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

by Fawkes, Ana W.

  “I didn’t need to. I got out.”

  “You got hurt!”

  “Everyone gets hurt.”

  I cringed. I hated hearing about people getting hurt, getting killed. I knew that peace didn’t exist in the world I had dove into. It wasn’t possible because there was always a fight to be had. Always someone looking to be bigger and tougher.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  Layne approached me on the bed. He grazed my chin with one hand. “I know you are, sweetheart. I just need you to believe that I am trying to protect you. I didn’t know the Mountain Killers were going to rally like that. Come after us.”

  “Their guy had no head,” I whispered.

  “We’ll talk later.”

  “What about now?”

  Layne stepped back. He grabbed at his belt buckle and opened it. My body quivered. My body felt like it had been waiting for weeks for him even though it had been hours. The right thing would have been to catch up on sleep. While the bags under his eyes screamed for sleep, the look in his eyes screamed for something else.

  As Layne pulled at the belt, taking it off, I shivered.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Punishing you,” he said.

  He looped the belt in half and pulled it, making the leather smack together. I jumped and put my hands forward.

  “What… are you going to hurt me?”

  “Give me your fucking hands,” he said. “Don’t ask any questions.”

  I nodded. I kept my hands out for Layne. He took the belt and wrapped it around my wrists and pulled tight. He pulled my hands above my head and I kicked back on the bed. Layne climbed up on the bed, straddling me. He stared down at me, his lip curled. I was completely terrified and turned on at the same time.

  Layne put the belt to the headboard of the bed and wrapped it around the post over and over, tucking the leather into itself to keep me there. I could have pulled and wiggled to try and get free, but I was captured. My wrists were tied by Layne’s belt, Layne right there in my face. He reached down and stroked my cheek, lovingly, and then he gripped his hand around my hair and pulled.

  “I warned you enough,” he said. “You’re staying in this clubhouse. One way or another. You want to see something scary? Fine. I’ll give you something fucking scary. Now open your fucking mouth, sweetheart.”

  Layne reached for his jeans and opened them. He pushed them down, letting me see the root of his cock. The thickness bulged from the thatch of hair as I licked my lips, wanting him. He kept pushing, letting more and more of his dick show. He finally popped free, the full head of his cock just an inch from my hungry mouth. There was a slight up curve to his cock, making my body tingle, because I knew all the spots deep inside me that the curve had hit.

  Layne put his hand to my chin. “Open.”

  I did.

  His thumb ran along my bottom lip.

  “Now suck.”

  He commanded. I obeyed.

  Layne thrust forward, sending the head of his cock right into my mouth. I gasped, groaned, and tried to ready myself. My mouth stretched wide to take him. My tongue had no time to prepare. The hardness of his shaft filled my mouth instantly. His hand still pulled at my hair.

  Slowly, Layne eased himself out of my mouth. I gasped for a breath and then he was right back at me. This time he pushed deeper, testing me. I shut my eyes, wanting all of him. I lost my breath long enough that I tugged on the belt, my instinct telling me to push him away, but I couldn’t. I was his. Completely his.

  “That’s good,” he said.

  He pulled his cock from my mouth again. He reached down and stroked himself up and back.

  “I’m going to fill your mouth first,” he said. “Open again.”

  I did. I was ready.

  Layne thrust deep into my mouth. When he pulled back, I squeezed my lips together as hard as I could, feeling the definition of his steel rod. I felt all the way to his sensitive bump, leading to the thicker tip. As he tried to pull out, I moved forward, refusing him to leave my mouth until he came.

  “That’s how you fucking want it?” he growled. “Take it.”

  He thrust and started to fuck my mouth.

  One hand rested gently at the back of my head, holding me steady. Layne pumped, pushing and pulling, his beautiful cock racing in and out of my mouth. He groaned when he went deep and he hissed when my teeth grazed his tip. I kept tugging at the belt, wanting to grab him and stroke him.

