4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance)

by Bonde, Ava

  He let go, Famine stumbling back choking slightly. Jacob didn’t stop to say anything else, he just turned, drew me in for a tight kiss, and dropped me to the cool concrete before walking away. I sat there for a moment watching him straddle his bike. A second man drew away from the bar. He was smaller, not a beast like War or a muscular taut bowstring of muscle like Jacob. The masked man walked with an odd limp, and his face was obscured by a handkerchief that made him look like a living skull. On his hips he carried two handguns, and strapped across his back, a very wicked looking sawn off shotgun.

  Death…

  What did Jacob intend to do tonight? What had I just gotten myself into? I stared teary eyed as the rollup was opened, the two men riding out into the bleak darkness. For a moment, I just wanted to collapse, to pretend it was all just a dream, but Famine’s hand brought me back to reality.

  “I didn’t realize you were Conquest’s lady.”

  “We just met,” I whispered back.

  “You must have done more than just meet. That man is cold inside, pure ice. If you melted him, you’re a fucking fireball babe.”

  I trembled.

  “You look like you need a drink.”

  I nodded, and Famine lifted me up, carrying me to the long bar. He slammed two bottles down on the concrete edge, using the lip to pop the caps free, handing me a bud light and smiling. I looked Famine over appraisingly. He was handsome, if a bit strange. His hands seemed worn down, like a mechanic that had turned too many wrenches. His face was worn too, deep lines carved into the skin. It made him look wiser than his years would indicate.

  I tipped the bottle back, letting the beer pour straight down my throat. I needed more than a drink. A six pack wouldn’t kill this kind of anxiety.

  “Slow down pretty lady. Plenty to go around. So tell me, is Jacob making you his girl?”

  Two votes…

  I nodded.

  “Then you’ll be needing a bit of help, won’t you?”

  I nodded again, another swig of beer pouring down into my tummy.

  “Death is out, it’s just me and War now, and War’s occupied.”

  I stared at the small office at the far end of the room. War and Jenna were in there, and they hadn’t come out. For a brief moment I imagined that hulk of a man bending mom over the desk. She seemed so delicate… How could a man like that be with someone so petite? My imagination wandered a bit further too, with the giant of a man towering over me. If anything, I was even more petite than Jenna. The thought frightened me.

  “So I suppose you want my vote then?”

  Famine’s voice was soft and sinister. I stared at him, sizing him up. He knew he held all the cards, but if need be, I could get my two votes without him when Jacob got back. Still, Death terrified me from the moment I watched him walk to the bike. Something about him didn’t seem very loving or human.

  “Yes,” I replied, polishing off my beer. Famine had a second ready to go before I could even ask. I reached out to grab it, but his hand wrapped around my own, holding it tightly. My heart raced in my chest as his arm drew around me.

  “Wait,” I protested, but his hot breath was on my neck in an instant, his lips brushing the curve of my jaw. I felt his teeth press against my flesh, and again as he curved round to my neck, nipping at me lightly. His other hand roamed freely, wrapping my waist and dropping down my back, lower.

  My body shivered as he drew me in, his erection pressing against my belly. Famine was considerably taller than me, and I found myself a bit taken by his height advantage.

  “Do you know how to get my vote?” Famine whispered, bending down to my ear.

  “No…”

  “You let me fuck you up the ass like a good little slut.”

  Famine lifted me in a swift motion, the sounds of more cat calls coming from behind as we walked away from the bar and up a flight of stairs. They almost sounded dulled, as if I wasn’t hearing them from inside my body. I couldn’t protest, I didn’t want to. All I could think of was Jacob.

  Up here, the warehouse had a series of rooms. Each seemed to be devoted to a purpose, and as Famine carried me, I couldn’t help but stare. Looking inside windows as we passed, I could see one with what looked like a long wooden conference table, a skull intricately carved across its surface. Beyond that, a room with bars on the windows that looked more like a jail cell. My fingers reached out to touch the bars as we passed. Toward the back, a room with a wall covered in guns, and finally, a deep red door.

