Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Now, she heard him, giving herself away when she looked over her shoulder and stopped, surprising him. He thought she would’ve pouted and made him coax her to talk to him. He paused his Harley and their gazes met, her water-filled one making Val curse. He’d never before experienced the overwhelming reactions whenever Zoann looked at him. He wanted to comfort her. He just didn’t know how.

  Besides, she was seventeen and he was twenty-one.

  He waited for her to make a move, not liking the tracks of her tears or the hurt in her eyes. She had such a sensitive soul and Val feared what might happen to her once she got into the big, ugly world. He wanted to protect her. Fucking impossible. Life wasn’t easy and it wasn’t kind. Living exposed all weaknesses, honed them like a fine blade, either breaking the backs of the gentle and the meek or giving them the strength and the fortitude to go on by any means necessary.

  Her red nose and her swollen eyes brought out her vulnerability and weakened Val further. “Hey,” she said after she’d dried her tears.

  “Hey.”

  “Is Christopher in trouble?”

  He smiled, a little envious. He wished he had a sister who loved him as much as Zoann loved Outlaw. “No.”

  “Is he still angry with me? I didn’t mean…I’ve waited for him like that a bunch of times.”

  “He’ll never stay angry with you.” Truth. Outlaw would give his life for her. “He was fucking pissed with Big Joe and you happened to say something to him at the wrong time.”

  She considered that for a moment. “Okay.”

  He nodded toward the seat behind him. “Get on.”

  Obeying without question, Zoann looped her arms through the straps of her bulging backpack, then hopped behind him. She scooted close to him and leaned her head against his cut, wrapping her arms around his waist.

  His dick received the hot pussy alert and stood to attention. Fuck. The sooner he ended this ride, the better.

  Ten minutes later, he turned onto the road leading to Logan’s farm, noticing a pickup truck. The old bastard must have company, some poor fuck ordered to pay homage to him. Whatever. As long as it wasn’t Val. They’d sat through the most fucked up dinner a few weeks ago that ended with Outlaw and Logan coming to blows. Outlaw had punched the fuck out of Logan, who’d sworn retribution. Boss had gotten them all away from the miserable, evil, old fucker.

  Now, he allowed the bike to idle outside the old fucker’s farm while the man’s granddaughter climbed off and stepped to his side.

  The breeze blew in the twilight, lifting her hair. Before he bid her farewell, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, quite near his lips, causing her cheeks to pinken. Her shy smile fucked with his head. God, she was fucking gorgeous.

  “I’m finished my tests. Now, all I have to do is walk across the stage,” she said in a rush. “I’ll be at Granddaddy’s a lot but I’ll still be bored. Can you take me for a ride sometimes?”

  Oh, yeah. He sure the fuck could, although she didn’t mean that type of ride.

  She licked her lips, driving Val to the edge of his control. Then, Outlaw’s face rose in his head and sanity returned. No doubt, Outlaw would fuck him up if Val touched Zoann, a fact established time and again.

  Her tongue reappeared and moistened her succulent lips again. “Please?”

  Outlaw will fuck you up. He groaned. “A ride where?”

  “Wherever. Just as long as you take me.”

  Every time she mentioned riding and taking, Val thought of fucking. Her. “Been kissed since I tasted your lips?”

  What. The. Fuck. No, that shouldn’t have come out of his mouth.

  She shook her head and glanced toward the house. Zoann didn’t look nervous by the consuming silence. Unless she asked him to search the place, Val wouldn’t volunteer to trespass Logan’s property.

  “Do you want to kiss me again?”

  “Yes,” he admitted without thought. She stood inches away from him, the scent of wet earth and foliage mixing with the exhaust fumes from his Harley and the faintest sweet scent from her.

  “I-I’m leaving about ten from Granddaddy’s to walk home. Would you pick me up?”

  He had to be a stupid motherfucker to even consider her request. Dick hacked off. Slip fucking knot. Pain. Blood. More pain. Excruciating. Bleeding to death. “Can we do it tomorrow?”

