She nodded. "What have I got to lose, huh? I've been there long enough. How long do you think I'll be here?"
"I honestly don't know, honey, but I'm thinking it won't be long. And look at it this way--you get to spend more time with Sax. Maybe this is fate keeping you two together to give you both time to see if something more permanent and meaningful is there."
She snorted. "Oh, there's definitely something there."
I could relate. I felt the same way about a certain asshole biker."Is there anything you need from home?" I didn't know how I would do it, but if she wanted something, I'd find a way to get it back to her.
She shook her head, smiling. "No, Sax is getting me some clothes and toiletries. He—"
Pop! Pop!
The sudden, unexpected noise caused Holly to stop what she'd been saying, and we stared at each other with confusion, our alarmed expressions mirroring each other.
What was that?
Pop! Pop! Pop!
It sounded like…firecrackers?
"Is that gunfire?" Holly whispered sharply, her eyes growing large.
"I don't know." I got up and rushed to the window. "Oh, my, God!" More gunfire erupted in rapid succession. "There are bikers everywhere out there!"
"Are they Desert Rebels?" she asked.
I shook my head. There was so many of them, and they were shooting off their guns as they were riding up to the clubhouse. "I don't think so, it's hard to tell." It didn't take me long to realize that they weren't just aiming their guns in the air, they were actually shooting toward the building. Holly got up to join me at the window.
The door burst open, and Moody and Sax rushed into the room.
"Jesus fuck, woman, get the hell away from that window!" Moody shouted at me as he rushed towards me.
"Baby, get down!" Sax ordered Holly, in a much gentler, but no less effective, tone.
Holly sank down into a corner by the bed. I’d barely stepped away from the window when Moody shoved his way between it and me. He barely spared me a glare before he was opening up the window, aiming his gun, and firing off a shot. Sax joined him as I joined Holly on the floor.
"What do you think is going on?" she whispered nervously. I could feel her trembling.
"Biker stuff," I guessed with worry.
"Do you think this is normal?" She was whispering as if she were afraid that someone would hear her.
The way Moody and Sax were handling themselves, I'd say that they'd done this before. Their expressions showed no fear over what was happening. Sax's face looked grim with determination, while Moody's dark, rigid expression appeared lethal. Both men fired their guns without hesitation. The window was suddenly shattered by a bullet, and while Sax swore and ducked, Moody continued shooting as if nothing had happened. I wanted to shout out for him to be careful, but I couldn't seem to find my voice.
Next to me, Holly was crying silently. She grabbed my arm and we were suddenly clinging to each other. I was scared, too, because the sound of gunfire over the loud noise of the motorcycles circling the clubhouse revealed that a war was going on. I hated the feeling of helplessness. I'd never liked guns, but I wouldn't have minded having one right then. What was going on? What if the bikers outside gained the upper hand, and they killed all of us? Would they kill the women?
Of course they would. They wouldn't leave witnesses.
Every time Moody and Sax fired their weapons, I flinched. I couldn't see what was going on outside, but it didn't appear to be slowing down any.
"Fucking Devil's Soldiers," Sax swore as he continued to fire. "They've been a fucking pain in our side."
"They have balls, showing up here like this," Moody snarled, keeping his attention on what was going on outside.
He fired off a last shot and then pulled down beneath the window to reload his gun. Our eyes met, but nothing in his revealed what he may be thinking. The man was lethal. His impressive bulk was all dressed in black, to match the soulless color of his eyes. I felt a chill run over me, because it became clear to me that he didn't care if he lived or died. He was challenging fate by standing up in the window and presenting himself as a target, ready to accept any bullets that flew his way. I felt a deep sadness for him inside.
"They do this shit every once in a while," Sax grumbled. Then in an almost jovial tone, "Another one down!"
That was obvious. Men were dying. I looked at Holly. She remained quiet, but gave me a tiny smile. I wondered if she was having second thoughts about her relationship with Sax. If this was the kind of life that he led, could she accept it? Her gaze moved to Sax, and I saw the truth that she couldn't hide.
"Fuck!" Moody scowled.
"I got him!" Sax said, aiming and firing. "Fuck, I think we just got their road captain, Blow."
Moody grunted. At first I thought it was in response to what Sax had said, but then I saw the thin line of blood running down from his shoulder to his elbow, and I realized that he'd been shot. I sucked in my breath. My gaze darted back up to his face. It was difficult to tell if he felt anything.
"It was Blow," Sax confirmed. "They'll cut and run now." He looked at Moody, and frowned. "You're hit, brother."
"Just a nick."
Eventually the shooting ceased, and the sound of thundering bikes gradually dimmed as the attacking MC rode away. I stood up, vaguely aware that Holly had followed suit, and made my way to Moody.
"Let me see." I began to reach for his cut and shirt with the intention of moving them out of my way when I found my wrist being grasped in mid-air.
