Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)

by LeAnn Ashers

  “I told you no fuckwad!” I scream.

  One of the men who was on stage yells and jumps down and thunders over to me. I see something move past me and stop the guy. I would know that butt anywhere. Jordan. He cocks his fist back and knocks the guy out, just like that.

  My jaw hits the floor and I look to the girls, who look as shocked as I do. The man hits the floor, and Kyle climbs onto the stage and goes to a side door. He peers his head in, and the man who announced earlier pops out.

  He brings the microphone up. “We have some technical difficulties. The main event will be out soon and give you the show of your life.”

  The women scream again, and disaster is averted.

  Jordan climbs off the stage and looks at the man, who is now sitting up, still holding his junk. Then the man takes off running. Jordan grabs my hand, pulls me out of my seat, bends down, and throws me over his shoulder.

  “Bye, Alisha!” all the girls call at once.

  I smile before waving goodbye.

  Jordan walks right out of the room, and I feel way too many stares, but I don’t care. Jordan’s butt looks really nice from up here. I snake my hand into the back of his jeans and pinch his butt.

  Whack! His palm hits me hard on the ass. “Behave!” he growls loudly.

  I giggle. Should I poke the bear? Yes, I should. I rub the spot I pinched through his jeans, and he smacks me again but on the other cheek.

  He walks out of the club, but he doesn’t set me down until we reach his bike. Flipping my hair back, I watch him. He opens his saddlebag and pulls out a bulletproof vest and my helmet. He doesn’t say a word, and I start to worry that he is really angry.

  “Jordan,” I say, putting my hand on his back to get his attention.

  He turns around, pissed off. My eyes widen, and I take a step back. I know he won’t hurt me, but he’s never been angry at me before. He takes a large step to me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me hard.

  When he pulls back, I stand completely still, in a daze. I guess that means he’s not mad?

  Jordan’s mouth quirks up as he studies me. “Damn, baby. Should I be worried about my balls now?”

  I laugh and hug him, laying my head on his chest. Bending my hand, I slide it down his side until I reach his dick. I give a small little pinch.

  He jumps and smacks my ass. “Behave, angel.”

  I laugh and bend my head back. He kisses my forehead. Reaching behind him, I grab the bulletproof vest and step back from him. I pull it over my head, snap the snaps, and then pull my helmet on.

  “We got things to do at home.” I wink.

  A sly grin comes over his face. He hurries onto his bike.

  I climb on behind him. “Butch kidnapped Shaylin. She made it a few steps away from the Hummer.”

  I feel him shake with laughter. The bike roars to life, and we take off down the highway.

  I scoot closer to him and rest my chin on his shoulder. Looking ahead in the dark, I see a shadowed figure standing on the side of the highway. He’s not moving; he’s just staring at us as we move closer. An uneasy feeling seeps into my stomach. After tapping Jordan on his shoulder, I point at the man. We get closer to him, and then Jordan drives past the man. I see something flying in the air toward us. I duck, and Jordan speeds up. A brick hits the highway three feet away from us.

  Jordan stiffens and speeds up faster. I thought he would stop.

  Leaning forward, I yell to him, “Why didn’t you stop?”

  He bends his head back. “Won’t leave you exposed.”

  Pulling back, I stare at the back of his head. This man truly does love me. Jordan would love to make that man pay, and he didn’t. He sacrificed that for me.

  The moment we got home, Jordan was on his phone. I went to shower, and now, I’m climbing into bed. Jordan joins me a second later, his body wet. I guess he showered really quickly downstairs.

  Jordan pulls the covers back and throws them to the end of the bed. Hands wrap around my ankles and I’m pulled to the edge of the bed, my feet and legs hanging off, my bottom resting right on the edge.

  “What are you doing?” I watch in fascination and confusion.

  “Lean forward.”

  I sit up, and he grabs the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head. It hits the floor, and then his fist wraps my panties. He stares into my eyes, and then I feel a sharp tug and then they are gone.

