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

by Manda Mellett

  “I’d love a baby of my own,” I reply, thoughtfully. “But I also want a chance for Paladin and I to get settled into our new life. There’s plenty of time for kids in our future. That’s one thing we’ve got on our side.”

  “You’ve got your head screwed on right, haven’t you? Jay, you have no contact with your mom. Your sister’s in Tucson. When the time comes, your kids will have a ready-made Grandma and Grandpa in Hellfire and me.”

  I’m turning to thank her when a deep growl comes from behind me. “Less of the grandpa, ol’ lady if you fuckin’ please.” But Hellfire winks at me. Since he’d stepped down from being the prez, he seems much more relaxed. Even approachable.

  “Happy?” Pal asks as he walks me back to his bike.

  How can I be anything else? The outing by itself would have been an experience, throw in my birthday party, catching up with my Tucson brothers and sisters, being given the property cut which I’m now proudly wearing, and going home with a gorgeous engagement ring on my finger, has made it a day that can’t be topped.

  I’m just turning to tell him, when a shout sounds out. “Whose bike’s the fuckin’ Vincent? Fuck me, what a beauty.”

  “It’s mine.” Thunder swings around, his eyes going wide at Sam. “Restored her myself,” she tells him.

  “Sam’s mine,” Drummer warns him, his steely stare pinning him down. “And that, darlin’, is going back in the crash truck. You’ve got the baby to look after. Only let you bring it to ride over the bridge.”

  “Ella said she’d look after Zane and Eli.” Sam pouts at her old man.

  “Not happening. Not that long journey.”

  Turning my attention back to Pal, I grin, he returns it. Seems some things never change. Seeing Sam with her hands on her hips, I’ve no idea who’s going to win this round.

  My man turns me to face him, his hands settling on my biceps. “You wishing you could go back to Tucson?”

  It’s a moment before I respond, considering his question carefully. “Seeing everyone today has reminded me what we left behind, Pal.” He opens his mouth, I cover it with my fingers. “They’ll always be there for us, proved that today, didn’t they? If we’d stayed, we wouldn’t have been able to get together. Even in another year, I think they still would have put obstacles in our way. It would have been hard for Ella to let me grow up and let me have the life I want. I love you, Pal. You’re my future. Here we can be us. Together.”

  I don’t know if I put it plainly enough. But he seems to understand as he leans in closer. “You’re my home, Doll. Wherever we end up. Tucson, Pueblo, wherever life takes us. As long as we’re together, that’s all I want.”

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Moira

  I wriggle my toes in the warm sand, gazing out over the glorious blue sea. It’s so beautiful here.

  “Time to put more suntan lotion on, darlin’. Don’t want you to burn.” Hell puts his arms around me.

  Lifting my hand, I place my palm to his cheek. “Don’t think I need so much now, Hell. I’ve already got a really good tan.” And so has my man. It suits him. For all the years we’ve been married, he gave his all to the club, his chest and legs staying pasty pale even in summer, except for his face and arms which caught the sun as he rode. Most of the time he was stuck behind a desk.

  “Made my hair go greyer,” he complains.

  “Just seems that way, lover.”

  We stand and stare out over the Ionian Sea. It’s been a whirlwind few weeks. Starting by flying to London, then on to Paris. The stop I enjoyed most was Venice, a place I’d always wanted to see. Unfortunately at the wrong time of year, in summer months the city smells, and the crowds, well, I could have done without them. But St Mark’s Square had been beyond my expectations. Then we’d travelled to Rome, and on to southern Italy, stopping on the beautiful Amalfi Coast and visiting Pompeii, Vesuvius and Herculaneum. When my man says he’s going to take me on vacation, he does it properly.

  Now we’re on a Greek Island, a deserted location, a week in a villa with a private beach just for us.

  “Are you happy, Mo?”

  How could I not be? When Hellfire stepped down from the role of president, my life changed beyond recognition. I’d been worried he’d quickly regret it, but it was the opposite. It was as if a burden had been lifted off him. I was surprised when he’d told Demon he was spending a month away from the club, even suspected he’d be on his phone or laptop most of the time. But the computer hadn’t come with us, and his phone’s remained silent. He trusts Demon and isn’t going to interfere with how he runs the club.

  Hellfire’s returned to the man I first met, a man without the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s these past weeks that have enabled me to see what a burden he’d carried from the moment Blackie laid a finger on me. Forced into marriage and to bring up a child that wasn’t his. We’d made the most of it, but it had put pressure on both of us.

  “You ever wonder what would have happened? If Blackie hadn’t…”

  “Yes. No.” His answer is confusing. “What I do know, is I’d still be here with you, right now. We belonged together from the beginning, when I first saw you approaching my bike, flirting and batting your eyelashes.”

  “I did not bat my eyelashes. Or flirt.”

  “Did so,” he nuzzles my ear, the vibration of his voice sending tingles through me. “You had me from that moment, Mo.”

