FALLEN GOD_GODS OF CHAOS MC_BOOK EIGHT

by Honey Palomino

  “Me, too,” I whispered, my hands caressing his broad shoulders. His naked chest against mine was too much to bear. Sure I’d die before the night was over, I didn’t even care.

  He could devour me…

  Take me to some place I’d never be able to return from..

  Bulldoze over my body with his own, until I was completely unrecognizable, and I wouldn’t care.

  All I cared about in this moment was him.

  Against me…

  Inside of me…

  Moving with me, our bodies tangled together, my thighs wrapped around his rocking hips as he slid inside, warmth finding warmth, lust fanning lust, heat igniting heat…

  He was everything I’d imagined, and together, we were one sensually moving flash of pleasure, our bodies dancing as if they’d never danced before, his hardness sliding through my softness like a knife, implanting his heat and rendering me breathless, speechless, my entire soul begging for everything he had to give me.

  “Please don’t stop,” I begged, my hips flailing towards him, my fingers clutching at his strong back.

  “Never, baby, never,” he growled, his voice low and thick in my ear. He slammed into me, so strong, so deep, each stroke filled with purpose, each slide reaching a place deeper than anyone had ever reached.

  I lost myself in his arms, melting into his touch, disappearing into the bliss his kiss provided, fading into his hard heat, until there was no ‘me’, there was no ‘him’, there was just us — our bodies, our souls, weaving together into a magic so perfect and pure that the light glowed from inside of us, a radiance so untainted it was godly.

  CHAPTER 39

  NATE

  Afterwards, I lay awake the rest of the night, Donna’s head resting on my chest as she slept deeply. Making love to her had been more than I’d ever imagined it would be, and now that I’d tasted her, slid inside of her, felt her shaking with pleasure around my cock, I knew I’d never be able to let her go.

  We were an unlikely pair, I knew this, too.

  ‘The biker and the FBI agent’ sounded like a bad sitcom.

  But I didn’t give a damn about any of that. Now that I had her in my arms, her warm bare skin pressed up against me like it was made to be there — there was no going back.

  Listening to her breathe in the darkness, I knew that dawn would bring challenges. Perhaps she only meant for this to last for this one night and then she’d go back home and that would be it.

  Maybe she’d need time to see it.

  Maybe she’d need a little convincing.

  And if tonight, the way that felt, the way we felt, wasn’t enough, then I’d gladly spend as long as it took to do it over and over until she was as convinced as I was that we were meant to be together.

  I bent my head, kissing her hair and pulling her close, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

  “I’m never going to let you go,” I whispered. She was sound asleep, she’d never hear me, but that didn’t matter either. I’d say it all again as soon as she woke up. “I’m never going to let you go because I love you.”

  ***

  At some point, I fell asleep, too. When I woke up, she was gone. With a start, I looked around the room quickly to find everything was just as we’d left it. Our clothes tangled up on the floor, the sheets tangled around my naked hips.

  “Donna?” I called out.

  “I’m in the shower,” she shouted. A slow smile spread across my face as I hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I flung open the shower curtain and there she was — the wettest dream I’d ever had.

  “Hey!” she cried out.

  I stepped into the tub and sank to my knees with a mischievous smile.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m hungry,” I growled, my hands landing on her wet thighs and sliding them apart.

  “Nate!” She laughed. “They’re serving breakfast at the restaurant.”

  “I don’t think this is on the menu,” I said, dipping my head between her thighs and sliding my tongue between her soft lips. Her hands fell to the back of my head and she whimpered deliciously. I moaned with pleasure, my tongue sinking deeper, finding her center and devouring her juices.

  She fell back against the wall, her thighs opening wide as she cried out in pleasure. I worked my mouth against her, my fingers finding their way to her heat, until she was screaming and flailing against my tongue, her sweet, delectable release washing over my lips.

  When she was done, I stood up, turning her around and grabbing her hips before plunging my hardness inside of her. Thrusting harder and harder, slamming into her warm center, my body shuddered as I exploded, her heat spasming around me, her tightness gripping me hard as we shuddered over and over with pleasure.

  I turned her around, my lips crashing into hers, our tongues searching for the closeness we’d both become addicted to. We stayed there kissing softly until the water grew cold.

  Moments later, we were dressed and I paced around the room waiting for her while she brushed her teeth. Her bags were packed by the door, but her briefcase was open on the dresser. I glanced down, stopping as I realized what I was looking at.

  A stack of glossy photographs stared back up at me and I picked one up to have a closer look.

  “What is this?” I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me and nodded.

  “Pictures from the crime scenes. You aren’t supposed to see those.”

  “What’s that on her hip?”

  “The killer tattooed his victims.”

  “With the number eight?”

  “I think it’s an infinity sign.”

  “Guess it could be either,” I said, turning the picture sideways and nodding. “He did this to each of them?”

  “He did.”

  “That’s fucked up.”

  “I know,” she said.

  “Jesus, what the hell is wrong with people?”

  “There’s a lot of sick people in the world,” she said. She’d finished brushing and walked over, closing up her briefcase.

