Smoke and Mirrors: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel

by Kristine Allen

  He leaned over enough to take off one boot, then the other, before kicking them to the side. His hand went to his zipper as his eyes raked me head to toe. Instinct had me wanting to cover myself. Desire had me still. Waiting.

  My chest heaved as I watched him lower his waistband until his cock sprang free.

  If I said he was fucking beautiful, it would be an understatement. For a man in his mid thirties, he was stunning. Muscles rippled as he gripped his length tightly in his fist and stroked it while I wantonly stared.

  I caught myself licking my lips, wanting a taste of the clear bead of precum leaking from the tip. I knew he noticed because his chest jumped with his rapid inhale and his hand stroked faster.

  Drawn to him, I started to get up. “No. Touch yourself. I want to hear if you’re ready for me, because once I get up there, I won’t be waiting. You pushed for this and you’re going to get it. What I just did is as sweet as I get. I don’t make love, Nova. I fuck. Hard.”

  Jesus.

  “If you’re still in, then do as I said,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

  My hand moved like wildfire to my pussy, exactly as he instructed. One finger, then two dipped into my soaking wet core. I’d known without touching myself what I’d encounter. I was pretty sure he had too.

  The slick, wet sounds my fingers made as they pushed in and out filled the room. Needing more, I used my lubricated fingertips to circle my clit before dipping into my sheath again.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he growled. I complied.

  He crouched down. There was a rustling sound, then he stood and tore open the wrapper. Tossing it to join the scattered mess of our clothing, he slowly rolled the condom down his thick, pulsing cock. My eyes bugged a little at the sheer massiveness he held tight in his fist again.

  I’d been transfixed on that huge thing so much that I wasn’t paying attention to him actually climbing up on the bed and nestling between my legs. He tugged my fingers from where they were buried knuckle deep and sucked them clean.

  Another whimper escaped me.

  While he was doing that, the tip of his cock was prodding at my opening. He buried one hand under my shoulder as he rested on his elbow. His fingers curled around the back of my neck. Then, slipping the thick end of his beautiful cock through the slick juices, he didn’t even give me a trial stroke.

  Oh, no.

  He wasn’t kidding when he said he fucked.

  Because his hips snapped forward so fast he was buried balls deep in me immediately.

  Not being used to that kind of girth, I cried out at the burn. My nails were digging into his broad shoulders, my back arched off the bed, and my breaths came in short gasps.

  Having mercy on me, he soothed me by licking and sucking on the side of my neck and shoulder until I relaxed. Once he was sure I was with him, he commenced to fucking my brains out.

  There were no pretty words to describe it differently. Though he held his body off mine so he didn’t crush me, his weight still covered me, and it was glorious. Lost in the act, he thrust hard and with purpose.

  In no time at all, beautiful pleasure blossomed. Each stroke brought the pressure between my legs closer to an explosion. Two more savage plunges, and I erupted. Fluid gushed from me as I soaked his still pounding cock.

  The man was a beast. He didn’t slow as I fell apart; he drove me higher.

  In a blur, he was up on his knees, jerking my hips to his. My legs were carelessly slung over his forearms as he continued his mission.

  Grunts, slapping skin, and my whimpers were happening in time to a banging I ignored. Sweat glistened on his sculpted body and ran down his chest as he fucked me like a man possessed—his gaze focused on his length powering in and out of me.

  I’d barely recovered from my first explosive climax, yet I could feel another one chasing it. “Grayson,” I rasped in shock. “I’m going to come again.”

  His pale green eyes flashed to mine. I didn’t think it was possible, but his pace increased and the force of each thrust damn near split me in two. The tension within me grew. Higher and higher it climbed.

  By then, sweat dripped from his brow. His fingers dug into my hips, and his breaths were ragged. One minute my pleasure was building, the next I was shattering in ecstasy. Pieces of me scattered to the four winds.

