Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  “Um, Trader’s apartment. I mean…it was my apartment too, but the lease was in his name, so I’ll have it transferred to me.”

  “If you had other fuckin’ options, would you still wantcha job here?”

  “I want you to stay, Bunny,” Meggie said hurriedly, throwing Outlaw a dirty look. “We’re friends. However, if you have other plans, I understand.”

  “Fuck, I ain’t puttin’ you out. I’m just askin’ if this what you want to do or if this something you ain’t got a choice in doin’. You ain’t gotta leave cuz you ain’t givin’ your pussy to no club brother.”

  “Oh my God, Christopher!”

  “What, baby?”

  Meggie rolled her eyes in exasperation.

  “Oh, yeah, my motherfuckin’ language, right? CJ upstairs with Diesel but because you been through so much fuckin’ shit, I’ll change up my words for you, Megan.” He smiled at Bunny. “You ain’t gotta leave cuz you no longer fuckin’ one of the brothers.”

  Meggie and Bunny looked at each and laughed before Bunny answered Outlaw. “I want to stay here. I enjoy what I do. I also want to look after Marcus. He’s, um…” Her voice trailed off. How could she phrase what she needed to say when Outlaw was the reason he was so messed up.

  “He fucked up,” Outlaw finished. “Cuz I fucked him up.”

  “Yes, you did.” She couldn’t quite hide her edginess. “You went overboard in my opinion,” she mumbled.

  Apparently, not quietly enough because Outlaw lifted his brows. “It’s fuckin’ like that between you and that motherfucker, huh? Lemme clue you in, babe. You could do worse than fuckin’ Digger. The last motherfucker fucked over you been put to ground. Digger? Your current motherfucker in danger of the same fuckin’ thing happenin’ to him if he ever cross that fuckin’ line with me. He on fuckin’ probation, so until we see which way the wind blowin’, don’t get too fuckin’ attached.”

  Too late. Bunny already felt an attachment to him. Even after she’d rested and found herself safe under the roof of this house, her thoughts were with him and his desire for them to be together.

  “How’s Digger doing?” Meggie asked.

  “I haven’t seen him since last night. He was still unconscious when I left, but Mort sent me a text and said Digger was resting in oxyland.” She sighed. “That means he was given some type of drug, right?”

  “Oxy,” Outlaw responded.

  “I called him….Mortician, I mean,” Bunny clarified. “I wanted to know if I could talk to Digger, but he said not to worry because Digger had opened his eyes and they’d talked.”

  Outlaw’s brows snapped together. “Yeah? Already? I must be losin’ my fuckin’ touch.”

  “Be quiet, Christopher.”

  “I’ll do fuckin’ better than that, baby.” He came to her again and massaged her shoulders. Leaning against him, Meggie looked up and he smiled at her. “My ass fuckin’ leavin’. Got fuckin’ business to take care of.” He bent and planted a slow, upside-down kiss on her lips. “Get well, Megan,” he said with a groan. “My dick so hard I could use it as a fuckin’ bat in a ball-fuckin-game.”

  Meggie giggled at her outrageous husband.

  “One more bit of business with you two,” he said, straightening again, but still touching Meggie. “I talked to Riley and Brooks.” Rolling his shoulders, Outlaw winced and swore under his breath. “And they workin’ with some fuckheads to tweak your records.”

  “What does that mean?” Meggie asked.

  “It mean if she wanna go for a license to fuckin’ teach in this state, if shit go down like I want, then your ass can fuckin’ teach again. You wanna live here or the fuckin’ apartment you lived in with Trader, that shit between you and Megan. I’m just givin’ you fuckin’ options. Or tryna give them motherfuckers to you.”

  “Are you serious?” Bunny asked, almost afraid to hope this was real.

  Not because she intended to leave Meggie. She did enjoy working for her. But if she had her teaching license, then she’d always have options. Few teaching positions included a morality clause in their contracts, but it was an unspoken expectation. The reason she’d been fired could follow her forever.