  Famine kicked the door open, a tiny asian girl inside letting out a little gasp from behind a reception desk. Glancing around, it looked almost like a small medical office, only far more obviously sexualized.

  “I’m going to need a room,” Famine said sternly.

  I could see we’d come in a back entrance. This place must have a street-side front facia. Looking down the hall I could see tables lined up, and as we walked further along I realized what this was.

  A massage parlor.

  A handful of small oriental girls dressed in red silken robes were sitting in the lounge area, and a few of the rooms were closed with curtains drawn. Sounds were muffled by thick doors and windows, but you could still hear squeals of pleasure from within. This must have been some sort of front business for the MC.

  The tiny asian girl from the front desk opened a door for us, and waved Famine inside. When the door clicked shut behind us, I started shaking in his arms. It was cold.

  This room didn’t have a table like some of the others. Sitting at the center of the room was a strange looking seat. It looked as if it were supposed to be straddled in a sitting position, a head pad at the top for resting, and arm rests forward. The whole thing was leaned slightly forward, some kind of seat for a chair massage.

  Famine put me down, leaving me standing in the middle of the room as he sat down in a large leather chair. His eyes were on me appraisingly, casting across my body like a predator sizing up his prey.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  “What?” I wimpered.

  “Get your fucking clothes off.”

  I did what he told me to do, stripping down. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine. This was so far out of element for me. So far beyond anything I’d ever done before.

  “Now sit down.”

  My bare skin winced as I sat on the cool white metal and plastic seat. Famine stood up, walking toward me, pressing my head forward into the pad. I couldn’t see as he stepped in front of the chair, reaching down by my hands. Something cold and hard swung up over my wrists, clicking into place. I tried to pull my head back from the pad to see what he had done, but his hand reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me viciously back into the pad.

  “I can’t see,” I whispered, the padding coming down a bit further than my forehead, acting as a blindfold.

  “You don’t need to see.”

  I let out a yelp as another piece of cold steel swung around the back of my neck. Suddenly I realized, he’d locked me into the chair. My hands shook against a pair of manacles, my head locked in by a steel band around my neck. Before I got out so much as a holler of protest, his hands were on my feet, locking in my ankles. Now I couldn’t move. I was bent forward, naked, strapped into the chair. The padding came up just shy of my bottom, leaving it dangling in the air behind me uncomfortably.

  “Famine…”

  I felt his hand come down hard on my exposed ass, the pain swelling out from the impact.

  “I didn’t say you could talk.”

  He reached around me, grabbing at my breasts, kneading them viciously. Another pang of excitement rose up my spine, fear and anticipation filling me. Without eyes, I listened as Famine circled my chair, and could hear him kneel in front of it.

  “So pretty… Not a piercing on you, no ink, not even a scar…”

  I gasped as his wet mouth sucked in one of my nipples, his tongue roaming and running circles around it as the nub hardened. The sensation was intense and I winced as he gave it a li
ght bite, but I found myself moaning in both pain and pleasure.

  “Oh, baby likes it, doesn’t she?”

  I shivered as he drew off, the cool air blowing over my wet skin. Soon, the sound of boots stepped back around, coming up behind me. I felt his hands cup my ass, sliding over my skin, spreading me. He gave me a squeeze, then let go. I felt a new sensation as he swung up some part of the chair. Cold hard metal brushed up against my delicate mound, causing met to cry out.

  Famine laughed, the sound echoing in the room as the cold metal invaded my body, sliding between my secret lips. I was so wet, so ready, but nothing prepared me for the huge metal shaft pressing up against my tunnel. I could hear it ratcheting as it moved, locking it higher, and higher. I tried to squirm away, lifting myself up with my legs as far as I could, the ratcheting sound continuing as the shaft followed me. Soon, I was perched as high as my legs could hold me, thighs screaming out from holding me in such an awkward angle. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Famine’s hand came back beneath me, stroking at my clitoris with his slick fingertip. He moved down and I could feel his hand wrapping around the metal shaft, preparing and lubricating the surface. I surrendered.

