Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Cash cleared his throat. “Why would I want to throw you off?”

  The entire time, Stretch didn’t move or change expression. Of course, he’d endure the fucking Spanish Inquisition on behalf of Cash. “Maybe cuz you a stupid motherfucker? Or you think my ass the stupid motherfucker?”

  “I just thought I’d offer a little fun,” Cash replied, then nodded to Diesel, changing the subject. “Can he come with us or what?”

  It shocked the fuck out of him, but in that moment, in this instant, he was a father first. “It’s a fuckin’ school night, so fuck no.”

  Diesel’s face crumpled.

  “Some other time,” Cash promised Daphne, who came to Christopher again and ran her tongue over her lips.

  Needing to regain control, Christopher laid Rule on the bench next to Mort. “You four, go play,” he ordered CJ, Rory, Ryan, and Devon, stepping away from the Bob again, only to have her follow him. Again.

  Once the little boys walked away, Christopher grabbed the Bob’s arm, pretending he didn’t see the way CJ kept glancing back.

  “Stay the fuck away from me, unless you want me fuckin’ up you and Cash.”

  She ran a finger down his arm, her eyes begging for a fuck. “You wouldn’t hurt us, just because we want you to feel good.”

  “You makin’ me feel good mean my wife feelin’ hurt.”

  “She wouldn’t have to know.”

  “I would fuckin’ know. I ain’t betrayin’ her. If you thinkin’ about seducin’ me, then you ain’t givin’ a fuck about my girl. That mean, you a threat to her. That mean, you a fuckin’ dead bitch.”

  She stepped back, still smiling, not fucking believing him. “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “Fuck all, cuz I got everything I fuckin’ want at my house. Megan my heart and soul. I’ll blow any motherfucker the fuck away who threaten that. I fuckin’ suggest before you fuck with me again, ask some-fucking-body to clue you the fuck in.”

  She swallowed, falling from her high fucking horses.

  Hoping his point was made, Christopher turned to Diesel. “Ain’t you fuckin’ ‘round with Mindy?”

  “Fuck, come on, Christopher,” Johnnie complained. “No fucking way will that last. He’s a sixteen-year-old kid.”

  Christopher ignored Johnnie, working out in his head what about the situation bothered him. “Ain’t you with Mindy?” he pressed.

  “It’ll only be a little fun, Uncle Chris.”

  “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with fuckin’ fun, but it ain’t right leadin’ a girl on. You wanna fuck different bitches, ain’t no use pretendin’ you wanna be with one bitch. Ain’t fair to Mindy.”

  “I like Mindy a lot, although we aren’t meant to be together. I’m just with her until I get who I really want,” he confessed. “I like Mindy as a friend. She doesn’t have to know if I go with Cash.”

  “You would fuckin’ know. If you fuckin’ like her, don’t smile in her fuckin’ face and fuck over her behind her back. I ain’t expectin’ you to marry this girl, but you ain’t gotta be a cheatin’ dickhead. Before I met Megan, I fucked a bunch of bitches. Ain’t a secret. I started fuckin’ young, but I ain’t ever fucked over a girl cuz I ain’t ever claimed one as my old lady.”

  He’d learned to respect women from Big Joe. After Dinah, the man had never claimed one bitch. He always said they couldn’t accuse him of hurting them by pretending to be more than what they were. That wasn’t to say cheating didn’t take place in the club. Christopher couldn’t control another motherfucker’s cock. What he could do was try and guide his kids in the right direction.

  “I can fuckin’ stand here and tell you to go and let this club whore suck your cock raw. She a pretty chick. As a fuckin’ man, I wanna tell you to go for it. But more shit than stickin’ your cock in every bitch ‘round make a fuckin’ man, Diesel.”

  “Sooo if I break up with Mindy, I could party with Cash?”

  “Gettin’ your cock sucked more important than her?” Fuck yeah, at Diesel’s age, but learning to be a decent motherfucker to women started early.

  Diesel dropped his gaze to the ground.

  “Leave her the fuck alone,” Christopher advised. “Not to fuckin’ party with Cash. Just cuz you ain’t ready for bein’ fuckin’ exclusive.”

