Bayou Devils MC: The Complete Series

by A. M. Myers

  He pulls away and stares down at me with something that looks an awful lot like love and my heart kicks in my chest. “There’s something I should tell you.”

  “Oh?” I whisper. “What’s that?”

  “Tawny, that girl who left the note on my front door, swung by the clubhouse today and well, long story short, I ended up claiming you as my old lady in front of everyone.”

  My mouth pops open as I squint up at him. “I’m sorry… what?”

  “My ex, Tawny…”

  “Yeah, no, I got that part,” I say, interrupting him as I wave my hand through the air. “But please explain the part about claiming me and me being an old lady.”

  He laughs. “Basically, it means that I told the club that you’re mine, you’re off limits to anyone else who may have been thinking about…”

  “Oh, hell no….”

  He slams his lips down on mine again for a quick kiss, shutting me up.

  “Just listen. It means that you’re one of the most important people in my life and it also means that any one of my brothers would die to protect you, just like I would for someone they care about. It means I choose you, I want you.”

  I suck in a breath. “Oh.”

  “What the fuck?” he growls and I jerk back to look up at his face. He’s staring out at the street and I follow his gaze to a black SUV that I recognize from outside Mercedes’ office. Oh, no. Sawyer plants a kiss on my forehead before gently shoving me away from him. “Stay here.”

  “Sawyer,” I call but it’s too late. He storms across the grass, looking intimidating as hell as he closes in on the P.I. and my stomach rolls. Once he gets to the open driver’s side window, he starts yelling. It’s loud enough that I can hear his voice but I can’t make out what he is saying as he gestures wildly before pointing to me.

  Oh, Lord Almighty.

  After a couple more tense seconds of angry conversation, Sawyer shoves the guy and backs up onto the sidewalk before pointing down the street in a clear order to leave. The SUV backs out of the space and races off. He watches it leave before turning around and marching back to me as he scans his surroundings. When he stops in front of me, he runs his hand through his hair and pulls me back into his arms.

  “It’s a goddamn P.I. and he’s watching you.”

  “Oh,” I whisper like I didn’t already know that.

  “He wouldn’t tell me who he’s working for, though. Son of a bitch. Maybe I can get Streak to hack his phone or something to get us some answers.”

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I consider telling him everything but when I open my mouth, that’s not what comes out. “I’ve seen him around before…”

  “What?” he bellows, stepping back to look in my eyes. “And you didn’t tell me?”

  “I didn’t know for sure,” I reason, shaking my head. “And when I confronted him, he said he was just taking pictures of the city. I didn’t know what to do.”

  He shakes his head. “Why would someone have a P.I. following you around?”

  “I don’t know,” I lie, my hands trembling and the words burning as they spill out of my mouth. He takes a deep breath and pulls me back into his arms almost like he needs the comfort as much as I do.

  “Listen, I have a little cabin out in the middle of nowhere. What do you say we go get lost for a few days and then when we get back we can figure all of this out?”

  I nod, relief flooding me at the thought of being away from Gavin’s prying eyes for a little while and I promise myself that after we get back, I’ll tell him everything.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Juliette

  “Just Got Started Lovin’ You” by James Otto spills out of the speakers in the truck as we wind down a back country road on the way to Sawyer’s cabin and I smile as I lay my head back on the seat and close my eyes. My feet are up on the dash and the windows are down, letting the sun warm my skin and the wind whip through my hair and away from the prying eyes of Gavin and his lackey, as all my stress melts away. After the abrupt end to our date last night, we went back to the house and I helped Sawyer pack up supplies before I called Nico to see when she thought she’d be down in Baton Rouge. She said she has a few things to wrap up in Miami and she should get into town in three days which gives us the perfect opportunity for a mini getaway to the woods. I turn my head to the other side and smile across the cab at Sawyer. He peeks in my direction before grinning and returning his gaze to the road.

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  Turning to face forward, my smile widens. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sir.”

  He laughs as he slows down and turns on his blinker. Dropping my feet from the dash, I lean forward and scan the tree line. There’s a little dirt road nestled in there, almost hidden from view and my belly does a little flip as he turns down the road.

  “I can’t wait to see your cabin.”

  He shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m nervous. I’ve never brought anyone out here.”

  “Not even Molly?”

  He sighs. “No… Molly wasn’t really into this kind of thing.”

  “What? Nature?” I ask, laughing and he glances over at me with a nod. “Oh.”

  “She couldn’t stand the thought of being in my little two room cabin and lord help you if you mentioned the bugs out here.”

  I scowl. “So, what? You always just did what she wanted to do?”

  “Pretty much but I didn’t mind. Making her happy made me happy.”

  Oh my God.

  How has this sweet, perfect man not been taken by another woman yet? How does he not know how perfect he is?

  “Did she make you happy?” I ask as the trees open up slightly to reveal a cute little log cabin and he scowls as he parks the truck.

  “You know, before I met you, I would have said yes without even thinking about it but now, I don’t know… I mean, it’s not like she never did anything for me or that I was at her beck and call.”