I caught my breath, my heart pounding out of control with fear over how badly he’d been hurt. Our eyes locked, and what I saw in his caused me to freeze. I'd heard that an adrenaline spike caused different reactions in people, and it was clear that Moody was in the grip of something stronger than him.
I was vaguely aware of Sax and Holly talking in the background, their conversation low and intimate, and not including us.
"There's only one thing I need from you right now."
Without a word he pulled me from the room.
Chapter 18
Moody
Fighting, war, and especially killing had always left me with an inexplicable need to fuck when it was all over. Maybe it was the excess of adrenalin surging through my body, or the energy pulling my nerves taut. I wasn't sure what it was, and I didn't give a fuck. It was as if I were on a drug and it needed to run its course. I needed an outlet, and fucking usually took care of that, but when it didn't it at least calmed the monster inside of me. I could have grabbed a club whore, but Bailey had to put her worried eyes on me and that had sealed her fate. She should have stayed away from me.
She was wise to remain quiet because I wasn't in the mood to deal with her sass. I dragged her down the hallway toward the room that I sometimes stayed in, opened the door to make sure that it was empty, and then pulled her inside. I slammed the door and locked it, and then I turned to face her. She was so fucking gorgeous and so fucking innocent, and she didn't have a clue about the demons inside of me and what they wanted to do to her.
With a snarl, I pushed her up against the door that I'd just locked and slammed my mouth down on hers. I didn't care that I was being brutal. It was the only way I knew when the savage need to fuck consumed me. I swallowed her whimpers and the warm flavors in her mouth as I thrust my tongue against hers. I grabbed her tit and squeezed it, but it wasn't enough. I needed her soft, warm flesh in my hands. I found the hem of her shirt and moved my hand beneath it until I reached one firm globe.
She was turned on. She couldn't hide it. Her fucking nipple was hard as a diamond, tempting me to put my mouth on it. To bite it. Bailey moaned when I dragged my mouth away from hers, and I lowered my head enough to lock my mouth onto the tit that I'd been rubbing. I sucked her nipple hard, feeling her arch against me, and then I clamped my teeth down hard enough to cause her pain. My dick was pounding behind my zipper, demanding release, so fucking hard that it ached. I ground it against her and
lifted her leg and wrapped it over my hip so I could get closer to her hot cunt. Fuck, I needed inside her, before I lost control and really hurt her. When I couldn't take it any longer, I pulled my mouth away.
"Get those fucking pants off," I snapped, reaching for my belt.
Our eyes remained locked as she complied. There was no reluctance in her actions, which told me that she wanted this just as much as I did. The fear that I’d expected to see on her flushed face wasn't there. I brushed off the second of disappointment, because fear helped get me off. By the time Bailey's pants dropped to the ground I had my dick out. I dropped my eyes to her pussy, the swollen folds glistening with her cream. My desire to fuck her bare was so intense that I shook with it. I dug out a condom and quickly rolled it on, watching her tongue come out to run across her bottom lip.
I growled, reached for her arm, and swung her around to face the door. She arched her hips and thrust her ass out without being told to, and I took a moment to glance down at the white, fleshy moons. I still wanted to own that, but now wasn't the time. Not satisfied with her position, I grabbed her and jerked her hips out even more.
"Spread those fucking legs."
A soft sound escaped Bailey, giving me reason to pause. What the fuck? I hadn't expected to hear the soft sound of her laughter. With my dick in my hand I impaled her with one well-aimed thrust, groaning with pleasure at how fucking good it felt to sink into her wet folds and tight pussy. I heard her sharp hiss, but I didn't stop or give her body time to adjust to my invasion. I began to fuck Bailey hard against the door, pulling out and slamming back in as if I were possessed. Every little grunt that escaped her was fucking fuel to my madness.
"Moody—" she gasped, panting. "Too rough—" In spite of her complaint, she pushed back, meeting my thrusts. Her muscles clamped down on my dick, as if trying to hold it prisoner inside her body.
"Take it," I growled between my teeth, leaning in to put my mouth near her ear. I didn't let up my pace, knowing that the only way to release the violence blazing inside of me was to come, and to come hard. I sank my teeth into the side of her neck, relishing her cry.
Her pussy was made for my dick, fitting it perfectly, like the pieces of a puzzle. The heat of her wetness and the way that she closed around me felt like a tight sheath. I brought my hand around to her clit, finding the little nub hard as a pebble beneath its protective hood. Bailey let out a sharp gasp as I worked it mercilessly. Her little body quivered wildly.
"Put some cum on my dick, baby," I whispered into her ear, the changes in her body telling me that she was close. "I want to feel your body squeeze my dick when you fucking come."
"Oh, fuck!" she cried out.