  He’d had me too. That handsome biker sat on his motorcycle.

  Hell’s hands start to wander. At first, I had been self-conscious when I’d dressed in a bikini, but the flare of interest in Hell’s eyes had made any discomfort worthwhile. Now I’m discovering there are obvious benefits. One of his hands is reaching under the top, cupping my breast, while the other smooths over my tummy, and dips inside my bikini bottoms. He starts to finger fuck me, in the open.

  I gasp, automatically moving my hips back into him. A hardness nudges me.

  “Oh, did you…?”

  “Nope. Haven’t taken a blue pill if that’s what you’re asking.”

  He’s got an erection on his own? Without medication? Because of me?

  Oh God, I can’t think anymore. His expert touch is getting me closer. It’s a private beach thank fuck, but right now I wouldn’t care if the Pope himself walked by. He’s playing me like an instrument that’s oh so familiar. As my body starts shaking, Hell covers my mouth with his hand, suppressing the scream which he knows is coming. My legs feel weak, he clamps me to him, his hand still in my bikini bottoms easing me down.

  When my legs feel able to support me, I turn around, lowering myself to my knees, easing his swimming trunks down, his cock bounces out free.

  “Don’t know how long I’ll last, Mo,” he warns me as I place one hand on his shaft and the other massaging his balls.

  I don’t care. It’s the first time in months, years perhaps, he’s got an erection that’s not chemically induced. A sign that less stress, no smoking and a reduction in alcohol seems to be working. A visible indication he still finds me attractive, it’s only me here, nothing else to get him aroused. The thought makes me feel amazing, powerful even. Reclaiming my youth, what the fuck does it matter what the calendar says?

  My mouth closes around him, his groans music to my ears. I suck, lick, take him further into my mouth. It took me years to perfect it, and it’s years since I’ve last done it, but I concentrate on relaxing my throat muscles and take as much of him in as I can. Then I swallow around him.

  “Fuck, Mo. Fuck. That feels so fuckin good. Mo, Fuck. I’m going to come.”

  As he holds the back of my head to him, his hips pump, his dick swells, and warm cum rushes into my mouth. I swallow every drop. It’s my man, and I love him. Still on my knees, I look up.

  His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed, his chest heaving as he breathes in and out getting oxygen into his lungs. I did that. I turned him on, I made him lose control. I feel I could conquer the world right now.

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p; While I’m watching him, his eyelids lift, and he looks down. “Fuck, Mo,” he says, stroking my head gently, “you have no idea how submissive you look.”

  Submissive? Well, looks can be deceiving. I drop my hands, leave his cock hanging down, turn and run into the water. “Submissive am I? You’ll find out how submissive I am.”

  I’m laughing and giggling as he tucks himself away, then comes racing after me. Cupping my hands, I send a shower of water up over his face.

  Of course he retaliates. We end up half drowning each other, rolling in the shallows getting sand in places it’s no right to be. Necessitating a shower to clean us.

  Later, relaxing on the loungers on the veranda, I reach over and take his hand. “Do you worry about Demon?”

  “Nah, he can handle himself. It’s his time now. His club. I’ll sit back and support him. He’ll do alright. Why, you worried?”

  “He’s thirty-five, Hell. I worry he’s still alone and not settled down.”

  “You’re right he’s not got an ol’ lady, but he’s not on his own, Mo. Got a string of hangarounds and club whores to fuck.”

  I pull back my hand. “I’m not talking about fucking. I’m talking about this, us. Seeing the Tucson folks on Jayden’s birthday made me think we could do with more family men in the club.”

  He sighs, takes his hand to his lips and kisses it. “Think Demon’s a lost cause, Mo. We’ll need to look to Paladin and Jayden if we want to populate the club with home-bred bikers.”

  Acknowledgments

  Paladin and Jayden’s story started way back in Slick Running, the third book in the Satan’s Devils series. Almost immediately, readers started asking for their story.

  At the time, it was too early. Jayden had to be older before Paladin could be freed from his promise to be hands off. I wanted their relationship to develop naturally, so their time had to wait. Although I hadn’t yet decided on how their story would go, I always knew they had to get away from Slick, Ella and Drummer before they could truly be together. In the Tucson club they would always be under the watchful eye of their family.

  I’d wanted to write about an older couple for some time, and knew it was going to revolve around Hellfire, not that I knew the background of his relationship with Moira at the time. The idea began to form that by merging Paladin and Jayden, and Hellfire and Moira’s stories, I could show the difference between a young and new, and old and familiar relationship, each with its own trials and tribulations. There are many, many books about young love, I thought it would be interesting to explore the challenges facing people as they go through middle age.

  I write as I read, not knowing what’s coming around the corner. As I type, the characters take over and lead me in directions I hadn’t thought I’d be taking. Moira and Hellfire’s past and the resulting impact on Demon came as a complete surprise. As did Paladin’s accident, and Jayden’s kidnap. I hope that as I don’t know what’s coming next, I’ve also kept you, the reader, on your toes.