  I reach across the cab and grab his hand. “It’s okay. You don’t have to stress it.”

  “Is that what you’re doing? Just coming out here with me to make me happy?”

  “Yes and no. I really do love being out in nature. Get me next to a lake and I’ll be a happy girl. Plus, I’m never going to say no to spending alone time with you. You are very quickly turning into my favorite person.”

  He grins, a look of vulnerability in his eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I agree with a nod as I scoot across the bench seat and straddle his legs. He grips my hips gently and I lay my hands on his chest. I can’t help rocking my hips against his denim covered cock and he groans softly before shaking his head at me.

  “You know… if you walk through those trees over there,” he points over my shoulder and I glance behind me, “you’ll find the lake you were talking about.”

  I beam as I turn back to him. “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  “Will you show me?”

  He glances down at his lap and manipulates my hips with his hands, rubbing my core against his growing erection. “You sure you don’t want to check out the cabin first?”

  “On second thought, that sounds like a better idea,” I whisper as he rotates my hips again. My fingers dig into his chest as warmth rushes through me and I gasp. “Sawyer.”

  “Fuck… I think that’s my favorite way I’ve heard you say my name, angel.”

  My eyes roll back as he does it again and my nipples pebble, aching to be touched. “Take me inside.”

  “I thought you wanted to check out the lake?” he asks, flashing me a very convincing confused puppy look as he forces my hips down at the same time that he thrusts up and groans. Jesus H. Christ. I’m going to die, combust right here in his truck if he doesn’t stop doing that. I shake my head.

  “Later.”

  His hand slips under my tank top and skates up my back. When he gets to my shoulders, he pushes me down to meet his lips and I moan, my hips moving on their own now as his fingertips dig into
my skin.

  “Sawyer,” I moan, ripping away from his kiss and he groans as he leans in and nips at my neck while he reaches over to fumble for the door handle.

  “Fuck.”

  He finally gets the door open and he grabs my ass, holding me up as he stumbles out of the truck. Grabbing his face between my hands, I steal desperate kisses as he carries me to the cabin and up the stairs of the front porch before he presses my back against the wall.

  “Shit. My keys are in the truck.” He lowers me to my feet and smacks my ass. “Don’t you go anywhere.”

  I glance around as he jumps to the ground, skipping the stairs completely, and smile as I strip my tank top over my head and unbutton my jeans before he turns back around with the truck keys in his hand.

  “Don’t you dare take anything else off without me,” he growls, charging back toward me with a predatory look and I let out a giggle as he wraps one arm around my waist and unlocks the cabin with his other hand. Inside, he sets me down and as I walk over to the bed, I shove my shorts down my legs. He sucks in a breath and I grin.

  “You trying to put on a show, baby?”

  I peek over my shoulder at him. “Maybe. Do you want me to stop?”

  “Absolutely not,” he groans, his eyes glued to my ass as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs before leaning back against the closed door and wrapping his hand around his thick cock. Holy fuck. Pure, undiluted desire races through my bloodstream and steals my breath as I turn to face him and watch as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his shaft.

  “Sawyer.”

  He closes his eyes, his face bathed in pleasure, as he nods. “Say it again.”

  “Sawyer,” I purr, taking a step toward him as I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. He opens his eyes just as it falls to the floor. Hunger and need rage in his blue eyes as he rips his shirt over his head, displaying his damn near perfect body and making me feel so powerful. His eyes never leave me as I close the distance between us and smile before dropping to my knees and peeking up at him.

  “Juliette,” he breathes. I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his length, giving it one quick stroke, as he shudders and slides his hand into my hair. The anticipation on his face fans the fire burning inside me and I lean forward, letting my lips hover just above the head while he watches and his body tenses. When I pull back again, he relaxes with a frustrated groan. “Juliette.”

  “Oh, I think that’s my favorite way I’ve heard you say my name.”

  He shakes his head and closes his eyes before knocking his head back against the door and I take advantage of the distraction, leaning forward and running my tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip. The hand in my hair tightens and he hisses, his hips bucking forward.

  “Turn about is fair play, angel,” he warns me and my heart skips a beat at the thought as I lean in again and take him into my mouth. A loud groan rips through him as he throws his head back and I resist the urge to smile as I close my lips around his length and suck.

  “Motherfucker,” he breathes, tugging on my hair a little and moisture pools between my thighs as he takes control, thrusting his hips forward as he holds my head steady. He hits the back of my throat and groans again as another shudder runs through his body. As he thrusts again, I wrap my hand around the base and tease the underside of his cock with my tongue before sucking hard and I swear, his knees almost buckle. I glance up and meet his eyes. He hisses a curse, pulling his length out of my mouth before yanking me to my feet and wrapping his arm around my waist as he slams his lips to mine.

  Moaning, I hook my leg over his hip as his tongue tangles with mine and he grabs the other leg, effortlessly lifting me into his arms. My skin tingles with need as he grabs my ass in his hands, his fingers so close to my pussy but just out of reach, driving me crazy. I buck my hips, trying to convey what I need to him and he grins as he gently skates his fingers over my panties.

