Dark Menace MC: Stone

by Tory Richards

  I could tell that Stone didn’t like me arguing with him. Well, that was just too damned bad! He could lean against his big-ass Harley with his bulging arms crossed over his massive chest and that smoldering look in his eyes till it snowed. I may want him, because he was hot as hell, but he didn’t have to know that. I wasn’t here to provide that kind of service.

  Eyes the color of black coffee took a slow ride over my body, and I got the impression that Stone was sizing me up, not for a fight, but for something entirely different. It was sexual. I kept my hands on my hips in a silent challenge, even as my nipples peaked beneath his hard look. The traitors were actually tingling, and that sharp feeling of need zeroed right down to my sex, which was still buzzing from the bike ride there.

  Holy shit, I should have never glanced down at the front of his pants, because now I was on fire. “No way are we sharing a bed,” I repeated, in a tone that was clearly a little weaker than before.

  “Then you can share a room with one of my brothers, but you won’t be sleeping on any couch out in the open where any man can claim you.”

  “What kind of choice is that?”

  “The only one you’ll get here,” he snapped back. “Pit Bull and Bulldog like double teaming, so you can expect a dick in any two of your holes at the same time. Reggie is an ass man, and word is that he can go all night. BJ, well, he only likes blow jobs, Shooter likes coming all over his women, Animal likes eating food out of pussy, and Ripper likes golden showers with his sex. You know what that is?”

  “Yes, I know what that is!” I think the eating food out of pussy actually grossed me out more.

  “Well, those are your choices, sweetheart, and if you think choosing one of their beds will be sex-free you’ll be in for a shock your first night. Nothing is free around here, and everyone is expected to contribute in some way. The rest of my crew has women in their beds.”

  My choices sucked. “What kind of freak are you?” I threw at him.

  He flung his head back and laughed out loud. I watched the muscles working in his thick throat, fighting the urge to put my mouth there. When he was done he faced me again, but the humor was still dancing in his eyes.

  “Darlin’, you’ll just have to pick me and find out.”

  “What if I don’t want to have sex with you or any of your men?”

  In the blink of an eye his expression turned serious. “We don’t hurt women and we don’t rape them.” He stepped away from his bike and grabbed my upper arm. “Let’s go.”

  I wondered why he was so angry all of a sudden. Was it what I’d said, or something else? He opened the door to the bar and I found myself being dragged inside a semi-dark interior. Before the door closed behind me I was able to take in several bikers sitting at some of the tables, getting it on with women who appeared to be naked. The further we walked into the bar, the stronger the smell of cigarettes, booze, and stale sex. Holy shit, we walked right past a woman getting fucked in the ass on a pool table!

  “Hey, baby.” I pulled my gaze away from the sex scene to the woman with the slightly raspy voice who was walking up to us. Prez stopped when she stepped in front of him. “I missed you the last couple of nights.”

  She stepped right up against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him full on the mouth. Prez let go of my arm and greeted her with the same enthusiasm. Only his hands went to the naked globes of her ass and squeezed before pulling her against the hard-on he still sported. He dry humped her for a minute before pulling back.

  “Yeah, missed your tight pussy,” he said, rubbing her ass.

  He hadn’t missed her, but her pussy--nice. I just stood there, feeling a slow burn go through me, because I wanted . . . I’m not sure what I wanted. All I knew was that seeing him kiss and touch the other woman, who was as naked as the day she was born, made me jealous. And that made me mad.

  “I guess you missed me, too, baby.” She dropped her hand and caressed him, and I was about a second away from telling her that his erection was for me. “How do you want me to take care of this monster?”

  Ohmygod! I rolled my eyes. Prez caught me and kept his eyes on me as he lifted his hands to her large breasts. His movement was deliberate, he wanted me to react. It was hard not to, but I didn’t. Not even when he bent his head slightly to lick her nipple.

