Satan's Devils MC Colorado Boxset 1 Books 1 - 3

by Manda Mellett

  “Up.” He instructs.

  Bemused, I lift my hips and let him place the towel under me. Oh shit. “Hell?”

  “Want to see all of you. Looks fuckin’ sexy, Mo. Can’t fuckin’ wait until I slide my tongue into you and you’re completely bare.”

  I half sit up. Christ. I haven’t seen that leer on his face for years. “Hell,” I screech when I realise his intention. “You can’t…”

  He slaps my ass lightly. “Fuckin’ can. And will.”

  “Where the hell did you get shaving cream?” He doesn’t use it himself, he’s got a beard.

  “Oh, Mace had some. And a spare razor.”

  “Mace? You went and asked him?” My voice is an octave higher than normal. “You tell him what you were using it for?”

  “Think he’ll guess when he sees I’ve still got my beard in the morning, babe.”

  As he speaks, I go still. Cold cream covers me, and the even colder steel starts scraping against my tender parts. “Hell, be careful.” I hope his hands are still steady, waiting to feel him cut me.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Mace won’t be able to keep his mouth shut. It will be all over the clubhouse by morning.” I’m so embarrassed.

  “That I’m making love to my woman? Oh, they’ll know that anyway, babe.”

  Christ, this shouldn’t be sexy. But the way he’s biting his lip, deep in concentration as he removes the remaining hair, is proving a turn on. But I’m worried about his statement. “You gonna boast to prove your virility?”

  “Nah. But everyone’s going to hear you screaming, Mo. They’re going to know I’m giving my ol’ lady a good fuckin’.”

  “Sure of yourself?”

  “You looking this damn sexy, Mo? Fuckin’ right I am. There. Finished. Stay there.” He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. As he wipes the shaving foam away, his eyes seem to glow. He goes and rinses the cloth, then returns and cleans me again. Then sits back on his haunches. “Christ Mo,” he palms his dick, “fuck, woman. Fuckin’ amazin’.”

  If I knew it would cause a reaction like this, I’d have shaved myself years ago.

  “Thought you preferred a neatly trimmed bush…”

  “Babe.” His eyes meet mine and hold them. “I did. On you. Before I met you, the whores went bare. You were different, my woman. I didn’t want you to look like a whore.”

  Has he just insulted me?

  “Nah, whatever you’re thinking, stop it right there. Haven’t seen a bare cunt for over thirty-six years, Mo. What I’m considering is how my beard’s going to feel when I do this.”

  Without waiting, he lowers his head and licks me from my slit to my clit, the rasp of his beard alien, and… totally sexy. When he does it again, my back arches. When he places his fingers inside me, closing his mouth around the hard nub at the same time, I can’t stop the cry coming from me. It’s different. It’s amazing. And at the same time, familiar. I know all his moves; he knows my reactions. He plays me like a darn fiddle. It’s not long before my muscles are stiffening, waves of sensation starting to build. Whether it’s that it’s been so long, whether being bare makes that much of a difference, but when I come, my body jerks forward and yeah, he was right, I do scream.

  “You, naked.” I demand, breathlessly, when at last I return to myself.

  He moves off the bed and gives me my very own strip show. His tee-shirt’s removed, revealing a smattering of silvery grey hairs on his chest. When he undoes the zip of his jeans, he’s gone commando. His hair is as thick there as ever, but his pubes are near white. His cock though, that’s what makes me lick my lips, it juts out proudly.

  Seeing me watching, he palms it slowly, sliding his hand up and down. He eyes my mouth, saying, “Not tonight, not gonna waste this.” It reminds me we only have the one chance.

  Then he’s taking the lube I’m not even sure I now need, slathering it over his cock. When he applies it to me, his movements are erotic, he ramps up my desire then kneels, pulls my hips over his thighs, presses himself to my entrance and pushes inside.

  My hands grip the covers. Months have gone by when I never believed I’d feel him inside me again. As I relish the sensations, tears fall from my eyes. I love him so much, I always have. He’s the only man for me.

