by Chiah Wilder
“I’m not gonna have that shit in my place.” Red splotches flared up over Mac’s frowning face. “I’ll take care of this.”
Crow cleared his throat and pointed to Muerto, then himself. “We may know who you’re talkin’ about.”
Army pushed himself into the conversation. “I heard the bitch tried the same shit at our pool hall.” He glanced at Crow and Muerto. “You guys know her, right?”
“Does she have long black hair?” Muerto asked as dread wrapped around him.
“Down to her rounded ass that I’m planning to fuck hard. I’ll show the cunt what happens when she fucks over a biker. Get rid of the citizens, Mac. You’re closing shop. We’re pulling a train on the bitch. I’m gonna make sure I rough up all her holes.”
In biker vernacular, “pulling a train” meant all members had sex with a woman any way they wanted. In many of the outlaw clubs, it was the way to initiate a club girl. Being a club girl meant that the woman wore the MC’s “Property Of” patch. A woman who wanted to be a club girl knew the initiation process and agreed to be part of it. In some clubs, pulling a train was used as punishment for a woman who disrespected the brotherhood.
Muerto stood up. “I got this, dude. I know her. I’ll make it right.”
By that time, several more Fallen Slayers had come over to see why Brick was so riled up. Knuckles pounded one of his fists into the palm of his hand. “The cunt has to pay for disrespecting a brother. No one makes a fuckin’ fool out of a Fallen Slayer. And we don’t give a damn if it’s a bitch or a dude—they’re going down if they mess with us.”
“Knuckles, Brick, I got this.” Muerto started to go but Brandy grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Let the bitch fend for herself,” she said in a low voice. “You’ve warned her about doing this shit, so why break up a fun time over her?”
“Brandy’s right. She knows the consequence of doing this sort of thing. I wouldn’t get involved in it,” Jaime said softly.
“It sounds like this cunt has been warned, so this is probably the lesson she needs,” Knuckles said while Tequila, Griller, and Skeet nodded.
“We’ll take care of this. No reason to pull a train without the chick wanting it,” Army said.
“That’s the way we teach bitches a lesson when they disrespect the club,” Brick gritted, the vein in his temple pulsing. “You guys gonna stop us?” Several of the Fallen Slayers came over, their faces taut, their fists clenched.
“We’re just saying no one’s doing shit to anyone until we see what’s going on. And as long as we’re here, no one’s pulling a train unless the woman wants it,” Steel said as he walked over. “You got a problem with this, Roughneck?”
A strained silence fell between the two clubs, then Roughneck cleared his throat. “Make this right or we will.”
Tension squeezed every nerve in Muerto’s body as the battle between loyalty to the brotherhood waged with his feelings for Raven. I can’t have anything happen to her. Pulling his arm out of Brandy’s grasp, he said loudly, “I said I’d fuckin’ take care of this.” Turning his back to the group, he made his way to the pool tables.
Before he got to the area, he saw her bent over the table taking a shot. She looked so sexy in her jeans and crop top, her black hair cascading down her back. It looked like Indian ink as it shined under the brass light fixture. As he approached, her signature scent tantalized him. Right before she made the shot, he coughed loudly.
Jumping, she missed the ball. “What the fuck?” She whirled around angrily, her eyes glistening brightly, cold and metallic. Then when her gaze landed on his, she stopped dead in her tracks. “You made me miss that shot,” she said softly.
“And it’s a damn good thing I did. These guys are ready to strip your hide. Come on.” He grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the table.
“I haven’t finished the game yet.”
“Yeah you have.” He dragged her to the other side of the room, ignoring the jeers and glares. As she tried to break away from him, he tightened his grip.
Finally he stopped. “How much money did you win?” She shrugged. “Raven, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Where’s the money?” She crossed her arms and looked away. “Woman, even if I have to take all your clothes off to find it, I will. Now hand it over.”
Tossing her head, she said, “I keep my winnings in my bra, and I’m not going to give them to you.”