  Layne kept going, sometimes slowing to push deep into my mouth, testing me all the way to my throat. I strained to look up at him, seeing each time that he was staring down at me. His eyes were devouring me as much as his cock was devouring my mouth. He was in complete control of my body. My life. My everything.

  Pulling out of my mouth again, he let me catch my breath.

  “It’s time,” he said. His hand stroked himself fast, making a tight fist around his massive dick, pumping hard. His knuckles were swollen and cut from fighting. The veins in his shaft were so full.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “Give me it.”

  Layne slid his hand down and pressed forward. The head of his cock entered my mouth again and I sucked hard. His body jumped and he groaned, staring to come. The spurts of warmth filled my mouth, layering my tongue with a wet, hot blanket of his release. Layne thrust forward, moving deep into my mouth. Back and forth, he gently pumped himself, letting my lips pull at his pulsing shaft, demanding all of his release.

  I tasted all of him, even after he took his dick from my mouth. He was still hard, glistening from my spit and his release. He moved up a little and I came forward, the tip of my tongue wanting to the taste the bottom of his shaft. Before I could do that, a hand grabbed my mouth.

  Layne stared down at me. “Enough. Now it’s my fucking turn.”

  9.

  (Layne)

  I wanted to fucking hate her. I didn’t want to hurt her but I really wanted to hate her. I wanted to find the something inside me to take her and toss her out on her ass. To give her a few bucks and send her packing for good. Get the fuck out of the Devil Call MC clubhouse. Get the fuck out of Oakville. Get the fuck out of my life.

  But I couldn’t.

  My dick throbbed, still dripping from Shelby’s perfect mouth. And now my hands tore at her pants. I ripped them down to her ankles and took them off along with her shoes. My hands ran up her legs. She bent her knees and opened her legs, like a good girl, ready for me to have what I fucking wanted. What I fucking needed. A sweet taste better than the most expensive whiskey. A drug more addictive than anything in the world.

  She wore red panties and had a dark red wet spot between her legs. Fucking hell, the woman was dripping wet for me. I gripped her legs and tried to tell myself not to. To just leave her like this; tied to my bed, her belly full of me, and nothing else. I could go out to the bar, get a shot of whiskey and let some bar slut suck me off real quick. Just to take Shelby away from all this.

  But… I couldn’t do it. I needed Shelby. Goddamit, I cared about her. Maybe I loved her. Maybe I just wanted her sweet pussy in my mouth.

  I grabbed the side of her panties and ripped them like they were a bag of potato chips. I did the same to the other side and then she was all fucking mine. Her fucking lips were glistening wet, curling open, waiting. I put my mouth to her slick center and went right to town on her. I was hungry, suckling her soft, dripping skin, loving her.

  Shelby cried out and thrust at me.

  My tongue came forward, thrusting into her tender hole, then curling up. I found her clit with ease, rolling her soft, pleasure-center nub between my lips and tongue, making her jump. I could see her pulling at the bed, wishing her hands were free to grab at my hair.

  I added more pressure, suckling hard, even nibbling at her clit. I was going to take her to the edge and fucking throw her off it.

  Her heels dug into the bed and she rocked harder, faster, losing herself to the pleasure. She screamed out and started
to shake head.

  “Layne, no,” she gasped. “Fuck. It’s… it’s so much… Fuck…”

  I growled as I took a breath and went right back at it. My tongue lapped even more, the wet sound echoing in the room.

  My mouth stayed hungry, craving more of Shelby’s precious nectar. I ate her to orgasm and didn’t stop. She screamed as she came, pushing back on the bed. My hands slipped around to her ass and lifted her bottom half off the bed. Her legs wrapped around my neck and she rocked her hips, losing all control. Her pussy flooded me with her sweetness. I licked, sucked, tasting everything I possibly could. Even when she started to shake, I kept going.

  When I came up for air, I licked my lips, her sweet flavor all over me. My hands squeezed at her ass, easing her back to the bed. Her pussy was still ripe, ready for more loving.

