Bayou Devils MC: The Complete Series

by A. M. Myers

  Gritting my teeth, I grab a bottle of dark liquor from the bar and sneak up the stairs when no one is watching, hoping to get just a few moments of peace and quiet. And maybe a distraction from my own thoughts. I take a sip from the bottle as I wander down the hallway, wandering aimlessly past locked doors on each side of me. The room at the very end of the hall is wide open and before I tell myself that I shouldn’t do it, I step inside and look around. It’s a little messy but I’m not all that surprised and there is a desk in the middle of the room with three computer monitors on it. The thing is massive and it dominates the space. In one corner are a stack of files and I barely resist the urge to snoop through them before turning to take in the rest of the room. A full-sized bed is shoved into one corner and it looks like it hasn’t been made… ever. Clothes litter the floor but I wouldn’t say that the room is all that messy, just… well lived in. It’s obvious that someone spends a lot of time in here and I wonder whose room I just wandered into.

  “Find anything interesting?”

  I whirl around, my heart jumping into my throat as I come face-to-face with Streak. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and he’s staring at me with curiosity mixed with something else, something intense that makes my stomach feel all fluttery. His jade green eyes bore into mine as he takes a step toward me, eliminating the space between us, waiting for an answer. I shrug.

  “Not really.”

  He places a hand over his heart and his face crumples in mock hurt. “Are you saying I’m boring?”

  “Pretty sure that never came out of my mouth,” I answer and he nods as his gaze drops to my mouth and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Heat rushes through me as my body screams in protest over the fact that he’s not pressing up against me right now. My thoughts jump to the bed behind us and my heart thunders in my chest.

  Did someone just suck all of the air out of the room when I wasn’t looking?

  “So, you’re in my room because?” he asks, arching a brow as he waits for my reply and I shrug as I take a step back, moving around him to look at a bookcase built into the wall by the door. Anything to stop myself from climbing him like a goddamn tree.

  “Just bored, I guess…” I say, irritated by how out of breath I sound and the way my skin is zipping with need. I touch one of the knickknacks on the shelf, pretending to inspect it. “I’m Rowan, by the way.”

  “I know.” His voice is soft but he’s closed the distance between us again so I hear every word perfectly and his warm breath ruffles my hair. I spin around, backing into the bookcase as I look up at him. A few things rattle behind me but I can’t pretend to care. There is something about him, something that makes me feel like he understands a part of me that most people can’t even see and when our eyes meet again, all the shit I’ve been through in the past month fills my mind like he called it to the surface. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a month since my mom died when it feels like it’s been years, each day dragging on as I try to wade through my grief and that’s not even taking into consideration what Ash did to me.

  Jesus Christ.

  I need to get control of myself.

  “Rowan?” he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him and he flashes me an expectant look.

  Shit, did he say something?

  “Huh?”

  He takes his thumb and drags it over my knitted brow and I realize that I’ve been scowling at him this whole time. “What are you thinking about?”

  “You don’t want to know,” I tell him as I turn away and lift the bottle to my lips, taking a long sip. It’s a terrible idea but right now, I just want to forget and feel something other than… this. When I glance back at him, he tilts his head to the side and it’s like he is looking right through me again. It feels like someone has zapped me with a live wire and I fight the nagging urge to tell him what he wants to know for a moment before giving into it. Sighing, I meet his gaze. “It’s just been a hell of a month.”

  He nods, releasing a heavy breath. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

  “I suppose the healthy, mature thing for us to do would be to talk about it to someone who might understand what we’re going through,” I reply, studying his face and I swear, the air between us crackles. He flashes me a lopsided grin as he braces his hands on the shelves next to my hips and nods.

  “You’re probably right… but what if I don’t feel like being mature and healthy tonight?”

