Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Snorting a laugh and shaking his head, he followed her to bed, knowing they wouldn’t sleep anytime soon.

  Chapter Twenty: Q&A

  After two days of wining and dining, sightseeing and sex, Bailey hated to see their time come to an end. He’d insisted she know the combination to his safe. When she pointed out she didn’t know where it was, he shrugged and said, “Prez does.”

  She’d finally discovered how Lucas and her dad met. How Lucas became a member of the club, which was something she’d never been quite clear about with her dad. For as long as she could remember, her dad had been a biker. End of story.

  She heard all about the vileness of Logan Donovan, the man who’d killed her father. Lowman, as Lucas called him, was evil through and through, and she was glad he was dead. She only wished she could’ve been the one to pull the trigger.

  On their last night there, they’d just enjoyed a meal delivered to their honeymoon suite, followed by Lucas’s form of desert that involved her clit and his mouth.

  Laying in his arms now, she twirled her fingertip on his chest, tracing his different tats, most with religious connotations.

  “Tell me about your first love.” He was every woman’s dream, so she wanted to know about the one who’d first stolen his heart.

  He stiffened, his hand tightening where it rested on her hip. Then, he drew in a deep breath and relaxed again. “Never had a first love.”

  “At one time or another, we’ve all had first loves,” she insisted. “I told you about Ulner.”

  Somehow, he stiffened even more. “He was your fucking first love?”

  “No, but—”

  “Then who the fuck was? Let’s talk about that.”

  “Lucas—”

  “I’ve never been in love with a bitch,” he almost snarled and she knew he lied.

  Anger rose up in her and she felt like slapping the shit out of him, but it occurred to her whoever he’d loved before must’ve hurt him terribly for him to have such a strong reaction. He needed her understanding more than anything. “I’m sorry you were so hurt,” she said, not quite keeping the attitude from her tone.

  “I just said—”

  “I heard what you said. I just don’t believe you. But insisting you confess your feelings for another woman is stupid on my part.” Especially when he hadn’t confessed his feelings for her. “However, you’re being an asshole. I didn’t hurt you, so check your bullshit.”

  He started to pull away from her, but she caught him and rolled on top of him, nipping his jaw and licking his throat, wiggling down on his hard cock. Groaning, he grabbed her waist and pushed deep into her.

  “No,” she said on a sigh, rocking against him. “I’m fucking you. Not the other way around, Lucas.”

  Closing his eyes, he arched up into her and Bailey kissed his eyelids.

  “Trying to pussy whip me, Bailey?”

  “N—” Before she could get the word out, he threaded his fingers through her hair and devoured her lips, allowing her to control the in and out of his penis while he kissed her, wielding his tongue like a weapon. She worked him in and out of her body, riding him until she found her release.

  Immediately, he shifted positions and took control, pulling out of her. He loomed over her and Bailey sat up to kiss him again. His hand on her throat, he feasted on her lips a moment before pushing her head down to his cock and sliding into her mouth. Somehow, with his hand still at her throat and controlling her movements, her arousal grew. She was so completely at his mercy, it shocked her how much she enjoyed his total dominance over her.

  She hollowed her cheeks and glanced up at him, sucking him into her mouth hard. He pumped into her mouth, tightening his hand on her throat, his cock jerking on her tongue. She slurped the salty stream of his cum until the flow ended.

  He released her and stretched out next to her, staring into her eyes and studying her.

  “What?” She licked her lips, his scent and taste all over her.

  “How many times you’ve sucked my dick since we started fucking?”

  Not expecting that question, she frowned. “I think this is the fourth time.”

  “So how can you suddenly just take half my cock down your throat, Bailey?”

  “Because I enjoy doing that to you.”

  “How many times you sucked Ulner’s dick again?”

  “Lucas!” Bailey cried in exasperation. “You’d think my previous answer would suffice. Me admitting that I enjoy sucking you off.”

  “It don’t,” he snapped. “I’m not the first motherfucker you sucked off.”