  They were all meeting up to party at one of their support clubs. He couldn’t pass up all the pussy he’d get tonight. He could kiss Zoann and eat her pussy, but he couldn’t do anything else. Not. A. Fucking. Thing. Especially if it involved putting his dick anywhere in her. On her? Yeah, maybe. He’d rub his dick on her pretty tits while he came on her nipples.

  She nodded, her smile lighting up her little face.

  “Your brother can’t ever know about any of this.”

  Her frown showed how much she disliked the idea of lying to Outlaw.

  “Do you want my dick hacked off with a slip knot?”

  She scrunched her nose. “Is that even possible?”

  With Outlaw? Fuck, yeah! “I’d prefer not to find out, Zoann,” he answered.

  “Oh, right.”

  “Well?” he pressed. “Will this be our secret?”

  “O-okay.”

  “You and I just know each other in passing. Okay?”

  Her cheeks turned even redder. “Are…are you going to lick my pussy?”

  Motherfucking hell. He almost came and had a heart attack. Her shy curiosity almost knocked Val on his ass. His dick got so hard and heavy, it would’ve clunked on the steel frame of his bike if he’d pulled it out. “You want me to?” he rasped, his breathing ragged.

  She nodded, her eyes bright and hot and tempting Val to grab her by the neck and shove her head in his lap so she could suck his dick.

  “That’s all I’ve thought about since you asked me and I’ve watched it get done to other girls on pornos.”

  Fuck. Just fucking kill him now. He grunted at his throbbing balls, the slight bit of pre-cum leaking from him not nearly enough to relieve the dick pressure. Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed her, the deep thrust of his tongue in her mouth causing her to gasp.

  “We’re not fucking, okay, babe?” He’d still bring condoms, just in case.

  “Okay.”

  “Until tomorrow,” he said, his need to feel her beneath him deepening his voice and driving him to fucking stupidity.

  “Tomorrow,” she agreed. She pressed against him and kissed his cheek again.

  Despite everything else transpiring between them, in that moment, Val was fucking lost and he didn’t want to use her. She was young and innocent and filled with expectations of life and of him. Most of all, she respected the fuck out of Outlaw and she’d live with guilt for sneaking behind the man’s back.

  He didn’t want to live with the guilt…okay, fuck, he didn’t want to live with the fucking fear of being castrated and gutted. Val had no doubt Outlaw would bring in John Boy to slice different parts of him in tandem.

  No fucking thank you.

  “Babe.”

  Expectation filled her eyes, but Val had to do shit different with her. If it didn’t work out—if Outlaw killed him anyway—at least he could say he’d given the shit a fair try.

  “Let’s postpone your pussy lick.”

  Disappointment clouded her whiskey colored eyes and almost made Val change his mind again. “Why?”

  “I want to do this shit the right way. Talk to Outlaw first.”

  She licked her lips and Val’s nostrils flared. “About what?”

  “Taking you out.”

  Instead of being happy, she looked skeptical. “He’ll never agree.”

  Probably not, but Val would give it a shot. “If he doesn’t, we’ll figure shit out.”

  After a careful study of him, she nodded. “Okay.”

  He wrapped his arm around her again and then bid her farewell, wondering if Zoann Donovan was temptation better left untouched.

  Chapter Three


  Giggling—again—Zoann dug her key out of her backpack and unlocked Granddaddy’s door, her heart still not settling back in her chest from Matthew’s kiss or the fact that he wanted to talk to Christopher before taking her out. Real men stood up to big brothers, and Matthew was a real man, who intended to kiss her there.

  In such a good mood, she didn’t even care that Granddaddy had company, indicated by the unfamiliar pickup in the yard. He always had old men over that just bored the snot out of her. She wanted to fall asleep at hello.

  Oh, crap. Granddaddy had company, so that meant she’d have to sleep over. He’d never leave to drop her off. Sleeping over had been a little better when Grandmother was alive, but nowadays, her granddaddy’s sadness depressed her.

  With a sigh, she opened the door and locked it behind her, flipping on the lights and frowning at the low hum of the kitchen radio.

  “Granddaddy!” she called, regretting not inviting Val in. Or, maybe, it was for the best. She needed to get upstairs to shower and wash her hair. It must’ve looked horrible after she’d been caught in the rain. And, she also needed some lemon tea along with her Vick’s vaporizer she used whenever she wasn’t home.

