Instigation: A Twisted Mayhem MC Novel

by Cat Mason

  “Jesus.” The breath rushes out of me so fast my head spins. “You’ve got a death wish.”

  He laughs long and hard, the deep, rich sound vibrating through my body, igniting a warm tingling that spreads all the way to my toes. I would bottle it up if I could. His fingers drop from my wrist and I instantly miss them. Knowingly, Schrader looks at me, his eyes dropping to my mouth. “Miss me?” He licks his lips, but makes no move to lean in for a kiss. Bastard. He is taunting me, silently daring me to make a move.

  “Didn’t even know you were gone,” I lie.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he winks, holding out his hand for me. “Let’s head inside. I’m starving.”

  Stepping forward, I slap his hand away. That same hand of his comes around my body as we walk, pulling me closer. Sliding down further, he pats my ass playfully, giving it a squeeze as we step through the opened doors. I hiss out a breath, my eyes frantically scanning the room to see if anyone has noticed. Thankfully, everyone seems to be too focused on the game of pool going on between Jinks and Jace to notice what is going on between Schrader and me.

  “I should probably get cleaned up before I eat,” Schrader says, gesturing down his body with his other hand. Releasing me, he takes a few steps, then hesitates. “If you change your mind about that strip down, you know where to find me.”

  “Don’t hold your breath, Big Boy,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Glancing back quickly, he beams at me, his smile wide and filled with panty melting confidence. “Shy baby, you couldn’t stay away if you tried,” he taunts, keeping his voice low.

  Not waiting for my response, Schrader saunters away from me and disappears down the hallway. Swallowing hard, my eyes stay locked on him, silently eating up the way the faded denim stretches across his fabulous ass until he fades from view.

  Once I can finally force my feet to move, I head straight for the kitchen. With the guys never failing to lick the pans from dinner like a bunch of starving college frat boys, Schrader is shit out of luck when it comes to leftovers.

  Grabbing some meat from the fridge, I begin alternating slices of turkey and ham on a slice of bread. After I add some cheese, lettuce, and tomato to the pile, I smother the other piece of bread with honey mustard. Slicing it in half, I plate it and place it on a tray before grabbing some chips and a couple beers.

  Walking out of the kitchen, I step out from behind the bar and make my way down the hall. Voices from my brother’s room have me stopping dead in my tracks. “I can’t believe this shit,” Jinks bites out angrily. “As if that piece of shit didn’t do enough damage before Ivy turned her gun on him.”

  “The deals he’s made behind the club’s back could fuckin’ bury us,” Colt responds. “It’s brought another goddamn Fed to our front door. That asshole ain’t goin’ anywhere anytime soon either.”

  “Let’s not forget the fact that it’s because of him we were all nearly blown off the goddamn map,” Jinks adds. “At this rate there won’t be a club left. All the brothers will either be in prison or buried out in Marshall Hills Cemetery.”

  “That’s not happenin’ while I hold the gavel,” Stone responds, his tone eerily calm. “We’ve just gotta stay two steps ahead.”

  My heart leaps into my throat right about the same time Colt peeks his head out the opened door and spots me frozen in place, holding the damn tray. I want to crawl into a hole and pull the dirt in with me.

  “Christ, Colt,” I huff, squaring my shoulders. “You tryin’ to scare me shitless?”

  “Hey, Shy. Thought I heard someone out here,” Colt says, his eyes dropping to the tray of food. Walking toward me, he swipes half the sandwich. “Thanks.”

  “Sure thing,” I breathe. “Dropping this off to Schrader,” I inform him, lifting the tray a little. “Then, headed to my room for the night. I’m wiped.”

  “You can always give me the rest of that sandwich,” he mumbles as he chews. “Schrader has to watch his figure.”

  “Mhm. I’ll keep that in mind.” Rolling my eyes, I start walking again. “Night, Colt.”

  I want to know what they were talking about, what Troy could have possibly done that was worse than what he did to Roanne and me, but I won’t ask. I already know Colt wouldn’t answer me if I did. It isn’t my place and the last thing I want is to upset him more than he already is.

  “Schrader?” Walking through the opened door, I find the room empty. Since my room is the only one on the main floor with its own private bath, I assume he is still cleaning up in the bathroom down the hall. Snatching one of the beers for myself, I place the tray on the bed and haul ass out of there before he comes back.