  “Grayson!” I cried as I came apart. Three erratic thrusts, and he was buried deeper than I’d ever imagined he could be. Eyes tightly closed, tendons corded in his neck, he was magnificent—a god among men as he roared. His thick cock pulsed along with my never-ending orgasm.

  For endless moments, he held me tight to him as he continued to throb inside me. After a brief shudder, he relaxed and let my hips ease from his grip. I whimpered as he gripped the condom and slipped free of my heat.

  A breathless laugh escaped him and he kneeled between my legs, staring down at me. He gave my nipple a quick tweak, then grinned and went to the bathroom. Muscles the consistency of Jell-O, I watched as he tied the filled condom off and tossed it in the trash.

  “Lift your ass,” he said when he returned. I was barely able to move but he managed to pull the covers down, climb in, and drag me to curl into his front.

  Who knew a man who fucked like an animal liked to snuggle?

  The banging I’d barely registered earlier hadn’t stopped. Tipping my head back, I looked at the wall behind my headboard. When I looked to him in question, he laughed.

  “I’d say your neighbors are getting some of the same.”

  My eyes bugged, because I realized if we were hearing them, they’d likely heard us. “Oh my God!”

  “Trust me, they didn’t notice.” He chuckled into my hair. “Give me a bit and I’ll give them a run for their money.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  He made good on that promise. Four more times. Four.

  When I woke in the morning, his side of the bed was cold and I was sore in the most wonderful of ways.

  But as I lay there, I couldn’t help but replay his words from the night before.

  This complicated things.

  “Flatliner”—Cole Swindell (feat. Dierks Bentley)

  In the sober light of day I questioned my sanity. Trying to shake it off, I pulled my helmet over my head as Radar and Truth grumbled about having to get up so early.

  “Fuck, P, couldn’t we have slept in? What’s the rush?” Radar bitched.

  My eyes narrowed on him as I flipped up my visor. “Because I fucking said we’re leaving. You wanna question me again?”

  His eyes darted away and he grabbed his helmet. “No, Prez,” he grumbled as he put it on.

  Truth wisely kept a still tongue.

  Once I mounted up, they followed suit. Trying not to rack my pipes too loud, I started my bike. Not that I was sneaking out like a thief in the night, but I didn’t want to wake Nova. I hadn’t gone easy on her, and I knew she’d likely be exhausted.

  It didn’t take long to get home, and I gave the boys a wave right before I pulled in my driveway and they kept going. The garage door was mostly up as I rolled in and parked next to my other baby.

  My phone was ringing as I shut off the bike and rested it on the kickstand.

  Thinking it was Nova, my heart rippled, and my stomach was unsettled. A glance at the screen showed it was Lock.

  “Yeah.”

  “Hey, Prez, just want to see if you were home. Getting ready to run Mattie over there,” he said. A smile carried over on his tone.

  “Yeah. I’m here. See you soon.” I ended the call because I didn’t want to hear his mouth.

  Last night was unusual for me, and every one of them knew it.

  Resetting the alarm as I went in, I dropped my shit on the table and hung my cut over the back of the chair. Then I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and guzzled half of it down.

  Leaning against the counter, I finished the bottle as my mind wandered.

  Nova had been off-limits. She’d been my childhood friend. Fuc
k, she’d been Anna’s friend. I had no business fucking her. Hell, until she showed up in my office, I’d barely thought of her in years.

  Despite the way she’d been groping me, I shouldn’t have let things go that far. It was a mistake to even stand so close to her. Except, like a siren, she’d lured me in. Whether she’d meant to or not, I’d been helpless against her pull, and that pissed me off.

  If there was anything I hated, it was not being in control.

  The front door opened, and I heard the alarm code being keyed in. “Dad?”

  “In here,” I answered.

  Mattie came into the kitchen, followed by Lock.

  “Hey, Dad. How was your night?” she asked as she poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat at the table.

  Pausing to see if I could read into her question, I then glanced at Lock to see if the smartass had said something to my daughter about me going home with someone. I’d beat his fucking ass if he had.