  But she’d never even tried for another position. She’d been too humiliated and so angry with herself that she’d just accepted what happened to her as a form of deserved punishment.

  “I ain’t promisin’ fuck all. Just wanted to let you know what the fuck I’m tryna do. By the way, your folks safe. We set ‘em up where they ain’t gonna be found ‘til after Sharper get fucked up.”

  “Thank you,” she said, unable to think of another response.

  He spoke of ‘Riley’ as casually as he always had, giving no indication he knew that was Bunny’s father. “Go see ‘bout the man you wanna give pussy to. Roxy and Zoann arrivin’ soon like they been doin’. Megan got help with the kids. As a matter of fact, walk the fuck over with me.”

  Bunny thought Outlaw might discuss in greater detail what they’d talked about in the breakfast room, but he didn’t speak to her at all. In a strange way, it comforted her. He was always nice, but he rarely held in-depth conversations with her if it didn’t pertain to Meggie and his children.

  At the clubhouse door, five minutes later, he paused long enough to open it, but didn’t follow her in. Greetings were thrown her way, refrains of glad you’re safe and welcome back coming at her.

  She didn’t know how many of the brothers were aware of Trader’s death. Right now, though, they were treating her with the same respect they had as his old lady. It took her a good ten minutes before she reached Digger’s room and found him still asleep, once she flipped on the ceiling light.

  Closing the door quietly, she looked around, taking in everything she’d missed last night in her panic to clean up his wounds. The place wasn’t the cheeriest with the small, naked window higher up than most windows were. Perhaps, it served to keep assholes from easily climbing through. Still, a small valence would add some color to the overall grayness. The posters did add color and Bunny admired the ones with the cars. She recognized Rick James because of Roxy. The naked women could definitely come down as well, but she’d never push the subject.

  Trader had been a porn fanatic and had dared Bunny to complain. She scowled at the memory. He’d always said that men were men no matter what pussy they fucked and liked looking at other bitches’ cunts. But she’d felt so strongly in her belief that his excessive interest disrespected her.

  She glanced at Digger again, startled to find his gaze fixed on her.

  “Hi,” she said softly, annoyed that she paralleled every thought connected to the man in front of her with Trader. Moving forward, she seated herself in the chair close to his bed. “I thought you were still asleep.”

  “I don’t have clothes on,” he said with amusement, sounding awful, hoarse and groggy.

  She folded her hands together in her lap. “Yeah. Val helped me with you.”

  He scowled. “I don’t want no motherfucker around my cock.”

  “I did cock duty,” she said primly.

  He snickered, and Bunny couldn’t stop her grin. The swelling was still prevalent, but it had gone down by a small degree. She hated the black bruising marring his handsome face.

  He shifted and began to lift himself up.

  “Keep still!” she ordered, flying to him and halting him with her hands on his shoulders. The covers had fallen away and she frowned at the wrapping around his chest. That wasn’t her handiwork. “What happened? Did someone else hurt you and they had to bandage you up a little more?”

  “Nah, baby. Outlaw just sent a doctor in early this morning. Doc determined I got some cracked ribs.”

  “He can’t do that without an x-ray,” she flared.

  “He can’t do fuckall cuz he was a she.”

  “Oh. Right,” Bunny responded in a small voice. But what did she expect? Although the club had its fair share of male civilians on their payroll, women were easier for them. All a woma
n had to do was become enamored of one of the bikers and she would be loyal.

  That’s why they’d searched for a female attorney and Kendall had come for the job.

  “What’s going through that overthinking brain of yours?” Digger asked with resignation.

  “Uh…” She huffed in agitation. “Just the female doctor seeing you.” At a loss for words for her unaccountable jealousy, she gestured from his head to his toe. He opened his mouth, but Bunny raised her hand before he could berate her. “You don’t have to say it, Mark. I’m stupid for feeling that way. I have no claim on you and no right to feel that way.”

  He patted the empty space on the other side of him. Embarrassed and confused, Bunny still scooted where he wanted her to and laid her head on the pillow.

  “We got some fine bitches in and out the club, Bunny. I’m not even going to lie to you.”

