SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book)

by Fawkes, Ana W.

  Slowly, I approached the woman. She was far shorter than me. I bumped into her, feeling the softness of her breasts against me. I kept my hands balled into fists to resist temptation.

  “You think you know what you’re doing?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “You need it. I want it. So just fucking do it.”

  Damn, that was bold. And honest. And goddamn right.

  I lifted my hands and grabbed the woman’s waist. I pulled her tight to my body. She let out a whimper as lust poured from her eyes. I turned her around, putting her back to me.

  “You like my ass?” she whispered. “You can have it, Layne. I’m not against anything.”

  I sucked in a breath. Her hair smelled of some kind of flower shit and she had glitter on her neck. She was a goddamn stripper, off her shift, here looking for a fuck.

  My hands spread wide along her waist. Then around to her stomach. Her belly was nice and flat. I pressed hard, feeling the toughness of her stomach muscles. Dancing muscles. My hands slithered up her body, over her shirt. I cupped just under her breasts. I kept her close to my body.

  I smelled her hair.

  I shut my eyes.

  Man, I wanted to just bend her over and fuck her. The urge, the need, it was all there. I regretted everything I was about to do.

  But when I shut my eyes, I saw Shelby. I saw her standing behind the. Thinking about her goddamn mother, the woman I had to find and kill. Worried about her father smacking on her. Jesus Christ, what a fucking disaster.

  I opened my eyes and had my mouth at the woman’s ear.

  The line was right there to cross. To destroy.

  I opened my hands. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

  “Are you serious?” she asked.

  “You don’t just enter my room and think I’m going to fuck you. That’s not how it works. Find someone else to be a whore with.”

  She spun and I saw her hand coming from a mile away. I put my hand up and caught it. I then pulled and showed her the door.

  “What the fuck?” she asked. “You’re hard, Layne.”

  Yeah, I know.

  “So what? You want a fucking award?”

  “I want your cock,” she said.

  “Not going to work on me. Get the fuck out.”

  The woman threw the middle finger and stormed out of the room. I looked to my bed and didn’t want to spend the fucking night alone. I jumped toward the door and opened it. If the woman had been smart she would have been standing there. She would have known I would’ve searched my conscience and soul and found nothing good. I would have fucked her.

  But she was gone.

  I left my room and went down to the last room. It really wasn’t meant to be a room to stay in or sleep in. I ordered it to be set up that way for Shelby. Because I couldn’t just get rid of her. First off, I cared about her. Second off, I needed her. She had information I needed that she didn’t even know she had.

  I lifted my fist to knock on the door.

  Fuck, I was going to ruin her life.

  4.

  (Shelby)

  I wanted to cry but just couldn’t find the emotion to do so. This was what my life had become. Which shouldn’t have been a big surprise. The plan was to just find a way out of it all. Get on the road, get away, and then find my mother once and for all. Things were getting more and more dangerous. And the way Layne had been acting made me feel like I was involved. Or I caused all of it to happen.

  I put my notebook on my bed and flipped through the pages. All I had were snippets. Bits and pieces of information about my mother. Things I got Daddy to admit to me. Information guys in the clubhouse gave to me when they felt like it. Each time they did it, they expected me to fuck them or blow them, which I never did.

  Except for that one time, one night, with Finn…

  A thunder boom hit my door.

  I jumped and lunged back on the bed. At first I thought it was someone fighting. I expected a bullet to tear through the door or someone to crash through it.

  But there was no more sound.

  For a few seconds.

  Then the thundering boom came again.

  “Shelby?”

  It was Layne’s voice.

  I took a breath and went to the door and opened it. I backed up, no choice but to let him inside. It was his room, his clubhouse, his MC. Not that this was really much of a room. More like a big closet cleaned out for the sole purpose of keeping me there.

  “Are you drunk?” I asked Layne.

  “No,” he said.

  “Then what do you want?”

  He came forward and slammed the door behind him. “Don’t talk to me like that, sweetheart.”

