Beast: A Steele Riders MC Novel

by Steele, C. M.

  “I wonder…God, I hope he’s not involved.”

  “Unfortunately, that’s not something we believe. We hoped that he’d tell you more while he was with you.”

  “I’m sorry. I wish he did, but if I’d found out, I would have killed the bastard right there.” I clench my fists in rage, wishing I could have gotten away with killing him myself.

  “We tried to put a trace on his vehicle, but we couldn’t get the warrant in time. He left your office too soon, and then we lost him in the Dallas freeway.” Lewis grunts in frustration, nodding in agreement with Greenlee’s words.

  “Don’t you have trackers on all of your vehicles?” Cyber asks.

  “Yes, but today was his day off. He had his own vehicle,” Lewis tells him.

  “Damn. So what’s your game plan? I’m probably going to need more security.” I finish that last part almost to myself.

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Boomer mutters.

  I turn to my longtime friend and shrug. “Sorry, but I need to keep Mary protected at all times. I’m not going to let anyone endanger her.”

  “We can add our own police.”

  “Sorry, Detective Lewis, but that’s a hell no. If I can’t trust people close to me, there’s no way I’ll trust someone who probably worked with Spencer.”

  “I figured you’d say that.”

  “We’ll do our best to find him. We’re sorry,” Greenlee adds.

  “Thanks for driving out here to break the news to me.” I huff out a sigh.

  “No problem. If something happens to you, the media will be all over our ass. We don’t want to deal with that. We’ll be going. We have to find his ex-wife. She’s missing as well.”

  “Really?” I’m completely baffled about that one. I hadn’t even thought about her in this.

  “Yes, but that bothers us even more. What if he’s done something to her?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never met her, but Spencer didn’t seem to have anything negative to say about her the few times he mentioned her.”

  “Thanks again, DA Brandon.” Greenlee stands, outstretching his hand. I shake it and then Lewis’s hand. I walk them out and then come back inside.

  When I come back in, Cyber waves a device. “I’ve already swept the area to see if they added a listening device. They didn’t.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Everything is good. He reacted just as expected. Tomorrow’s the shipment date for a load of heroin. Border Patrol received an anonymous tip.”

  “Oh, wonderful. Now, if you’ll get out of my house so I can fuck my wife, that would be great.”

  “We’ll have guys around the perimeter all night just to keep up appearances,” Boomer says before marching into the kitchen. A minute later, a giggling Crystal is being carried out in his arms.

  “Have a good night. I know we will,” she squeals as they leave. Cyber smirks and then closes the door behind him. I double lock it and then look for my woman who’s still in the kitchen.

  “We’re alone.”

  “I know, but dinner’s almost done. So we’ll eat, and then you can bend me over the table and fuck my brains out.”

  “How long do we have until it’s done?”

  “Ten minutes.”

  “Then we have plenty of time.” I grab her around the waist, dragging her mouth to mine before spinning her around with her ass against my stiff dick. Skimming my hands down her arms and around her front, I unbutton her pants, dip my thumbs inside, and pull them off. She steps out of the rest. I lower my slacks down to my thighs, freeing my achingly hard cock. Nudging her panties to the side, I rub my tip against her folds, testing her need.

  A little shiver of delight runs through her body, and then I take what’s mine. Bending her over the kitchen island, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy in one long stroke. “Ahh,” she moans, pushing her ass back to impale herself on my shaft. Reaching up, I lift off her blouse and grab her bra covered tits, holding onto them as I fuck her hard and fast.

  “That’s it, Mary. I want you to come around my cock.”

  “Fuck, William. So good.” She squeezes her walls fiercely around my length as I pinch her nipples.

  “I love taking you like this. Your round ass bouncing on my dick like you want it.”

  “I always want it. Give it to me.” I pump harder, rocking the damn island and knocking over a bottle of water. Pressing my hand into the pool of water on the surface, I lean back and spank her pretty ass with my wet hand.

