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

by Manda Mellett

  I throw out a few names. Well, quite a lot of them actually.

  “Count on me, Slick. Just what we fuckin’ need.”

  Happy he’s got his part under control, I leave him to get busy making that call while I go top off my gas, which I can conveniently do here at the auto shop on the compound. Removing the hose, I look at the work piling up all around, thinking how good it will be to focus on doing a day’s work for a change rather than worrying about fucking child molesters. The place seems empty without Sam too. It’s not just Ella I miss, but all of the women. Pansy bikers that we are, the old ladies make this a home.

  But it seems Sam will need to stay away until Drummer can sort something out about Amy. What the fuck will Drum do without his old lady? She’s pregnant as well. Shit, we might have got out of one mess, but I can’t see our way out of the other. Still, not a lot to be gained by going over things I can’t mend. I can only hope Drum and Sam can work things out.

  Not surprisingly as there’d been one hell of a lot of celebrating in the small hours of the morning, brothers nursing sore heads take a while until they feel able to ride. It’s not until midday that those of us with women in Vegas at last get on our bikes. Without the old ladies moaning they need the rest stops, and just Road driving the truck, we have far fewer breaks once we get on the road, and make it to our destination in just over seven hours.

  As we pull in through the gates I’m almost shaking with anticipation to see Ella and Jayden again. Impatiently I back into line, forgetting to kick down my stand until the last moment in my hurry to get in and see my old lady, just managing to catch my bike before it topples over. Wraith notices, the bastard, and I give him the finger as he smirks. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to wait, curbing my impulse to push my brothers aside in my rush to get through the doors.

  Keep it together, Slick.

  The women are waiting in the clubroom, alerted by the roar of bikes arriving. As soon as her eyes catch sight of me, Ella’s running toward me, her eagerness matching my own. I pull her into my arms, swinging her off her feet and twirling her around. Then I hug her tightly as we indulge in the physical contact of just being back together again.

  When we revert to using words, Ella’s first to speak. “I was so worried, Slick!”

  Not admitting there were moments I’d had doubts about seeing her again too, I just tell her, “I’m here now.”

  “Slick!”

  “Jayden!” Putting Ella down I put my arm around my other girl. “What you been up to, darlin’?”

  “We went to the strip! Ella lost all your money.” She gives me a cheeky grin along with the news.

  “I didn’t lose all of it.” And that’s a big sister smackdown stare if ever I saw one. “We went shopping first, and I may have lost a bit after.”

  “I played slots. And we went on some rides. Ella went on the Stratosphere with Twister!”

  I throw her a glare. “She did, huh?” I pretend to be annoyed, but can’t keep it up for long. “Did you go on anything, Jayden?”

  “Sophie and I went on the Big Apple Coaster. That was scary enough, and then we went on the gondolas at the Venetian. Oh, and we went on some rides at Circus Circus too.” Fuck me, Jayden’s almost bouncing with excitement as she tells me everything that she’s done. It warms my heart to see her acting her age.

  As I listen to her prattle I’m pleased that Ella and Jayden seem to have got their fun out of the way before I arrived. I get enough thrills riding my fucking bike, thank you very much. Racing around on a roller coaster? That’s not for me. But that she likes it is just one more intriguing fact I’ve learned about my woman. You need nerves of steel to go on that ride. I file that thought away.

  “We couldn’t stay to see everything lit up.” Jayden’s still babbling on. “We had to get back to meet you.”

  Huh. “Sorry for that,” I reply without meaning it. I’d have been fucking annoyed to get here to find they were out. But I throw her a bone. “Red’s agreed to put us up another night. Maybe we can all go to the strip tomorrow night?”

  “You really mean it? Slick, you’re amazing!” She’s so pleased Jayden almost pushes Ella out of the way to give me a hug.

  “That okay with you, Ella?” As I glance at the woman who’s refusing to let me go, even while Jayden’s trying to get to me herself, I notice her mouth might be curved, but she’s not smiling with eyes. “Ella?”

  “How did everything go, Slick?”

  I raise an eyebrow.

