Where there's Smoke (The Devil's Apostles MC #1)

by Annie Buff

  “I’m gonna head out, see you in the morning.” He shook Smoke’s hand and wandered towards his bike when the voice of the Queen stopped him.

  “Zeke, you shouldn’t be on your bike after that much booze.” It was nice to have someone concerned for his well-being, but he’d ridden in worse shape. They all had at one time or another. He’d get home tonight just like he had before.

  “I’m alright, been worse.” Peyton shook her head and held out her hand, indicating she wanted his keys. He knew this was an argument he wasn’t going to win. She was right and resistance was futile. Funny how all the brothers including himself wouldn’t argue with her. They all knew they’d lose.

  Bones handed over his keys watching the corners of Peyton’s mouth turn up. She knew she was going to be the victor and seeing Bones relinquish his keys made her want to rub it in. She didn’t though, and she never would; but that little devil on her shoulder wanted her to.

  “Fine, you win but if you two are gonna fuck, can I please have some earplugs, I don’t know which one of you is louder. Jesus it’s like a porno, one I seriously don’t want to see. Her yes, your hairy ass, not a fucking chance!”

  Smoke let out a laugh to rival all laughs. Tonight he’d be extra loud just to bust his friend’s balls. Peyton liked him loud, liked his dirty mouth when they made love. Smoke liked it too, dirty talk got his woman even more excited and wet than she normally was. He had learned every nuance, every erogenous zone she had. She loved him coming up behind her, taking a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her neck. Peyton liked him rough, and for the longest time he hadn’t known any other way. She taught him how to be gentle and loving. How to take his time and really make love, not just fuck to get off.

  Bones had taken the sofa and was peacefully snoring just like their other houseguest so Smoke gathered Peyton in his arms and just held on. He knew it could have very easily been him on that makeshift surgical table. She hadn’t mentioned that but he knew it was in the back of her mind. There had never been a moment he had truly thought about giving up his patch until now. For Peyton, he would do anything including relinquishing his patch and walking away from this life he’d lived for too long.

  “Sweetness, I need to ask you something.” She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head against him. “Should I walk away? Give up my patch and try to start over, make a different kind of life so you don't have to stress all the time.”

  Peyton couldn’t believe what she was hearing; Smoke was asking if he should give up his world because she worried. She hated having to worry and stress every time one of them was out on business or there was a dispute with a rival MC, but never once had she considered asking him to leave. She knew deep down that Smoke needed this life; it was all he knew and she couldn’t fathom him not being the President of the Devil’s.

  “No Nero, I would never ask that of you. I couldn’t, this is my life now too and these idiots you ride with, well they’re my idiots too and I love them all. We’re going to get through all this and be ok.” She smiled up at him with a sultry grin, “Now that that’s settled I think you should have your face between my legs licking me until I come and then slide that big dick of yours in until I can’t take anymore. Fuck me like you mean it!”

  The look on his face was priceless and she knew he was going to do all that and more. Smoke threw her over his shoulder and laughed as she squealed when he spanked her backside and let his thumb rub between her legs as he carried her up the stairs. She had already started that soft moan, which made his cock harder than it already was.

  He had her naked on the bed with her legs over his shoulders, face buried deep between her legs lapping the juices that flowed so freely. He loved her this way; his tongue could lick both entrances. Peyton loved when he paid attention to the taboo place… her anus. They had begun to explore that with his tongue, fingers and small toys. She had never been entered that way and he knew he would have to be gentle when it came to that. His dick was way too big for that just now, he’d hurt her. Someday maybe, but for now he would use what made her quiver, his tongue.

  Smoke continued to suck her swollen clit while he slathered a lubricant on her anus so his fingers would slide in with ease. This particular one was a touch sensitive one that heated up as it was used. They had bought it when he asked about toys. The toy was a small glass bullet made specifically for the backside. One for beginners they said and after the first time she wanted it every time, especially when he took her from behind. His fingers slid in and out with the rhythm his tongue was using on her pussy and she was loudly whimpering and talking dirty to him.