  “Forget you saw those,” she said.

  “Already forgotten.”

  “Thank you,” she said, as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

  “Thank you,” I replied. “That was the best night of my life.”

  “The best? Really?”

  “Yes,” I nodded, my expression growing serious. “When can I see you again?”

  “I’m not sure. I’m headed back home.”

  “I’ll come to you.”

  “Oh, well, in that case, how about tonight?” she asked, with a smile.

  “It’s a date,” I said, tasting her lips once more. I couldn’t get enough of her. Touching her, kissing her, making love to her. I couldn’t imagine kissing her and thinking I’d ever had enough. One never had enough of a woman like Donna.

  “Text me your address and what time you want me to be there,” I said.

  “Let’s plan on seven,” she said.

  “I’m all yours,” I growled. She laughed, turning her beautiful face up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her kiss was as incredible as the first time, and a million times better than the last.

  “You keep up all this kissing and I’m going to have you back in that bed in two seconds,” I growled, pressing my erection into her.

  “Didn’t you get enough in the shower and last night?” she asked.

  “Since you asked,” I said, reaching down and scooping her up under her knees and cradling her in my arms. She cried out in laugher as I dropped her on the bed. “No, I didn’t. Not nearly enough…”

  CHAPTER 40

  THE FALLEN GOD

  “You’re such a failure,” one of them said.

  “You can’t do anything right,” another one said.

  The women danced around me in a circle — laughing, taunting, teasing — as they wrapped the ropes around my chest.

  Their necks left such a pretty shade of crimson by my grip, their hands caressed the fire grow
ing around us as they giggled endlessly. Naked, one of them sat in my lap, straddling me, their musky warmth mere inches from my flaccid penis.

  “You can’t even get it up,” she laughed, pointing down between my legs, before standing up and dancing away into the darkness. I cried out into the dense emptiness, struggling against the ropes.

  One by one, they disappeared to the edges of my mind, leaving nothing but me and my loneliness.

  “Son, it’s over. Times up. You’re done.” My father’s voice bellowed from the darkness.

  “No!” I cried. “I can do better, I promise.”

  “You’ll never be enough,” he replied, his voice clear as a bell in my spinning head. “Give up. Give up…”

  Alone again, I clawed at the darkness, sweating, trembling.

  Air became water, and I gasped for relief, fighting the pull of gravity, warring against the cold, dark water that yearned to engulf me.

  I gave in, the hungry man living inside of me submitting to the inky well of despair…

  I awoke with a start, my motivation stronger than ever.

  They could haunt me all they wanted, but I’d never let him win.

  I was better than my old man and I’d prove it, if it was the last thing I ever did.

  CHAPTER 41

  NATE

  My day at the clubhouse passed with my head firmly planted in the clouds. I slept most of the day away, opting to take the day off from working on the cabin out of fear that I’d impale my hand on a nail or some shit out of distraction and lack of sleep.

  I hadn’t slept a wink and I didn’t have one regret. I laid low in my room and sometime in the late afternoon, I woke up and found my way out to find the other guys.

  Since Alton’s arrest, things had calmed down at the clubhouse significantly. The guys seemed to have found their way back into a groove, with some guys out front working on their bikes and others back working on the cabins, which were quickly coming along.

  “This is looking amazing,” I said, as I walked up on Crow and Blade, as they worked on installing some ceiling beams.

  “Definitely coming together,” Crow said, hammering in a nail. I remembered what Dad said about him and I wondered if I should check in with him. I decided I’d ask later, if I could get him alone. He and Blade weren’t all that close and I knew Crow was a private guy. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass him.

  “What are you up to today, brother?” Blade asked.

  “Just catching up on some sleep,” I said. “Got a date later.”

  “A date?” Crow asked, looking over his shoulder.

  “Yeah, um…” I said, hesitating. I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but I realized it was too late. “Not a big deal. Just some chick.”

  A pang of anger hit my heart. Donna was absolutely not just ‘some chick’. Still, I felt the need for discretion, at least until she and I figured things out.

  “Right on,” Crow muttered, going back to work. Blade picked up another beam and started whistling. I froze.

  “I know that song,” Crow said. “My old man used to love that show.”

  I paused, remembering what Donna told me about the song the killer whistled. I looked over at Blade, eyeing him up and down.

  “I think every old man watched that show,” Blade replied.

  “That’s true,” I said. Hell, Asher loved it, he’d have it on everyday when Eli and I would come home from school. It easily could of been us walking around whistling it.

  I shook my head as I realized Donna was right about that not being concrete evidence.

  We’d been enjoying a handful of clear sunny days lately and today, there wasn’t a cloud in the big blue Oregon sky. Unbroken sun rays beat down on the two of them, sweat pouring from their foreheads.

  Crow stood up, pulling off his shirt and wiping his head with it.

  He was covered in tattoos, his body cut and hard and riddled with various scars. But it was the large number eight tattooed directly in the center of his belly, the loops swirling around his navel, that caught my attention. I’d seen Crow without his shirt a million times, but I’d never noticed that particular tattoo before.