  “Oh, come on, I’m not stupid. I know something was going down. Did it have anything to do with us?”

  And now I can give her the good news and hopefully put a real smile on her face. Leaning down, I speak into her ear. “Jayden can come home now. No one’s after her anymore.”

  She sucks in a breath, then just stares at me as the news sinks in. As she looks like she’s got more questions I remind her, “I can’t tell you anymore, El. So don’t ask.”

  “Club business.” Hmm. Seems she’s getting the hang of being an old lady. She swallows back down her questions, and I watch as her mouth turns up into a wide grin. “Going out in Vegas with you will be amazing, Slick. Yeah, that’s a great plan.”

  I hope it is. For a second I’m hesitant, doubting what I’ve set in motion. Am I doing the right thing? And then as she turns the full force of her smile on me, I know that I am. I can’t resist, my head lowers, my hand curls around her neck, and I raise her mouth to mine. Everything we did was worth it. The result? My woman and her sister are safe to get on with their lives. And I plan on doing nothing but being right there by their side.

  Drinks and food flow freely as another celebration gets going in earnest, our Las Vegas brothers joining our Tucson crew revelling that our plans were carried out with no Satan’s Devil becoming a casualty. Drum’s arm is around Sam as he’s talking to Red, Wraith’s holding as tight to Sophie as I am to Ella, all expressing and showing their relief that another chapter in the life of the club has come to a satisfying close. The women may be kept in the dark, but every one of the men know we’d faced an adversity larger than us and have come safely out the other side. A cause for rejoicing if ever there was one.

  Predictably the party atmosphere starts to change. When the sweet butts appear, our club girls along with Red’s whores, it’s my signal to get my women away from the party. Going upstairs, we leave Jayden in her room, then I take Ella along the hallway to the room assigned to us.

  Fuck, we’ve only been apart one night but it seems like it’s been forever since my hands have touched her smooth, silky skin, and I take a moment to hold her and simply enjoy the feel of her softness under my calloused hands. This woman has quickly become an addiction for me, almost as vital as the air that I breathe. I can’t understand why I’d wasted those months when I didn’t go after her. What a fool I had been to blame her for running away instead of searching for a reason as to why she had gone. All that lost time had been my fault. If it hadn’t been for the problems with her sister that made her get back in touch, I might never have seen her again. Just the thought makes me reel.

  But I got her back. And since then, all my running has been toward her. And now that I’ve got her, I’m never letting her go again.

  Reaching around her, I open the door, then wait for her to walk inside. My eyes fall on the small bag I’d brought with me—a fresh change of clothes and, well, she’ll find out what else in a very short while. Let’s just say on one of our stops earlier I’d spent some time talking to our Vegas brothers and picked up some ideas. Hmm. Some very interesting suggestions.

  I can wait no longer to get started. “Strip, baby. Let me see what I’ve been missin’.”

  Her eyes alight at my unexpected command, and her pupils dilate. Good. Me taking charge turns her on. Quickly she dispenses with her clothes as I take off my cut and place it on the chair, then pull off my tee. Toeing off my boots, I leave my jeans on for now. As her perfect body is revealed I undo the button and lo
osen the zip to give a little more room to my lengthening cock. Has any woman ever turned me on like this before? If anyone has, I don’t remember.

  She stands before me, naked, her head cheekily angled to one side, hands on her hips. She’s smirking, “Like what you see?” Her eyes fall to the bulge in my jeans.

  “Very much,” I reply, keeping my voice stern. “Now lie on the bed.”

  She looks at me quickly, but does what I ask, lying flat on her back, just how I wanted. Taking something from my bag and holding it out of sight, I lay my body across hers and take both her hands, pulling them up over her head. I fumble a bit, I’ll need practice at this, but with a satisfying click I get the handcuffs in place and fasten them to the middle rod of the headboard.

  Her mouth gapes open.

  I give a reassuring smile. “Alright, darlin’?” Carefully I watch her. Her chest’s rising and falling as her breathing rate increases, her nipples are already little firm peaks, and a flush comes over her face.