  When he starts to move, I stop thinking anything. He found my sweet spot decades ago, he knows exactly what gets me going. His hips start thrusting, he reaches forward, resting his weight on one arm, he looks into my eyes as one hand encircles my throat lightly, just enough to show me who’s in control.

  “Eyes on me, Mo,” he reminds me how he likes it.

  Christ he’s good. He’s hitting that spot time after time. His face is contorting as he chases his own pleasure.

  “Fuckin’ come for me, Mo.”

  As though my body was waiting for his instruction, I explode.

  He cries out, his movements become frantic, the depths he’s plundering extend my orgasm, my muscles clench down on him, then again and again.

  “Fuck! I’m coming babe,” he roars.

  I swear I can feel him releasing inside me. Squirt after squirt of his hot cum. My arms wrap around him, holding him to me, enjoying the closeness, the security of being held by my man, being connected so intimately.

  We lie without speaking, until I feel his cock softening. Then he rolls to his side, his arm thrown up over his eyes. A slight groan comes from him.

  “You alright, Hell?”

  “Get me some Advil, will you, darlin’?”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Paladin

  Right at this moment, Jayden’s where I’ve always dreamed of having her. In my bed. Problem is, I’m not there. Nah, I’m with fucking Taser at the strip club. It’s Sunday, it’s closed. Nothing to do but patrol around, checking out every noise and sound.

  I’d half expected Taser to stay inside monitoring the cameras, but to give him his due, he’s outside with me.

  I’m stamping my feet. It might be spring, but the night’s turned chilly, and standing around, or just walking a few paces isn’t enough to keep me warm.

  I’ve checked the cameras are still working, and their positioning for the umpteenth time. It’s cold, and it’s boring. Seems like it’s getting to the man with me too.

  “So, Pal. You certain nothing’s followed you to Pueblo from Tucson?”

  I shake my head before I reply, “Can’t be certain about anything. But a drive-by’s not the Herreras’ style. They wanted us? They’d come in guns blazin’.”

  “You’d know, I suppose,” he says grudgingly.

  “So, Prez will be questioning everybody. You got any skeletons maybe rattlin’ their bones?”

  “Nah, nothing from me.”

  His tone makes me cock my head questioningly. “You’re going to speak to Hell, though?”

  Throwing me a sneering look, he confirms, “He’s speakin’ to everyone, isn’t he? If there’s anything he should know, I’ll tell him.”

  I’m wondering about having a word with the prez. Taser is edgy about something. Mind you, the way single brothers screw around, I expect Hell will get quite a lot of information.

  The night continues, time dragging. The most excitement is when a rat runs across the parking lot, the movement catching both of our eyes. I replace my gun in its holster sheepishly.

  “You certain you got nothing to do with that body?”

  “Let it drop, Taser, will you? I’ve told you before. Know nothing about him. It’s most likely the body was moved and planted here, so what about you? You’re the manager of Tits Up. Message for you?”

  “Message for the club,” he growls impatiently. “Nothing to do with me personally.”

  He’s getting on my nerves. “I’ll check around the front again.” I do, just to get a moment to myself. But there’s nothing there. No movement this time of night on the quiet roads of the city. Everyone else is in bed. Where I want to be. Next to Jayden.
r />   My pillows, sheets, are going to smell of her. My cock twitches. I will it to behave. Got my girl where I want her, that’s enough for now. I’m not going to take things further. I may not have much experience, but I know things have got to proceed between us slow. What if I’m a disappointment to her? I make myself think of something else, and not about the fact, when it comes to it, I won’t know what the fuck to do. She does. Nah, she was never an active participant before.

  She’s asleep in my bed. Perhaps it would be better if she wasn’t. It’s putting thoughts in my head that shouldn’t be there. Think of that new exhaust you want, Pal.

  The sky is lightening by the time Thunder and Lizard arrive, relieving us from the night shift. I get on my bike, and side by side with Taser, ride back to the clubhouse.

  It’s quiet inside, just a prospect and Ink watching over the compound. Exhausted, I climb the stairs. Unlocking my door as quietly as I can, I open it.