  I trust I’ve done Paladin and Jayden justice, and those of you who’ve been waiting so long to read about them have not been disappointed.

  Of course, Paladin’s Hell is the first book about the Colorado Chapter, and so welcome to new readers who’ve picked a Satan’s Devils MC book up for the first time. I hope you enjoyed it, and want to learn more about the characters. I’ve certainly got Demon’s book lined up for 2019. The questions are obviously, who is going to be the next VP of the club, and what kind of woman is going to be able to tie Demon down? I can’t wait to write this one.

  My books are written by teamwork, and as always I have to thank the team who are behind me.

  My editor, Maggie Kern. This is the third book we’ve worked on together, and it’s an honour to work with her as we knock the book into shape. Thank you, Maggie, once again.

  My very grateful thanks to all my beta readers who are prepared to read a rough draft and pick up so many useful things. Danena, Colleen, Sheri, Terra, Zoe, Nicole, Alex and my husband Steve, my grateful thanks to you all.

  As this is a new, albeit a spin-off, series, I wanted the cover to have an identity of its own. Once again, the amazing Lia Rees came through for me. As normal, Lia’s also formatted the various versions of this book. What can I say that already hasn’t been said, Lia? Thank you. Not only for your design work, but the tips and hints you give me as you share your knowledge about the publishing world.

  Thank you Astronima's On Pointe Proofreading for proofreading the final version. I enjoyed working with you.

  As always, I’ve left the most important people to the end. So now please, every person who’s taken a chance on this book, accept my heartfelt thanks. If you weren’t buying my books, I wouldn’t be able to write them.

  You can help even more. If you liked this book, don’t keep it to yourself. Tell a friend, hey, tell me. Every time a reader contacts me to express how much they enjoy any of my books, especially when they ask for more, it spurs me to continue writing. I appreciate every message you send or comment that you make.

  Know what’s even better? Leave a review. On Amazon, Bookbub or Goodreads, or wherever you made your purchase. I don’t care where. Just one or two words is helpful. Reviews help authors make sales, sales allow authors to pay editors, cover designers etc, and put food on the table.

  To anyone asking the question, the Satan’s Devils have a long way to go yet.

  There’ll be another Devil along very soon.

  Demon’s Angel

  Satan’s Devils MC (Colorado Chapter) #2

  Copyright

  Published 2019 by Trish Haill Associates

  Copyright Manda Mellett

  Book and Cover Design by Lia Rees at Free Your Words

  (www.freeyourwords.com)

  Edited and formatted by Maggie Kern

  Proof reading by Barbara J. Bailey

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book reviews.

  www.mandamellett.com

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book is dark in places and contains content of a sexual, abusive and violent nature. It is not suitable for persons under the age of 18.

  Cast of Characters - Colorado

  Officers

  Demon – President

  Buzzard – Secretary/Treasurer

  Thunder – Sergeant-At-Arms

  Mace – Enforcer

  Sparky – Road Captain

  Patched Members

  Hellfire

  Bomber

  Cad

  Ink

  Lizard

  Pyro

  Paladin

  Rusty

  Prospects

  Dan

  Runt

  Wills

  Smithy – Failed Prospect

  Old Ladies & Children

  Moira (Hellfire’s): Demon, Kennedy, Samuel

  Jeannie (Bomber’s)

  Sindy (Buzzard’s)Violet (Demon’s): Theo

  Jayden (Paladin’s)

  Sweet Butts

  Bella

  Breezy

  Sheila

  Titsy

  Tulia

  Deceased Members

  Blackie – Previous President

  Furnace – Previous VP

  Ingot – Previous Enforcer

  Taser

  Cast of Characters - Arizona

  Officers

  Drummer – President

  Wraith – Vice President

  Heart – Secretary

  Dollar – Treasurer

  Peg – Sergeant-At-Arms

  Blade - Enforcer


  Joker – Road Captain

  Mouse – Computer Expert

  Patched Members

  Bullet

  Beef

  Hyde

  Jekyll

  Lady

  Marvel

  Roadrunner

  Rock

  Slick

  Shooter

  Viper

  Prospects

  Matt

  Fergus

  Truck

  Old Ladies & Children

  Sam (Drummer’s): Eli

  Sophie (Wraith’s): Olivia

  Marcia (Heart’s): Amy, Jacob, Isabel

  Darcy (Peg’s): Noah

  Carmen (Bullet’s)

  Becca (Rock’s)

  Ella (Slick’s): Faith

  Sandy (Viper’s)

  Marianna (Mouse’s)

  Tash (Blade’s)

  Deceased Members

  Adam

  Buster

  Tongue

  Chapter One

  Demon

  As soon as we’re through the door of the tattoo parlour and out in the fresh air, Lizard takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking the opportunity to top off his nicotine levels before we get back on our rides. Moving upwind, I lean back against the brickwork, content to wait patiently for him.