“Yeah you are, or I’m gonna take it. You got two seconds to make your choice.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She raised her chin.
“Really? Sweetheart, I’ve been wanting to touch your tits for a while now, so this is as good a time as any.” His hand skimmed her top.
“Wait! I’ll give it to you.” In one movement she retrieved the dough. “What’re you going to do with it?”
“Give it back. Do you realize you were playing against bikers? From the look on your face, I’ll take that as a no. Biker lesson one: When dudes wear leather vests with the name of an MC on the back and the guys are covered in tats, they’re bikers. And we don’t fuckin’ like being hustled. They’re ready to teach you a lesson you’d be lucky to survive. Why the fuck are you hustling? Do you wanna get yourself killed?”
“What do you care? I’m nothing to you.”
“What the fuck are you saying? If you didn’t mean something to me, I wouldn’t be explaining all this shit to you, and I wouldn’t have asked you to my mom’s goddamn birthday party. You’re the most infuriating woman.” He counted out the money. “How much did Brick lose?”
“Who?”
“The dude with the shaved head built like a brick house. Looks like he lives in the gym.”
“Oh. Him. A couple thousand. Why?”
“’Cause you’re giving it back. You’re giving all the money back to everyone you hustled.”
“And why would I do that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you wanna live, or you don’t want your pussy and asshole ripped to shreds?” When her face blanched, he knew he’d made his point. “Don’t move. Wait here.”
He walked over to the table where Brick and a couple of the other guys who lost money to Raven sat. “Here,” he said as he handed each of the men their bills.
“You hot for the bitch?” Brick asked as he shoved the money in his pocket.
“Not exactly.” Goldie, Crow, Chains, and Skull sniggered. Muerto threw them a dirty look. “She’s one of my tenants. I need the rent.”
Brick clapped Muerto’s shoulder and let out a loud laugh. “Don’t want you to go hungry, brother. And I don’t blame you for wanting to keep her pussy safe. She’s a looker, but she better never hustle in this county again. You tell her she got a freebie on account of you.”
“Yeah. We’re gonna take off.”
“What do you mean?” Jaime asked.
“You don’t need to go. You girls can stay with the others, but you should leave when the Night Rebels do. I’m gonna make sure Raven gets home okay.” He bumped fists with his brothers and the Fallen Slayer members, then went over to Raven. “We’re outta here. Consider yourself lucky as hell.”
“Thank you.” Her gray orbs gazed deeply at him, bewitching him, and then she smiled and an irresistible urge to kiss her seized him. Slipping her hand into his, she whispered, “Let’s go.”
For a split second he couldn’t move; he’d thought for sure she’d fight him, but she acted like she wanted to be with him. Nodding, he squeezed her hand and led her outside.
“Give me your keys.” Again, without argument, she handed them over. After closing her door, he slipped into the driver seat, and soon they were on the freeway heading back to Alina.
“I was surprised to see you tonight,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Likewise. Why the hell did you do that shit tonight? Do you need money?” He glanced at her sideways and saw her turn her head to look out the window. Miles of rocky sand and sagebrush blurred by. Not prodding her,
he waited for her to speak as he counted the mile markers on the side of the road, lighting up when the headlights shone on them.
After a long while, she said in a voice he could barely hear, “I needed the money to get to Denver to deliver my paintings. Things are a little tight right now, and I didn’t want to lose the opportunity.”
“Why didn’t you come to me? I would’ve loaned you the money.”
She stared straight ahead. “All my life I’ve never asked anyone for anything. My dad and I fended for ourselves. It never occurred to me to ask you or anyone else for help. It’s just not my way.”
“Sometimes you have to. Is your business slow?”
“No. It’s just that I have a lot of expenses, and I send money home to my dad.”
He looked at her. “I thought he was doing okay.”
“He is, but sometimes he spends all of his allowance and hates asking Wanda for more, so I send him something to tie him over until the next month. I don’t do it all the time.”