  Ducking into my room, I close the door behind me. Flipping the deadbolt Pop installed when I was a kid, I sag back against the door and sigh. “There you are.” Looking up, I meet Schrader’s eyes as his body fills the bathroom doorway. My eyes drop to his still damp chest and the silver barbells he has through his nipples that have driven me crazy for years, then lower still to where the little trail of dark blonde hair disappears beneath the blue towel tightly tucked around his hips.

  Fuck me.

  “You’re a mind reader.” Strutting toward me like he owns the damn place, he takes the beer from my fingers. Twisting off the cap, he tosses it to the top of my dresser before tipping the bottle to his lips.

  “What are you doing in my room?” I fire back. Pushing off the door, I duck around him and head for the brown recliner on the opposite side of the bed. I need to put some space between us.

  He makes a fucking show of looking down at his body, then back to me, his lips twitching. “Workin’ on my parallel parkin’ skills,” he snorts. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “I’m serious.” Dropping down into the chair, I scrub a hand over my face. “I’m not in the mood for anymore bullshit tonight, Schrader. I’m at my max.”

  Putting the bottle on the dresser, he steps closer. “Good.” He licks his lips. “Me neither.” Kneeling down in front of me, he runs his hands up my thighs. “We don’t need to talk at all.”

  “Think with your brain and not your dick. This is a bad idea,” I say, my hands dropping to his, stopping his movements. “Why are you still pushing this?”

  “Because I want you, Cheyenne.” His eyes search mine, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. Damn him. I hate when he tries to get inside my head.

  “No,” I argue, shaking my head. “You think you do, but I know better. One of us has to be realistic.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asks, pulling his hands free from mine.

  “It means that I’m fine with how things are,” I answer, my eyes dropping to my lap.

  “Oh yeah?” Pushing to his feet, he grabs my hands, yanking me up with him. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me to him. He leans in, his eyes intense and full of heat, his expression stone cold serious. “I’m not,” he growls against my mouth. “And I damn well plan to change that.”

  “Please stop,” I breathe, my resolve cracking like thin glass.

  “Stop what, Cheyenne?” he asks, his fingers sliding along the waistband of my pants. “Touching you?” Slipping his hand inside, he grips my ass, rocking me into his body, taunting me with every hard inch. “Tasting you?” His mouth runs along my neck, making me tremble. He smiles against my skin. “Not gonna happen.”

  “Sch—”

  “I want to hear the sounds you make when my mouth is on your pussy,” he continues, not waiting for the smartass response that is currently lodged in my throat. His lips brush my ear and I moan, unable to help myself. “But, most of all, I want to taste my name on those sweet lips when you come on my cock.”

  I don’t have any fight left in me. There is only need and a raging desire to plunge into the intensity of his kiss and to hell with the fucking consequences. I can worry about those later. Along with any regrets. Breathing deep, I force back my doubt and whisper the words I have secretly always wanted to say to this man. “Kiss me, Schrader.
”

  Chapter Ten

  Schrader

  Thank fuck.

  The second the words leave her lips, I take her mouth greedily. Shy’s arms come up, fingers diving into my hair, holding me to her tightly. It is a battle of lips, tongues, and teeth. The only goddamn fight I am happy to lose.

  Stepping back, I pull her down onto the bed, wanting to feel her body pressed into mine. Straddling my thighs, she grinds down on my cock. “Get fuckin’ naked,” I growl, tugging at her t-shirt.

  “You’re such a gentleman,” she moans into my neck breathlessly.

  “Baby, I never claimed to be.” I thrust my hips, my cock aching to be inside her. “Everything about me is x-rated.”

  Sitting up, Shy rips her shirt over her head, tossing it away to reveal the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone. The vibrant bright blue and purple butterfly wings are trimmed with black, the butterfly’s head is identical to the one on the back of every Mayhem member’s cut. My eyes drop to her tits. My cock throbs at the sight of her nipples straining against the dark blue lace of her bra. Like a man possessed, I flip her to her back. She gasps, but her eyes only darken further. Ripping the towel from my waist, I yank the sweatpants down her legs, taking her underwear with them.

