“Good.” I took in the carnage. “Okay, listen up everyone!” It took about a minute for everyone to settle down and give me their attention. “Let’s clean up this shit. Strip off their cuts and burn them, then toss the bodies in the Death Vaders’ van and take them into the mountains. Stitch and BJ will come home with us for a proper burial. I want a full sweep of the area for any evidence that we were here, including those butts I’ve seen a few of you grind out on the ground. They have your DNA on it. Bulldog and Pit Bull, go back to the club and get the water truck. Wherever you find blood, saturate it into the ground. Take Rachel back with you.”
“What about their clubhouse?” Shooter asked. “Shouldn’t we check it out?”
“Why, you think there might be more Red Devils there?”
Shooter shrugged.
“No way we killed every fuckin’ Red Devil here today, but I guarantee if any of them had been at their clubhouse they would have shown up once they heard the war going on. Let whoever’s left come home and figure out they have no more fuckin’ club.” I turned to leave, saying over my shoulder, “I’ll meet you brothers back at the club. I’ve got something to see to.”
That something was my woman. I’d neglected Rachel long enough, and I needed to see her, feel her sweet curves against me. I needed inside her, needed to fuck the angry energy that came with this club shit out of me. I took quick strides to the van, passing the bodies of the two Death Vaders’. Reaching the back of the van, I saw the keys hanging out of the lock, and grinned. With a quick flick and a turn, I yanked the door open.
Chapter 24
RACHEL
The gun was in my hand and I was going to shoot the first wrong man who opened the van door. Finally, after what seemed like hours of gunfire and me screaming to be let out, I heard someone right outside the back door. I raised my weapon, fear causing me to tremble, as I listened to the keys working the lock and watched the door slowly open.
“Stone!” I ran to him with a cry of relief, so glad to see that he was still alive that I threw myself at him, nearly knocking him off his feet as he stepped up into the van. With a grunt he managed to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around me and crushing me to him all at the same time. “God, I was so fucking scared!” I mumbled against his chest.
“It’s over, babe.”
“Wildman is dead?”
“He will be by morning.” It occurred to me that neither of us wanted to let the other go. “Sweetheart, give me that fuckin’ gun before you shoot someone.”
I laughed softly and let Stone take the gun from me, but I refused to let him go. My hands curled into his cut, willing his body to meld with mine. I felt safe in his arms, he made me feel alive. The rush of adrenaline from my ordeal was shifting from fearful energy into burning desire. Before I knew what I was doing I stretched up on my toes and wrapped my arms around Stone’s neck, pulling him down to meet my lips. I may have caught him unaware, but with a grunt he gave me what I needed.
His lips crushed mine and his hands went to my hips. The slightest lift encouraged me to wrap my legs around his waist, and then my back was slamming against the van wall. Lightning struck and wildfire burned in our blood as we let the moment consume us. With bloodshed and death surrounding us it was wrong on so many levels, it was crazy, but seemed so natural. I could feel the raw power in Stone, and his need to possess. Nothing was going to stop us from consummating our need to feel something other than the destruction outside the van.
“Fuckin’ hell, I want inside you right now,” Stone rasped against the side of my neck.
“Then fuck me,” I encouraged, reaching for the front of his pants. “Fuck me, Stone.” I undid his snap.” Please! I need you!” I worked his zipper down and reached inside for his hard cock. “God, I need you so much. Right here, right now.” He pumped his flesh into my hand. “Make me feel good.” I whispered the words into his ear. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
Stone snarled and reached under my skirt, tearing away my panties, and then he was inside me, plunging away like a mad man out of control. It was hard, it was fast, and it was over within seconds as we succumbed to exploding orgasms of earth-shattering rapture. Panting heavily, we collapsed against each other. I lowered my legs, and Stone cupped the sides of my face to look into my eyes.