  Okay, that was a lie, because my lower body was reacting big time. I knew I was wet down there. Seeing his tongue dart out to lick her hard nipple had turned me on. Using just a little imagination, it was my nipple he was licking. I crossed my arms in a show to convince him that I didn’t care, and let out a huff. “Why don’t you just point the way and I’ll be gone so you two can get down to business?”

  For the first time the woman acknowledged me by glancing around Prez. “Who’s the bitch, baby?” And then her eyes were flashing fire up at him. “Are you banging her?”

  He smiled. “Not yet—”

  “Why you—” She raised her hand, and I held my breath because she was going to hit the president of Dark Menace.

  She never got the chance. Prez stopped her hand in mid-air and I could tell by her expression that she realized her mistake. He held her wrist tightly and growled down at her. “You forget yourself, Rita. Don’t ever raise your hand to me again. And I’ll fuck whoever I want.” He threw her hand back at her, a deep scowl on his face. “Go back to your room and I’ll be there later.”

  Rita turned and walked off like a thoroughly whipped puppy, but not before shooting me a hateful look that caused the heavy makeup on her face to crack. I’d have to watch my back with this one, because I knew a warning when I saw one.

  “Good way to hold on to your old lady,” I said, watching her disappear around a corner.

  “She’s not my old lady,” he frowned. “You think I’d let my old lady walk around here naked? She’s one of the whores we keep around to satisfy the men.”

  “Poor woman.”

  Prez shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart. Rita likes being here. She likes providing relief for the men. Sometimes she just needs reminding that we’re not exclusive. In exchange she gets a place to live, food, and protection.”

  “What a deal,” I said sarcastically before I could stop myself. “How many of these lucky women are here?” Prez grabbed my hand and started pulling me along again.

  “The club has six members, not counting the hang-arounds who come here on the weekends.”

  I noticed several pairs of eyes following us as we walked through the room toward what appeared to be a hallway. There were doors on both sides, and as we walked past them I could hear noises coming from the other side. The grunts and groans confirmed the obvious. We seemed to be rushing, and then we came to a door and Prez opened it and pulled me into the room.

  “Anxious to get back to your, ah, whore, for relief?” I couldn’t help asking with a smile. The smile fell from my face when I found myself pushed up against the door.

  “They’re called sweetbutts, sweetheart, and are you willing to take her place?”

  He may have been grinning, but he was also turned-on. His powerful arms were on either side of me, the palms of his hands flat against the door. He leaned in close, and I couldn’t pull my gaze away from his for anything. Someone was breathing heavily. Fuck, it was me, and I brought my hands up to push against his rock-hard chest.

  “No.”

  His smile grew wider. “You sure, sweetheart?”

  His cock was throbbing against my belly, but I refused to acknowledge it.

  “I can promise you it will be good.”

  I had no doubt about that. The size of his erection told me that he was bigger than most. My pussy contracted with the thought of being filled by such a cock. I swallowed hard, contemplating saying yes for just a minute. But I just couldn’t give Prez the satisfaction of a victory when I knew that it wouldn’t mean anything to him. I’d be just another pussy, a convenient pussy staying in his room.

  “Rita is waiting for you
.”

  “Your loss. I’ll be back to talk to you about your job in a few. In the meantime, grab a shower and change.

  With that, Prez pulled me away from the door, yanked it open, and was gone. I knew that I was doing the right thing by refusing him. I’d had one-night stands before, had done casual sex when I was in the mood and didn’t have a steady boyfriend, so I knew I wasn’t a prude. As much as my body wanted Prez, I didn’t, if that made any sense. I didn’t want to like him, or be his friend. As far as I was concerned, our relationship was a business deal, and it was probably best if it stayed that way. Sex complicated things.

  So why did the thought of him fucking Rita hurt so much?