  My breath catches in my throat and he leans in closer, almost like he is being drawn to me, like he has no control over this either and my heart hammers relentlessly as my skin aches to feel his hands on me. I’ve never been this attracted to someone in my life and I am so desperate to feel good. Setting the bottle down on the bookshelf behind me, I lean back on one of the shelves, placing my hands right next to his so they barely brush as I arch my back and meet his gaze. His eyes are darker and full of all sorts of dirty thoughts, commanding me with just a look to give him the green light. I’m more than happy to comply.

  “Then you should probably lock the door.”

  “Thank fuck,” he growls, one hand diving into my hair as he closes the distance between us and slams his lips to mine, his kiss so intense and demanding that I see stars. He reaches out with his other hand and shuts the door before locking it and slamming me up against the bookcase. I moan when he grinds his hips against mine, every inch of my skin on fire as he slips one hand up behind my back and starts kissing down my neck. My nipples press against the fabric of my bra, aching for some attention as I drop my head back and gasp for air. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls back and a whimper of frustration slips past my lips.

  His eyes meet mine, wild and needy, and his breathing matches mine as he shakes his head. “I need to say something.”

  “I don’t want to talk.” I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him back to me and he comes willingly, groaning as we connect again. His tongue flicks my bottom lip and tangles with mine as he grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me against him.

  “Fuck,” he gasps, pulling away again. “I have to say this before we go any further.”

  I roll my eyes, trying to get closer to him. “Then fucking say it.”

  “I just need you to know,” he replies, moving closer to me like he can’t stop himself before leaning in to kiss my neck again. A shudder racks my body and I close my eyes, ready to lose myself in him but he pulls away again. “This is only sex.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I nod, urging him to kiss me again. Honestly, that’s perfectly fine with me and I don’t know why he felt the need to say anything in the first place.

  “No, listen. We can have fun together but you need to know that this is never going to go anywhere. I’m never going to fall in love with you.”

  My entire body stills as my thoughts screech to a halt. I look up at him and narrow my eyes. “I see… and you felt the need to tell me this why?”

  He tries to say something but I hold my hand up to stop him.

  “Is it because you were going to fuck me with your “magic cock” and I would suddenly lose every single brain cell I ever had? Or did you assume that just because I have tits and a vag that sex equals love for me?”

  When he tries to speak again, I place my hand over his mouth and shake my head. The more I think about all the assumptions he just made about me and whatever this thing is between us, the more fired up I get.

  “You know what? Forget it. All I wanted was to forget my shit for a while and do something that felt good but if that’s too much for you to handle, you can fuck right off.” I try to free myself from his grasp but he refuses to release me and when I glance up at him, the look in his eyes makes me feel fucking needy all over again. Not that I’ll give into it. Squaring my shoulders, I send a glare in his direction and try to wiggle out of his grasp again. “Let me go.”

  His answering growl hits me right in the stomach and my pussy clenches at the almost feral
look on his face as he cups my cheek and forces me to turn toward him again. We lock eyes and he holds my gaze for a second before we crash together again and this time there is no stopping us. His hands are everywhere as he leaves a trail of teeth marks down my neck and when I moan, he slaps his hand over my mouth.

  “You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he admonishes with a smile that is full of promise and my heart jumps into my throat. Writhing against him, I whimper. My body is swamped with a need more intense than I’ve ever felt before and I don’t know how much longer I can wait. He moves his hand from my mouth, replacing it with his lips as he drags my shirt up my belly and only pulls away long enough to rip it over my head. As he starts dragging his tongue down the side of my neck, I suck in a breath and reach for his belt, my hands shaking and my chest feeling like it might explode. He kisses back up to my lips and grabs a fistful of hair before pulling back to look in my eyes. “In a few minutes, you’re going to feel the urge to scream my name… don’t call me Streak.”

  I nod, frantically. He could ask for just about anything right now and I would probably agree. “What should I call you then?”