  She didn’t seem like she was fishing.

  “It was fine. How were Lock’s rug rats?” I grinned.

  “Aww, they were awesome. They always are.” She finished her glass, then put it in the sink.

  She stood on her tiptoes and I leaned over so she could kiss my cheek. “I have some homework to do. See you later, Uncle Lock.” She raised a hand to him.

  He waved, and she wandered down the hall. Once her door clicked shut, Lock pounced. “So.”

  “So what?”

  “So I can’t believe you went home with some random chick. What the fuck’s up with that?” He grinned as he stood there with his arms crossed.

  “She’s not some random,” I said with a frown. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized my error.

  “Oh yeah, you said she was an old friend. And she came into the shop the other day. She didn’t seem like the type to have a bike she needed worked on.” Fucker was toying with me, and I didn’t like it.

  “That’s none of your fucking business,” I bit out.

  He raised his hands in surrender. “Easy. I was just curious. None of us has seen you get that wound up with a chick. You were all up in her space all night. You might as well have pissed on her. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve seen you with anyone since I’ve been down here.” Sure I’ve had my share of women, but I hadn’t brought any of them around the club. It had been casual and I never made a big deal out of them.

  “Maybe it’s been a while,” I hedged. It had, but I wasn’t discussing my sex life or lack of with my SAA.

  Raised brows were his response.

  Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes and pulled off the counter. “I got shit to do. Did you need anything besides trying to find out when I last got my dick wet?”

  Trying to hide his grin, he ducked his head. Then he raised it, but his eyes were twinkling mischievously. “Nope. Raiven is probably wondering what’s taking me so long. I still need to stop by the store to get the kids some ice cream because the fucking swear jar was full.”

  I snorted. “I wonder why.”

  Unrepentant, he shrugged. “Well, if it’s any consolation, Raiven and Gwen approve of her.”

  “It’s not.” I blinked. There was no way I was giving him an inch. Even though I had a feeling he knew a little more than he was saying. Raiven and Gwen had gone to the bathroom with Nova a few times the night before—because obviously women needed to piss in groups. After his comments, I wondered what all they had talked about.

  No way was I going to ask like some ridiculously eager high school kid. Besides, it wasn’t going to happen again, so it didn’t matter.

  “Suit yourself. See you later at the clubhouse.” He gave me a hug goodbye and let himself out.

  “Great. Now you’ve got the brothers’ tongues wagging like a bunch of fucking girls’,” I bitched out loud as I threw dirty clothes in the wash.

  After I had it going, I grabbed my phone off the table. Nothing.

  It didn’t matter.

  For a second, I thought about sending her a text.

  Disgusted with myself, I went into my bedroom, changed, and then went into my home gym. After running five miles on the treadmill, I was going crazy. The more I sweated, the more I smelled her on me.

  Trying to mask it, I rubbed some Icy-Hot on my arms. Then I went to the bench and knocked out three sets of fifteen reps. By the time I was done, sweat was running down my face. When I wiped it away, I paused. Belatedly remembering the fucking Icy-Hot, I swore, “Motherfucker!”

  Eyes watering as they burned like the fires of hell were upon them, I rushed out of the gym and toward the kitchen.

  Mattie’s head popped out of her room as I passed. “You okay? I heard you yell.”

  “Got Icy-Hot in my damn eyes!”

  Her giggles followed me down the hall, but I wasn’t stopping to chew her ass for laughing at me. My goal was making it to the sink.

  Splashing water over and over on my face soothed the burn only slightly. Deciding a shower was the way to go, I moved on to my room and stripped down as the water heated.

  Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I paused. Then I looked down at my chest.

  “Well, damn.”

  Nova had been as wild as I was savage, it appeared. At least if the claw marks on my chest and back were to be believed. Remembering how they got there had my cock stirring.

  No. Bad idea. Mm-mm, nope.

  Of course it didn’t listen. I ended up having to jack my shit in the shower. Christ, I wasn’t a young kid anymore. It was pathetically ridiculous that I needed to resort to that crap.