  “You don’t have to. I’ve seen them.”

  “I’m not going to lie about that doctor chick neither. Bitch was rocking. But I wasn’t even tempted to show her my cock or flirt with her. If she’d looked at it, it would’ve been professional on her part and my part.”

  His words comforted her and eased her stupid jealousy. She should know better. Yet, Digger’s response also validated her feelings. Made her feel important.

  “Are you feeling better?”

  To her ears, she sounded sad, so she could only imagine how it went over with him. But she was sad. She didn’t want to fear rejection or punches. She didn’t want to see rejection on Mark’s face because she couldn’t get her head together.

  “What up, girl? You upset about something.”

  “I’m…yes, I am,” she admitted. “It’s me, not you.”

  “Fuck, how the fuck you kicking my ass to the curb and we not even together yet?”

  “No, I’m not kicking you to the curb,” Bunny rushed out. “It’s just…”

  “We better than this, right? We should be able to talk to each other. Tell each other anything and everything.”

  “We should.”

  “I don’t ever want to be the cause you sad. I’ll walk away from our pre-relationship before I bring you pain.”

  “Wh-what’s a pre-relationship?”

  “My term for chasing you ‘til I get you in a real relationship. Since you seemed interested in me. I’m not a stalker, so the moment you got uncomfortable I’d stop my pursuit.” He reached out a hand to her, groaning in pain. “Like now.”

  Alarm raced through Bunny and she grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it. “I don’t want you to leave me, Mark. I just…we’ve known each other for such a short time, but I care about you a lot.”

  He snorted and withdrew his hand.

  “What?”

  “Girls, that’s what. Y’all a bunch of confused, confusing bitches. How the fuck a motherfucker know what to do, when one day you want me and the next day you don’t, but you still do?”

  “Huh?”

  “Welcome to the confused club. Not too much of a good feeling, is it?”

  “No,” she agreed. “It isn’t.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do so you’ll be happy.”

  So she’d be happy? Just the sound of that warmed her heart. She hadn’t been unhappy, but she hadn’t been particularly happy, either. She’d just…been.

  “I’d like us to move forward. Together.”

  His grin lit up his face. “Damn, Bunny…Albany,” he teased. “You just made me a happy motherfucker. On second thought, my dick might be happier knowing what he getting from you.”

  Laughing, Bunny rolled her eyes. “You can’t do anything until you’re healed.”

  “You want to fucking bet? I can’t do anything today. Even having you bouncing up and down on my cock would probably have me vibrating with pain.”

  “You’re insane,” she giggled, the image of riding Digger making her pussy throb.

  “I don’t know what love supposed to feel like,” he confessed when their moment passed. “I never experienced love before, not on the giving end or the receiving end. Sounds like you might be that way as well. Let’s give each other a chance and find out about love together. Can we do that?”

  “Yes,” she agreed without hesitation.

  “Give my ass three or four days to heal, then prepare to fuck both of us into oblivion. I’ll do some thrusts here and there, but probably not too many.”

  “I’ll take care of you,” she promised, her entire body anticipating sex with Digger.

  Silence and then, “When was the last time you came?”

  She frowned, attempting to remember if it had been two or three months since she’d came while having sex. “On my own about three and a half weeks ago.”

  “How strong are your leg and thigh muscles? Could you hold a squat, for instance?”

  “I’ll be able to ride your cock a very long time,” she swore. “Don’t worry.”

  “Fuck, girl. Saying shit like that make me want to say fuck it and bear the fucking pain.”

  “What about your ribs?”

  “I’d say fuck them too. Crack them motherfuckers to pieces.”

  Scooting closer to him, she placed a soft kiss on his split lip and he grunted.

  “Fuck.”

  She pulled away. “I didn’t mean to aggravate the pain.”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s cool. My lips going to be involved in eating your pussy. That is if you think you can hover close to my mouth without touching me anywhere.”