  He’d felt that all along, and had monitored the situation, so he’d use this opportunity to point that out.

  “Uncle Chris, if you weren’t married to Aunt Meggie, would you go with her?” He thrust his chin to the Bob.

  Christopher snickered. “Fuck yeah, boy.”

  “That’s a little…what do you call it?” Cash pretended to think. “Hypocritical.”

  Instead of punching the fuck out of Cash, Christopher shrugged. He wasn’t helping this fucking situation. Further-fucking-more, he didn’t have kids, so he needed to shut the fuck up. “Ain’t a fuckin’ hypocrite. Fuckin’ a necessary part of life.”

  “She’s real pretty,” Diesel insisted.

  “I got fuckin’ eyes so I see she fuckin’ pretty. Ain’t no bitch comparin’ to my Megan, though, so her dick suckin’ skills ain’t matterin’ to me. She not Megan.”

  “Does that mean when I fall in love I won’t get a hard-on for other girls?”

  “Fuck. What the fuck kinda question is that? If your cock work, you can’t control the motherfucker if a bitch get a rise outta it. What the fuck you can control is what the fuck you do with your hard cock.”

  “Jesus Christ, let me get out of here,” Cash muttered in disgust. “I didn’t know sex-ed lessons fell under bad-ass biker requirements.”

  “Fuck, Cash. I’d take this shit any day over what we just got through,” Val told him.

  Mort stood. “We still bad-ass bikers. We just happen to be husbands and fathers, my ass being one of the motherfucker’s who have to get his kid home.”

  “We have to get to the pizza parlor.” Johnnie headed toward Rory and the other boys.

  Cash grabbed the Bob’s hand. “What about this weekend? We can party at my house, Diesel. You, me, Stretch, her, and any other bitches she wants to bring.”

  She licked her lips. “Suppose I want the three of you all on my own?”

  “We can arrange that, too,” Cash promised with a grin.

  Judging by his look, Diesel was just short of panting like a fucking puppy. Christopher had already told Diesel no and tried to offer some bullshit excuse. But he couldn’t account for all the kid’s time. He had a curfew and, as long as he made it, Christopher wasn’t up Diesel’s ass about his whereabouts.

  The boy knew better than to fuck up in any way that might piss Christopher the fuck off. In this instance, if Christopher told him ‘no’, he’d sneak off with Cash’s help.

  Christopher lifted Rule, not wanting Diesel to feel as if he had to hide anything. The kid needed to know he always had a line of communication open.

  “Bring your fuckin’ ass to my fuckin’ office bright and fuckin’ early tomorrow, motherfucker,” he barked to Cash. The motherfucker had put him in a fucked up position. “Me and you gotta fuckin’ talk.” He nodded to Diesel. “Partyin’ with this motherfucker ain’t gonna be a fuckin’ habit, under-fuckin-stand?”

  “Yeah, Uncle Chris.” Diesel kicked at the grass. “Are you upset with me?”

  He was upset with himself. Knowing the wrongness of what he’d agreed to, but remembering being Diesel’s age and doing the same thing. “No, my ass fuckin’ fine.” He sounded upset like a motherfucker. “Let’s call this a fuckin’ day.”

  Christopher walked to his pickup, carrying Rule while CJ skipped next to him. Head down, Diesel loped along, a little lost and confused. Cash’s fucked-up antics had dampened the entire day, and affected Diesel the most. Knowing the little motherfucker’s fragile esteem, Christopher would take him aside later, and talk to him alone and remind Diesel just how proud of him he was.

  “What are you doing the rest of the afternoon? You never did tell me why you need to leave tw
o hours earlier on a Monday.”

  After gathering her purse from the desk drawer and shrug from the back of her chair, Fee smiled in Kendall’s direction. “I have a class to get to.”

  Kendall got to her feet, slid her leather Executive chair to her desk, and lifted a brow. “I didn’t realize you were in school again.”

  “I’m not.” It shouldn’t have surprised her that Kendall knew she’d once been in school. “It’s a class to better myself.”

  “Meditation? Exercise? What type of class is it?”

