Challenged (Vipers Creed MC#1)

by Ryan Michele

  Well, that’s where me and my boys ride in. No one’s above the devil getting his due. We are happy to serve up our own kind of punishments that most certainly fit the crimes committed, and we don’t bother with the current legal system’s view of justice served.

  We’re wayward souls, damaged men, who have nothing more than vengeance on our minds.

  “Fucking bitch, she got my pants wet,” Trapper says, just realizing she really did get off on his thigh and left him behind. “You see this shit?” He points at his leg.

  Trapper mad is good. He will become focused rather than let the alcohol keep him in a haze. He could use some time to dry up. He’s sharp. His attention to detail saves our asses in city after city. However, things get too close to home when we ride to the deep south like this, and he can’t shake the ghosts in the closets of his mind. At five-foot-ten and a rock solid one eighty-five, he’s a force of controlled power. He uses his brain more than his brawn, but he won’t back down in a brawl, either.

  We help him get outside the dive bar we spent the last two hours inside, tossing beer back and playing pool. Outside, the fresh winter air hits him, and he shakes his head.

  “It’s not that cold,” X says, slapping Trapper in the face. “Sober up, sucka.”

  Trapper smiles as he starts to ready his mind. As drunk as he is, he knows he has to have his head on straight to ride.

  “Flank him on either side, but stay behind in case he lays her down. We only have four miles back to the hotel,” I order, swinging my leg over my Harley Softail Slim and cranking it. The rumble soothes all that stays wound tight inside me. The vibration reminds me of the power under me.

  Blowing out a breath, I tap the gas tank. “Ride for Raleigh,” I whisper and point to the night sky. Never forget, I remind myself before I move to ride. My hands on the bars, twisting the throttle, I let the bike move me and lift my feet to rest on the pegs. As each of my brother’s mount, I pull out, knowing they will hit the throttle and catch me, so I relax as the road passes under me.

  We ride as six with no ties to anyone or anything from one city to the next. We have a bond. We are the only family for each other, and we keep it that way. No attachments, no commitments, and that means no casualties.

  We are here by choice. Any man can leave the club and our life behind at any time. I trust these men with my life and with my death. When my time is called, they will move on with the missions as they come.

  We don’t often let one another drink and drive, but coming south, Trapper needed to cut loose for a bit. He may be drunk, yet once the wind hits his face, he will be solid. He always is.

  At the no-tell motel we are crashing at, X takes Trapper with him to one of the three shit-ass rooms we booked while Judge and Rowdy go to the other. The place has seen better days, probably thirty years ago. It’s a place to shit, shower, and maybe, if I can keep the nightmares away, sleep. I have never needed anything fancy, and tonight is no different.

  I give them a half salute as they close their doors and lock down for the night.

  Deacon heads on into our room. Always a man of few words and interaction, he doesn’t look back or give me any indication that he cares if I follow or stay behind.

  I give myself the same moment I take every night and stand out under the stars to smoke.

  I look up. Immediately, I can hear her tiny voice in my mind, making up constellations all her own. Raleigh was once a rambunctious little girl. She was afraid of nothing. She loved the night sky and wishing upon all the stars.

  Another city, another life, I wish it was another time, but one thing I know is that there is no turning back time. If I could, I would. Not just for me, but for all five of us.

  I light my cigarette and take a deep drag. Inhaling, I hold it in my lungs before I blow out. The burn, the taste, and the touch of it to my lips don’t ease the thoughts in my mind. Another night is upon us, and it’s yet another night Raleigh will never come home.

  The receptionist steps out beside me. She isn’t the one who was here when we checked in earlier. When she smiles up at me, I can tell she has been waiting on us. Guess the trailer trash from day shift chatted up her replacement. Well, at least this one has nice teeth. Day shift definitely doesn’t have dental on her benefit plan here.

  “Go back inside,” I bark, not really in the mood for company.

  “I’m entitled to a break,” she challenges with a southern drawl.

  “If you want a night with a biker, I’m not the one,” I try to warn her off.

  “Harley, leather, cigarettes, and sexy—yeah, I think you’re the one … for tonight, that is.” She comes over and reaches out for the edges of my cut.