  Fuck. My. Life.

  “So Smoke, how was your night?” Raiven propped her chin on her palm as she grinned at me.

  Taking a sip of my beer, I met her gaze and blatantly ignored her question. It was a beautiful afternoon, so we were sitting outside at the picnic tables off to the side of the building. The breeze blowing through the live oaks above us kept it from being too warm.

  Gwen dropped into the seat next to her with a plate piled with food. As she stared at it, she wrinkled her nose. “I think maybe my eyes were bigger than my stomach,” she said.

  I laughed. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty,” I assured her as Styx sat down with an even bigger plate.

  “Let’s eat!” He rubbed his hands together and dove in.

  Lock set Raiven’s plate in front of her, and I smirked at how pussy-whipped he was. He scowled at me before flipping me off.

  “What the fuck you flipping me off for? I didn’t say a word,” I say in laughing shock.

  “Because you don’t have to say anything. Trust me, that face says it all,” he grumbled.

  The sounds of laughter and good-natured ribbing filled the air as everyone enjoyed the meal. As my gaze passed over each member of my club, my heart swelled. Mattie was giggling and running around with Presley, and Lock’s baby was dozing in one of those playpen things in the shade. This was my family, and I loved every fucking one of them.

  Realizing something was off, I tried to figure out what it was. Then it hit me.

  “Where the fuck is Check?” I asked as I looked around again. We’d all been so busy relaxing and bullshitting that I hadn’t realized he wasn’t there yet. That made me feel like a piece of shit president, because I usually clocked every member when we got together. Very little escaped me. “He called me to say he was running a little late because of some shit in the grocery store parking lot but he should’ve been here by now.”

  Everyone froze. Half of us checked our watches, the others, their phones. “He didn’t message me,” Styx said as he looked up from his phone. Which prompted everyone to check to see if he’d contacted them.

  “That’s not normal for him. He doesn’t miss all this home cooking,” Straight said with a frown.

  “Which grocery store was he stopping at?” Styx asked.

  “He didn’t say but I assumed the H-E-B over by his place.” I was already calling Check’s number.

  “Want me to
go check out the route between here and there?” Lock asked.

  “I can go with him,” added Styx.

  “No, Styx, you stay here. Radar, you go with Lock to see if maybe he’s broke down and his phone is dead. It’s going straight to voicemail. Any of you know how to work his shit in there to track his phone?” I motioned toward the clubhouse. Everyone looked at me like I’d asked them to clean up dog shit from the floor.

  “Jesus. Radar, surely you know how to figure it out.” Exasperation colored my words.

  He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, P, I know security, extraction, and reconnaissance but I don’t know how to work those crazy programs he has set up.”

  “Goddammit. First thing we’re doing is getting someone trained for shit like this.”

  “You’re probably right, he might be broke down.” Truth nodded.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. It was said with more conviction than I really felt. My gut told me something was wrong. Rarely were my gut feelings wrong. Like the day I’d told Anna to keep her ass in the car.

  “We’re out, bossman. As soon as we know something, we’ll call.” Lock brushed a kiss across Raiven’s lips. They shared a smile and whispered words that actually made my chest ache. Because I’d had that once.

  They mounted up on their bikes and within minutes we could hear them roaring down the highway. I tried to call Check again.

  Nothing.

  What had started as a typical fun family gathering for the club had turned into one filled with tension. Some people ate with less gusto, while a few of the brothers tossed their plates without finishing them.

  Raiven and Gwen quietly took the kids inside to watch a movie. Mattie gave me a questioning glance.

  “Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Go inside to help with the little ones. I appreciate it.”

  “Okay, Dad.” For once, she did as she was told without back talking me.

  The brothers gathered together. Slice lit up a cigarette.

  “Hand me one of those.”

  He looked at me with wide eyes.

  “Smoke, you quit over three years ago,” Styx said, like I didn’t remember.