  “I’ve never done this before.” Her voice sounds breathless. I look for signs that she’s afraid, but she looks more thrilled than scared. I remember this is the woman who likes scary rides.

  But I’m mindful she’s still got to get those Rock Demons out of her head. “Don’t worry, I’m with you. You don’t like it? I’ll uncuff you.”

  I wait for her nod, then take the second item out of my bag and show it to her. As her brow creases I explain, “It’s a blindfold. Will you try it?”

  My dick pulsates and I’m over the moon when her chin dips again, and then she lifts her head so I can wrap it around. And now I’ve got my woman helpless beneath me. Fuck, the sight of it takes my breath away, and I feel pre-cum seeping out, dampening my jeans. I can do anything. I don’t know where to start.

  As my indecision freezes me, she pulls on the cuffs, spurring me into action. Lowering my mouth to hers, I start with a kiss, slowly applying more pressure until she opens and lets me inside. Just her taste has my cock throbbing. For a few seconds I enjoy the innocent connection until the pressure in my pants makes me need to move this on.

  Drawing myself up to give myself room, I start to pay attention to her nipples, a suck on one, a pinch to the other, coaxing them to harden even more under my administrations. Closing my teeth around one makes her suck in air in surprise, and as I gently bite down she pushes her pelvis against me, seeking relief. Not yet baby.

  Knowing I’ve taken away one of her senses, I check she’s okay. “You doing alright, darlin’?”

  Frantically pushing up into me again, a moan comes from her lips. “Just get on with it, already.” I grin at her impatience and take it as a yes. And I’m suffering too with her grinding against my denim-clad dick.

  But first I want to taste her. I take my time, licking her stomach and up under her ribs, circling her nipples and sucking on them again. Her body tastes salty, and I could feast all day. Or could if my dick wasn’t being strangled in my jeans. Have I ever been this hard?

  I move downwards. Oh yeah, her clit’s already nice and swollen and already peeping out from under its hood, and her sweet cunt is glistening with her cream. Taking my time, I lazily reach out a finger and swipe some of the moisture, bringing it to my mouth. Her body jerks at my touch.

  Then, with my weight on my elbows, I lean over her once more and kiss her again, her own taste on my tongue surprising her. I grin to myself. Yeah, I got some good advice last night. I take a moment just to enjoy the simple mating of our mouths. Another tug at the handcuffs shows she’s getting frustrated, and truth be told, I can’t hang on much longer myself.

  Quickly standing, I take down my jeans, kicking them off on the floor, swearing my swollen dick sighs in relief. Then I kneel over her, my head facing her legs, and huff a warm breath on her clit.

  My unexpected action has her hips rising and she wheezes out my name. “Slick!”

  I give it a little suck, and then get my mouth and fingers working, then pause and position my cock, holding it steady with one hand and bringing it to her mouth. “Open,” I tell her.

  She immediately obeys, and her tongue licks the precum off the head, swirling around my piercing. It’s all I can do not to start fucking her mouth it feels so good, but restrained as she is I don’t want to frighten her or make her feel trapped. Moving my hand away, I leave her playing as she wants. She widens her mouth and I push in further. Her murmurs of appreciation are almost too much for my poor dick, but she laps up the new excretions that have started to leak.

  Lowering my head, I put a finger inside her, my cheeks hollowing as my mouth simultaneously sucks on her clit. I apply another finger, curling up inside her. As she works my cock I lick around her hard bud. Fuck, this feels good. She tastes like heaven. Her tight pussy is clutching my fingers and her mouth drawing in my cock. The scent of her arousal is going straight to my head, and those little sounds, slurping noises she’s making, echo around my head as well as vibrating around my hard length.

  I’m not going to last. I work my hand and mouth faster, applying more pressure to that special spot inside, as well as licking her clit. As she focuses on what’s happening to her body, her lips open and my cock slips out of her mouth. Her legs start shaking, her stomach muscles tighten, her breath comes in gasps, and then she drags in one last breath before her body starts twitching and she screams. Taking her over the top, I soften my mouth and remove my fingers, licking at her gently until she comes down.