  “I sucked him once, but, obviously I didn’t like him enough to sleep with him.”

  “You just had his dick in your mouth. Fucking great, Bailey. That’s great fucking logic.”

  “You’re such a grouch,” she said, nuzzling next to him and not moving until he took her into his arms. “Why are we even talking about Ulner? He’s a very bad memory in my past.”

  “I don’t like that he saw you without clothes on,” he admitted. “And I fucking hate that you sucked his dick.”

  She sniffed near the pit of his arm and her nipples hardened. She’d only meant to buy time to process his words and the bitter jealousy in his voice.

  “If he wasn’t your first love, then who the fuck was?”

  “You,” she said softly. He could deny his feelings for her all he wanted to, but, it didn’t mean she had to lie about hers.

  “Bailey—”

  Heaving in a breath, she placed her fingers over his lips, not wanting to hear any explanations about his feelings—or lack thereof—for her. “It is what it is. It doesn’t mean I don’t hope you love me, too. It just means I’m not denying how I feel about you.”

  He turned his head away and she knew he either really didn’t have any real regard for her or he just refused to admit to it. They’d been having such a wonderful time before she asked about first loves and ruined it.

  Determined to recapture the easy-breezy talking, she returned to the topic of the club, what he seemed most at ease talking about as long as she didn’t ask for the details of his enforcing...stuff. “Out of the guys, who do you trust the most?”

  “Outlaw and John Boy,” he answered without hesitation.

  “That’s surprising. What about your brother? Digger?” Lucas really didn’t talk too much about him and she found that odd. “He’s your family—”

  “Blood don’t mean a thing without loyalty.”

  She’d never sat down with any of them for an in-depth conversation, but, she’d search out Digger herself to get to know him. Anyone who was disloyal to Lucas needed watching.

  “What the fuck are you thinking about, Bailey? You tensed up.”

  “About getting to know your brother.”

  He glanced down at her. “What the fuck for?”

  “If he isn’t loyal to you, he needs monitoring.”

  “I never said he wasn’t,” he answered with a big grin. “And even if he was, I wouldn’t want you involved. We’re fucking killers. Digger no less than any of us. He just don’t put it to use as much.”

  She lifted herself up and stared at him, the nonchalance of his statement bothering her. “And you put it to use?”

  “What the fuck you think, girl?” He snorted. “I’m the fucking—”

  “Enforcer,” she finished.

  “It’s a dog-eat-dog world. Us or them. When I’m on my own, it’s me or them. I guess I don’t have to tell you don’t ever again make unexpected noises and wake me up out of a dead sleep?”

  “No.”

  “Digger’s cool. Honest. He just fucks up sometimes and I have to clean up his fucking messes before Outlaw find out. Motherfucker would’ve been buried a long time ago if I didn’t. Since I’m the one who hand out the justice, who the fuck you think would have to do that shit?”

  “Do you ever just beat people up?”

  “Not often. I don’t have time for that bullshit. Chances high they’d j
ust fuck up again, so I just pop them and get it the fuck over with most of the time.”

  “Won’t you be in trouble for protecting Digger?”

  “I’d be dead, Bailey,” he said quietly. “My brother’s a stupid motherfucker, though.”

  Bailey glared at him. “He knows he’s putting you at risk by doing whatever and he keeps doing it? That isn’t loyalty, Lucas. That’s stupidity. You’re stupid, too, to gamble with your life like that.”

  “He haven’t done no stupid shit in a minute, so he cool,” he snapped.

  “Whatever,” she bit out, scowling at him. She huffed in a breath and changed the subject. “How’s Meggie?” She knew Lucas had texted the other girl earlier for over an hour.

  “Fucked up.”

  “Huh?”

  “Meggie found out her daddy grave empty. Prez been busy with the Torpedo bullshit. Shit kind of shocking because he usually got time for his wife. Lowman threw shit all off fucking kilter, though. Fucking demon from the dead.”

  “What do you mean her daddy’s grave is empty? If he isn’t in there, where is he?”