  She’s sprawled out, in my bed. Sheets kicked off where she’s too warm. With my back to the door, I just stand and watch her, drinking in the most beautiful sight of my life. Checking out the colourful pyjamas she’s wearing, covered in unicorns. I’ve got a child-come-woman in my bed. Her clothing, the innocence that radiates off her sleeping body, makes me realise I shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts about her that I am.

  She’s appropriated most of the bed, and is lying in the middle. I slide out of my cut and tee-shirt, leaving my jeans on. Yawning widely, I bend down and take my boots and socks off, then step forward to the bed. I’m so tired, if I don’t lie down, I’ll keel over where I stand.

  There’s a small space I can just about fit into on the left-hand side. I lift the covers, ease my body down gently, freezing as a small moan comes from her mouth. Then moving again when she’s quiet once more. Managing to find enough space, I lie on my back, my hands secured under my head. My nostrils breathe in her perfume. As I close my eyes, I feel the warmth radiating from her.

  This feels so right.

  I wake, too hot. I’m being smothered. Jay has rolled over. I don’t want to disturb her, but fuck, I’m burning up. Her body is flush against mine, her leg thrown over my thigh, her arm over my chest. She’s treating me like a teddy bear. I’m uncomfortable, sweating, but I’ve never felt so good in all my life.

  When I wake for the second time, it’s movement that’s disturbed me.

  “Oh, God, Pal. I’m sorry. I…”

  My hand shoots over hers, anchoring her to me. “Ain’t got nothing to apologise for, Doll.”

  “I’m taking up all the bed.”

  “I’m comfortable,” I lie. “Just don’t move your leg…”

  “Oh!”

  Too late. I try to will my morning wood to go down. Fuck, who am I kidding? It’s not the time of day, it’s her, in my bed that I’m having a very normal male reaction to. I still, wondering what she’s going to do. Not wanting to scare her.

  “I, er, I’ll get up now. You must be tired.”

  “Yeah, I’m going to sleep on a while.” See? I can have a perfectly normal conversation with my dick throbbing, the object of its desire so fucking close and yet so far. She’s too young. Once she’s out of the room, I’ll take care of it for myself. Will be far from the first time I’ve thought of her while I’ve been jerking off in the shower.

  She doesn’t seem in a hurry to move, even when I let her hand go. She leaves it lying on my chest, then her fingers start moving, tracing my muscles.

  “Doll,” I protest.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  Jeez. She’s playing with fire. But what can I do, but give her permission?

  “Sure, have at it, sweetheart.”

  Her leg, thank fuck moves away from my hips as she pulls it down to her side, giving her leverage to sit up and lean over me. Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks down. She seems emboldened that I’m lying next to her, keeping still, unthreatening, leaving everything up to her.

  I watch as her hand approaches my face, tentatively, then faster, until her fingers make contact with my skin. Then she traces my features as if learning them. Finally, she touches my mouth. I open it slightly, unable to resist flicking out my tongue to taste her salty digit.

  She grins.

  Now her lips approach mine. A gentle touch, she pulls away. Then moves her face back down, this time applying more pressure. When she licks at the seam, I open my mouth. Her tongue touches mine, I play with hers gently. Morning breath should be horrible, it’s not.

  I can’t get enough of her touch, her taste, her feminine aroma. But I force my hands to stay where they are, tamping down my impulse to take over the kiss and control it.

  Suddenly she moves. She’s straddling my chest. Her mouth descends again, and this time, both palms caress my cheeks as she kisses me. She’s killing me and she doesn’t even know it.

  “Am I doing it right?” she whispers against me.

  Fuck if I know. I’ve not properly kissed a woman before. A few fumbled attempts in high school, but I was more interested in staying alive than being laid. Then I was a prospect, the club girls forbidden to me. By the time I was patched in, I’d already committed to her.

  “Feels right to me,” I say softly. “Fuckin’ good, Jay.”

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No, but you ought to.” I wiggle my hips, my cock’s twitching automatically, pressing painfully into the zipper of my jeans.

  My movement catches her by surprise. She looks down at those innocent-looking unicorn pyjamas, and then at my face. “Pal, I…”

  “You go get dressed babe. Breakfast’s probably ready downstairs. I’ll get some more shut-eye.”