  “Fuck yes, oh god my pussy is so hot for you. Damn Nero, I can’t wait to feel your cock in me.”

  He didn’t let her come, not just yet. She’d come with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb in her ass, or maybe the head of his thick cock if she wanted to try.

  She lay with her ass up and face on the pillow as he continued to lick and play. The lube had done the job and heated up causing her to continually moan and he loved those sounds. The single finger became two and slid simplistically in and out. Adding just a little more lubrication he tried for a third and it went in just as easily as the two. Smoke enjoyed the taboo of anal sex, it was a completely different sensation but he could never finish that way. Nothing felt as good as warm, wet pussy, especially hers.

  “Nero, try it. I wanna try.” He knew precisely what she was asking him to do. Reaching for a condom his fingers stayed in her, keeping up the pace she loved. He would come inside her, just how it was supposed to be and he wouldn’t put his dick in her if he wasn’t clean, so a condom for anal was a must.

  As the head breached her entrance, she made a pained sound, one that made him stop instantly. She wasn’t ready, not yet but one day they would succeed. Just not tonight and Smoke really didn’t care. If it never happened he would still love her for eternity, nobody ever made him feel the way she did every waking moment. He dropped the condom on the floor and rolled her on her back so she could see him.

  “God sweetness I love you so fucking much.” He told her as his dick slid in, stretching her to accommodate his thickness. She let out a pleasurable gasp, one he was used to hearing. That sound was music to his ears. Each time their bodies came together she would make that gasp he loved. Smoke liked to tease, to pull all the way out and just brush her lips with the tip of his cock, then quickly parting and slamming himself in balls deep. She drew blood, digging into his back with her nails. The pain was an aphrodisiac of sorts, making him even harder, more aroused. That left him teetering on the edge of oblivion.

  He knew she was close, he could feel it in her body. How her walls gripped him, her short, staggering breaths, and her legs. Right before she came she always wrapped them around him so she could feel all of him as he climaxed. Peyton told him there’s was nothing sexier than the sounds he made and how he shook. That she could feel him pulse inside her and how warm it was when his seed jetted into her.

  Her back started arch and her body clamped down on his as she went over, shouting and trembling in his arms. Smoke let it go, hollering her name and going rigid as his warm seed splashed deep within the woman he loved.

  He rolled, pulling her into his arms, loving the feel of her silken skin on his. Nothing could compare to how it felt having her here in his bed, in his arms… in his life. “Damn sweetness, what I wouldn’t give to put a baby in you. Some days it’s all I think about.”

  She had thought about it too, but she didn’t know it was on his mind as well. That small fact was something she was thankful for. Neither of them had used birth control together. She had missed her period but was afraid of how Smoke would react so she had avoided taking the test she’d bought at the market. In the morning she would take the pregnancy test and see what it said, then talk to Bones. He doctored the whole club; he could take care of her if she was in fact pregnant.

  Peyton blissfully slept in Smokes arms dreaming of a
round belly and her man holding a baby in his arms. The scene was stunning; with her swollen and him paying such special attention to her belly, and then it flipped to Smoke with a pink blanket in his arms and a tiny girl looking up at him. She had big blue eyes and wavy dark hair. In her dream they were all there taking turns holding her, but Rennie held on longer than the rest. There was an instant bond between he and the infant, then the dream faded into the night.

  Morning came and Bones went to see Rennie, making sure his patient was improving. He was, so much that he had brought himself downstairs and made coffee.

  “Morning Bones, coffee’s done.” Coffee was the blood of life for a doctor, he smiled remembering his residency. Those thirty six hour shifts were made bearable by liquid caffeine. Rennie smiled while he poured for them both.

  “They always that loud?” Renegade asked around his grin, “Smoke and the Queen I mean? I thought they were filming a porno down the hall.”