  Bending down, I kiss her lips, my hand sliding down her body to cup her pussy. When my finger brushes her clit, she whimpers, her hips bucking up off the mattress. “Don’t come yet,” I warn, licking my lips. “I want your cunt grindin’ on my face and your lips around my cock.” Shy whimpers, her body trembling against mine. Taunting her, I slowly push two fingers inside her, my thumb lazily circling her clit. “I’m dyin’ to taste what I do to you.”

  Removing my hands from her body, I lie back on the bed. Climbing up the mattress, she shoves the pillows over and positions herself above me. Bending slightly, she quickly unclasps her bra and tosses it away, giving me a perfect view. Her goddamn tits are pierced with little black rhinestone pistols. “Great minds think alike, huh, Baby?”

  “Got mine way before you did,” she informs me, brushing her fingers over my chest.

  “They’re fuckin’ sexy.” Unable to help myself, I reach up and tease her nipple with my fingers. “Mmm.” Covering my hand with hers, she arches into my touch. “That feels so good.”

  “Come here.” Snaking my other arm around her waist, I pull her forward onto my waiting mouth.

  Cheyenne doesn’t miss a fucking beat. Wrapping her lips around my cock, she takes me deep into her mouth. Hell, yes. My hands drop to her hips, digging in my fingers while moving her body in rhythm with my mouth. My tongue goes to work on her clit, earning me a long, low moan that has my goddamn toes curling.

  Gripping my thighs tightly, she rolls her hips, attempting to control the pace. Sorry, not tonight, baby. My grip on her ass tightens, a silent warning to let her know that I am running this goddamn show. Her body shudders, each pleasure-filled moan only making me greedier. I want her to come, I need her to fucking crumble, all because of me. Because of what I do to her. Not fucking around anymore, I lick and suck at her clit like a motherfucking animal. I lose her mouth when she straightens her body and shifts her hips. “Ah! Oh God!” she cries out.

  The sexy little sounds she makes are enough to drive me insane. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue as if I need her screams to breathe. Planting her palms on my pelvis, she grinds down on my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. “Schrader!”

  Hell, yeah.

  My name on her lips sends me into a frenzy. She squeals as I shift my body, rolling us and pinning her beneath me. “Who knew Heaven could be so hot,” I growl, my eyes locked on hers. “I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” she nods.

  After she fumbles with the nightstand drawer for a condom, I am sheathed and ready to go in seconds. Settling between her thighs, I tease her with the head of my dick, but she is so wet and ready for me, that I can’t wait another second. I thrust into her hard, not able to tease either of us anymore.

  “Sonuvabitch,” I hiss, running my hand down her thigh, loving how her body trembles, but arches into my touch for more. “It’s so goddamn hot how your body reacts to mine.”

  “Touch me,” she pleads, reaching out for me. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

  Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her chest flush with mine. Digging her nails into my back, she clings to me tightly as I hammer into her. She kisses me, hard and deep and I eat it up greedily. I want more. So fucking much more. My head spins with the need to chase my orgasm. I can’t hold back.

  Shy’s pussy clamps down on me like a fucking vise. Ripping my lips free from hers, I fist her hair and bury my face in her neck. “Fuck,” I grunt, my hips bucking uncontrollably. “Pull the trigger, baby. Let go for me.”

  “Mmm,” she moans, digging her nails into my skin. “Fuck me.” Losing my balance mid-thrust, I collapse on top of her. Our bodies move together, pelvises grinding, hips slapping, hands and mouths exploring and tasting. “Oh God, Schrader! Yes!”

  Her orgasm sends me over the edge. Slamming my mouth to hers, I slow my hips, riding out the high as I swallow every pleasure-filled breath that leaves her lips. “Damn,” I huff, rolling onto my side as I catch my breath. Leaning up on my elbow, I reach out and tug at her nipple. “Don’t even think about gettin’ dressed. I’ll be back in ten.”

  Shy blinks. “What?”

  “Need to check in with Stone.” Climbing from the bed, I yank off the condom and toss it into the trash. “I won’t be long. You and me, we’re just gettin’ started.” Ducking into the bathroom, I grab my clean jeans and yank them on, leaving my boxers and other clothes in the pile.