“Next time, just ask me and I’ll loan it to you. What you’re doing is fuckin’ dangerous and stupid, and it’s going to wind up getting you seriously hurt or killed. If I hadn’t been there tonight, you’d have found yourself in a real fucked-up situation. Promise me you’ll stop hustling.” He glanced at her, her gaze now on him. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Grasping her hand, he squeezed it.
“You know, I didn’t know you cared. It makes me feel weird in a good way that I have someone who cares and is looking out for me. My dad took care of me the best way he knew how, but sometimes I felt like I was crimping his style, holding him back from the kind of life that he really wanted to lead. I don’t know. With you, I feel something. I’m drawn to you, and I think you are to me too.” Her voice was soft like velvet as it covered him with tenderness.
Not thinking, he pulled over to the shoulder of the freeway and tugged her to him. A surprised yelp slipped from her throat before he pressed his lips to hers, devouring their softness. His tongue dove into the sweet depths of her mouth, her enticing scent flooding his senses.
Clasping her hands on either side of his face, she pulled him closer until there was no space left between them. In that moment, as she kissed him back, his brain lit on fire and heat roared through him. He was addicted.
Pulling back, a small smile danced on her wet lips as her silvery orbs glimmered. “We should probably get back on the road.”
Nodding, he merged back onto the freeway. After he tuned the radio to the only station he could find—country—he clasped her hand in his and looked up at the carpet of blinking stars. I’m fuckin’ hooked on her and I haven’t even fucked her. I’ve never felt like this before. Clutching her hand, he glanced at her and smiled when she grinned devilishly. His foot pressed the accelerator to the floor; he couldn’t get back to Alina soon enough.
Chapter Fifteen
As Raven slipped the key into her door, she glanced over her shoulder and looked up at him. “Do you want to come in?”
“You gonna cut off my balls?” he asked as he nipped the side of her neck, then peppered it with small kisses.
Electric tingles skated along her skin and she shivered. “I’m planning to do a lot more than that.” The door swung open and they were bathed in the soft light from the living room. Sooty rubbed against her, purring while her big eyes fixed warily on Muerto. When Raven bent over to pick up Sooty, her behind brushed against Muerto’s legs, his sharp intake of breath telling her that he was going to stay.
Since he’d asked her to go with him to his mother’s birthday party, her stomach would clench and twist each time she thought of him. And the way he’d swooped in and taken her out of the arms of danger earlier in the night made her hope that he felt something more than lust for her. Lust was there for her as well, but she also liked this rough-and-tumble kind of man. Excitement and unpredictable went hand in hand with what she knew of his personality and lifestyle, pulling her tighter into his net of sexiness, power, and desire.
“Get comfortable and have a seat. I’ll get us some drinks. Whiskey or tequila?” she asked as she walked to the kitchen, Sooty padding behind her.
“Whiskey.” The deepness of his voice stroked her. While she took out the bottle of Jack Daniels, she heard two loud thuds coming from the living room. “You okay?” Stretching up, she grabbed two glasses.
“Yeah. Just kicked off my boots.”
I love that he’s comfortable with me. And fuck, can he kiss. Quivers danced in her stomach when she recalled the heated kiss he gave her on the side of the freeway. She couldn’t believe how intense it was. She had never known a man as blunt, spontaneous, or confident as Muerto. Brent would never have pulled over like that. He’d have worried that someone might hit the car. When he’d first pulled to the side of the road, she thought there’d been a problem with the car, but when he drew her into his arms and kissed her, her body went into overdrive. The more heated his kiss became, the faster she melted. It was incredible.
“Need some help?” his voice cut in on her thoughts.
“I got it. Thanks. Coming.” After replenishing Sooty’s dish with more food, she went into the living room and placed the bottle and glasses on the table.