  I grab her wrists. “You don’t touch my cut.”

  She bites her bottom lip with a sly smile. “Oh, rules. I can play by the rules, big daddy.”

  I drop her hands and walk in a circle around her before standing in front of her then backing her to the wall. I take another drag of my cigarette and blow the smoke into her face. “I’m not your fucking daddy.” I take another long drag. Smoke blows out with each word as I let her know. “If you wanna fuck, we’ll fuck. Make no mistake, though, I’m not in the mood to chat, cuddle, or kiss. I’m a man; I’ll fuck, and that’s it.”

  She leans her head back, testing me.

  “Hands against the wall,” I order, and she slaps her palms against the brick behind her loudly.

  Her chest rises and falls dramatically as her breathing increases. She keeps licking and biting her lips.

  “You want a ride on the wild side?”

  She nods, pushing her tits out at me.

  “You wet for me?” I ask, and she giggles while nodding. “If you want me to get hard and stay hard, you don’t fucking make a sound. That giggling shit is annoying as fuck.”

  Immediately, she snaps her mouth shut.

  I yank her shirt up and pull her bra over her titties without unhooking it. Her nipples point out in the cold night air.

  “You cold or is that for me?” I ask, flicking her nipple harshly.

  “You,” she whispers breathlessly.

  I yank the waistband of her stretchy pants down, pulling her panties with them. Her curls glisten with her arousal under the street light.

  With her pants at her ankles, I turn her around to face the wall.

  “Bend over, grab your ankles. You don’t speak, don’t touch me, and you don’t move. If you want a wild ride with a biker, I’m gonna give you one you’ll never forget.”

  While she positions herself, I grab a condom from my wallet and unbutton my four button jeans enough to release my cock. While stroking myself a few times to get fully erect, part of me considers just walking away. However, I’m a man, and pussy is pussy. No matter what my mood, it’s a place to sink into for a time.

  Covering myself carefully, I spread her ass cheeks and slide myself inside her slick cunt.

  The little whore is more than ready.

  I close my eyes and picture a dark-haired beauty with ink covering her arms and a tight cunt made just for me. I can almost hear the gravelly voice of my dream woman as she moans my name, pushing back to take me deeper, thrust after thrust.

  I roll my hips as the receptionist struggles to keep herself in position.

  Raising my hand, I come down on the exposed globe of her ass cheek. “Dirty fucking girl.” I spank her again. “I’m not your fucking daddy, but I’ll give you what he obviously didn’t.” I spank her again and thrust. “Head down between your legs. Watch me fuck your pussy.”

  She does as instructed and watches as I continue slamming into her. Stilling, I reach down and twist her nipples as she pushes back on me.

  Her moans get louder as I move, gripping her hips and pistoning in and out of her.

  I slap her ass again. “I said quiet.”

  I push deep, my hips hitting her ass, and she shakes as her orgasm overtakes her.

  “Fuck me!” she wails.

  I slam in and out, in
and out, faster and faster, until I explode inside the condom.

  She isn’t holding her ankles by the time I’m done. She’s still head down, bent over with her back against the wall as her hands hang limply like the rest of her body, trembling in aftershocks.

  Pulling out, I toss the condom on the ground and walk away, buttoning my pants back up.

  “Collector,” I hear X yell my road name from his doorway. “You ruined that one.” He is smoking a cigarette. It’s obvious he watched the show.

  The noise has Judge coming to his door and giving me a nod of approval.

  I look over my shoulder to see the bitch still hasn’t moved. Her pussy is out in the air, ass up, head down, and she’s still moaning. Desperate, needy, it’s not my thing.

  “I need a shower,” I say, giving X a two finger salute before going into my own room. Deacon is already in bed and doesn’t move as I go straight back to the shit-ass bathroom to clean up.

  I wasn’t lying. I smell like a bar, and now I smell the skank stench of easy pussy. I have needs, but I can’t help wondering what it would be like to have to work for my release just once. It’s not in my cards, though. Just like this town, this ride, and that broad, it’s on to the next for me and my bothers of the Devil’s Due MC.

  Coming May 23, 2016

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  About the In the Red Author

  USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

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  Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head.

  When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.

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