  “I’m sorry. Should I drop to my knees and suck your cock?”

  Layne’s hand shot forward and he grabbed my mouth. My lips were pursed and he gritted his teeth at me.

  Fuck, it should have scared me, but it turned me on. I hadn’t been touched in a while. And from the first time Layne fucked me, he lit a fire inside me I didn’t know could exist. Like he broke something open in me that unleashed a wild side of myself. There was no way in hell I could fuck anyone else though. First, nobody in the clubhouse would be that stupid. If you fucked the President’s woman, you were dead. Second, Layne would probably kill me for doing it.

  But I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted Layne. I wanted him to grab me, push me around, fuck me.

  He pulled at me, bringing his forehead to mine. Our lips were so close. My lips quivered, wanting him worse than I ever have before.

  “Don’t fucking push me right now,” he growled. “Do what you’re told and stay the fuck alive.”

  Layne let me go and slipped by me. He plopped down on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him.

  “Sit,” he ordered.

  I slowly backed up and sat down. My body was on fire. I was wet, my panties pressing between my legs, my inner thighs trembling. I inched my left hand near Layne’s and touched him.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Too much,” he said.

  “Layne, I feel like you’re mad at me. Like you think I caused…”

  “Shut up,” he said. “You fucking hid things from me. I walked into a storm, sweetheart. Finn slitting some guy’s throat. Mountain Killers shooting me. Learning that the former President was captured and killed by the Mountain Killers. That alone should have started a war, but it didn’t. Then the fucking mafia shows up. They give me orders.”

  “They gave you orders?” I asked.

  Layne swallowed hard. “Then I find out about your old man.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “He’s old school, Layne. He understands the MC. He’s not out to change Oakville, okay? He’s not in the way.”

  Layne slowly turned his head and looked at me. “He’s a drunk. He hits you. He doesn’t give a damn about this town. He has no idea what’s coming.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You were there,” Layne said. “At Pep’s with me.”

  “The shooting?”

  Layne nodded. “You were on the ground. You were safe, protected. But when I jumped up, I saw something. It’s burned in my fucking mind and I can’t let it go.”

  “What?” I asked.

  Layne just sat there, staring at me. His eyes were dark, cold. Christ, they almost looked like Finn’s eyes.

  Finn’s eyes.

  Shit, don’t think about Finn right now.

  “Layne,” I said.

  He still stared at me.

  It was like he was dead, a statue, a man empty just sitting there.

  That’s when my emotion was finally able to let go. The lump in my throat rose up and my eyes filled with tears.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  I reached up and touched his face. His steel like jaw was covered with rough scruffy hair. A man built for this kind of life. Everything about Layne was steel like, even down to his heart.

  “I stood up,” Layne s
aid. “And I saw someone walking away from the bar. They were wearing a Devil Call MC cut.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  “Someone in here…”

  “I don’t know,” Layne said. “I’m trying not to think about it right now. I don’t want to think someone in this clubhouse would do something like that. But my mind can’t stop wondering about Finn. Who he really is. What his intentions are. If he wanted the patch, he could set me up to look like a shit President.”

  “Finn wouldn’t.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I don’t,” I said. “Fine. You win, Layne. Kill everyone in the clubhouse.”

  “Shut it,” Layne growled. “Just fucking listen to me. I don’t want to believe that someone in this MC did it. Do you understand that? I’ve seen what a paranoid MC President looks like. I’ve lived through it. Want to know how it ended?”

  “How?” I asked.

  “The guy ended up fucking dead. The entire MC voted to take him out. My best friend, Talon, and myself worked it out. Talon made the kill, took the patch. And that only opened the doors for more wars down in Brocke. It’s not a fucking fun ride to look over your shoulder to guys who are supposed to have your back and not be sure what the fuck they’re going to do.”

  I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry…”

  “We already had one guy turn on us. And I don’t trust Finn. Why didn’t he take the patch?”