  I’m completely naked.

  “Jordan,” I start, but he shakes his head, a sly smile on his face.

  He places his palm on my chest and gently pushes me back until my back hits the bed, which leaves me more exposed.

  His hands drag down my hips and my legs, his fingers only barely touching me. Goose bumps break out across my whole body. Jordan looks up and down my body, his eyes hot, and he bites his bottom lip. He lifts my legs, opening them and throwing them over his shoulders. He brings his arms forward, wrapping his arms around my legs until his hands reach my inner thighs.

  Oh my God.

  Oh my God!

  That’s what’s repeating over and over in my head.

  I clench as he looks at my pussy.

  He growls, and then he dunks his head. His tongue touches my clit and all I feel is bliss

  Pure bliss. That’s the only thing I can compare this to. His tongue moves up and down my pussy . I arch my back, bringing myself closer. His mouth wraps around my clit and he sucks.

  “Oh!” I cry out and throw my head back. I place my hand on top of his head, my hand moving with the movement making it even more erotic. “Jordan,” I whimper as he moves his mouth faster.

  His teeth nip the tip of my clit, and I clench, tightening my legs, which brings me almost over the edge. My clit is sucked into his mouth again. His tongue moves against it as he sucks.

  I am done.

  “JORDAN!” I scream and press his face harder against me. I feel my pussy pulsate. My eyes are tightly shut as I come down from my orgasm, and I feel myself being lifted and moved.

  Jordan climbs into bed with me and pulls me on top of him, my legs on either side of him, my face in the crook of his neck. I just came harder than I did last night and that’s saying something. My body is trembling hard.

  “Fuck, angel, you’re so fucking hot. Never seen someone who comes so fucking hard.” He grabs my ass cheek, growling.

  I can’t help it. I giggle at his antics.

  “Let me take care of you,” I whisper as I kiss down his chest and his stomach and pull his boxers down.

  Jordan lifts his hips, and I pull them down. Jordan picks me up and flips me around until my ass is in his face and my face is in direct view of his large dick.

  “I take care of you always, sweetheart—even if you are taking care of me.”

  Then I feel his face bury in my pussy, and then there’s the tongue again. Damn.

  Eyeing his hard dick, I take it in my hand and feel him jolt. Lifting it, I bring my head down and snake my tongue out. I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip.

  His face pulls away from me, and he lets out a guttural moan. “Fuck.”

  Feeling empowered, I get braver and take him into my mouth. My tongue is flattened and raised, so his dick hits the top of my mouth, making it an even tighter fit. My lips are over my teeth so I don’t scrape him. I bring him deeper into my mouth and gag as he reaches the back of my throat. I adjust and swallow.

  “Fuck, angel.”

  I take my hand to the half I can’t get in my mouth. I move my mouth out and then back in, pumping my hand. I do this over and over. I pant as Jordan works me over as I work him.

  “I’m going to come,” Jordan says, his voice strained.

  This motivates me even though I am close myself.

  “FUCK!” he roars and comes in my mouth.

  I swallow it all. It tastes shitty, but it’s Jordan and I will take all I can of him. Jordan sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling my hair, and I come hard. My forehead hits his thigh, and I collapse a
gainst him.

  A minute later, Jordan picks me up and lays me across his chest, holding me. We are both out of breath.

  “I give you full permission to watch porn any time you want.”

  I burst out laughing, and he joins me. I guess it did pay off.

  We fall asleep together, him sated, my womanly bits tingling from the two orgasms.

  I left Alisha in bed and a prospect at my gate. All the women are at home and in bed, but we have something to take care of.

  The man who threw the brick is here and he is about to get what’s his. He could have seriously hurt Alisha tonight. He was waiting for one of us to go by. Locke was a bounty hunter before becoming a prospect, and he put his skills to use tonight when I told him what happened while Alisha was in the tub.

  All the members are already here. Holy fucking shit, Alisha gave some fucking good head, and I have never seen a woman come so hard in my entire life.