  I kissed at her smooth mound, my hands already working up her shirt. I wouldn’t be able to take her shirt and bra off completely, but what the fuck did I care? My hands dug under her bra and cupped her tits. I pushed and lifted her shirt and bra, right up to her chin. I turned her to the side, admiring her succulent body. The sight of her full tits all the way down to the natural, curvy shape of her body.

  I placed one hand on her hip and held her steady. My cock was still hard, full again. I was recharged and ready to fuck.

  From the corner of her eye, Shelby looked at me. Her face was flushed. She was still shaking. She was still warm and wet, too. She wasn’t done yet. Dirty little fucking thing, wasn’t she?

  My other hand touched her belly and slid down between her legs.

  “Still ready,” I said. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.”

  I placed my cock to her slit and thrust. She welcomed me, sheathing me with a throbbing tightness. I hissed and felt my ass flex as I thrust even harder. My hand moved from her pussy to her shoulder, pulling at her. I wanted to be as deep as physically possible. I wanted Shelby to ache when she walked. I wanted her to have this moment define her.

  She was fucking mine.

  Now, tomorrow, and forever.

  Goddammit… forever.

  What a fucking word.

  I fucked harder and faster, doing anything to chase my thoughts away. Her pussy was beautifully warm, tight, pulling at my cock as I pounded into her. The entire bed shook with the same kind of fury that raged through my body. My left hand slid from her thick hip up to her back, then to the back of her neck. My other hand moved hair out of her face.

  I sped up.

  Her face writhed with pleasure, maybe pain. But she was still moving at me. Fucking back at me, working her body like a vise to my dick.

  I finally reached for the headboard and gripped it tight. My balls ached and swelled, ready to unleash again. Fuck, this woman earned it out of me.

  As the rush creeped through my body, I groaned. The pressure had built to its breaking point. I reached with my right hand to the belt and pulled at it. I wrestled with it for a few seconds, gritting my teeth, trying to hold back. My cock pulsed deep inside Shelby’s tender body as the belt let go. Her hands were fucking free and she shook them fast, letting the belt fall from her. Her hands then clawed at me as she twisted, wanting to face me. I let her move to her back as my cock throbbed inside her.

  She pulled her mouth to my chest and let out a cry. Then she burst into fucking tears.

  I slowed myself down, gently fucking her. Deep. Out. Back in for more, milking myself dry.

  One hand held the back of Shelby’s head, the other touched her back.

  I eased myself to the bed, rolling to the side, still inside her body.

  She wept like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t know what to fucking do or say. So I held her. I let her cry. My cock still pulsed as I finally lost my hardness. I stroked her back with care, with love, wanting to tell her the world would be okay.

  But I didn’t say that to her.

  I didn’t fucking feel like lying.

  10.

  (Layne)

  I woke to Shelby stroking my cock. It was twelve hours later and I had finally gotten some good goddamn rest. Not that I was in the business of handjobs, but I took this one with a smile on my face. Shelby cleaned me up and I got dressed to face the clubhouse.

  Everything was in full swing.

  Finn had a map on a pool table talking strategy. I skipped the pleasantries of coffee and grabbed a beer. I jumped up on the table and sat down, staring at the map.

  “There you are,” Finn said. “You’re good now?”

  “What happened while I was sleeping?”

  “Not a fucking thing.”

  “Mountain Killers?”

  “We tracked them twenty miles south of Canada.”

  “They running?”

  “They’re talking,” Ax growled. “Working on something.”

  “Stay on it,” I said and looked at Hawke. “Keep whoever we need on them. I want to know what they’re fucking doing.”

  “Hey,” Finn said, spreading his hand across the map. “What the fuck happened with Stryker?”

  “What about?” I asked.

  “He was missing his fucking head,” Ax said.

  I looked around the bar. “Let’s take it to the table.”

  A few minutes later we were at the table. Not quite a full table, but enough guys to consider it a meeting.

  I stood, everyone sat.

  “Mafia,” I said. “I’m not going to lie to the club.”

  “Mafia?” Finn asked.