  Hmmm. Maybe, being here tonight was good. Mama insisted Zoann use her dumb inhaler as a preventative measure even when she wasn’t wheezing.

  Zoann absolutely hated medication…Too funny! She wanted to be an RN and she hated medicine? Well, she hated taking medicine. Whenever possible, she bypassed the Albuterol and used her methods.

  Setting her backpack next to the coat rack, she walked down the hall, ignoring the photos of her, Johnnie, and Patricia on the walls.

  Granddaddy had a mean streak a mile wide and a canyon deep. He had four additional granddaughters, a son, and another grandson, but who knew by the photographs on display?

  Closer to the kitchen, the cigarette smoke hit her nostrils and the sound of the radio grew louder. Classic rock? Wrong. Whenever Granddaddy listened to the radio, he usually had conservative talk shows on.

  Unease slid into Zoann, instinct telling her to run. Dummy. Granddaddy’s farm was safe, located on a dirt road and surrounded by fields and trees. Even an apple orchard sat on the back of the property, but it had been years since Granddaddy had allowed her so far back, not that she cared to go near it after the last time. The horrible stench surrounding it had almost been sick.

  Reaching the kitchen, she found it empty, although a cigarette burned in an ashtray and a plate filled with half eaten cheese and crackers, and the stems from grapes, along with an empty glass sat on the table.

  Totally weirded out, she tiptoed forward. “Granddaddy?” she called again, her voice cracking. She remembered the grim reaper mural and the bad feeling she’d gotten. Was Granddaddy okay? Why wasn’t he answering and—

  “Hello.”

  Releasing a frightened cry at the unfamiliar male baritone, she whirled around and met a green gaze. Christopher had green eyes, too, but where her brother’s eyes were beautiful, the man before her had eyes like stone, flat and emotionless. His buzz cut revealed dark hair, sharpening his square jaw and high forehead. He might’ve been handsome if he didn’t look so scary.

  His bare chest completely shot her nerves. Granddaddy allowed no one to walk around his house so indecent. “Who…who are you?”

  He perused her from head to toe. “Cee Cee.”

  She inched back, toward the phone to call Mama. Normally, she’d call Christopher but he was already mad at her and Big Joe was already mad with him.

  “Where’s my grandfather?” she squeaked in sheer dread. Mama’s car needed repairing.

  “Logan’s around,” he responded, taking a step closer to her.

  “Around where?” She stopped moving, not wanting to get wedged into a corner. She faked a left, then she scooted around the table when he fell for her tactic, and headed to the kitchen door.

  Cee Cee moved quick and blocked her escape. He boxed her against the door, planting his hands on both sides of her head. “I never answered you.”

  “You did, remember? He’s around,” she blurted, turning her head away and beginning to shake when he nuzzled her neck. “I need to get home. Mama…my mother is going to need my help with my little sisters. Nia is probably in her room pouting and Ophelia won’t want to do her homework and—”

  His thumbs brushed her nipples and Zoann froze, her thoughts running wild but always returning to the need to defend herself before things got any worse.

  “Granddaddy will probably be home soon,” she said, uncertain. Cee Cee probably knew more about Granddaddy’s whereabouts than Zoann did. “I’m here to cook dinner for him and he’ll be very angry if you hurt me.”

  Cee Cee lifted a black brow, the amusement flickering in his eyes even more frightening. He looked emotionless. She had to make him move, so she latched onto the first thing she could. “My brother…all I have to do is tell him and he’ll hunt you down and kill you for touching me.”

  Whether Christopher would really kill him was debatable, but he didn’t need to know that.

  “Christopher?” He hooted with crazy laughter, the situation spiraling out of control, faster and faster. “The bane of Logan’s existence.”

  “I love my brother,” she whispered, racking her brain to figure out the man’s identity. He knew an awful lot.

  He shrugged. “Don’t give a fuck. He’s not here. Only me, you, my dick, and your pussy. I intend to fuck you until I’m satisfied I’ve taken everything I’m supposed to have.”