  “This the asshole?” I ask.

  Locke steps away from the corner he was leaning against. Nodding, I walk over to the man who is hanging from the ceiling by his arms, his shirt cut off his body by a knife, Butch’s signature move. He just doesn’t cut the man’s shirt off; he drags the knife across his skin, leaving a line down his body.

  The man raises his head and looks at me. I grin. He pulls back with his restraints, and I stop approaching him when we are face-to-face.

  “Remember me?” I taunt. I grin and bring my gun out of my back holster. I cock it and place it on his temple.

  “Please,” he pleads and closes his eyes. His face puckers up in distress, making him ugly as shit.

  “You going to tell me what you were doing tonight?”

  He starts crying harder, and I roll my eyes. I am not in the fucking mood for pussies tonight. The man stops crying and opens his eyes. I motion Butch forward. The man starts crying worse than before.

  Butcher brings out one of his many knives and drags his hand across the sharp edge.

  “Okay!” the man yells.

  Well, that was fucking easy. Everyone in the room chuckles. This man has to be the biggest fucking pussy we have ever dealt with. We didn’t even get to torture him yet and he’s giving up information.

  He looks at all of us, wide-eyed, and starts spilling his guts. “The Devils Slaves paid me five hundred dollars to hit the old ladies on the back of your bikes.”

  It’s dead fucking silent as rage fills us. It’s one thing to mess with us, but for someone to put a fucking hit on the ladies like this? Unacceptable. These men are fighting a war that will get them more than killed.

  They will suffer.

  “I missed on purpose. I didn’t want to do it.” The guy looks at all of us again. “There’s more.”

  We all step closer, salivating for more information and more reasons to kill these fuckers.

  “These men are shooting for the women and children. I would advise against them being on the backs of your bikes. Don’t leave them alone. Ever. These men are hiring people to do their dirty work. Arm your ladies. Put tracking on them. If they are alone with these men for a minute, they will be forever changed, beaten, and raped, and what I mean by that is gang-raped.”

  Fuck.

  We knew they were shooting for the women because they know that that’s our weakness, but we underestimated these men in the sickness department. Never again.

  “We will turn you loose, but we got a message for them.” Kyle steps in front of the man. “Tell them death is just the beginning, and tell them to watch their backs. They won’t know what’s hit them.” Kyle looks at me.

  Fuck. The thought of one of these men being a hundred feet away from Alisha sets my blood boiling.

  Locke will set this man out and we will go to the basement. We have these men under surveillance, including inside their club. Their bikes are planted with bombs and tracking. We even have mini bombs on their cuts. We hired some prostitutes to plant these on the men. We can kill them all right now, but what fun is that? These men are our bitches and don’t even know it.

  Locke lets the man down and takes him out.

  I walk out of the room and into the basement, which belongs to me. This is my setup. Everyone follows me downstairs, and I climb into my chair and roll to the middle of my desk. I fire up my computer and the flat screen above my head comes on, showing the inside of their club.

  I turn the volume on.

  “I hope that stupid fucker nails one of those bitches tonight!” a fat man bellows, and several men laugh.

  They are all dirty, gross, and a fucking disgrace to humanity. I want to fucking end them on sight, and it gets worse the longer I watch them.

  “That blond bitch that the crazy fucker follows around like a dog in heat? I want first dibs on her before that pussy is annihilated,” the man sitting across from the fat man says.

  Holy fuck.

  I feel Butch at my back.

  “End him now.”

  I look to Kyle, and he nods. He knows the consequences. These men can find the planted bombs, but it’s not likely. They are completely hidden and blended in.

  “Both?” I ask Kyle.

  “Both.”

  I press a few buttons, starting everything up. After I’ve selected the men and their bodies, the buttons turn green, ready to go.

  “Ready?”

  “One, two, three.” I push enter twice.

  They explode into pieces. The bombs are at the center of their backs, under their patches.

  “Good,” Butch says.

  We watch as people file into the room, looking at the two men.