  Chapter 4

  STONE

  Fuck. Rachel was going to be a major pain in my ass. Having her on my bike, her hot pussy flush tight against my backside, her arms locked tight around me, had been sheer torture. Once or twice her hands had slipped to my lap, but I don’t think shed even realized it. I’d had a hard-on for her since leaving her house. I knew that visiting Rita would relieve it, but Rita wasn’t the one I wanted. Reaching down to adjust myself, I headed for the bar.

  The first thing that I saw when I entered the room was Lily giving Pit Bull a blow job while Bull Dog was pounding her from behind. They hadn’t wasted any time. It was still pretty tame right now but I knew the place would fill up soon. The weekends were wild and raunchy. The hang-arounds would be there, too, giving my brothers some new pussy to choose from while the sweetbutt’s earned a little extra cash with paying customers.

  “Whiskey.” I nodded at the bartender as I took a seat next to Reggie and Shooter. “Any word from Rebel while we were gone?”

  The club had gone on lockdown while we were in Maine, and Shooter had stayed behind with a few other brothers to protect it. I hadn’t wanted to take a chance that the Predators, a rival club from the next town over, would take advantage of our being gone. They were a fairly new MC, not much of a threat on their own, but lately they’d been in deep with the Red Devils.

  The Red Devils were a bad-ass bunch of criminals that killed, raped, and tortured.

  “Not lately,” Shooter said. He motioned for Ty, the bartender, to pour him another beer. “So, what’s with the new girl? She club pussy?”

  I shook my head. “She’s collateral for the debt Manson racked up.” The only one getting in her pussy was me. The question was, when?

  “She his old lady?” Shooter wanted to know. “Seems kind of pretty for the likes of him.”

  “No, but she’s family.”

  “What have you decided to do with her?” Reggie asked, throwing back a shot. Ty set another one in front of him without being asked.

  “Fuck her till she can’t fuckin’ walk right,” Shooter laughed.

  Sounded like a good plan to me.

  The door opened and a group of college-aged kids came inside. I glanced at the clock. Yeah, it was about the time that they started showing up. Things were about to get loud and busy. Rachel would have had time to shower and change by now. I got up and headed back to my room. It didn’t even occur to me to knock when I reached my door, and I opened it, pausing in the threshold when my gaze fell on Rachel jumping into her skin-tight jeans.

  Her large tits were bouncing up and down, too. Nice. If they’d been naked it would have been fucking nicer.

  “Don’t you believe in knocking?” she bitched, zipping up her jeans.

  I closed the door with a smile, taking in her shiny complexion and the soft thickness of her hair. Black hair and green eyes, what a fucking combination. “I don’t knock on my own doors.” She was wearing a black shirt with the shoulders cut out, and it tied at the waist. It was sexy as hell, but I wanted sexier. She’d need new clothes.

  Her gaze focused on the front of my pants. “I see you’ve been relieved.”

  I shrugged. “Rita has a tight cunt.” Something flickered in her eyes, but it happened so fast that I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it or not. I walked further into the room. “Sit.” I pointed to the bed.

  She moved hesitantly, as if she were nervous to be on the bed with me. Good. I wanted her nervous. No, I wanted her fucking terrified of me. I did bad shit, and though I didn’t want to break her spirit I needed her to listen when I said something. I patted the spot next to me.

  “Well,” she slowly began to lower her sweet ass down. “Since Rita has already taken care of you I guess I have nothing to worry about.”

  The second her ass settled on the bed I grabbed hold of her upper arms and pushed her down onto the bed, rolling over on top of her. She sucked in a breath, her eyes growing round, her body straining beneath me.

  “Get off me,” she said between her teeth.

  Green fire sparkled in her eyes as she tried to twist free. “You seem to be worried about my needs, and you should be. I’m not an old man, sweetheart. I like sex, and believe it or not, I can get it up more than once in an hour.” I was beginning to wonder if she was even listening to me, she was so focused on getting me off her. “I’d stop wiggling if I were you.”

