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DOG Part One
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A Bad Boy MC Romance Series
Book 1 of 3
By
Bella Love-Wins
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DOG Part One
First edition. February, 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Bella Love-Wins.
Written by Bella Love-Wins.
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Chapter One
Kane
“Tell me what you like,” she growled to me and the blonde girlfriend she brought along. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“You know what I want,” I told her.
“What about you,” she asked her friend.
The slender, sexy pinup girl of a blonde gave a coy shrug and bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she answered in what she no doubt intended to be a sultry, cock-stiffening tone. Her hesitation was anything but attractive, and in another time and place I probably would have told her as much. Hell, I might have even followed up with telling her to get the hell out of my bedroom. Demure girls didn’t do it for me.
Voluptuous blondes who knew what they wanted did. Which was good, seeing as the second naked girl in my bed fit that bill just fine. She had come as part of a package deal. Blondie was only willing to come up to my clubhouse bedroom if her brunette friend could come along for the ride.
Both girls were barely twenty-one, and had been hanging around the nightclub on Fourth Avenue for a while. They were both pretty and eager to please, and I hoped they hadn’t gotten pulled into the world of drugs that pervaded the club. The good news was they seemed at least semi-intelligent, so maybe the club-hopping thing was just a phase. Not that I cared too much. What I was after had nothing to do with what the two girls on my bed did with their lives.
Once I’d put aside the time to swoop in and make a move on the blonde it had been fairly easy. It always was. Girls who had a thing for bikers had a thing for me, and they had a way of showing up at our clubhouse like moths to a flame. Once they got a taste for the lifestyle you couldn’t keep them away if you tried. There was some kind of female fantasy about being with a biker, and so far had only worked in my favor.
“I like whatever you like,” Brunette continued, batting her eyelashes at me.
I gritted my teeth, ready to let loose on her, but was halted as Blondie bent over to slip her lips around my dick. The jolt of pleasure caused my planned cutting remark to evaporate and be replaced only by a sweet lightheadedness.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, as if giving me head delivered even more pleasure to her than it did me.
Yep, the girl was a keeper. At least for the night. I pushed my hips forward, driving my length deep into her throat.
“Just follow your friend’s lead,” I instructed Brunette as I leaned back against the pillows to make myself comfortable while watching the scene.
Brunette sat there on her knees, looking confused. I resisted the eye roll that was threatening to come over me. If I pissed her off she would leave, which meant Blondie would do the same, and by that time I’d be too tired to text any of my regular hookups. There were at least three girls who would come by no matter what time of night I got in touch, but waiting up for them to get there would likely put me to sleep.
“Eat her out,” I said simply, just as Blondie pushed her head all the way down and gagged on my dick.
Blondie shifted immediately so that Brunette could crawl underneath her. Finally satisfied with the proceedings, I dropped my head against the headboard. Blondie’s moans filled the room, and I grabbed a bit of her hair to help her along, pulling slightly at it as I indulged in the view.
Brunette rested with her back flat underneath Blondie, her legs splayed open and her hands clutching the outside of her friend’s thighs. Her nipples grew tight and hard as she lapped at Blondie’s wet spot and pulled the other girl’s hair harder. Blondie let out a moan, and the sound of pleasure reverberated around my cock. I was hard as granite.
It was a quiet night at the Rugged Angels clubhouse. Our chances of being disturbed were next to none. It had been a low traffic night at the Fourth Avenue club as well, and an uneventful week for the motorcycle club in general. Things had almost been too peaceful, actually, and as the Rugged Angels’ president, this worried me a bit.
I could be an expert at keeping anxieties at bay, though, and by the time I’d gotten to the clubhouse with the girls my apprehension was half forgotten. Once I was pushing Blondie off of my dick and nodding to the mattress those cares had dissipated altogether.
“Get over here and lay down,” I commanded Blondie.
She did as she was told, climbing off of Brunette, and I grabbed her thighs to spread them apart once she was on her back. Her breasts were perky and full, and I couldn’t wait to see them bounce while I rammed into her.
“I like your tattoos,” Brunette said.
I spared her a wink, still figuring that if I wanted to get Blondie back here any time soon then I might as well be nice to her friend. The girl’s face was flushed and slicked with sweat, and she must have finally been getting into the groove because she reached down to play with Blondie’s breasts beneath her hands.
Edging Blondie’s legs open a little further, I slipped on a condom and pushed slightly into her, teasing her with the tip of my dick. She bit her bottom lip and gazed up at me, her eyes wide and hungry. With a slow push, I moved into her, listening as her moans filled the air.
The sound of a door slamming almost made me stop. Almost. I craned my neck to listen, and when I didn’t hear anything else I continued forward. Brunette had leaned down to suck on one of Blondie’s nipples. Damn they were so damn firm, and the sight made my dick throb and thicken even more. I reached forward and slipped a hand between Brunette’s legs, deftly working my fingers into her wet slit.