  Thirty minutes later, we are still watching them, and we see the man we just let go walk into the room. All of those nasty, ugly fuckers look at him. The man looks down at the two members blown up on the floor.

  “You guys don’t need to mess with these men and especially not with their women. That is just the fucking beginning.” He nods to the men lying in pieces.

  He walks back out, and the men of the club don’t stop him.

  “We got to up our game! Let’s ride out to their clubhouse and fill them with lead!” one of them yells, and everyone stomps their feet and runs for the door.

  I laugh out loud and get a phone call. It’s Lane’s man.

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll take out the bike because you got the two fuckers before I could.”

  Everyone laughs, and I change the feed until we are looking outside. The men are six feet from their bikes. The one directly in the middle explodes and everyone one falls down like dominoes.

  “FUCK!” the president yells, and it brings me pure enjoyment.

  “I’m going to take out one of the fuckers’ cars too for the hell of it. Low-key explosion just so the inside catches on fire,” I tell Lane’s man, and he laughs.

  I do as I said I would, and one of the men runs over and puts the fire out, but I push the button again and he screams because the fire burned his face. They put the fire out and run back inside.

  “Talk to you later, man.” Lane’s man hangs up.

  I shut the computers down. “My job is done,” I tell everyone and turn around, grinning.

  Everyone grins at me and walks out of the room. Now, we can all go home, rest up and be ready for round two. This is just the beginning.

  “Night, men,” I call out. Then I drive home to my woman.

  When I get home, Alisha is curled into a ball, the blanket tucked all around her. My pillow is in her arms, her nose buried into it like she has been sniffing it.

  After peeling my clothes off, I climb into bed. It’s like she senses me. She rolls over and lies on my chest, her leg thrown over mine.

  Closing my eyes, I kiss the top of her head. Just the thought of something hurting her has me primed to hurt and kill someone.

  Nobody hurts what’s mine. Ever.

  As we are getting ready to leave for Jordan’s families, and to my surprise, when I walk downstairs after packing, Vinny and Trey are in the li
ving room.

  “Hey, darlin’,” Trey greets me.

  I walk over to them. “You guys coming with?”

  They nod.

  “Change of scenery,” Vin pipes in.

  I guess that’s normal enough, and I have to admit I’m a bit relieved because I will know someone else besides Jordan.

  “You guys want something to drink?”

  They shake their head at the same time and smile at me. Well, all righty, then. I hear Jordan walking down the stairs with my bags. I attempted to carry my own, but Jordan smacked my ass and told me to go on down.

  I am more than scared to meet his family. What if they don’t like me? It’s a huge possibility, but I decide that worrying is never going to do anything good and let it go. I just need to hang on for the ride.

  We walk out to his huge, black Dodge Ram. Jordan throws our stuff in the back. Trey and Vinny load their stuff up next.

  I open the door behind the passenger’s side.

  “Babe, what are you doing?”

  I look at Jordan, who is standing in front of the truck, his eyebrow arched.

  “Getting in the back? Vinny has long legs,” I explain and start to climb in.

  Vinny is super tall at six foot seven, and Trey has to be six-three. But arms wrap around my back and I’m lifted off the ground. The passenger’s door opens, and I’m set inside. Then he buckles me in.

  “Fucking sweet.” He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and slams my door.

  Vinny climbs in, and I lean forward, reaching for the button that brings my seat forward so he can have more room.

  “Babe.”

  “What?” I ask Jordan.

  He’s staring at me in amusement. I must look funny because I’m closer to the windshield than he is.

  “Fuck, sweet.” He shakes his head and starts the truck.

  I shrug and tuck my feet under me in the seat.

  “How far away is your parents?” I ask Jordan, reaching over to grab his free hand, which is resting on his leg.

  “Two hours.”

  Using my free hand, I reach into my bag and pull my Kindle out, ready to settle in with another biker book. I’m now obsessed with anything to do with biker romance, and it has a lot to do with my man being one.