  If she doesn’t go, even her unicorn armour might not be enough to stop me.

  “How long will the lockdown last?”

  Please, Doll, get off me. I try to stop them, but my hips flex again. If she moved a bit lower, she’d be sitting where I want her… “I don’t know. But we’re doing everything we can to end it.” My voice sounds level. Almost normal. I’m not sure how.

  “Will you be in danger, Pal?”

  I grab hold of her hands, look into her eyes, and tell her, earnestly. “Not if I can help it.”

  A thoughtful look, much older than her years. A quick nod, then, thank fuck, at last, she moves off me. First back to her three-quarters of the bed, and then out that side. Then, grabbing some clothes, she disappears into the bathroom.

  I want to call her back. I don’t. But I touch my hand to my lips, remembering the feeling of her there. Something I want to repeat. And soon.

  I’m asleep before she comes back out. It’s mid-afternoon when I finally wake and go downstairs. Jay’s deep in conversation with Mo, so waving my hand to show I won’t interrupt her, I go straight to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. I’m just finishing my last mouthful when Lizard puts his head around the door.

  “There you are. Prez wants everyone in church.”

  Putting my plate in the dishwasher, I follow Lizard. This time when Jay catches my eye, I grimace slightly and indicate I’m following the rest of my brothers who are heading into the meeting room. She nods to show she understands.

  The first thing I notice is Cad. He’s always struck me as very laid back. When I worked with him selecting the security cameras, he’d not get frustrated when we couldn’t find the ones we were after, trying store after store until we found them in stock. Today, for the first time I’ve noticed, there’s some colour in his face, spots of red in his cheeks.

  Prez takes his seat at the end of the table. With trouble surrounding us, everyone shuts up as soon as he sits down.

  Instead of immediately speaking, his head shakes side to side. He catches Cad’s eye and raises his chin. It’s only then he opens his mouth. “Okay. Except for Paladin who was catching up on his beauty sleep, I’ve spoken to everyone now.”

  “Pal won’t have any info to give you. He’s a v-i-r-g-i-n. He won’t have been fucking around.” Ink looks like he’s
made a big joke.

  I just sit fuming.

  “Be that as it may, I still need to talk to him.” Hellfire glares around, stopping any other comments dead. Luckily.

  “Hope he fuckin’ hasn’t,” mild-mannered Cad actually growls. “Got more than enough work as it is.”

  “Yeah, well. Can understand that, Brother. It’s a shame none of you other fuckers have the willpower our new brother has.”

  “Hey, don’t include me in that!” Buzzard glares at him. “I’m faithful to my wife.”

  I wait for Bomber to confirm he is too. He doesn’t. Oh fuck. I’d never have guessed that, seeing him and Jeannie together. But I do notice him scowling at Hellfire and wonder why.

  Prez looks around, his gaze settling on each of us one by one, ending up with Cad. “I’ve just fuckin’ given Cad two hundred and twenty names. Two fuckin’ hundred and fuckin’ twenty names of people you assholes have fucked in the last six months. And that’s only those whose names you can remember.”

  “Fifteen were mine.” Pyro’s fist bumps Taser’s proudly.

  “Hey, the odd twenty were mine,” Ink puts in.

  “I couldn’t remember most of their names,” Sparky is frowning. “Or their faces. I could probably recognise their cunts though.”

  “Not much help,” Demon says, drily. “Not unless we have a naked line up of all the bitches in Pueblo.”

  “A lie down, not a line up,” suggests Ink helpfully.

  Cad thumps the table. “It’s going to take me some time to narrow down the possibilities.”

  “Yeah,” Hellfire nods at him, then raises his chin at the rest of the brothers. “Need you to think on those you might have forgotten to wrap it up with.”

  Demon jerks his chin at the prez, then looks down the table. “Any you might have left with a reminder. A kid or a fuckin’ STD? Or any that might have an angry husband or partner.”

  Most don’t look bothered. Pyro and Taser look a bit worried to me.

  “Do we need to have the convo with everyone about keeping their shit covered?” Demon asks, quite seriously.