  “Travis,” he answers, smirking as he pops the button of my jeans and slips his hand down the front. His fingers brush over my clit and I gasp, gripping his t-shirt as my head falls back and my hips roll forward. My belly clenches as he starts flicking his fingers back and forth over the sensitive bud. The satisfied expression on his face tells me that he is just teasing me, taking his time to build me up but I don’t know how much more I can take. My body is strung tight, every inch of my skin screaming for attention as my belly clenches.

  “Oh my God,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back in my head as he moves lower and slips two fingers inside me, massaging my inner walls with precision. The boy knows what he’s doing and I swear, I couldn’t be more thankful of that fact than I am in this very moment. Leaning in, he sinks his teeth into my neck before softly kissing the same spot. He adds his thumb into the mix, circling my clit as he crooks his fingers and hits the perfect spot. My entire body tenses and I cry out as my release rolls through me, prompting him to seal his lips to mine. The fist in my hair tightens and he gives it a tug, adding another element to the already stellar orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure roll through me, my pussy gripping his fingers tightly, and I wonder if it’s ever going to end.

  Jesus Christ.

  Is this what it feels like when you die? Because I’m pretty sure that is what is happening to me. I’ve never felt anything like it but at the same time, I still want more. What kind of fucking sorcery is this and where in the hell did this boy come from?

  Travis pulls back to study my face before laughing. “You want more?”

  “Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you,” I tell him after I catch my breath, unzipping his jeans and dropping to my knees in front of him. The hand in my hair is gentler as he watches me pull his jeans down and wrap my fingers around his thick cock. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head at the simple touch and I smile, feeling powerful. I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his length from the base to the tip and when I see the look of bliss on his face, I vow to myself that we will be doing this again. Frequently, if I get my way. Besides, after the month I’ve had, I deserve all the fun and mind-blowing orgasms I can get.

  Chapter Five

  Warren

  A cold, winter breeze whips against me and I shove my hands in my coat pockets as I walk down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for any trouble but the entire block is a ghost town tonight. Hmm… how fitting. Not only does it work to my advantage perfectly as I slip into the trees of the edge of the property but it’s also how this club will look when I’m finished with them. Creeping closer to the fence that surrounds the entire perimeter of the clubhouse, I scan the parking lot and freeze when Rooster steps out to do his rounds.

  “Right on time,” I whisper as I crouch down and watch him walk over to the closed gate. That seems to be the one major precaution they’ve taken to protect themselves from me and it’s actually laughable how clueless they are. There is nothing that they can do to stop me or keep me from completing my mission.

  Fuck…

  Maybe I haven’t done a sufficient job of making them realize just how much danger they are in since their security measures are so lax but then again, that might be for the best. Let them be complacent. Let them be bewildered so when I strike and take the pound of flesh that I’m owed, it will be all the more shocking. Then again… it might make my victory even sweeter if they put up a little bit of a fight. After I mull the idea over in my head, I release a sigh. There will be time to consider it later, I tell myself, as I turn back to watch Rooster. He stands behind the gate scanning the street for a few more seconds before shaking his head and turning back toward the clubhouse.

  Fucking amateurs.

  If he actually took the time to walk the perimeter, he probably would have found the nice little entrance I made myself with a pair of bolt cutters long before now but I’ve noticed that their prospect likes to do as little as possible. Plus, on top of that, he’s got the worst fucking attitude, like the entire world has fucked him over but that couldn’t be further from the truth. This club took everything from me, stole every single ounce of anything good from my life. and he is just a cry baby in a cut. Maybe I’ll add him to my list, make sure he knows the depths of my rage so he can see how insignificant his problems are because watching him walk around with this chip on his shoulder pisses me the fuck off.

  Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I wait for him to step back into the clubhouse before slipping through the cut in the fence and creeping across the parking lot in the darkness. I have my ways of keeping tabs on the club at all times but when I realized they were having a party tonight, I needed to see them in person so I could witness their joy firsthand. It fuels me, knowing that I get to be the one to take it all away from them. When I get to the back wall, I flatten myself against it and move toward the window before crouching down and peeking through the glass.