  “I’m coming. Shit. Again, Beast. Spank me.” I repeat it on the other ass cheek, emptying my own load of come into her. Breathless, I pull out of her pussy and adjust her panties to catch most of my come.

  “Ooh, we still have three minutes.”

  “Well, in that case, let me clean up your cock.” She grabs the water bottle, dribbling a little bit of the water on my shaft as she sucks on the tip.

  “Good girl. You need to stay hydrated.” I grip her hair, dragging my fingers along her scalp and lead her head down to my cock. Her cheeks hollow out as she continues to suck me off. I’m about to come again. Taking me as far as she can go, she strokes the rest of my shaft with her hand. “Shit, I’m about to give you a special drink.”

  “Good, I’m thirsty.” On those words, I shoot my load. She swallows every drop before standing like she didn’t just suck out my soul. Smiling, she adds, “Dinner’s done.”

  “So am I.” I’m boneless as I try to stand, leaning against the counter. I don’t know what’s come over her, but I love it.

  Chapter 20

  Beast

  I exit the courtroom to a crowd of microphones, phones, and cameras. “DA Brandon, are you relieved that Francisco Soto is dead?”

  “Can we get a comment?”

  “What? Excuse me.” I push past them because I don’t even know what’s going on. I’ve been in court since eight. Although I’m guessing they found the bodies this morning.

  “DA Brandon.” They continue to shout, but I don’t have any patience for this. I whip out my phone and walk to my SUV. I have two Riders who wait for me to drive off before they jump in their pickup to follow behind.

  “Call Sweet Felony.” My Bluetooth in the car dials Mary because I need to hear from her before I go into the office.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “I love you. Have you heard the news?”

  “No.”

  “Francisco Soto is dead, and so is Detective Spencer. They killed each other according to speculation.”

  “Oh, wow. I knew he was shady.” She doesn’t know the extent of Spencer’s involvement, but she’s aware that he was helping Serrano.

  “I feel so much better now. A tiny bit safer.”

  “I’m glad for that. At least something good comes from their deaths, but enough about them. I want to talk about you.”

  “I’m aching today in all the right places, and I want you to come home because I’m feeling really horny. I want your big dick down my throat while you fuck my face.”

  “Fuck, are you trying to make me crash?”

  “Oh shit. You’re driving?”

  “Yeah. Sorry, I should have said that.” My cock is like a steel rod right now. Luckily, I only have two more blocks. “I think you just enjoy getting me hard when I can’t do anything about it.”

  “Are you going to punish me?”

  “Damn right. I’m going to come down your throat, and then I’m going to spread you out and take my time dragging several orgasms from your pussy before I bury my cock deep in your ass.”

  “I’ll be ready when you get home. I love you.” She ends the call with a giggle. I love that she’s constantly giddy and horny. Damn. I love her pregnant. I’m going to have to keep her that way.

  When I get into my parking spot, I see a crowd of reporters waiting for me. Adjusting my dick, I jump out of my new SUV and grab my leather messenger bag.

  “Can we get a comment, DA Brandon?”

  I stop and clear my
throat. “My wife just informed me of the deaths after seeing it on TV. Sorry. I’m still processing the news. It’s sad to lose a friend. However, the one responsible for the attack on my wife and myself won’t be around to try again, so I’m grateful for that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have a lot of work to do.” I enter the building and to my office suite.

  It takes about two hours before Erica buzzes my phone. “Yes?” I ask.

  “Sorry, sir. DA Madden is here along with two detectives to see you.”

  “Okay. Send them in.”

  I stand and greet them as they walk in. “DA Madden, Detectives Greenlee, Lewis. I’ve just heard the news.”

  “Yes. Unfortunately, we’ve learned some disturbing information about Spencer’s behavior. After examining his home last night, we found his ex-wife. She’s in the hospital after being held captive by Spencer. Apparently, he was still obsessed with her.”

  “I hope she’s going to make it.”