  “Then get off me,” she hissed again. She knew she’d made a mistake the second she arched her lower body against mine in an obvious attempt to throw me off. Didn’t she know that never worked? Stilling instantly, she glared up at me, breathing hard.

  Oh yeah, she definitely knew that I was hard as fuck, and that worried her.

  I purposely ground my dick against her.

  “Have I got your attention, now?” She nodded. “Let’s get some shit sorted, sweetheart.” Fuck, it was hard to think with my dick nestled nice and snug between her legs. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would.”

  “You said you don’t rape women—”

  “I don’t. When the time comes you’ll want it as much as I do, I’ll make fucking sure of that.” I watched her mouth tighten, which I took as a challenge to do something about. I leaned in closer and ran my tongue over her bottom lip. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It won’t be that bad.”

  Her lips parted on a gasp, and I slipped my tongue inside her warm mouth. She bit down on my tongue sharply, sending a current of quick lightning straight down to my aching dick. I jerked back and glared down into her eyes for a second. She wanted to play rough? I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it, ignoring her whimper of pain. Then, because she tasted so warm and sweet, I ground my mouth down on hers.

  Fucking hell, I wanted more, and I knew Rachel did, too, as I felt her relax and she softened beneath me, and began to kiss me back. I knew I could easily persuade her into letting me fuck her. I wasn’t vain, but I knew how to please a woman in bed, and something told me that she was fighting herself more than she was fighting me.

  I ground my dick into the crevice between her thighs. Her responding moans just revved my engine to full throttle. If we’d had time I’d have stripped her bare and made her scream my name. I pulled back reluctantly.

  “You’re a fake, sweetheart,” I whispered against her swollen, wet lips. “I could have you naked and riding my cock in a fucking minute.” She began to shake her head, causing me to smile against her lips. “Yes.”

  “No.” Her tone was low and weak.

  I laughed out loud. She could say no all she wanted, but her soft, welcoming body was screaming yes. For now, though, I wouldn’t force the issue. I’d let her have her small victory until a better time presented itself. I didn’t want to rush our first time, as I knew that licking, kissing, and nibbling every fucking curvy inch of her luscious body was worth the wait.

  Besides, the club’s needs came before my needs. It always had and always would.

  I pulled back far enough to meet her eyes, which looked cloudy with arousal. “Time to go, sweetheart. You’re going to be working behind the bar. What you don’t know, Ty will teach you.” I pushed myself away from her body and got to my feet. She took my hand and I pulled her off the bed.

  “Is that what I’ll be doing while I’m here?”

  “Among
other things,” I replied, noticing the slight trembling of her bottom lip, which was still swollen from my nibbling. “You’ll do what needs to be done. Right now Ty needs help behind the bar.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You ready?”

  She nodded, and I reached for her hand. When we entered the bar I wasn’t surprised to see that it was fucking packed with some of the same faces I saw most weekends. I saw a lot of leather, but most of them were fucking wannabes hoping to get noticed. Sometimes it worked and we made one into a prospect, but it didn’t happen overnight. We watched them closely, observing how they interacted with others, how they handled themselves in staged confrontations, and how well they fought when fights broke out.

  The serious wannabes came every night of every weekend, and several times during the week. Friendships were gradually formed with the brothers, trust came in time, and then they were mentored. If someone couldn’t get a brother to vouch for them then they didn’t stand a shot in hell of becoming a member. The women went through a process too, mostly on their backs with their legs spread.

  As we made our way toward the bar I responded to several loud greetings from friends of the club who were more than just regulars out for a fucking good time. Ty was behind the bar, hopping around like a fucking bunny, trying to fill orders, keep glasses full and everyone happy. Three of the four stripper poles had a naked sweetbutt on them, doing their thing, and several of my brothers were getting lucky with some of the college girls who only came around on the weekends. College girls were fucking wild.

  “Got you some help, Ty.” I opened the side door and ushered Rachel in. “Rachel will be around to fill in where we need her for a while.”