  Moose and Juliette, Smith and Quinn, and Henn and Kady are all slow dancing together in the middle of the room, looking far too cozy for people with their necks on the chopping block but I ignore them and scan the rest of the room. Rooster is by the bar, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of booze and I grit my teeth and my gaze flicks toward the pool tables. Kodiak and Chance are playing pool, their wives talking to each other at the table nearby and Blaze, Storm, and Ali are sitting on the couches in the corner, talking. The smiles on their face infuriate me. Fuck all of them. I am going to tear down this whole club for what they did to me but there are four people in particular that hold the heaviest blame and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure their pain matches my own before I end them. One of them is missing and I grit my teeth as I pull away from the window and look to the corner of the building. Streak is probably up in his room because that is where he spends most of his damn time and that means I won’t be able to see him up on the second floor.

  Hissing a curse, I push away from the building and take a deep breath before I start heading back toward the fence. My fingers twitch as I think about how happy they all looked and how I didn’t get to complete the mission I came here tonight to accomplish and I fight the urge to slam my fist into the brick wall. All I wanted was to get eyes on my main targets but Streak never fucking makes it easy on me. I’m decent with computers but he’s better which means I always have to be one step ahead and I can never mess up. It’s the only way I’ve gotten away with all of this as long as I have.

  I’m almost to my spot in the fence when I hear a slapping sound behind me and I whip around, scanning the lot for any sign of a threat but it’s empty. My heart races as I stay motionless, waiting for something else to happen.

  What the hell was that?

  A low moan drifts through the air and I glance up to the second floor where Streak’s room is. There is one window in his room and I sink into the shadows and watch St
reak press Kodiak’s kid sister, Rowan, up against it in just her pink lacy bra and nothing else. Her back arches and her lips part in a moan as he grips a chunk of her hair, tugging on it as he positions himself behind her and presses his cock into her. Her pretty little eyes squeeze shut and another moan drifts down to me. Holy fuck. She is a pretty little thing and my cock jumps at the sound of her pleasure. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman and most of my life for so long has been devoted to making the Devils pay for what they did to me so there hasn’t been time for fun of any kind.

  She grips the molding on both sides of the window as Streak reaches around her front and grabs a handful of her full tits, pulling another moan from her. Shit, she is so responsive and my cock aches as it presses against my zipper. My fingers twitch and I close my eyes, imagining that it’s me slamming my length into her again and again as a soft groan spills from my lips. My heart pounds in my ears and I open my eyes again as Rowan lets out a louder moan. Streak covers her mouth with his hand and pulls her back to him so he can kiss her neck as his pace quickens. I’m hard as a fucking rock watching them and I don’t think I could even walk right now if I wanted to. Sinking further into the shadows, I unzip my jeans and fist my cock in my hand, pumping it slowly as I watch them. Streak releases the clasp of her bra before pulling it away and flinging it across the room.

  “Yes,” I hiss as her tits bounce with his thrusts and I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. Closing my eyes again, I picture her in my bed as I crawl over her and slam into her tight little pussy, using her however I want but she fucking loves it, moaning my name as my cock drives into her again and again. As the fantasy plays in my head, my entire body tenses and I release a low groan, so soft that no one will hear it, as my seed shoots all over the pavement. I drop my head back as the release rocks through me. “Fuck.”

  When I can finally move again, I tuck myself back into my jeans and glance back up at the window, breathing heavily. That is definitely a fantasy that I will be replaying in my head often but staying here for much longer would be stupid. Streak pulls Rowan away from the window. My ribs feel tight and I press my lips together at the loss. Before I can get too upset, they move back toward the window but stop just before it. Streak lifts Rowan off her feet and knocks a bunch of shit off his desk before setting her on the top and slipping back inside her. She clings to him as she throws her head back and moans but he doesn’t let her make noise for long, pulling her back to him and slamming his lips to hers.