  “He didn’t want it.”

  “Why?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. I serve drinks. I’m trying to find my mother. And now I’m scared of my own father.”

  “Because of the mafia ties?”

  “Yeah. They killed a prospect. They kidnapped you, Layne.”

  “Jesus Christ, I’m right here,” Layne said. “They’re not going to kill me. It’ll work out. Together. This is club shit. Not for you to think about.”

  “As I’m being held captive in a closet.”

  Layne gritted his teeth and stood from the bed. “You want to fucking go? Then go. Then I can’t protect you.”

  I looked up at him. “You’re hiding something from me. I know it. I can sense a liar from a mile away.”

  Layne reached down and touched my chin. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten involved with a biker. We’re all fucking liars. The MC comes first, sweetheart. I have to represent this patch, this cut, this club. I can’t let anything come into Oakville and hurt the MC. Because if one town falls, one charter is overrun, it’ll start to happen. You don’t understand that.”

  I opened my mouth, wanting to unleash on him. Tell him he was a piece of shit. Demand he tell me what he knew and I didn’t. All I could think about was that night at Pep’s. We were finally opening up a little. He was piecing things together. And he knew my mother’s name. Then the place got shot up.

  Thinking about those bullets made me shiver.

  Layne’s thumb slid across my bottom lip, pulling it down a little. He traced the line of lips up and around. Fuck, if it didn’t turn me on. I felt pathetic, the wetness pouring between my legs. My toes curls with an achy need.

  My right hand reached forward and touched his leg. My other reached for his hand. I kept his finger at my mouth. The tip of my tongue came forward, gently flickering the tip of his finger.

  “Ah, fuck,” he growled.

  My lips tightened around his finger and I sucked. I pulled my lips off his finger with a pop sound. I leaned back just enough to let my shirt pull up. I flicked the button on my pants and wasted no time in sliding my hand down, into my own pants and panties. The urges were too great. If it wasn’t going to be Layne, then I’d just do it myself. I needed it. I craved it. The ultimate addiction.

  My fingers touched between my legs, the smooth, wet silk, warm and ready. I curled my fingers and pressed, my body giving way to my own touch.

  But that wasn’t good enough.

  “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Layne said.

  “Yeah,” I purred. “Yeah…”

  My right hand moved up and cupped between Layne’s legs. His cock was already thick, full, pressing against his jeans. I pulled at his belt buckle and opened it. I opened his jeans, carefully pulling the zipper down. All with one hand.

  My other hand gently rubbed my pussy. I knew what I wanted and I was going to fucking take it.

  As I touched the thick, stiff root of Layne’s cock, I pulled at him, wanting all of him. Layne put his hand to my mine and jammed my hand down into his jeans, feeling the length of his steely shaft. When my palm rubbed against the fleshly head of his cock, I bit my lip and groaned.

  “Now,” Layne said.

  He took his hand from mine and pushed his jeans down. I was left holding the head of his cock, my fingers still touching between my legs.

  Layne put a hand to back of my head and pulled. I came forward, my hand easing down his shaft, squeezing tight, holding at the middle of his hard dick. My lips kissed his tip, my tongue swirling around once, pulling back, watching a droplet slip from his cock. My tongue lapped it up, wanting more.

  I kissed his cock again and then slipped my lips over him. I moved down and pulled back, feeling my lips rubbing against the perfect thickness of his cock. My hand moved down to the base of his shaft and I pumped at him.

  Unless he’d been fucking someone else, I knew Layne was beyond full and in as much need as me.

  “Ah, sweetheart,” he groaned. His hand tightened at the back of my head. He thrust forward. “Take it. Right fucking now.”

  His cock moved deeper into my mouth. He started to test my limits as he pumped. Pushing and pulling, groaning each time he inched a little deeper. My hands were shaking, my right hand now open against the thatch of his pubic hair. My other hand still between my legs, making small circles.

  It felt so fucking good.

