Demented Sons Series Volume One: Books 1-4 (Demented Sons MC Iowa)

by Kristine Allen

  It didn’t take long before I owned her orgasm and her cum was coating my tongue like the sweetest honey. Fucking A…. this woman.

  Crawling up her, I nipped along her all the way to her tits, and I bit them too. Devouring her was at the top of my list, but we were on a tight schedule if I didn’t want to be late for my first appointment of the day. Sliding my cock through her slit, I coated it with her juices before plunging inside her.

  Best. Feeling. Ever.

  Watching her face as I drove into her, I was overcome with how damn lucky I was and how fucking beautiful she was. Everything had been looking up. Hacker was good, his baby and Kassi were good, and they would be coming home soon. I honestly didn’t think my life could get any better until I put that ring on her finger.

  Hooking her legs over my arms, I kneeled and pulled her down hard on my cock. Holy hell, this angle changed all the sensations. Not that any angle in her was bad, but sweet Jesus….

  “Oh my God, Kayde. Yes. Yesssss.” She was fucking glorious as she moaned and writhed beneath me.

  Fucking her like an avenging angel raining down the heavens, I lost myself in her. Before I knew it, my release was impending, and I ground out my demand that she come right fucking now.

  Didn’t matter that she’d already come all over my face; I wanted her sweet cream all over my cock. I wanted to know she was completely satisfied before I walked out the door.

  Those caramel-apple eyes glowed as her chest flushed and her lips parted in panted breaths. “Are you close? You fucking better be, because I’m about to fill that pussy so full of my cum, it’s gonna be draining out of you all fucking day.” All it ever took was for me to talk filthy to her, and her eyelids shaded those beautiful eyes and her core clenched like a vise around my dick. Seconds later her body stiffened, hands clenching the bedding, and she pulsed around me as I exploded in her.

  Like I thought, I came so much, each slow stroke that drew out the bliss I’d just let loose, had our mixed fluids leaking out. “¡Dios mío! What the fuck do you do to me?”

  Chest heaving, she smiled at me and licked her lips. “The same thing you do to me?”

  With a smirk, I jerked out of her just to see her pout and whimper. Now that I was running behind, I hurried to wipe off with my towel and get dressed. Almost ready to leave, I stopped by the bed where she was still sprawled half-naked and looking deliciously satisfied. Glancing down at her wet, pink center, I basked in the primitive satisfaction I got out of seeing my jizz spread all over her thighs and leaking from her.

  I couldn’t resist reaching down and smearing it all over her pussy and thighs until it was rubbed into her skin. “Don’t you wash it off. I want to sit at work laying ink to people’s skin, knowing I’m painted all over what’s mine.” Slipping into her tight sheath, I fingered her G-spot a few times before pulling out. “I’ll finish that tonight.”

  The sexiest smirk spread across her face at my words. Whispering, “I love you,” against her lips, I kissed her goodbye.

  Just as I was about to step out of our bedroom door, she spoke the words that made me late.

  “Kayde, I’m pregnant.”

  Holy. Shit.

  “My Demons”—Starset

  WAITING WITH MY BREATH held as Kayde stood in the doorway unmoving, I hated myself for having it burst out like it did. Totally not how I planned to tell him. No, I’d cooked up the elaborate plan to make him an amazing dinner, put Ty to bed, seduce him, and then while he lay spent under me, I would whisper it in his ear. As usual though, things didn’t happen how I planned. Kind of like being pregnant. Again.

  Not exactly planned. I’d been on the shot when I was with Lawrence. But I lost track of time somewhere in my life of hell down there. Evidently, it wore off early, because I’d gotten pregnant when Kayde was down for his abuela’s funeral and I escaped Lawrence. Then everything happened and I moved up here, and since I hadn’t left, I missed my appointment for the booster. Initially, I had planned on returning to San Antonio in plenty of time to see my gynecologist for my next shot. Then I ended up staying and, with everything going on, never thought to find one here. Trying to piece it all together in my head, I just couldn’t remember my dates or anything, and well… it didn’t really matter the hows or whys. I fucked up.