  “The night I went to the hospital. When Pep died. The prospects that were taken out.”

  “Jesus,” Brett said.

  “Mafia,” I said. “They gave me Stryker’s head. I buried it. Didn’t know they gave the rest of the body back to the Mountain Killers.”

  “Motherfuckers!” Finn spat. He sounded like he had an accent.

  “Relax,” I said. “That goes deeper than we know. Okay? They’re playing me. Pushing me. Trying to see if I’ll work with them or against them.”

  “They did a hell of a job,” Finn said. “Now they set us up.”

  “Fuck the Mountain Killers,” I said. “We can take care of them when we need to.”

  “So what else do they want from you?” Finn asked.

  “I have to go on a run,” I said.

  “You’re whacking someone,” Finn said.

  I looked at Finn.

  How the fuck…

  “Goddamn,” Finn growled. “They start there, brother. Then they keep…”

  Finn shut his eyes and shook his head.

  “What is it?” I asked. “If you know something I don’t…”

  “No,” he said. “This is your club.”

  “That’s right,” I said. “It is. And we need to go in order. If I keep these guys on my side - on our side - I get muscle in town. They’re pushing into Oakville through residential and commercial deals. They don’t need guns to take us out. Get it?”

  The table was silent.

  Everyone nodded with a sense of fear.

  “What was with the map?” I asked.

  “We were asked to run a shipment to Reno,” Finn said. “Another crew. A gang. The Night Angels. They’re tough. But smart. Two of their guys are doing life for murder and arms trafficking. They haven’t stopped dealing though. They just outsource.”

  “They’re good protection from here to Nevada,” Ransom said. “And they’re cash heavy.”

  “So we can pay for your pussy problem?” I asked.

  Ransom looked down and groaned.

  “Pussy problem?” Hawke asked.

  I grinned. “He’ll tell you it all. He’s been charging pussy to the club name. The tab came due and I had to fight a club owner.”

  “Christ,” Finn said. “With everything going on…”

  “Tell me about the run,” I said. “We could use the cash. Especially if this thing with the Mountain Killers escalates. Hell, I was going to start looking for some rallies and fights to make some money. Plus, Ransom, you have to earn
your money back for your little situation.”

  “Okay,” Ransom said. “Christ. Let it go.”

  “No,” I said. “Funny or not you put the club in a shit position. Nobody uses the Devil Call MC name without approval.”

  “Agreed,” Finn said. “We have enough enemies.”

  “Tell me more about the Dark Angels,” I said.

  I made fists and put them to the table.

  “You know it,” Finn said. “We can meet with them and you decide. We’ve worked with them before. Not the greatest group of guys in the world, but neither are we. They’ve challenged us with territory and customers before but it’s never gone to a fight. Or a war. Nobody has died from either club because of disagreements.”

  “They like the run down areas?” I asked.

  “That and a lot of contract work. They get a lot of people who need weaponry for one time use. Dark Angels can supply that. They get their orders from the south, past the border, and then run up along here. Hell, your boys down in Brocke must have had some run ins before.”

  “Not that I can remember,” I said.

  “They pay cash. Lots of it. They know the value of protection and a good delivery. Plus, they know there’s crews pushing from the east, wanting to take some control.”

  “They know anything about the mafia?” I asked.

  “No,” Finn said. “I don’t want to think about it either.”

  Something about the mafia really bothered Finn. He wouldn’t even look at me when he spoke. His face looked plagued with anger, like he was ready to explode.

  That meant the mafia had been poking around here before. Maybe something happened. Maybe they had something on Finn. Shit, maybe that’s why Finn never took the patch. He didn’t want to be President and be a target.

  Like I was.

  The piece of paper was still in my pocket. The orders to kill Shelby’s mother, knowing her father was elbows deep with the mafia.

  “Get the map back out,” I ordered.

  Finn stood and put the map on the table. He spread his hand across it. He then pointed to Oakville and pointed to a small town outside Reno. It would be a good ten hour ride, if not longer to get where the shipment would need to be.