  Lucas shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”

  Now, he’d really piqued her curiosity. “Where’s he buried if not in the cemetery?”

  “He’s not fucking buried, Bailey,” he said sharply.

  “Then where—”

  “You really want to know this gory shit? Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you. It involves him, a fucking chainsaw and a wood chipper. You fucking figure it out.”

  Bailey’s hands flew to her mouth and she squeaked in shock, the images his words conjured turning her stomach.

  “Meggie don’t know that. How we got rid of him. She just know Outlaw killed him. And motherfucking Gillson went and blabbed that her daddy grave don’t have a fucking body. I talked her into not telling Prez until after we deal with the Torps and she agreed. I know she hurting bad, though. That was a big fucking betrayal and not just from Prez. From all of us.”

  He looked a little defeated at this, so she leaned down and kissed him, then asked, “How does Kendall fit into all this? At Dad’s funeral, Johnnie and Outlaw were assisting Meggie with Dinah. It looked as if Kendall wanted to jump on Meggie and pound her into the ground.”

  “Yeah, I saw,” he said with a sigh. “She’s about the only one who took it the wrong way. I can’t blame Red, though. Johnnie didn’t make much of a secret about how he felt about Meggie. It’s not like Red don’t have to be faced with her every day and that’s making it difficult for her to overcome her jealousy.” He narrowed his eyes. “Then, again, Red being a stupid motherfucker, too. We still don’t fucking know her like we know Meggie girl. We not easily trusting no motherfucker, let alone a bitch who came to the club to cause trouble. I don’t know what about that shit she don’t fucking understand.”

  Bailey thought of Meggie’s picture in Lucas’s cut. “Why do you carry her photo?”

  He shifted and placed an arm behind his head. “That was Big Joe’s photo. I took it from his body.” He shrugged. “He was lost, Bailey, but he held onto that photo, even when he didn’t remember who she was. I never thought I’d meet her in person and we have fucking photos of Boss—all of us—coming out the ass. But her photo—his photo of her, I mean—symbolizes the man I met and lost.”

  He fell into a contemplative silence and Bailey let him be for the moment. She’d never realized the complexities of him until now. This Q&A session revealed more about him than all the stories he’d told her combined. It also revealed the deep well of sadness he had stored within him.

  “So what do I have to do to fit in with the other old ladies?”

  “Only two—Meggie and Kendall. Well, Bunny, too, but she dating a brother I know as a member of the club. Prez, John Boy, Val, Digger, and Stretch my inner circle.”

  “Okay. What do I have to do—”

  “Meggie ever make you feel unwelcome?”

  “No.”

  “Just be you, Bailey. That’s it. With Red, as long as you not Meggie girl, you cool.”

  “That’s a little harsh.”

  “Don’t give a fuck. It’s the truth.”

  Bailey laid in Lucas’s arms again and kissed his chest. This had been perfect between them. No interruptions. No anything. Not even her period to ruin their lovemaking…

  She cringed as realization hit her. She was late. Only by three or four days, but overdue all the same. Facing away from Lucas and curling up, she pressed a hand against her belly, scared suddenly that she carried his baby.

  Chapter Twenty-One: One Step Ahead

  1 month ago

  The first hit slammed against Bailey’s head and stars danced in front of her eyes.

  “Ulner, stop!” she ordered, hoping to get through to her enraged boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend as of that moment.

  “Damn you, no. I’ve waited to fuck you. You and your damn games.”

  She fell against the floor at his backhand, but scrambled up, spotting one of his football trophies. She was going to crack his skull in two.

  “I need you tonight. You promised.”

  She had promised tonight would be the night they had sex. It was their school’s biggest football game of the year. Ulner was one of the starters on the team and Bailey attended every game with her friends to cheer him on.

  Halfway during the game, though, she’d had a change of heart. An epiphany, maybe, that she just wasn’t ready to hand over her v-card.

  Yanking her by her hair, he slammed her against the wall, and she screamed, then sank her teeth into his arm.