“Jesus, I forgot you’ve been shot.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s barely a scratch.” It burned like hell, but the bleeding had stopped. My mouth burned more, but that was only because of our rough kiss. “They, the Death Vaders, just showed up at the clubhouse, Stone. They—”
“We’ll talk about what went down later, babe. Just thankful you’re okay right now.” He stepped back and pulled my short skirt down, giving my ass a squeeze. “I’m going to send you back to the clubhouse with Pit Bull and Bulldog. You’ll be good till I get there?”
“Okay, yes.”
He kissed me. “Good. I have a lot of shit to clean up.”
Someone knocked loudly on the side of the van. “You two done, ah, talking in there?” There was noticeable humor in his tone. “We’re gettin’ ready to leave for the water truck.”
Stone shook his head with a resigned sigh. “Those two fuckers don’t miss a thing,” he smiled. “Yeah, we’re done, for now.”
The last two words were spoken softly, for my ears only. He took my hand and led me to the door. One of the twins assisted me down to the ground. At a distance from us I could see the carnage, but I quickly turned my gaze. I knew what had happened, I didn’t need to see it, too. The two brothers mounted their bikes. Stone and I had been so involved with each other that we hadn’t heard them approach earlier. He directed me to one of them and helped me get on.
“Guard her with your life.” His tone was hard, and there was an underlying threat that didn’t need further explanation. “And this is the only time my woman rides on the back of your bike, unless you want to leave Bulldog without a brother, brother.”
Both twins laughed and jump started their bikes. Pit Bull had a bitch seat with a back rest, so I didn’t have to wrap my arms around him. I wondered if Stone had chosen him to take me back to the club for that reason. I didn’t really care. I was just glad to be getting away from there. It was dark. It was quiet. The ride back to the club went without mishap on the lonely back roads we traveled.
Once I was back at the bar, I found myself surrounded by Maddie, some of the girls, and Ty. Their concern for me was touching, but I convinced them that I was okay, wondering to myself if I really was. Having a friend killed who was sitting right next to you, being knocked unconscious, kidnapped, and shot at could mess with your mind if you let it. Fucking Stone had grounded me back to a more pleasant reality.
A glance in the mirror behind the bar revealed that I had a bruise on my cheek, blood on the side of my head where I’d been pistol whipped, and blood all over my blouse. I knew Maddie would freak if I’d told her that was caused by being shot at, so I kept the news to myself.
“We were so worried about you,” Trudy said, wiping her eyes. “Some of the boys took right off after you.”
“But you were too far ahead of them,” Rhonda added.
“And then someone from Phantom Riders called to say you were with them and that you were okay,” Lulu explained, still in her barely-there dancing costume.
I wondered if that had been Hawk, after he’d locked me into the van.
“You need to let Ginger take a look at you,” Maddie insisted.
“I agree,” both Ty and Ginger spoke at the same time.
I didn’t bother to refuse, sitting on a stool while the club nurse ripped the material of my blouse where it had been grazed by the bullet. Once the wound was revealed and Ginger recognized it for what it was, she said, “You were lucky.” Then she moved on to examine my head. “You don’t need any stitches, but I do want to clean and put antibiotic cream on them after you get a shower, and I don’t think it will hurt for you to go on antibiotics for a week or so to avoid infec
tion. Okay?”
“Sure.” I glanced at Ty, who was watching us with quiet concern. “Jimmy—”
“All taken care of, honey, he was never here.”
I got Ty’s meaning. I wasn’t to bring up the incident to anyone outside the club.
“Sorry about your ex-boyfriend,” Maddie murmured and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about Ronald. “We’re bad news for men, huh?”
I didn’t respond to that. Jimmy had lost his life because he was here to see me, and now his family would never know what had happened to him. I would have to come to terms with that but it wouldn’t be easy. My hopes to borrow the money to pay Dark Menace back so that Maddie could move on with her life were further away than ever. She deserved to be free of Ronald’s debts, to be happy, but I didn’t know anyone else with that kind of money. I wondered if Stone would let her go and let me work off the debt alone.