  “Yes,” I gasp, tearing my lips from his and he groans into my neck as he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down on the bed with my ass right at the edge before dropping to his knees in front of me and hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties as he meets my eyes. His expression screams raw, primal need and makes me moan as I drop my head back on the bed and close my eyes. The light brushes of his fingertips against my skin as he slowly lowers my panties down my legs heighten every single sensation until I’m on the verge of screaming.

  I need relief…

  I need this.

  I need him.

  “Sawyer,” I beg and he moans as he climbs up my body, kissing and licking a path across my skin as he goes and my heart thunders in my ears as my hands shake.

  Oh, God.

  He kisses up my neck, sending goose bumps racing across my flesh, before he claims my lips again, kissing me like he owns me, like I’m his to do with as he pleases, and I have no trouble complying with that. Not when it feels this damn good to have him on top of me. Planting one last quick kiss on my lips, he starts kissing down my body again and I whine as I reach for him, trying desperately to get him back where I want him but he just laughs as he slips between my legs and runs his hands up the inside of my thighs.

  “You want some relief, angel?” he asks and I cry out as I nod.

  “Yes.”

  I can feel his breath on my pussy as he brushes his thumb over my clit and my entire body jerks like I have been electrocuted, sounds like I’ve never heard spilling from my lips. He nips at my thigh with a groan and just when I think he’s going to tease me some more, his mouth is on me. I scream, my entire body bowing off the bed and he presses down on my hips as he starts flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I chant, digging my fingers into his hair as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and my hips buck again. “Sawyer, please.”

  It’s too much.

  My body is swamped with too many sensations to name or try to pin down and it’s skirting dangerously close to torture.

  “Sawyer,” I cry again when he seems intent on continuing his torment. He growls and climbs up my body, dragging his hands over my damp skin as he goes and I struggle to breathe as my pussy throbs with need and my skin aches to feel his touch. I look up and meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”

  With a groan, he presses his lips to mine as his cock brushes against my core and I lift my hips off the bed but he moves away.

  “You have no idea how much I love hearing you beg me,” he whispers and I close my eyes as I shake my head back and forth.

  “No more, please. I need you.” When I open my eyes again, a tear trickles down my cheek and he moans as he kisses it away.

  “I need a condom,” he says, jumping up from the bed and running to his jeans by the door before grabbing one and coming back to bed. He stands over me, stroking himself a few times before he rips the packet open with his teeth and slides the condom on. When he’s back between my legs, he leans down and kisses me again, softer this time like I’m the most precious thing in his life and I gasp as he slowly buries himself inside me. My body arches off the bed and my eyes close as I try to cling to him, my hands slipping across his skin.

  “Shit,” he hisses, pulling back to look down at where we’re joined together as he pulls his hips back and sinks in again, enraptured. He meets my gaze. “You’re perfect.”

  I nod, ignoring his comment as I reach for him. “More.”

  He flashes me a grin before plunging into me harder. My body clenches down around him and pressure builds in my belly as he keeps the same pace and leans down to kiss me. It’s such a contradiction to the animalistic motion of his hips and I’m obsessed, well and truly ruined for any other man because no other man will ever be able to compare to this. He touches me like I’m glass and indestructible at the same time.

  Fire and ice.

  Heaven and hell

  Black and white.

  It’s a perfect cont
rast designed and executed to drive me out of my mind.

  I scrape my nails down his back and he rears back with a groan before grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed as his hips thrust into me a little bit harder.

  “You’re not being very nice, angel.”

  I shake my head. “Neither are you.”

  “Oh. Did you want to come?” he asks, punctuating his question with a couple of quick thrusts and I cry out as I nod my head.

  “Yes.”

  He nods and releases my hands before reaching between us to rub his thumb over my clit. “Go ahead, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  “Sawyer,” I moan as my release overwhelms me, white lights exploding behind my eyes as my body clamps down on him and shudders. He groans. Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me for a few more seconds before his eyes close and he stills, releasing something between a moan and a sigh as his body jerks above me. He sighs again as he opens his eyes and meets my gaze with a silly grin on his face. I laugh.

  “You’re a tease,” I accuse him and he laughs as he rolls to the bed next to me and drops the condom in a trash can.

  “Oh, angel,” he muses, pulling me into his arms. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sawyer

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” her sweet voice says as she cuddles into my side and I hum, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. She skates her fingers down my stomach. “It’s time to wake up.”

  I peek one eye open. “Why don’t you keep moving that hand of yours down? That sounds like a pretty nice way to wake a man up.”

  “He says like he didn’t fuck her four times last night before they finally passed out.”

  “Your point?” I ask, biting back a laugh and she shakes her head.

  “My point is it’s time to get up.” She swings her leg over my hips and her tits hang in my face as she reaches toward the nightstand for something. Growling, I grip her hips and try to bury my face between them as she squeals. “Stop it. I have hot coffee.”