  I felt my body slide down almost as if it weren’t my own. My wetness and the lubricated shaft working together to impale my body. The cold penetrated me, the metal shaft sliding all the way to the hilt, stretching me further than I ever could have imagined. It hurt, but I clenched my teeth and took it. As I hit bottom, a second piece of metal came into contact with my clitoris, a small cupped nub that must have been attached to the main shaft. A little squeal escaped my lips.

  “I admire your pain tolerance,” famine whispered, his breath close to my ear. “Lets see how you handle pleasure.”

  All at once, the shaft inside me began to vibrate. The sensation pulsed and shook mercilessly. I cried out, the pleasure intense as the shaft and nub vibrated both inside and out.

  I could hear a buckle being undone behind me. Famine must have been removing his pants, but I couldn’t think let alone protest as I felt the head of his cock press up against the knot of my ass. Something splashed between my cheeks, cold and wet. His cock swept upward, sliding through it, before returning to my delicate pucker. His hands wrapped around me once more, drawing wet circles around my nipples as the head of his cock penetrated me. As his hips flexed, I felt the tip bury itself into my ass, the vibrations helping him invade my body, the slick lube helping him along.

  Famine seemed to have no intention of being gentle though…

  I screamed as he thrust, his cock burying itself. The feeling of the two shafts pressing up against each other inside me blinding me with pain and pleasure as he hammered into me like an animal. Deep his cock slid, the vibrating shaft drawing pleasure from us both as he rode my ass. I felt something strange inside, almost as if he’d plugged me up, then something inside gave way, letting him drive even further home all the way to the hilt.

  There was an urgency in his breath as he ploughed my forbidden tunnel. Our screams and cries of pleasure must have been no match for the walls and thick door, because in no time at all they drew a worried knock, and the familiar sound of the little asian girl from the counter asking if we were ok.

  Famine growled, shouting for her to go away as he continued his rutting. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of the two shafts consume me. My body shivered, an orgasm overtaking me, the waves seeming to intensify with every thrust and every little vibration of the machine. Now, the shaft had become a torture device. My oversensitive clitoris screamed out as he drove home, my body trying desperately to lift off the vibrating steel. I drew up, but couldn’t escape, my pussy clenched down and drawing the shaft with me as Famine’s cock kept slamming home.

  Click.

  The vibrating shaft ratcheted up another notch.

  Click. Click Click.

  My attempts to get away were drawing it higher and higher, forcing my thighs to hold my weight so I wouldn’t be totally resting it on the huge shaft in my pussy. I screamed, the vibrations continuing as Famine leaned forward to bite my shoulder, his teeth sinking into me and drawing pain from my back.

  “Please… Please!” I shouted, trying desperately to ask for mercy, but his thrusts grew even more urgent as he drove into me, my body swallowing the twin shafts as the nub of metal vibrated hard on my clit. Suddenly I felt a new sensation, something from deep inside my pussy. A different kind of orgasm wracked my body from the inside out, and suddenly there was a gush of fluid rolling around the metal shaft as I clenched and shuddered around Famine. I couldn’t control myself, every inch of my body quivering and my voice screaming in pleasure. Inside me, I could feel his cock pulsing and shaking as cum splashed deep into my body.

  Famine drew back, his breath gasping as he released the ratcheting clasp beneath me and pulled hard, lowering the metal shaft and pulling it from my pussy. We stay like that for what seemed like ages, his body collapsed behind me, my own still feeling the vibrations of the shaft that was thankfully not still inside my overworked pussy. Somehow, I managed to speak, and the words shocked even me.

  “It hurts…” I whispered.

  Famine just laughed. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”

  My mind raced, my body ached, and every part of me felt used and abused, but a little piece of me rose up inside and caused the edges of my lips to curl upward.

  “Yes.”

  “Take a shower and get out of here. You’ve got my vote, baby girl,” Famine said, unlatching the shackles that bound me.