  Between her legs grew wetter and the tips of her nipples beaded. She absolutely loved having her pussy eaten, almost more than she enjoyed sex itself, but what he was proposing sounded impossible. “Would your tongue be able to reach?”

  “Depends on how close you could squat over me. I can’t suck your cunt but I can lick it.”

  Her breaths came in short, little pants and she squeezed her legs together.

  “You can always balance yourself with the headboard, but I need you to hold your pussy lips open.”

  She moaned, willing to try any of his suggestions at this point to ease the pulsing ache in her core.

  “Take your clothes off,” he instructed her.

  Too lost in lust, she got entirely naked, when really only her bared pussy was required.

  He crooked a finger at her. “Guide one of your delicious looking tits to my mouth.”

  She leaned over him, the thought to tease him with her breasts hitting her. Keeping them just out of his reach, she jiggled them, pulling away whenever he brought his mouth close.

  “Fuck it,” he growled in frustration, catching a nipple between his fingers. A look of agony slid across his face and he gritted his teeth, halfway lifting to tug her nipple into his mouth.

  Not wanting him to feel any discomfort because of her, Bunny relaxed and guided him back, holding her breast up for his benefit. He alternated between tugging her nipple between his teeth and dragging his tongue across the peak.

  Throwing her head back, she moaned at the pleasure bursting through her. She could’ve allowed him to suck her tit for hours, it felt so good. The tips of her breasts had always been one of her pleasure points.

  He moved his mouth away. The intensity of his stare made her feel open and vulnerable, but she refused to look away from the hot promise in his eyes.

  “You ready to feed me your pussy? I’m sure the fuck ready to eat it.”

  Groaning, she carefully lifted herself over his face, holding onto the headboard to balance herself.

  “Fuck, but you got a pretty cunt.”

  Each word he spoke made her wetter until her cream was sliding down her thighs. Her clit actually hurt. Her legs and thighs had once been pretty strong. First from cheerleading and then from her moves on the pole. Hesitantly, she released her hold on the wood and lowered herself to within an inch of his mouth, then used her fingers to open her soaked pussy lips.

  “Jesus, look at the clit on you,” he growled, a moment before he slid his tongue
from the top of her mound right to her ass. She was already so close to orgasming after he’d finished with her nipples and having her pussy licked always made her come quick. But she wanted to savor this moment with him. When it was over, he’d expect another dick suck. Want to come in her mouth again since she’d release in his.

  Maybe, if she didn’t orgasm on his tongue?

  He blew on her clit, his hot breath sending shivers through her.

  “Kiss me. Or you don’t like the taste of your pussy juice?”

  “Not really,” she managed, throbbing in anticipation of more of his tonguing.

  “Stop thinking. Just feel my tongue sliding up and down your cunt, stopping to dip inside your opening then teasing your asshole.”

  She grabbed onto the headboard again, her heart pounding, unable to bear his words with much restraint.

  He taunted her with a quick lick and then snickered. “Bet you want to plaster your cunt to my lips and grind your pussy until you come.”

  She whimpered.

  Another mocking tongue stroke. “You want that?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He kissed the opening to her vagina and she trembled.

  “If you stop thinking for a minute, I might let you come. But whatever the fuck in that gorgeous head of yours keeping you from enjoying this. Why should I give you a tongue bath if you holding back on me?”

  “Please, I swear I won’t think about anything,” she gasped out, twisting her hips slightly. “I…I don’t want to have your cum in my mouth, so I’ll use my fingers to finish myself off. Just please, lick me a little more.”

  In response, he caressed her wet, swollen clit with the tip of his nose, sniffing as he went along and making her toes curl.

  “Get over me again like you were before.”

  Releasing the headboard, she balanced herself as she’d been before he’d stopped. Before she had a chance to open her lips, his tongue danced across her flesh. Instead of teasing her as he had, his ruthless licks pushed every thought right out of her head and she rolled against his mouth, the lapping sound combining with her moans and turning her on a little more.

  Vaguely, awareness of his mouth covering her pussy and sucking seeped into her. Her hands slid into his locks and she gripped them, bouncing against his lips in a fast motion.