  He grunted, but didn’t release her, thwarting each of her efforts to escape with slaps.

  “Say yes,” he demanded.

  She swayed against him and swiped the blood from her nose. “No.”

  He knocked her to the floor. “You’re not pinning a rape charge on me, so I’ll just beat your ass until you give in.”

  His fist barreled toward her…

  Sweat pouring from her, Bailey sat up in bed, breathing hard, and covered her face. She hated that stupid nightmare.

  Or whatever it was called. An invasion of her dreams by a real event. It had happened with several things. Like the time her mom had gone to school and threatened Bailey’s teacher after the woman had falsely accused Bailey of stealing another student’s pencil case. That one hadn’t lasted as long as the one where her mother had cut her last husband for chastising Bailey’s youngest sister.

  At least Bailey knew how those things had ended. With Ulner, she’d been with him one minute being beaten to a pulp, then she’d awakened in Finley’s apartment. Her best friend had taken care of her, even made excuses why Bailey hadn’t visited her mother for almost a month, the time it took her cuts and bruises to heal.

  Her mom had been so busy with her life and she trusted that Bailey would tell her if she needed her to handle any situation for her. Instead of telling anyone, she’d left town. Even if Bailey had gone to the police, her mother would’ve gotten arrested for Ulner’s murder.

  Bailey’s alarm clocked peeled through the room and she fell back on the bed. It felt as if she hadn’t slept one bit. Between her nightmare and the baby, her strength was completely sapped.

  At least, this was the weekend she’d spend with Lucas. She only had to get through her day at school.

  Bailey ran her fingers through her hair, closing her textbook with a decisive thud. This one hadn’t gone digital yet and it was a pain in the ass. As were summer classes. She had Monday and Tuesday left to the semester, then she’d have four weeks…

  Her baby chose that moment to move and Bailey pressed her fingers against her belly in reassurance, biting back a smile. She couldn’t wait to meet her daughter, a refrain that had been running in her head forever, almost since she’d confirmed her pregnancy.

  Standing from her seat and stacking her notebook on top of the textbook from hell, she glanced at the wall clock. Lucas would be outside waiting for her. This was the weekend she
was supposed to go to the club with him, but he was hinting at staying at her place.

  She was trying her best to understand his need to win. There was a lot of money at stake, but still…he made it so clear he thought being victorious was more important than their relationship. Their family.

  “Bails?”

  The sound of Fin’s voice made her whirl to face her best friend. He gave her a tentative smile, eyeing her round stomach in speculation. Finley had been really great to her and she felt guilty for blowing off his offer of moving in with her and marriage to her once she divorced Lucas.

  She really hadn’t considered divorce until Kendall pointed out the futility of trying to tame Lucas. Bikers, according to her, were untamable and unmanageable. So Bailey had given in and allowed Kendall to draw up the papers. The woman made a lot of sense, even if she was a slight hypocrite for staying with Johnnie, who was as bad as Lucas.

  Worse, even. At least, Lucas hadn’t ever been in love with Meggie.

  “Can I take you out to dinner?”

  Bailey flushed, realizing she’d zoned Fin out. She’d known him for years and he’d come here to spend the summer with her to look after her. The morning after Lucas had demanded they talk—and convinced her with his words as much as his body—she’d called Fin and told him things had changed between them.

  That’s it. Worse, Lucas had been there, like Cerberus, not allowing her and Fin one word of communication. He’d stayed with her the entire day, so she hadn’t been able to call and talk to her friend. The next day, Fin hadn’t answered her calls or texts. Yesterday, he hadn’t been at school.

  This was the first time she’d seen him since Lucas had run Fin off with his tail between his legs.

  “Well?”

  “I can’t,” she admitted.

  Fin frowned. “Let me guess. Your baby daddy sniffing behind you.”

  Snatching her purse from the back of her chair and settling the strap on her shoulder, she glared at Fin and started past him. “He’s my husband,” she snapped.