  “Yeah they are, hard to blame him though. Pretty sure I’d be just as loud if I had one like her, but damn I know what you mean. I’m probably just jealous though. I want exactly what they have.”

  Renegade did too; he hadn’t had that with his ex-wife. They got along ok for a while, but she never looked at him the way Peyton looked at Smoke. He had a slight twinge of jealousy too. He was happy for his brother; he just desperately wanted the very same thing.

  “Morning Smoke.” Bones said as his President meandered into the kitchen wearing a huge smile. They all knew why he was happy; they had all heard the play by play.

  “Jesus Christ man, what the hell were you doing to that girl? I’ve watched porn with less moaning.” Renegade said with a chuckle. He had a pretty good idea what he was doing to her and he knew Smoke wasn’t going to tell him. It was just entertaining to see the smile the President had from thinking about his tryst with Peyton.

  “Trying my best to knock her up, that’s what I was doing. Getting to feel her tremor and quiver in my arms is just a bonus, one I’m really into. Damn what that woman does to me. She has a way of making me feel things I didn’t know were possible.”

  That was a shocker, Smoke wanted to get Peyton pregnant? Wow! None of them had kids, at least not any they knew about and to hear those words coming from Smoke made Bones think.

  A New Devil

  Peyton stood in their bathroom staring at the stick she had just peed on, waiting. It said up to three minutes on the box. She wasn’t really sure what result she was hoping for. Smoke would be her forever love and having a family with him was something she definitely wanted. Peyton just wasn’t sure if now was such a good time to start.

  As the plus sign appeared in the window she smiled. She was most certainly pregnant and the happy tears had started. She put the cap on the stick and went to find Smoke. Peyton knew how much he wanted this; he had finally broke down and told her last night. It had to be something he wanted from the beginning because he never once used a condom. From the first time they made love they knew that they were destined to be together forever.

  With the capped test in her pocket she trotted downstairs to get some coffee and give her man the news. This should put smile on his face. The last twenty four hours had been horrible with the double cross and the guys being shot. Smoke needed some better news to start his day. Not that the earth shattering love making session they’d had wouldn’t keep him smiling, but a baby! That would be the icing on his cake! She and Smoke had made a baby.

  She found him in the kitchen at the table drinking coffee with Bones and Rennie. That was pretty much exactly where she expected to find him, coffee in one hand and his camel in the other. Peyton laid the stick down next to his cigarette pack, then got a cup for herself and sat next to him, waiting for him to realize what she had brought to him.

  It took a few seconds for it to register Peyton had just set a pregnancy test down next to him. Smoke wanted so badly to look and see a positive result, but it could be negative and that would hurt. He looked to her and saw her smile and knew he didn’t have to look but he did anyway just to be sure.

  “Oh sweetness! We’re sure? We really did it? We made a baby!” He jumped up, grabbing her and spinning her in a circle laying the biggest kiss of her life on her lips. Smoke had never been this happy in his adult life. He had everything he wanted, a family.

  He got the congratulatory handshakes from his two brothers. “Man I’m happy for you; I’ll find her a good OB.” Bones added, “I know a couple at the hospital.” Smoke didn’t want anyone outside the four of them at the table knowing. It was something Skinny could use against him and he would in no way jeopardize his child or his love.

  “No man gotta keep that between just us here. I can’t risk either Peyton or the baby so it’s gotta be you. Nobody outside this room can know yet. If we can’t get him by the time she’s showing then that’s different. But for now, please man can you do it?”

  Bones was no obstetrician but he’d figure out something. The first thing that was needed was to determine how far along she was. “When was your last period? That will help figure out how far into the pregnancy you are, then we’ll get you some prenatal vitamins.”

  The way they figured it, she was about six weeks along and because she wasn’t necessarily high risk he wasn’t overly concerned. He had a friend that was a midwife so if he needed questions answered he could call her. The prenatal vitamins could be purchased at the local drug store. So he told her where to go and suggested a healthy diet to follow, and lastly a hug. “I’m so excited for you both, Smoke will be a good dad and I know you’re going to be a superb mother. Just no bike! That’s going to be hard to explain.”