“What about the biker—?”
“Looks like you, only worse,” Ty said with a slight smile. “Pissed they’d got the drop on him. He’ll be hurtin’ more when Prez gets a hold of him.”
No doubt, Stone was a hard man. I was relieved to find out that he was still alive. I closed my eyes for a minute to reflect on the day’s events. God, it could have turned out so much worse. There’d been a time during the shooting that it had sounded so war-like, two enemies determined to annihilate the other side to win the prize. I’d cringed inside the van, helpless to do anything but listen, knowing that I was the cause of it all.
If Wildman hadn’t been in my past, if he hadn’t wanted me…fuck, the tears wouldn’t help. Only Stone, and being in his arms, being claimed by him, would help. I heard something hit the bar and opened my eyes to see the glass Ty had set down in front of me.
“Looks like you need this.”
“Rachel, why don’t you go shower so that Ginger can treat your wounds?”
I smiled at Ty and Maddie, reached for the glass, and drank the contents down without knowing what it was. The coughing fit that ensued brought laughter, and someone hit me on my back, but none of that stopped the burn that settled in the middle of my stomach.
“What the hell, Ty?” My eyes were watering.
“You’ll thank me later,” he said.
It was brandy and I knew he was right, but right now I just hoped to make it through my shower and Ginger’s treatment before it took effect on my abused and tired body.
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STONE
Fuck, I was tired. We’d done everything we could to clean up the fucking evidence that there’d been a shootout at the old cemetery. Unless the law or Feds were specifically looking for something, they would be hard pressed to find anything. The ground was saturated, but it was with water, not blood, and it would dry up once the sun came up. During the whole fucking clean-up not one car had come by, which was a good sign that no one ventured down that part of the road. And why would they, when the factory had been abandoned for fucking years? There was nothing else around there for miles.
Getting back to the club was always a welcome feeling, and meant ramped-up emotions running high on adrenaline could be worked out, usually with a sweetbutt. Fighting, war, partying hard always seemed to end between their fucking legs. It wasn’t uncommon for the women to welcome the brothers back, and it wasn’t any different now. Most of the night was over, killing Wildman in the slowest and most fucking painful way that we could had taken hours of torture. In the end, seeing his face when we stuffed his nuts into his mouth right before Ripper gutted him, had been worth it. He’d never hurt Rachel or another human being again.
I brought the bottle of whiskey to my mouth and drank it down like water, trying to get the gruesome sight out of my head. Most of the men had already picked their fucking poison and were being led to their rooms by half-naked sweetbutts. They’d fuck like it was their last pussy for the next few hours, and come out looking reenergized and ready while the girls would look thoroughly used up.
Thinking about the fine pussy I had in my room, I headed there. I’d grab a shower and then bury my dick so far inside Rachel’s sweet cunt that she’d feel it for days. I thought about the fuck we’d had in the van, it had been rough and intense, and I’d come so hard that my dick was still tingling. That had been a fucking sweet surprise, and there’d been no way I could turn my woman down. She wanted my dick, I gave it to her no matter where, no matter when.
Jesus, I was sporting a fucking hard-on by the time I reached our door. I opened it slowly, thinking that Rachel might still be sleeping, disappointed to find the bed empty. Fuck, it was obvious that she’d slept there, she must be with Maddie. I continued to the bathroom and took a quick hot shower, hoping that by the time I was finished that she’d be back. I toweled dry and walked naked through the doorway, and paused.
Thank fuck, she’d come back and was in bed, covered up in the blankets. I let my hand drift down my body to my dick, taking the half-erect muscle at the root. I ran my hand up and down it a few times, squeezing it tightly in my fist. I groaned, thinking how fucking tight Rachel’s wet pussy would hug it and milk it dry.
I walked to the bed.
I didn’t care that my hair was still wet and dripping.