  Now I had fucking word vomit and blurted it out to his retreating back after some of the best sex in history. Shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Sera.

  Minutes had passed and he was still standing there. Should I say something, or did I wait? I had no idea what to do next. “Kayde? Did you hear me?” Clearing my throat when my words came out with a croak, I repeated myself.

  When he finally turned to me, his face was one of absolute shock. Covering my mouth tight with my hand so the whimper trying to escape stayed contained, I wanted to crawl under the bed. I watched as he swallowed hard. Twice. He gave his head a little shake and rapidly blinked his eyes. It was like he was trying to clear all his senses.

  “Umm.” He paused. “Did you just say what I think you did? Because I think you said you were pregnant. Is that what you said?” He still stood by the door, and I couldn’t read how he was feeling. Panic started to creep in as I nodded.

  “Madre de Dios… are you sure?”

  “Umm, yeah. Very sure. I even had a blood test done at work, because I just felt ‘off’ and wanted to be sure. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but then everything happened with Erik and Kassi and… well, there just didn’t seem like a good time. You’re mad, aren’t you? I promise I didn’t do this on purpose. I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything. And I really didn’t plan on telling you like this.”

  Slowly, he took a step closer. I watched as he shook his head again. Then his face transformed into the happiest smile I’d ever seen. “You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

  Shaking my head, I knew I was looking at him like he might be a little crazy because he was acting so strange. In a blur of movement, he was next to the bed, scooping me up and spinning me around. When he stopped, he kissed me with a fierceness that took my breath away.

  “So, does that mean you’re happy?” After that kiss, I could barely gasp out the words.

  “Happy? Fucking Jesus, Sera, I’m ecstatic!” Joy spread like a glow through my chest, radiating out. Then he dropped me to my feet, and I wobbled before catching my footing. He was bounding over to his dresser. Turning back to me with his hands clutched together, he stepped closer to me, shook his head for a third time, then looked skyward. He muttered a long span of Spanish that I didn’t catch, then looked down into my eyes.

  “Sera, my Tinkerbell, this isn’t how I wanted to do this.”

  “I know. I didn’t plan on things going like thi—mmphf!” A broad hand covered my mouth, cutting off my words.

  Tears and wonder filled my eyes when he let go and dropped to one knee. My own hands covered my mouth when he flipped open the tiny black velvet box. Nestled inside in white velvet was a princess-cut diamond ring that glittered in the light above us. My eyes were glued to it until I realized he had said my name more than once.

  “Sera. Baby.” He cleared his throat. “I know we missed our chance the first time around. We ignored fate over and over. We’ve bucked convention. We’ve been through things most people only see on TV. Through it all, we kept coming back to each other until my stubborn ass finally opened my eyes to see the treasure in front of me. Would you do me the honor of being my wife? Would you make me the happiest man in the whole fucking world?”

  I’d been nodding before he even finished his little speech. Prying my hands away from my mouth, I whimpered, “Yes,” through my tears. That sexy dimple appeared on his cheek, and my stomach bottomed out. Pressing a kiss to my belly, his large hand spanned the small bulge.

  “I don’t know how the hell I didn’t notice this.” He smiled and stood.

  Before I knew it, the ring was on my finger and I was spinning in circles until I was giddy and laughing. “I think you’re going to be l
ate.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, well, I think they’ll forgive me. It’s not every day a man finds out he’s going to be a father and gets engaged, you know.”

  We made plans for me and Ty to go to the family picnic this weekend so he could tell everyone. I’d met a few of the guys and some of their wives—old ladies, whatever they were called—but my schedule had me missing all the weekend get-togethers until this weekend. I was nervous, but excited.

  With another passionate kiss, he left for work.

  In awe, I stood with my hand splayed and the diamond catching the light, while my right hand rested on my belly. Finally, life was amazing and nothing could ruin it now.

  Nervously, I helped Ty out of the Jeep, while Kayde grabbed the side dish I had made. Ty held my hand and hid behind my leg as we were approached by several large men in black leather vests. They were pretty intimidating, even to me. A red-haired woman came over and took the side with a smile and a wave before taking it to a long table with other items already sitting on it. When Kayde hugged each one of the men, then turned to me, holding out his arm for me to step forward, I’d be lying if I said my knees weren’t shaking.