  “There’s a tray in your room,” she shouts as I tug on my socks and boots. I can hear her moving around along with the rustling of the blankets. “That’s if Colt didn’t sneak in behind me and finish it off. Goodnight, Schrader.”

  When I walk back out, she is lying under the covers, with her back to me. Moving quickly, I snatch the covers away, revealing her still naked body. “Jesus, Schrader!” she screeches, sitting up and tugging at the blanket. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Shoving her back to the mattress, I press the heel of my hand to her clit and ease two fingers inside her. Shy grips my wrist tightly, but makes no effort to pull me away. “Do I have your attention?” Leaning down, I tease her lips with my tongue. “Mmm,” I hum when she whimpers softly. “You feel how tight your cunt grips me, baby?” Smiling, I grind my palm into her clit. Just as I knew she would, Cheyenne’s hips begin to move in time with my hand. “How your body reacts to mine?” Removing my fingers, I stare down at her as I lick them clean. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to soothe that ache, baby.” Shy inhales sharply, letting me know she gets the message loud and clear. Straightening, I adjust my hardening dick and force myself to leave the room.

  Walking up the hall, I grab the half sandwich and beer Shy left on my bed before stepping into Jinks’ self-proclaimed command center. “What’s up, assholes?”

  “Hey, Schrader,” Colt taunts, waggling his brows. “How was that shower?”

  “Hot,” I mutter, taking a bite of my sandwich.

  “Meet with Lorzano is set for tomorrow. Noon,” Stone says from his seat in the corner. “Though I’m sure he’s gonna be thrilled with the dead body you left him at the warehouse. Told you to case the place, not bust in and kill some stupid shithead.”

  “So,” I say, rolling my shoulders. “I’ll tell his ass the same as I’m tellin’ you. No one points a gun at my head and lives to tell about it. He drew on me, I put him down. End of story. You want me to tell Lorzano how it all went down? I’ll tuck him in nice and tight and read it to him like Dr. Seuss on a rainy night.”

  “Colt, Doc, Jet, and I are going. Hiccup and Jace handle the gate.” Leaning up, Stone braces his elbows on the black folding table in front of him. “Jinks will be runnin’ some shit of his own. Huck’s out handlin’ Connor.”

  “And I’m?”
I ask, knowing there’s no way he is leaving me here to sit on my ass and do fuck all while everyone else is busy digging into our problems.

  “You’re taking Shy down to meet with Hilster.”

  “You want Cheyenne to talk to the law?” Swallowing the last of my sandwich, I twist the top off my beer, taking a long drink as I let that idea settle in my mind. “Does Doc know about this shit?”

  Jinks clears his throat. “Already talked to Pop. Shy’s smart. She knows what to say and what to bury.”

  “I don’t fuckin’ like it,” I admit, being totally honest. “Since when do we involve the women in club business? You’d never dangle Ro on a hook.”

  “Don’t act like I’m throwin’ her to the goddamn wolves.” Gritting his teeth, Stone pushes to his feet. “The last Fed we had sniffin’ around had his own hidden agenda. One that put everyone at risk, especially the women. Hilster’s comin’ for Shy, and the rest of us, whether we like it or not. Either we beat him to the punch, or wait on the warrants. We aren’t askin’ her to walk into some situation she can’t handle.” He arches a brow. “We also aren’t sendin’ her in there alone. Doc’s only stipulation was you had to go with her.”

  “And you’re okay with this?” I ask, looking at Jinks.

  He shrugs. “My sister led the assault on an entire cabin of Hywood members with a shotgun and a goddamn pack of firecrackers,” Jinks says, spinning around to face his wall of computer screens. “At this point, I’m more worried about your safety than hers.”

  “Thanks,” I deadpan, though he is probably right. “Colt give you the wallet we got off that guy at the warehouse?”

  “Fake license,” he replies, his fingers clicking away. “Next time bring me back a finger. Makes it easier to get what I need.”

  “Why didn’t we think of that, Colt?” I ask sarcastically. “Jinks could run a forensic analysis on the dude’s finger. See where it’s been.”

  “McKelvy’s wife still sell Tupperware?” Colt snorts. “You’re gonna want to keep ‘em fresh.”