  Not seeing the harm in telling Kendall the truth, Fee decided to share. “It’s naked yoga.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “It’s naked yoga,” she repeated.

  “Like completely naked?”

  Fee nodded. She’d enrolled in the class, last year, two months after the deaths of her sisters and nieces, as a method of self-awareness and relaxation. To be exposed in such a non-sexual manner, she’d found the exercises liberating. Everyone who attended came for the same reason as Fee, and it had nothing to do with ogling each other or hooking up. “Underwear is optional,” she explained, amused at Kendall’s gawking, her reaction precisely the reason no one close to her knew about her hobby. “It’s co-ed, by the way.”

  Kendall’s surprise turned to interest. “Really?”

  “Yes. Would you care to join me one day?” She thought of Johnnie’s reaction to that. “On the other hand, never mind. I rather like my instructor. I wouldn’t want your husband to kill him.”

  “Johnnie isn’t a barbarian like…”

  “Christopher,” Fee finished with a glare, satisfied at Kendall’s blush. She rifled through her purse for her keys. “I have to go. See you tomorrow.”

  “Do you mind if I came with you to this class? Johnnie will be home soon with Rory. I’m so bored. Johnnie gives me everything I’ve asked for, but once I’m finished work for the day, I have nothing to do.”

  “You’re a mom. There’s always something to do.” Her mother had been forever busy with cooking, cleaning, laundry, errands, reading to them, and a lot of other things that Fee would forever cherish. “My mother never slowed down. You can take this time to bond with Mattie.”

  “Her name’s Matilda. My children will not have silly nicknames.”

  “You won’t be able to control that.” Especially once they went to school and acquired friends.

  “Can I come with you or not?”

  “If you follow me in your car. The class is near my house. Once it ends, I have to cook my supper, lay out my clothes for tomorrow. Things like that.”

  “Fine. Give me a minute to contact Johnnie and inform Ella I’ll be out for the evening.”

  “Hey, didn’t Johnnie say he needed to talk to you?”

  A guilty look crossed Kendall’s features, clearing when she smiled and smoothed her fingers over her yoga pants. “We always have things to discuss. It wasn’t particularly important.”

  Fee felt otherwise, but that was on Kendall. “Okay. I’ll wait in my car.”

  Outside, in the overcast day, she headed to her car, drinking in the breathtaking loveliness of the surrounding area. The house sat near a cave, while, yards away, through a stand of trees, ran a stream that snaked through the woods. One day, she vowed to follow its pathway to see just where she’d end up.

  In the distance, the skeleton of a new house rose up, the beginnings of the cottage Digger was having built for Bunny. A nice little area of land perfect for Fee’s house sat nearby. Though it seemed as if this land was exclusively for the houses of Christopher’s close friends and their wives, if Fee asked her brother to build her a house, he would.

  She smiled at her pretty red vehicle, a Christmas present from him and Meggie. While Christopher put up the money, Fee was sure Meggie had chosen it for her.

  Thinking of Christopher reminded Fee to fire off a quick text, assuring him she had nothing to report. She hoped she was making the right decision, in trying to handle all she’d learned today, in the same manner Meggie tackled Kendall’s ridiculous accusations.

  Just as she finished, a honking horn startled her. Kendall had driven behind without her even noticing. Hurrying behind the wheel, Fee sped off a moment later. The road cutting through the trees and ending at Johnnie’s and Kendall’s house was a real convenience in inclement weather. Otherwise, the ten-minute walk to the club served as perfect exercise.

  That’s why she’d chosen to do it earlier today, never expecting to run into Stretch, and then Cash. She’d just wanted to clear her head.

  Instead of remembering the abandon she’d felt tussling on the ground or the satisfaction of Cash’s response to the scene, she’d concentrate on the evening ahead.

  Tonight, alone in her bed, would be soon enough to lose herself in the dilemma of her two lost boys.

  “Talon, this is my cousin’s wife, Kendall.” Fee introduced her yoga instructor to Kendall twenty-five minutes later, just a few minutes before the class began.

  Including herself, only twelve people attended, split between men and women. Talon tipped the scale in favor of the men, but tonight Kendall once again balanced it out.