  “Snow, Gunny, Hollywood, Reaper, Dice, this is Tinkerbell.”

  Oh my gawwwd! He didn’t! My mouth hung open as I stared daggers at him.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, this man,” I muttered under my breath. The big Viking dude he called Gunny winked at me and smiled. Realizing he was the guy from Christmas Eve who Kayde admitted had stopped by to get the key for my Jeep so he could deliver it early the next morning, I smiled back at him. He then tipped his head up and simply said, “Sera.”

  They all welcomed me, and I began to feel more at ease. Gently pulling Ty in front of me, I introduced him to them as well. I could tell by their expressions and how their eyes moved from Ty to Kayde and back that they were wondering if he was Kayde’s. In my eyes, he was. Not that I would ever not acknowledge Tyler as his father, but Kayde would be the one to raise him. To teach him to shave. To talk to him about girls.

  When a little girl about Ty’s age came running over, followed by a blonde woman with a big baby boy on her hip, I recognized her as Steph. We’d run into her at the grocery store about a week ago, but she hadn’t had the kiddos with her.

  “Wanna come play on the swing set?” The little girl with ice-blue eyes and dark pigtails asked Ty. He looked up to me with hope shining in his eyes.

  “Hey, this is my daughter, Remi, and my son, Wyatt. This big oaf is mine.” She pointed to a tall man with a patch reading “Reaper” who could have passed for a relative of Kayde’s, with his dark hair and blue eyes. “I’ll be with them, and you can join me after you’re done with the introductions if you want.” Steph seemed a little younger than me but not by much. She also seemed kind, and I liked her already.

  “That’s fine, but you listen to Miss Steph, okay, Ty?” Without more than a nod, he was running off after the little girl. Steph smiled and said she’d see me in a bit, then set Wyatt down and followed him as he toddled off to chase after the bigger kids.

  The afternoon was a blur of faces and names. Everyone was so friendly. Yeah, the guys were all kind of rough, but very pleasant and respectful. It really did feel like a big family reunion. By the time the sun was setting, the kiddos had slowed and were walking around with sparklers under the supervision of the burly bikers. It was cute as hell.

  Once they were done with the sparklers and they were getting tired, we corralled them on some blankets to watch the guys shoot off a few fireworks.

  I’d been helping Becca and Steph clean up. Everything was taken care of, and Ty was lying flat on the blanket next to Kayde—Joker. I had to get used to that, because that’s what everyone here knew him as, and anytime I called him Kayde, they looked at me strange. While Ty was watching the fireworks, I grabbed my dish and spoon to pack it back up in my Jeep. I figured that way everything would be ready to go.

  Walking to the edge of the parking area, I opened the front door to set my purse down on my seat, then the back door to set the dish on the floor. As I shut the back door, a hand slammed over my mouth and I felt cold metal at my temple. Terror washed over me, and I froze as everything flashed back.

  “You’re a hard bitch to track down. Never would have thought you’d shack up with a fucking biker up here in podunk Iowa. I’m a little impressed. Didn’t think you had it in you. Too bad your new fuck toy and his buddies have enemies who happen to be friends of mine. Small world, huh? Know how small the world really is? What would you think if I told you I just put two and two together and realized he was best buddies with your stupid brother and your dead husband? That poor bastard lost his grandmother and his best friend because of you.”

  Confusion overwhelmed me, and his words didn’t make sense at all. His hand was covering not just but my mouth but my nose too, and I was fighting to get a deep breath. I knew better than to move though. Lawrence’s retaliation would be quick and brutal. “You make a peep and some little kids get traumatized when their daddies get shot in front of them. You understand?”

  Nodding franticly, tears streamed unchecked down my face. My entire body broke out in tremors, and I almost collapsed as he started to drag me away. Forcing my legs to work out of fear I would trip and his gun would go off, I moved awkwardly backward. I had no idea where he was taking me, but each step was agony as it took me farther away from my baby boy and the father of my unborn baby. The thought of him killing another of my babies had a fire starting in my gut.