All I could think about was crawling beneath the covers, taking my woman by the hips, and ramming my dick home. I used the liquid leaking from the head of my cock as a lubricant, readying my flesh for the trip to fucking heaven. Not bothering to pull the blankets aside, I made my way beneath the mound until I came in contact with Rachel’s soft, warm nakedness. I might not even make it to her cunt before coming all over her like a randy teenager.
She moaned low when my hand found her ankle and drifted up her leg, then between her thighs, with every intention of testing her readiness for me, because once I got inside her I wasn’t stopping until my nuts were empty. But then the door to the room opened and I pulled my head from the blankets, ready to blast the fucker who dared enter my room without knocking first.
“Get the fuck out—” My gaze locked on to the shocked look in Rachel’s eyes. “What the fuck?” I snarled, ripping back the covers to expose Rita, laying there naked and laughing at the stunned looks on our faces. I was boiling with instant rage, and jumped from the bed. “Get out!” I snapped between my teeth. Her laugh grated on my nerves, and in that moment I wanted to kill the bitch.
“Doesn’t exactly look like you want me to leave,” she had the nerve to say, her eyes lingering on my dripping dick. “When I saw her leave--” Her gaze stabbed at a still silent Rachel, who was frozen at the door. “I figured you’d have no one to fuck the war and anger out of you like I know you like. I’ve always waited for you in your bed, Stone, or did you forget that? I know how you like to have your dick sucked, how you like to eat a pussy out, and you were within seconds of sticking your fingers inside me.”
That damn bitch! I knew she was going for the shock factor when her fingers began to play with her clit. “Your time at the clubhouse is done, Rita. Get. Out. Now.”
I could tell the bitch was going to drag this out for as long as possible, especially now that she knew she was out of the club. After tonight she had to go, something I should have done when Rachel first came here. Rita had always been a possessive whore, and once I’d cut her loose I should have fucking known that she would do everything she could to cause problems. She knew something I was only now figuring out—that I loved Rachel.
I fucking loved her.
It would be a miracle if this latest shit with the naked sweetbutt in my bed didn’t form a permanent wedge between Rachel and me, one that no amount of talking would fucking bridge. Jesus, before I could even tell Rachel how I felt about her I was going to lose her. Not because of the wild life I lived, or the fucking threat of danger, the constant chaos, but because of one whore who thought she wore my brand, and played dirty.
We were both naked, Christ, I still had a fucking hard-on, but it was for Rachel, always for her. Could things look any worse? The
thought that I would lose something good before I ever fucking had it made me want to destroy the woman staring up at me with a smirk on her face. I felt my hands curl into fists at my side, fighting the overpowering urge to wrap them around her skanky neck until there was no more breath in her body. She must have read my murderous thoughts, if the sudden pallor of her face was any indication.
Good.
Finally Rita understood the seriousness of her situation.
If I fucking lost Rachel over this, I was going to end her.
Chapter 25
RACHEL
I’d just gone to check on Maddie before returning to Stone’s room, hoping eagerly that he’d finished business and had come back and was waiting for me. Our fast, impromptu fuck in the van had only whet my appetite for more, and I wondered if I’d ever get enough of him. I was prepared to tell the bad-ass biker how I felt about him, whether he wanted to hear it or not. It wouldn’t change anything, but he needed to know.
And then I walked into this.
It took me a few minutes of watching the scene play out in front of me before I realized that I was frozen in the doorway. So many emotions rushed through me like a freight train out of control. The look of genuine anger on Stone’s face told me the truth, and a slow, blinding rage began to build inside of me, hardening me. I loved this man, and here he was trying not to kill the bitch that was doing her determined best to come between us. Well, I was over it.
I was over her.
I stepped inside the room, purposely keeping the door open. Stone’s gaze met mine as I slowly passed him and made my way to our bed with a determined purpose that I’m sure he recognized. The air was so thick with angst and distrust that you could practically see it, and you could definitely feel it. I focused my eyes on Rita, who’d moved into a semi-sitting position against the pillows. She was there and she wasn’t moving, her expression said to me.
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