  Death

  Nobody was cat calling as came back to the main warehouse. The bar was no longer full, all of the men piled round a familiar chrome bike.

  I ran to the floor as fast as my feet would carry me, cool air tingling on my wet scalp. Bursting through the crowd, I could see what all the commotion was about.

  Jacob was back, and he was bleeding.

  He stopped me before I could cry out. “Don’t worry, just a scratch,” he said, shrugging it off. Jenna was at his side, needle in hand, pouring straight vodka over the wound on his shoulder and sewing it shut. She’d wanted to be a nurse once, but never made it through college. Jacob didn’t seem phased by her lack of experience. He didn’t even wince.

  “Vamos is taking the west side. Clearly they don’t understand the rules of the game. We can get some help out here if we need it, but I’m not blowing a two year operation for these assholes, especially not this close to the drop date.”

  I had no idea what Jacob was talking about Drop date? Two year operation?

  “We can’t go starting a turf war right now, the Koreans are shipping the elephant and that needs to be top priority. It’ll be on the dock tomorrow.”

  All eyes shifted to Death, still clad in his face covering bandana.

  “If we show weakness, we’re all dead.”

  I spun round, staring at Famine as he spoke. My mind was doing cartwheels trying to understand what was going on.

  “We could call in backup, have the feds roll Vamos up tonight.”

  “That might alter the drop.” Jacob replied firmly. “We can’t risk the drop, too many lives at stake.”

  “We go to war.”

  The fourth horseman had joined the conversation, his towering frame standing a head above anyone else in the room. I shivered.

  “Collateral damage. Self defense. Vamos are a bunch of gang banging killers but they run scared. Take a few down and they’ll back off.”

  “No killing,” Jacob replied sternly. “We grab up Enrique and Bammo, they’re at Los Dos tonight. Bloody them up, send a calling card. That should get Vamos off our backs for a few days. We toss them to the feds after the Koreans hit the dock.”

  Jacob looked at my puzzled face, stepping off his bike, his arm stitched tight in a jagged pattern. “Come with me baby, we need to talk,” he whispered, pulling me aside.

  “What in the hell is going on?” I practically shouted at him as we crossed the room. Behin
d us, a roar of conversation was taking place as the MC armed themselves and rolled out the bikes.

  “Look, I told you we’re the good guys.”

  “FBI? Koreans? Elephants? I thought you were a bunch of biker thugs!” I said exasperatedly.

  “I’m going to choose not to take that personally, little dove,” Jacob said smiling. My insides melted. “We’re deep in the shit here. We had contacts, ran imports down the west coast. The feds had us by the balls in a major RICO case. They came to us, offered us an alternative.”

  “You’re working with the FBI?”

  “Homeland Security babe. North Korea is trying to slip something big and dangerous into the country. Something we’re not supposed to talk about. We run the docks, we run shipping. They needed us.”

  “What are they bringing?” I whispered.

  “They won’t tell us. Maybe drugs, maybe money, maybe a nuke, all I know is they call it the elephant and we need to catch it.”

  “Can I help?”

  “Not till you get two votes little baby. I saw Famine’s shit eating grin out there. I’m riding out to fuck up some Vamos. Do you want Death or War?”

  The thought of fucking War right after my own mother made my knees shake, but there was something even more terrifying about Death… Still, if I had to choose.

  “Death…”

  “Nice choice.”

  “Death, you’re on babysitting duty. Everybody else, mount up!”

  I was amazed at the speed with which bikes were assembled at the roll-up. Even Jenna was along for the ride, hanging onto War for dear life. As they roared out to save the world, the room went silent. Death hadn’t moved.

  “I’m Penny…” I whispered quietly.

  “I know who you are.”

  My eyes went wide. The voice wasn’t anything like I expected. Death reached up, pulling the bandanna free and drawing it off her face. Delicate features came into view, piercing blue eyes over classic beauty.

  Death, was a woman.

  “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, Penny?” Death said, her boots clicking as she walked toward me. “I’m glad you picked me. They never pick me.”