When she sat down, his arm immediately moved around her shoulders, nudging her closer to him. Leaning into him, she breathed in his leather and soap scent, the one she had determined was one of her favorites. Light strokes brushed away her hair from her neck, and she looked at him, her heart skipping a beat when his gaze fell to the creamy expanse of her neck. Bending down, his lips pressed against her skin and shivers danced through her.
“You have such soft skin. It fuckin’ drives me crazy, woman.” His breath was hot on her neck, and as the kisses became more passionate, tiny whimpers escaped from her parted lips. Moving his mouth near her ear, his lips grazed her earlobe. “You have me wanting to do nasty things to you.”
His words landed right between her legs, and she clenched them together to relieve some of the aching. Muerto’s knowing chuckle only made it worse. “I think we should cool off a bit with a drink,” she murmured against his lips as she pushed back slightly. Picking up the bottle of Jack, she opened it, poured them a drink, and leaned back against the couch. “Cheers.” She clinked her glass against his.
“To a fun night.” He winked at her as he brought the glass to his lips.
As they sat next to each other, drinking whiskey, all she could think about was the hot-as-sin biker beside her. The heat from his desire radiated from him, making her senses spin. His fingers brushed her midriff right under the hem of her crop top. With her pulse pounding in her ears, she held her breath in anticipation but his hand merely rested on her ribs, scorching her skin, teasing her.
“When do you have to send your paintings to the gallery in Denver?” he asked casually.
“Next week.” She was too aware of his hand on her exposed skin.
“You gonna drive or mail them?”
“Not sure now that I don’t have the money. I’d prefer to mail them.”
“When you’re done, give ’em to me. I’ll take care of it.” Two of his fingers slipped under the hem of her top. Sucking in her breath, she nodded. “Did you think about getting a vendor booth at the upcoming rally?”
“Yeah.” His fingers singed her skin as they crept very slowly upward underneath her top.
“Did you ever call Breanna?” He took another gulp of his drink.
“Not yet,” she answered tightly. He’s right under my boob. How the fuck can he be sitting here talking like nothing’s happening? I’m dying here.
“Make sure you do. She’s really nice.” He stroked the underside of her breast and she moaned. “You like that?” he asked thickly.
“Yeah.”
When his index finger flicked against her hardening nipple, she squirmed in her seat, the jolt of pleasure hitting her right in her wet pussy. She was a hot mess and all she wanted was for him to fuck her. Hard. Deep
. Rough. In one fluid motion, she turned so that she was astride him, her hands raking through his thick hair. Without missing a beat, he lifted her top and brought his mouth to her tits, tasting, biting, and sucking them. Arching her back, she pushed them into his face, loving the feel of his tongue as it teased her buds to reddened points.
“That feels awesome,” she sighed. Underneath her butt, she could feel his hardness; she wanted to touch it, suck it, taste him. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she rasped. She stood and a startled cry rang out when he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
The minute he put her on her feet, he yanked her to him, kissing her passionately, his tongue delving in deep as his hands trailed down her back and tried to dip inside her jeans. “These are too fuckin’ tight,” he growled as he fumbled in the front until he found the zipper. “And take this off. I want to see your tits, sweetheart.”
She flung the top over her head and it landed halfway off the bed. Bothered by his bold and frank stare at her breasts, she instinctively covered them with her arms.
“Why’re you covering your tits? They’re gorgeous.” He untangled her arms and whistled softly. “So beautiful, and they’re mine.” Cupping the underside of each breast, he pushed them up and bent down to lick their creamy tops. Running his tongue over them, he gently sucked in each nipple, nipping them with his teeth.
As he played with her breasts, his hands dipped inside her jeans, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them hard. “You’ve got such a luscious ass,” he said against her tits.
Groaning, she tugged his head up and brought his face closer to hers. Her tongue tangled with his as she humped his denim-clad leg. He shoved her jeans down and they puddled at her feet.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said as he fisted her hair. “I wanna see all of you.” Taking a couple of steps back, his gaze swept over her. “Take off your panties,” he ordered.