  It chased away anything I was worried about.

  I sucked Layne harder and faster, feeling his shaft getting thicker, tighter, knowing it was only a matter of time before he would have to explode.

  Layne reached down and grabbed at my wrist. He pulled back, forcing his cock from my mouth. My lips trembled and I whimpered. I wasn’t fucking done yet.

  “Give me,” he ordered and pulled at my wrist, taking my hand from my pants.

  He lifted my hand to his nose.

  “Fuck,” he said. “Perfect.” He put my fingers to his mouth and devoured them, sucking all my wetness off my fingers. “Fucking delicious.” He threw my hand away and then grabbed my face with both hands. He inched his cock forward, teasing my lips. “I want to fucking taste more.”

  Layne stepped and crouched down. His hands grabbed the side of my pants and he pulled so hard I almost went flying off the bed. I grabbed the sheets and cried out.

  Finally… oh, hell, fucking finally…

  5.

  (Shelby)

  I stared down at him. His warm breath teased my sensitive folds a second before his lips touched me. He kissed me, gently, and then his mouth and tongue went right to work. Suckling my tender folds, the tip of his tongue cut between and curled up, seeking out my clit. I was so far beyond ready, my hips were already thrusting at him. I grabbed at his hair, rocking my mound at his mouth hard and fast. If there was such a thing as an instant orgasm, I was experiencing it in that moment. My body couldn’t contain itself. Not with Layne’s massive, strong hands holding my hips, pulling at me, his tongue fucking me.

  His tongue darted up and down, bringing me to the edge of the bed and the edge of ultimate pleasure. My back arched as I started to come, my feet straightening so hard that my calf muscles felt like they were going to rip from my body. I barely touched the floor, my hips, legs, pussy all quivering as the rush of heat and wetness continued to pour from me.

  And Layne was right there to savor it all.

  His mouth closed tight around my clit and his teeth grazed my sensitive center as I cried out. Layne’s mouth then kissed up my mound, right to
my belly. His hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling it up as he climbed my body. I tried to sit up and work with Layne, wanting everything off.

  My shirt was gone first and I reached back, unsnapping my bra. Layne tore at my bra, flinging it across the room. He buried his face to my chest, growling as he kissed. His lips and tongue were everywhere, tasting my breasts, my nipples, kissing up my chest to my neck. I put my head back and braced myself. One hand tight around the sheets, the other hand clutching at the back of Layne’s leather cut. I could feel the Devil Call MC logo. It fucking turned me on.

  His cock touched between my legs and that was my one second warning. Layne thrust forward, grunting as he did so, breaking me wide open. My pussy was tender and still throbbing as he entered me, sliding deep. His right hand touched just above my ass, pulling, making damn sure there wasn’t an inch to spare.

  Trust me, there fucking wasn’t.

  I was so full, I couldn’t breathe. I looked at Layne, trying to gasp for air. His mouth came to mine, touching, flirting, leaving me with the sweet and naughty taste of my own body.

  He then kissed my neck and started to fuck me. Pulling back, thrusting forward, holding me steady. I eventually had both hands to his leather cut, my arms shaking as I pulled, holding myself up for him. My body shook, the bed creaked, the entire room spun with the intense pleasure that only Layne’s body could possibly offer.

  As he moved faster, harder, I felt another orgasm attack my body. Followed by a third. My body couldn’t come hard enough. I squeezed at Layne’s cock, desperate to feel him climax. His body was hard, tight, he was right there on the edge. I forced a hand between us and reached down. I felt his shaft pounding in and out of me. I kept going, finding his balls. They were solid, thick, so full.

  “Ah, fuck,” Layne growled.

  I tried to grab at Layne’s face, wanting to kiss him. I scratched at his cheek and he let me go. I fell back, my back hitting the bed. Layne grabbed at the top of my legs, squeezing. It tickled and I jumped, but he was holding me down. The tickling sensation mixed with the pleasure. I tried to scream and nothing happened.