  “How about I let you in on a little secret since you won’t live to tell a soul this time? Wanna know why they never found your husband’s killer?” His voice dropped to a whisper and he spoke the next words into my ear. “Because I made sure they didn’t.”

  My heart stuttered and he continued spewing his evil words. “Yeah, that’s right. I killed him. Well, that’s a lie. I couldn’t risk being the one to actually pull the trigger, but some junkies will do anything for a buck. Then no one questions finding a dead, homeless junkie in an alley. It was perfect. You see, I met you at the Christmas party the year before. Do you remember?”

  Eyes wide in disbelief, I vaguely remembered Tyler introducing me to several detectives at that last party we attended, but it was years ago and I hadn’t really thought twice about them. I mean, we talked for all of five minutes. How had he possibly become that obsessed with me after such a brief meeting? It was crazy. Then again, he was certifiably insane.

  “Ahhh, I see you remember now. It took me so long to get everything set up just right. Healy had been snooping around in shit that didn’t concern him. He found out about the kickbacks I was getting from the cartel to look the other way in some of my investigations. His dumb ass confronted me and threatened to turn me in.” A sadistic laugh burst from his lips. “Like he was John fucking Wayne. Stupid little fuck didn’t know who he was messing with. Then there was you… the unexpected prize. Ripe for the plucking. You were just too easy, and so much fun. But no one leaves me unless I say so!” The hard steel of the muzzle pressed harder into my temple and I whimpered.

  Determined to fight him this time, I was about to stop moving when I heard a voice that had both relief and fear slipping through me. “Let her go.”

  Lawrence spun me around so fast, I lost my footing and almost fell.

  “No, fucker. She owes me. Hope you enjoyed my leftovers when you fucked her.”

  My eyes bugged out, expecting Kayde to lose his shit. The man standing in front of us holding a pistol pointed at Lawrence’s head looked like the man I slept next to each night but yet… not. His eyes were cold, winter-storm gray. Calculating and icy. Not even a muscle moved in his jaw.

  If I hadn’t been looking closely at his eyes and face, I might have missed his eyes flicking briefly to me, then the ground, back to my eyes, then back to Lawrence. Hoping I understood what he was saying, I waited a few seconds, then dropped all my weight straight down. When I did, Kayde shot at Lawrence, but Lawr
ence shot at Kayde.

  On my hands and knees, I watched in horror as blood sprayed over Kayde’s face and he stumbled, dropping his gun. It skittered over, hitting my hand. Lawrence laughed, and I looked up at him as he pointed his gun at Kayde again. He had blood running down his arm, but he didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

  “You stupid fuck. You could have lived and found some other whore to stick your dick in, but you had to be a hero.” He taunted Kayde as blood ran in his eyes and he wavered on his feet. “Don’t you know she’s not worth it? It’s all her fault your precious grandmother is dead too. If she would have kept her fucking nose out of my business, she’d probably still be here. She had the nerve to try to threaten me. Funny thing is, I only meant to scare her, but the old bat swerved too far and hit a fucking pole. And she was your grandma. How’s that for some twisted shit? Like I told Serafina, it’s a small fucking world.”

  Kayde lunged in rage at Lawrence’s words, but before he could reach him, he dropped to his knees and fell facedown.

  Sobs tore straight from my soul as he fell. Lawrence laughed as he stood over Kayde, pointing his gun at the man I loved more than life itself.

  Running footsteps registered in my mind, but I knew they wouldn’t get here in time. Trying desperately to remember everything Tyler had taught me when he had me get my concealed carry license, I wished I had actually kept up with practicing. I grabbed the gun from the ground and arched my arm around to point at Lawrence. Without hesitating, I squeezed the trigger in a smooth motion. The gun kicked back, and the smell of gun smoke filled my nostrils as everything that man had done to me flashed through my head.

  In slow motion, I watched the surprise register on his face as he looked at his chest where red blossomed and then at me. “You—” was all he got out before he fell to one knee, then off to the side.