  She covered her face, panic rising in her and making her breaths come in wheezy pants. “You don’t want to do this,” she managed.

  “Oh, but I do, princess.” He reached for her and Zoann ducked under his arm, running toward the front door and screaming, although no one would hear her. Their closest neighbor lived half mile away.

  Her breath burst from her and she gasped.

  Cee Cee got to her as she reached the door. Her lack of air slowed her down and he grabbed her around the waist, slamming her against the wood. His hard penis pressed against her back and she started to cry, the fear inside of her making her sick and dizzy.

  She gasped. “I-I c-can’t breathe.”

  “Where’s your inhaler?” he asked calmly, like he knew her problem.

  She didn’t respond. She was dying. She’d had a bad feeling when she’d seen the grim reaper earlier and this was the reason.

  Cee Cee released her and Zoann fell to the floor, wheezing. A moment later, he returned, pushing the inhaler into her mouth and crooning to her while she clung to him, unable to do anything more.

  He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Better now?”

  Forcing herself away from him, she curled into a ball and flinched when he put his hand on her bare thigh. She still wore Christopher’s T-shirt and her gym shorts. Cee Cee licked the place where his hand rested.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Zoann.”

  Who was he? Not that it mattered, but he knew so much about her, even her name.

  He drew her into his arms and Zoann forced herself to be calm. Still weak and dizzy, if she struggled too much, she’d be in even worse trouble.

  “You have to stay calm. I’m not going to change my mind. I’ve wanted you forever and I finally figured a way to get you.” He bit her cheek, then blew on the sting. “I don’t want to see you in pain yet, love,” he cooed, dragging her to her feet as he got to his. “If you cooperate, I’ll make you feel good first. Okay?”

  Not okay. So not okay. “I’m a virgin and…and I-I don’t know what to do. You won’t feel good, so if you just let me leave I can call my brother. He always talks about different girls. He’ll bring you with him to meet one.” Not that he talked about them in front of her, but she heard snippets whenever he visited Mama.

  He bit her cheek again, harder, drawing blood this time and more tears from her.

  If she capitulated, maybe, he’d show her some mercy. Maybe, she’d find a way to es
cape. Hopefully, before, he actually raped her. “I’ll cooperate,” she gasped out, her cheek hurting and her heart racing, warm blood flowing down her skin. “Don’t hurt me.”

  “Turn around,” he instructed.

  Not moving, she hiccupped, shaking with fear and needing to fight, instead of blindly following his orders.

  He slammed her against the door and she bumped her forehead and her shoulder into the wood. “Did you fucking hear me, you spoiled little cunt?”

  Grabbing the shoulder she’d hurt, he yanked her around. Unlike when she’d first seen him, his eyes blazed, his face a mask of anger. Afraid she’d panic and lose her breath again if she spoke, she silently begged him not to do this to her.

  Not heeding her wordless plea, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the hall, toward the bedrooms. Everything was happening so fast and her breath still rasped out but Zoann tried to plot her next move, while swiping at her cheek again.

  Cee Cee headed for the biggest guestroom, opened the door and shoved her inside.

  She skidded to the floor and moaned at the contact of her knee and the wood. Bowing her head and covering her face with her hands, she listened to the sounds of his movements. Light pierced the cracks of her fingers, hurting the backs of her eyes, her head already aching from her lack of oxygen and previous hits.

  Another blow to side of the head knocked her over and she moaned.

  “Stand up.” Cee Cee’s voice floated to her through her dizziness and pain. “I’m not telling you again. Stand the fuck up,” he ordered, kicking her side.

  Gasping, she staggered to her feet and swayed. He wore a cut now, but nothing else. His patches proclaimed him President of the American Scorpions. A biker. Like Christopher and Matthew and Johnnie. If she could just get him to understand hurting her would cause problems, between the clubs. She’d listened enough over the years to know that much.

  “Clothes off.”

  With him naked, maybe, she’d get out the front door and, then, to the dirt road. Holding onto that desperate thought, she turned and gritted her teeth against the pain coursing through her.

  “You’re not getting the fuck away,” he barked, jerking her back.