  “Is that new, dude?” I asked, pointing towards it.

  “Yeah, man,” he said. “Shadow had his gun out the other day. A couple of us got ‘em.”

  I nodded, biting my tongue.

  “Right on. See you guys later,” I said, turning and walking away. The pictures of the tattoos on the women’s hips that were lying in Donna’s room flashed in my mind.

  “You didn’t see those…” she’d said.

  I wasn’t even supposed to know there were tattoos at all.

  I shook my head, hating the thoughts going through it. A thread of suspicion had been planted and I needed time to think.

  Blade, Shadow, Crow…they were all great guys, guys I’d known for a long time — but I was quickly realizing there was a possibility I didn’t know them well at all.

  In the end, I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, keep my mouth shut and my head down. This wasn’t my case, and for the most part, it was over. I had other things to think about, and first things first — my date with Donna.

  The next hour was spent seeped in an anticipation so sweet, that by the time I was ready to drive to Portland, that fucking quivering had returned in full force.

  Smirking, I hid my smile behind my helmet as I waved goodbye to the guys on the way out. I hadn’t mentioned to any of them that I was going to see Donna.

  The thought of spilling my secret was almost painful. She was too good for me to talk to them about. I’d nearly come out of my skin each time they’d made some smart ass remark about her before.

  It was best this way.

  Sometimes, secrets were best kept secrets.

  The truth always comes out in time, sure, but secrets always have their place.

  My cock throbbed as I started my bike, my secret making the journey even sweeter. As the tires kicked up dust around me on the way down the driveway, I lost myself in the memory of last night.

  CHAPTER 42

  DONNA

  “This dog is going to eat me out of house and home!” Randolph complained in my ear. I was lying in bed — my own bed, finally, thankfully — and he’d woken me from the sweetest nap to complain about Sunshine. I’d insisted he take the dog home with him instead of putting her in a shelter, promising I’d help him find a permanent home for her. “She’s a beast.”

  “A beautiful beast,” I said. “Just feed her as much as she wants. I’ll help foot the bill. Don’t give her chocolate!”

  “I know that, Parrotti, I’m not stupid,” he said. I could almost see him roll his eyes at me over the phone.

  “Fine,” I said. “Did you just call me to complain about Sunshine?”

  “No, I called to gloat, actually,” he said.

  “Gloat?”

  “There was no body today! That means I was right. Alton’s the killer. I bet we’ll find all kinds of DNA matches.”

  “I still don’t feel right about this, Randolph.”

  “You just don’t want to admit you were wrong.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yes, it is. It’s a flaw, Parrotti. You should work on that.”

  “Are you done gloating?”

  “I guess so,” he said. “Are you coming into the office today?”

  “No, I’m taking the day off.” My date with Nate loomed in my mind like a luxurious vacation I was allowing myself.

  “Good for you,” he said. “I am, too. We deserve it.”

  “I guess,” I shrugged. “See you tomorrow.”

  He hung up just as a burst of barking broke through the line, and I put the phone down, smiling up at my ceiling. It felt amazing to be in my own bed, in my own neighborhood, with a Starbucks within walking distance. As much as I loved the solitude of the forest, there was only so much of that I could handle before I needed civilization.

  I thought of Nate and t
he rest of the Gods, all secluded out there and just killing time and waiting for a phone call to launch them into action. I guess I lived like that, too, but at least I could stop for coffee and a scone along the way.

  Usually, when I came home from working a hard case, I felt a sense of immense satisfaction, knowing I’d done a good job. And I could lay here on my bed knowing I’d made a difference in the world, that I’d be able to sleep at night knowing I’d helped humanity.

  Today — that was all missing.

  I’d gotten this far listening to my gut, trusting my intuition, never wavering in the defense of my beliefs. And with every cell in my body, my intuition was screaming at me that this case wasn’t over.

  That it wasn’t right.

  “It’s not him,” I whispered up to my ceiling. “It’s not him…”

  CHAPTER 43

  NATE

  Five miles up Highway 6 past the Gods’ entrance is a little rundown old school bus stop that someone has turned into a flower stand. Little bouquets of marigolds and daisies and snapdragons and hydrangeas and even a few star-gazer lilies were bundled up in Mason jar vases, with a wooden bucket with a little slot in it on the bench next to them. Scrawled in fading white paint were the words ‘Honor System” and “$2 a Bunch”.

  Not a soul was in sight as I pulled my bike over. I picked the prettiest bunch for Donna and slipped a few bills in the slot, gladly honoring the ‘honor system’. I was tucking them into the saddle bag of my bike when my phone rang. I fished it out of the inside pocket of my cut and saw it was Eli.

  “Hey, brother,” I answered.

  “Where’d you go?” he asked.

  “I’m heading into Portland.”

  “For what?” he demanded. He was the only person on this planet that was allowed to question my whereabouts so boldly and I laughed, shaking my head.

  “Can’t I go anywhere without having to inform you?” I asked, busting his balls.