  “Yes, most of her wounds are superficial. A lot of bruising, but I’m sure the emotional wounds are going to take the longest to heal.”

  “So, what actually happened?”

  “You know the call he sent to voicemail came from Francisco Soto. A string of texts shows that he was asking for help to get out of the country and drugs. He was losing it. He’d been hiding out in abandoned buildings and in a drug house.”

  “Wow. I had no idea he used drugs. He used to be skittish around me, and it drove me nuts, but I can’t believe he had a drug problem.”

  “It’s unfortunate. Some of the best people can fall into that trap with one dumb decision. We’d like to say the threat is over for you and your wife, but we also learned that Spencer had ties to the cartels. Nothing concrete, but we have our suspicions.”

  “I’m trying to process all of this. Just a few months ago, I was singing Spencer’s praises for bringing my wife to me. Now I learn I’d been his mark the whole time.”

  “We’re sorry. We have a lot to go over with the media.”

  “Again. We’re truly sorry.” They walk out while I get back to work. I’m trying not to think about how I’d been betrayed, but despite the fact that they’re both dead, their actions still fuck with my sense of well-being.

  A minute later, a message shoots to my phone. It’s from Mary. My pussy aches for you. Come home soon. Dinner will be late tonight.

  Working hard, I clear my desk and leave ten minutes earlier than expected. I need my wife naked and coming on my dick.

  I’m almost to the house when Cyber calls. “Line’s clear. Can you stop into the clubhouse? There’s something we want you to see.”

  Damn it. I drive to the clubhouse and meet with the whole crew.

  “We set up a special listening device just outside their meeting area in the middle of the desert that we didn’t let the cops get ahold of.” Everything worked according to plan.

  They cue it up.

  “You came to the wrong person Francisco. I can’t have you telling everyone my involvement with Cortes.” Spencer’s voice is filled with vitriol and crazy. The man was a total psychopath.

  “I swear. I…I…I…never said anything.”

  “But you can if they get their hands on you, and everyone is looking for you.”

  “I’m not going to let you.”

  “Whoa. Where did you get that gun?”

  “I stole it.” A newfound confidence can be heard in Francisco’s voice.

  “Are you working for the cartel now?”

  “Maybe I am. Maybe they’re watching.”

  “So you made me come out here so that you could kill me? Is this your way in? You fucking loser addict! If you kill me, your sister is dead. No one knows where she is.”

  “She can handle herself.” I can’t tell who fired first, but the sound of two gunshots go off and loud thumps, which is probably the bodies hitting the ground. I can hear sounds of sand moving, and I’m guessing it’s the sound of one of them crawling.

  “Well, I guess Francisco didn’t underestimate, Spencer.”

  “We knew that Spencer had no intention of letting him live, but Soto thought if he played ball that he could run as soon as Spencer was arrested.”

  “Yeah, he wouldn’t have lasted another day out in the desert if he didn’t follow our requests.” We set the meeting up and brought Francisco with the help of some less than reputable friends.

  “The policed tied the gun to Shawn Gates.”

  “It must have been what they were looking for in his room or at least a bonus weapon. His parents didn’t know he owned one from what Law learned while sniffing around today.”

  “A stolen gun could come in handy when trying to commit murders.” Damn, I wish the bastard was still alive, so I could kill him myself.

  Epilogue

  Beast

  I rub my baby's soft head, kissing the fuzz as his mommy rests on our bed. It's been two days since Will was born. I never thought that I would have a son and that I'd name him after me, but Mary made me fall in love with my own name, especially when it comes from her lips. She's the most enchanting woman in the world. "Come on, son. We have some documents to go over, and I'm going to need to train you as my new assistant." He looks up at me with sleepy eyes not understanding a word I'm saying. "Fine, I'll give you the day off, but I expect you to start shaping up, mister." I carry him down to my office where his bassinet is and set him inside while I work. Mary needs all the sleep she can get after bringing this little guy into our lives after twenty hours of labor. I started to worry that they'd have to cut him out, but apparently, not all women were like Crystal having the baby on the side of the road.