Both girls were moaning as I thrust again and again into Blondie, her boobs bouncing just the way I had known they would. The sweat was sliding both down my back and between my abs, making a rain forest out of the bedroom.
A heavy knock sounded on the door.
Blondie did a little half gasp, half moan. “Who’s that?”
“No one,” I said, pushing deeper into her and silently begging for whoever was at the door to go away.
The knock came again.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath.
Another knock.
“I’m busy!” I shouted over my shoulder, already imagining a dozen different ways to punish whatever clubhouse member was interrupting my overnight entertainment.
“It’s Banner,” came the familiar older voice. He was nervous or anxious or both. “It can’t wait.”
That was all the buzzkill I needed. Maybe I was looking at blue balls for the next twenty-four hours, but hearing the strain and immediacy in the Rugged Angels’ former president’s voice was all it took for the mood to evade me.
Abruptly pulling out of Blondie, I slid off the bed and picked up my boxers from the floor. “Be right there,” I said brusquely, moving a bit slowly to give the girls an extra moment to cover up.
“But we’re having so much fun,” Brunette stuttered, pleasure still on her face.
I didn’t answer. It didn’t
matter what I was doing or what time of the night it was. If Jake Banner was knocking on my door with obvious fear then that meant that some crazy shit was about to go down.
Or already had.
Chapter Two
Kane
I closed the door halfway behind me, not making much of an attempt to hide what had been happening inside the bedroom. I’d been president of the Rugged Angels for over six months, and before me that position had been held by Jake Banner for almost ten years. He’d seen and done just about anything you could see and do as president of a one percenter motorcycle gang. Multiple naked chicks in the president’s bedroom was the least surprising occurrence out there. Hell, it was almost expected. As much as chicks loved bikers, they loved the presidents of bike clubs twice as much. The adoration that came along with being the Rugged Angels president was one of the more fun perks the job had to offer.
“Banner,” I nodded. “Everything all right?”
It was an unnecessary question. The look on Banner’s face said that things were not all right. Not at all. He was a burly man, stocky with long, silver hair and the fortitude of a god. I’d seen him knock out two men with his bare hands in a matter of seconds, as well as take a bullet to his shoulder and walk around like nothing had happened. It took a lot to shake a man like that.
Banner was so pale that I had to put my hand up on the door frame to prepare myself for his news. Whatever was coming next was sure to be a blow, and there were already a dozen possibilities streaking across my mind, mostly involving death and the burning down of nightclubs the gang depended on for its livelihood. There were several motorcycle clubs spread out across the country that had grudges against us, and resentment between gangs could go on for years before it cooled.
“It’s Lisa,” he answered, the words coming out slightly garbled.
“Your ex-wife?”
He nodded gruffly. “She’s been killed.”
An iron hand clutched at my gut. So there went the other shoe that had been threatening to drop all week long.
Banner shook his head, his teeth grating together. “The sons of bitches made it look like a car accident, but I know it wasn’t. She was run off the road.”
I exhaled heavily. “Damn. Banner…I’m…I’m so sorry, brother.”
He nodded. “It was Arroyos Bandidos.”
“Arroyos Bandidos?” I asked slowly, rolling the name around on my tongue. They were a rival gang two towns over, and even though their numbers had been dwindling in recent years they were a fierce group. They were not people you would want as enemies, and for that reason, we opted to stay out of each other’s way. “You know for sure?”
He gave me the steely gaze that he had become known for during his decade as club president. “Yes. There was a witness. One of our Rugged Angel members saw it for himself.” He exhaled heavily before going on. “There’s no doubt they meant for Dwayne to see. They’re sending us a message.”
The last sentence came out forcefully, and he slapped a fist into the palm of his other hand for effect. He looked about ready to punch in a wall, and he needed to be calmed down before we needed some serious damage control on our end.
“All right,” I nodded. His assurance that the Arroyos Bandidos were to blame was enough for me. “What message are they trying to give us?”
“That’s what I’m working on figuring out.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll meet you downstairs in the office. We’ll have a drink and figure this out. Banner, they’re not going to get away with this.”
I turned back into the room to the girls, who were half dressed on the bed and talking in low voices.
“Arroyos Bandidos is that gang outside the city,” Brunette was whispering to Blondie as she pulled her sequined top over her head.
“How many motorcycle gangs are there?” Blondie asked, sitting on her knees with her bra and panties, and nothing else.
I cleared my throat and they whipped their heads around. “Ladies, I’m afraid I have some business to attend to. It’s been fun. Now get on home.”
They both hopped off the bed and scurried to grab the rest of their clothes. As they passed by, Blondie trailed her fingertips across my chest.
“I left my number on the bedside table,” she purred.