  He held out a hand, his smile wide. “Nice to meet you, Kendall.”

  “The pleasure is mine.”

  “I have an extra mat,” he told her. “In case you didn’t bring your own?”

  “I didn’t.” She smiled, reclaiming her hand. “You’re a lifesaver.”

  “I aim to please.”

  Snorting, Fee snatched Kendall’s hand and dragged her away from the instructor. “He’s married. So are you,” she added.

  “Stop being so uptight, Fee. The man’s hot. I never thought there was another man with such beautiful green eyes.”

  “Compared to who?” Johnnie had silver eyes, a more unusual color than green to Fee’s thinking.

  “Oh. That actor. What’s his name?”

  “No clue.”

  “You know who I’m talking about, silly.” Kendall rolled her eyes. “Forget about it. You’re no help at all. Talon is rather handsome with his green eyes and black hair.”

  “Kind of reminds me of Christopher, but I can’t think of an actor.”

  “Oh, please. Talon is so lean compared to your brother’s muscles and height. Not that I pay attention to anything about your brother.”

  At Kendall’s breathy tone, Fee plastered a smile on her lips. It sounded as if Kendall noticed a lot about Christopher. “How true.”

  “Here you are.” Talon handed Kendall the mat, grinning when her gaze dropped to his penis. “You can change behind the screen.”

  “I’ll show her.” Once again, Fee dragged Kendall away, mortified as Talon’s laughter floated to them. He might’ve been married, but he was a flirt, rumored to be hooking up with the pretty building receptionist. He wouldn’t hesitate to sleep with Kendall, then go on as if it never happened.

  Behind the screen, she began to unbutton her dress. “Oh my God, you’ve got to stop. None of the guys here have penises to fuck tonight. They are totally non-sexual instruments. Okay? Just like our vaginas. We’re here to improve ourselves. Stop acting like a school girl.”

  Rattled by Kendall’s behavior, Fee stuffed her dress in her bag, not bothering to lay it out as she usually did. She stepped out of her flats as Kendall peeped around the screen, her shirt already gone.

  “There are two old guys out there. I wouldn’t look at their shriveled cocks if you paid me.” Kendall removed her sneakers and socks, then her pants, folding them with the care Fee hadn’t taken with her dress. “Same with those old women. Their boobs are about at their knees. Why they’d ever undress in front of other people is beyond me.”

  “You’re horrible,” Fee said around laughter. Despite Kendall’s inappropriate comments, they were funny. She slid out of her panties, unhooked her bra, and dropped the underwear into her bag.

  Kendall twisted her hair into a messy bun, then removed her bra. “What do you do when you’re on you
r period?” Her panties dropped to the floor. “I mean for the class.”

  “I don’t attend.”

  “A tampon would work.”

  “Ew, disgusting. The string would hang out.”

  “Yeah, but think of everyone’s reactions.”

  “Come on, woman, and behave.”

  To save time, Fee sat up Kendall’s mat, who was still too busy stealing glances at Talon and surveying the rest of the students. Her nudity didn’t shame her in the least. It had taken Fee several classes to feel comfortable. She still wouldn’t attend the advanced classes, but sometimes practiced the more challenging poses on her own in private.

  “We’re warming up. Follow my lead,” she told Kendall, then sat with her butt flat on the floor, legs crossed, and feet beneath each knee. She turned her palms up. “Breathe in and out. If you can pick up on what Talon is doing without watching him, close your eyes. But, since this is your first class, it might be easier if you kept them open.”

  “I told you, Fee,” Talon called out in the small space. He winked at her. “You can teach right alongside me.”

  The older guy who’d started the class the same day as Fee nodded. “I’ve been telling her the same thing.”

  “No thank you,” she said, straightening her spine and drawing her clasped hands to her chest. “I have a real fear of standing on my head.”

  “Inversion poses aren’t just standing on your head,” Blue, one of the younger women who’d made several attempts to befriend Fee, pointed out. “It helps with muscle strength and agility. There are other positions at the intermediate and advanced levels.”

  “Still not for me.”

  “We’ll change your mind,” Talon vowed.

  “Try your best, but I can be quite stubborn.”