  She was aware that some of the brothers would ask questions so she had a way to handle that. “We just need to tell them. If they know don’t you think they’ll be more protective of me and Spawn, Smoke?”

  The spawn comment got them all laughing. It was funny. Smoke had thought about calling him or her squirt until they knew what they were having.

  “Sweetness, explain why you think so. I’m ok with it if you can give me a good reason as to why you think this.”

  Peyton had half a dozen reasons but only one stuck out in her mind. She just knew each one would lay down his life to protect her and her child. They did it for the club and since she had been crowned Queen of the Devil’s, Peyton just knew it would be ok.

  “Trust me Nero; those idiots I adore so much are all going to be uncles. Once I put it that way, don’t you think Spawn will be the most protected child ever?” She knew she was right, Smoke’s expression proved it.

  “Yeah sweetness, when you put it that way, I think you’re right, tell them at dinner tonight.” That sounded like a plan, one she had already worked out in her head. Burgers and dogs on the BBQ with some macaroni salad and corn on the cob. Then she would make the big announcement. In the meantime she would have Smoke take her to the superstore to get her vitamins and enough meat to feed her idiots, the ones she loved so very much.

  Peyton and Smoke took the short ride into town to get what she needed and have a quiet lunch. With so many brothers around finding private time was difficult. Smoke kept touching her belly, like he couldn’t believe they’d actually done it. The smile he’d had since this morning still hadn’t worn off.

  “What are you hoping for sweetness, boy or girl?” She honestly didn’t care as long as their baby was healthy, Peyton didn’t mind whatever they got.

  “All I want is a happy, healthy spawn. Boy or girl doesn’t matter. Just as long as it’s healthy I have no preference. What about you, I bet you want a boy don't you?”

  Smoke actually hoped for a girl that looked just like Peyton, even if they had a boy he wanted him to look like her. Smoke wouldn’t curse a child with his looks. He never thought he was anything but average, Peyton showed him he was beautiful. Even if he didn’t see it, she did and as long as she thought so that was all that mattered.

  Smoke wanted a girl and that was supremely surpr
ising. She’d dreamt about him holding a girl so just maybe they’d get one. Just the fact they’d gotten pregnant was incredible. He had told her one night he had done some much dope he thought it had made him sterile, and he was severely wrong.

  Smoke had been carrying his mother’s ring in his pocket for weeks trying to find the right time. He knew it had to be perfect. Never once had he ever considered putting it on anyone until Peyton. Every girl wanted the perfect proposal and he was bound and determined to do it right.

  Being aware he wasn’t the most romantic man in the world he had to enlist help to make this something she would never forget. Bones was the romantic so while his love was preparing the food, he would ask for the Doctor’s assistance.

  Bones was educated, knew the right words, how to say what he was feeling. Smokes words came out as a jumbled mess most of the time. He had to have his brother for this; he would know the precise way to make this flawless.

  Peyton went to work in the kitchen and Smoke went in search of his friend. He found Bones and Rennie sorting through papers. He noticed how some had Skinny’s name on them.

  “Whatcha got there?” Smoke asked them, hoping it was the information he’d been after for weeks and weeks. Renegade showed him what he’d discovered and where Skinny did some of his business.

  “It’s an old warehouse; my source says he stores stuff here like his dope and guns. There’re cameras hidden in the bushes and stuff. You don’t install cameras if ya ain’t got something to protect.”

  That was true; a video surveillance system wasn’t a cheap item so Smoke had to assume there was something in there worth keeping an eye on. He himself had spent thousands on surveillance for his home, the clubhouse and the cabin. He had kicked himself a hundred times for not setting the sensors and making sure the cameras were on the day that bastard had his goons come in and trash his place. There would be retribution, in the most heinous of ways.