  Once he's settled, I get to work on my latest venture. We're still after the cartel, but like any criminal organization, taking out the leader only gives way for a new man in charge. It’s been the wildest nine months of my life and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

  I work for what feels like minutes, but by the sun setting, I’d say at least three hours have passed. The sun doesn’t set until eight at night during these scorching Texas summers, but it’s been a wonderful day. The movement in the bassinet tells me that I better start taking him to mommy for some food and see if she’d like a late dinner. With three new restaurants in the area, we have more options for takeout which helps with this one.

  “Come on. Are we ready to see momma?” He doesn’t answer me, which I find rude and I tell him. “You know? Am I going to have these one-sided conversations for a long time or what?”

  “I’m guessing at least a year.”

  “Babe, what are you doing out of bed?”

  “My boobs started to hurt, so I came in here to see if he was hungry.”

  “I’m sorry. We were just about to go get you.”

  "Let's get you situated."

  "How about in the living room? I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the bed most of the time."

  "Funny, I don’t recall you being claustrophobic while we were making him."

  "Yep. Well, I have to stay still. With you, I got a full workout and needed to lay down."

  I grab pillows from one side of the sofa to help prop her up in a comfortable position. Breastfeeding is no easy task. "I'll bring your water jug." She has a mini, keg-like water bottle that she has to drink while feeding the baby to stay hydrated. I pick it up and fill it a little more than halfway. As I come back into the room, I see my boy working hard to get his fill. He's growing fast. Two days and I swear he feels heavier.

  "Do you need anything else?"

  "Just you. Unless you're busy or uncomfortable."

  "Never when it comes to you. Only a little envious," he says, swiping his tongue over his lips.

  "Dirty old man."

  "Damn right. Now let me hold you both." His arm comes around me as I cradle our son to my chest, and we both relax together. It's a perfect moment that I hope stays that way. Life has been too hectic for so long that it's nice to go a day without any drama. Well, I supp
ose with a baby it's a new set of dramas and a hectic lifestyle.

  I love my family and can’t wait to add to it. Five weeks and five days to go.

  Epilogue

  Mary

  A year later

  Six months pregnant with baby number two is no different than the first. I’m so horny that I can’t wait for William to get home from work. I look at the clock several times, and it’s frustrating. It’s only twelve. He’s in court all day. “Ugh.” I plop myself onto the sofa.

  Our baby is napping in his room, so I bust out my tablet and open up a favorite re-read Mine by Elena M. Reyes. Being the wife of a DA, I shouldn’t be reading about antiheroes, but I love Thiago and his wicked ways. Shit, I’m overheated, and I haven’t even started reading.

  Three hours later, I’ve finished the book, and now I’m more bothered than I was this morning. Luckily the baby helps keep my mind off of sex. He’s happily playing on the floor on one of his awesome playmats that I got from Roxie on his birthday. I love my son and my other boy who’s on his way.

  My phone rings on the coffee table, echoing too loudly, scaring the baby. He cries as I answer it. “Hey, baby. Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, the phone startled him.”

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  “It’s okay.” Will crawls to me, and I scoop him up. “He’s all better now.” I look at our son and he’s staring at the phone, reaching for it. “Do you want to say hi to daddy?”

  “Dada.”

  “Oh, my goodness. Did you hear him?”

  “Yes. It’s about time.”

  “Dada?” Will coos while trying to take the phone.

  “Yes, it’s daddy.” He giggles when he hears daddy talking to him. Will gives my phone an open-mouthed, slobbery kiss, so I gently take it away and wipe it on my pants.

  “Sorry, I don’t know what you were saying to him, but he decided to paint my phone with his tongue.”

  “Oops. I said, ‘give momma kisses for me.’ You know what?”

  “Hmm? What?”

  “I can’t wait to paint your pussy tonight with my tongue.”