  Now I turn her over, the chain joining her cuffs tightening, imprisoning her further. I pull up her hips and unable to wait any longer, push inside her tight, sweet channel. Fuck, I’m not wearing a condom, skin to skin feels too fucking good. She’s so swollen and I have to work at it to get in, stopping only when I bump her cervix.

  “You still okay, darlin?” I can hardly speak, the words coming in pants.

  “Move, Slick. Move, please.”

  Her shrill cries encouraging me I don’t disappoint her, I start thrusting until I feel her muscles clenching, but before she can come, pull out and then turn her over so she’s on her back again. Pulling her legs up and hooking them over my elbows I hold her wide open as I thrust in fast. As she cries out in pleasure I do it again, and again, until I’m hammering away, my hips piston like an engine powering my cock, slightly changing the angle until I know that my piercing is hitting just the right place.

  Stretching my hand up I encircle her neck with my fingers.

  “Slick, Slick! Oh God!”

  And there we have it! I quicken my pace, frantically pounding, feeling that tingle in my spine as her cunt squeezes my cock as she starts those contractions.

  “God! Oh God!”

  And I’m lost. My balls tighten, I pull out cum propelling from my slit, covering her tits and her stomach, white streams marking this woman as mine as her body continues to give little tremors.

  “Slick?” Her question comes as a gasp.

  I grin. Blindfolded, my action surprised her. I rub my hands over her skin until her body glistens with cum, massaging it into her tits and her stomach.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful.” I’ve never seen anything looking so good.

  A moment while I get my breath, then quickly move to her head where I take off her blindfold and remove the cuffs, rubbing at her wrists inspecting for any soreness. Then I roll her to me and take her in my arms, ignoring the stickiness joining us together.

  She’s still breathing rapidly, my own heart beating just as fast. I hold her and let my hands soothe her, smoothing them slowly up and down her back.

  When her chest stops heaving she opens her eyes and I swear I can see love beaming out.

  “Slick, that was…that was incredible.”

  “I wondered if you’d like it.” For some reason I feel chuffed with myself, and with her that she allowed me to try something new, giving me total control over her.

  “You could have done anything to me.” She gives a little shake of her head, bemused she permitted it.
r />   “You can trust me.” I’ll never hurt her.

  “I know. Shit, that was a turn on. Not being able to see, or move. I never would have thought…” Her voice trails off, but I can complete it. She’s come so far in such a short time.

  I smirk. “I can see we’ll be tryin’ that again, darlin’.”

  “I hope so.” She laughs. “Fuck I hope so.”

  Placing a kiss to her forehead, I tighten my hold. “I love you so much, Ella.”

  “Slick, I love you too.”

  She’s quiet for a moment, and then asks, “I didn’t know you were into that.”

  Now it’s my turn to chuckle. “Neither did I babe. First time I’ve ever tied someone up. But I’m glad you liked it, ‘cos fuck was it a turn on, havin’ you at my mercy.”

  Her head pulls back so she can look into my eyes. “I loved it, Slick. But if you hadn’t tried that before, what made you think of it? Where did the cuffs and blindfold come from?”

  My chuckles deepen. “Have you met Cuff and Rope yet?”

  “What?”

  “They’re two brothers from Vegas. I think you can guess how they got their names.”

  “Slick!” Her jaw drops.

  “Let’s just say they gave me some pointers earlier on.”

  Chapter 37

  Ella

  If I’d been asked a few weeks ago whether I would ever be able to trust a man again, the simple answer that I wouldn’t even have had to think about would have been no. The fact that I’ve changed, and just how far I’ve come, is down to one man, the man who’s now lying beside me, gently snoring. Only yesterday I was worried I’d never see him again. Now I snuggle into his warmth, unable to envisage a time I wouldn’t want, or need, him by my side.

  I’m still a touch nervous around these leather-clad men, but I’ve come to learn how this club and the one where the members abused me at poles apart. And, being an official old lady, the Satan’s Devils are more likely to protect than to harm me. They’ve gone out on a limb for both my sister and I, and they’d all come home safe. It relieves me to know I don’t have to live with any deaths on my conscience.