated “Oomph,” making us laugh.

  Red’s followed him out. He stands at the end of the picnic bench, putting his foot against the back of the seat. Leaning forward with his hands on his knee he asks, “What’s the latest on Heart? Fuckin’ bad business that.”

  “Not a lot to tell, Brother,” Wraith gives the answer. “Shooter’s with him now, but there’s been no change.”

  “Have to say, I’d hoped to hear better.”

  The VP shrugs. “He’s just got to choose when he’s gonna come out of it.” He indicates Sam carrying Amy across. “We’ve got to arrange the funeral for Crystal, but keep puttin’ it off as by rights he should be there.”

  “I hear she’s got a mother?” Red raises his eyebrow. “She gettin’ on with sortin’ that out?”