I gave her a slight smile in return. I would probably take her up on that offer. Or not. I’d slept with somewhere around half of the available women who hung around the Rugged Angels, but there was always an influx of them, so I wasn’t anywhere close to worried about the well running dry. I also didn’t often make it a habit of repeating hookups, no matter how hot my conquests were. I had a few regular girls, but they too got predictable.
I preferred to keep things exciting.
And unattached.
“I’ll call you a cab,” I told her, and followed them into the hall and shut the door securely behind myself.
Blondie was a curious one. She stopped to take in some of the many photographs and memorabilia from the past six decades, laid out nicely along the hallway walls. The Rugged Angels was one of the oldest motorcycle clubs around, and we prided ourselves on our precise record keeping. It was one of two things we were most proud of, the second one being that almost everyone in the club was ex-military.
Being mostly ex-military also meant there was no way the Arroyos Bandidos members responsible would get away with what they had done. Rugged Angels was the motorcycle club that ran Tucson, and while we weren’t looking for warfare, whenever it came knocking you could be damn sure we were ready for it.
The cab came within ten minutes, and I made sure the girls were safely inside before heading back in to speak with Banner. I may have not had the intention of inviting them back over, but I wasn’t a prick. The city could be dangerous at night once in a while, and no one was going to get hurt on my watch.
Banner was pouring what had to be his second or third drink when I got to my office. I closed the door and locked it behind me. All officers in the motorcycle club had a bedroom in the clubhouse, which meant there were possibly at least four other people around at any given time. Still, it was late and quiet, so the others were either asleep or out.
Banner had ‘retired’ half a year ago, and he still hung around the clubhouse, not quite willing to let go of the life. He was a valuable asset, a trusted advisor and a good friend. No, he was family. I often looked to him for advice when making decisions, knowing he had the perspective that could only come from years of experience. I wasn’t thirty yet, and tried to stay grounded because in spite of having a lot of life experience under my belt, there was still a heck of a lot more to learn.
For what we were about to discuss, it was not worth it to take the chance of being interrupted. The conversation that was about to occur was going to be between president and ex-president. Not only that, Banner needed a safe place to break down, if that was what was going to happen next.
Banner shook his head, leaning back in one of the brown leather armchairs, the tumbler in his hands threatening to be crushed underneath his vice grip. “They think they can intimidate us, Kane,” he said.
I went to the bar and poured myself some whiskey. “Well they’re not,” I stated simply.
I took the whiskey bottle over to his chair and filled his already empty glass. “I’m sorry for your loss. Lisa was a good woman.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, staring desolately ahead at the wall. The bison horns mounted in his line of sight provided no answer to the pain he must have been going through. “Lisa and I hadn’t spoken for a long time, but she was still my woman.”
I nodded, something catching in my throat. Quickly, I washed the tightness down with a sip of the amber liquor in my glass. “I understand,” I whispered. “We’re going to focus all our efforts on this, Banner. They’ll pay for this.”
“It’s more than that.” He looked up at me, and I took a seat across from him. It was weird and disrespectful to be standing over him while he sat there in mourning. I may h
ave been current president, but in a way I owed everything I had to the man who had come before me.
“It’s our properties, as well,” I acknowledged. “I know. I think they’ve been targeting our clubs for a while. That attack on Venus last month was them, and who knows what else they’ve been up to. They’re making a grab for our land, but I promise you, brother, they won’t get any of it.”
“No. That’s not what I mean.” He ran a nervous hand through his thick silver hair. “It’s Kim. They’re going to go for her next.”
“Kim?”
He nodded. “My daughter.”
“That’s right.” I rolled my tongue across my bottom teeth. I’d never met Kim. Word was that she had a general distaste for the biker lifestyle, and so tended to stay away from anything having to do with it.
“We need to protect her.”
“Of course. Where does she live?”
“Here in Tucson.” He laughed ruefully. “At least I think so. It’s been a while since she’s let me even see her.”
“Do you have her last address?”
He nodded halfheartedly.
“That’s enough,” I told him. “We’ll find her.” Banner stared at the wall, not answering, so I continued. “We’ll split into two teams. If what they did to Lisa is any indication of what they’re planning for Kim, we need her under our full protection. The other thing is this. I’m positive they’re getting personal to be sure we know they’re going to continue coming after the club.”
“No doubt.”
“That means there’s going to be more direct attacks on what we own. For whatever reason, they want to get us where it hurts, and we need to send our own message back to them. We’ll need at least half of our members to defend the clubhouse and our properties. The other half can watch over your daughter. Have you talked to DiEmanuele?”
“You’re the first person I’ve told. He’s not president of the Rugged Angels.”
I took a heavy sip of whiskey. “No, but if Arroyos Bandidos is trying to squeeze into our territory, DiEmanuele has a lot of money to lose. He might even get it in his mind to hold us personally accountable for anything that goes wrong.”