She clamped down on my dick and then lost control. I fucked her through her orgasm, groaning when the heat of her cum surrounded me. I was close to release, but the monster inside me wanted to prolong the power that I yielded over Bailey. As she continued to whimper and convulse, I grabbed her by the hair, swung her away from the door and toward the bed. She cried out with surprise when I sat on the edge and forced her to ride me in a reverse cowgirl.
My hands came up to cup her tits, squeezing the mounds and pinching her nipples beneath the material of her shirt. I began to pound into her, ready to give in to the intense need to come that flowed through me. The new position allowed me to reach even deeper inside Bailey, until the head of my cock jabbed against a barrier that sent a pleasurable jolt through my body and drew a surprised intake of breath from her.
She began quivering again, and moving up and down my dick faster. Every time her sweet ass sank down onto my balls, I had to clench my teeth to keep from exploding. When I reached the point of no return I roared, squeezed her tits, and then bit down on her shoulder, shuddering roughly as I filled the condom with my seed. I wanted it to be her pussy, I wanted my cum inside her, but I knew that could never happen.
It wouldn't happen. I never fucked a woman bare. Even with a condom on, I rarely came inside a woman. I usually pulled out and just came inside the condom. But damned if the image of my cum inside Bailey's cunt appealed to me. I'd have to be careful around her. I'd already fucked her more times than I was comfortable with, and she wasn't anything like the usual women I went for. But fuck, the pleasure and relief that I felt with her equaled nothing I'd ever felt with another woman.
Breathing hard, Bailey sank back against me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her backwards with me as I lay back on the bed, panting. My dick slipped out of her slick heat and got trapped between her wet thighs.
"God, that was intense," she managed between breaths.
Fucking intense.
"I could go to sleep right now."
I heard the laziness in her voice and found myself grinning. I liked having her slight weight against me. The only thing that would have been better is if she'd been naked. I couldn't complain about the feel of her fleshy ass against me, though. But then realization hit me, and I thought, what the fuck am I doing? I didn't do this shit. It was too much like cuddling for my peace of mind. I rolled Bailey to the side and got up, going for my pants.
"Stay here as long as you like." I stepped into my jeans and yanked them up. "I'll come get you when it's time to leave."
"Where are you going?" She lay there with her eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face.
Had she forgotten about the shooting? I needed to get out there to see if they needed my help with anything. I knew there were casualties. Hell, I'd killed a couple of them myself. So there would be bodies to take care of.
I didn't feel like going into that with Bailey, though, and anyway, she was already half asleep.
"Not far," I finally answered. I stared down at her, watching the shallow rise and fall of her tits before she curled up on her side. I reached down for the cover and pulled it over her body. I couldn’t tell you why I did it; it just seemed like the right thing to do.
When I stepped outside the room, I bumped into Demon. He looked over my shoulder into the room before I shut the door, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. "I see you didn't waste any time chasing away the monsters."
I ignored him. "What's the damage?" We began walking down the hallway toward the bar.
He laughed. "Desert Rebels, zero, Devil's Soldiers, six."
Jesus that was a lot of dead men. "What the fuck were they after?" I frowned.
He scoffed. "Patches, brother. Their fucking president is a sick bastard. Every few months he sends in a group of new recruits here to shoot up the place, and whoever makes it home earns their patch in the club."
Demon stopped because I had. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "That's fucked up, brother." And then I remembered something Sax had said during the shootout. "Then what about their road captain, Blow? Sax was pretty sure he was hit."
He shrugged indifferently. "Yeah, he was, and that was on Blow. Tolbert always sends one of his officers on the run, but they're supposed to stay back and just observe, make sure the recruits are active and not just hiding out somewhere. Blow has always been a wildcard, even for the Devil's Soldiers."
I began walking again. "How big is his club?" We entered the bar, and it was quieter than I'd expected. Some of the windows had been shot out, though. There was broken glass all over the floor, and bottles and glasses on some of the tables had been shot up, too.
"Nothing to be worried about in a real fight."
"Hey, brother! You got some excitement today!" Killer called from his place at the bar. The old fuck had a woman grinding on his dick. She seemed to be working extra hard at it while he was casually drinking a beer and looking disinterested. "Getting damned tired of having to replace broken windows," he grumbled, looking my way when I joined him. "Sooner or later I'm going to have to go after the fuckers."
I wondered why he hadn't already, but I kept it to myself. It wasn't my business. "Going to head out soon."
"Need relief before you leave?"
Demon snorted, sitting on the other side of Killer
. "Already had his pussy, Prez. That sweet little thing that came in with him."
Killer's head swung back to me. "That so, brother?" He sniggered. "Thought she was a friend." His hands dropped to the woman's waist, helping her as she rode his dick. She was years too young for him, but that didn't matter to a club whore. She was there to service the men.
Demon burst out laughing. "Friend?" He laughed some more. "Can you see Moody with a woman friend?" He kept laughing. "He only has one use for women."
"Fuck you, brother." I fought a grin, because he was right, but I'd bite my fucking tongue off before admitting it.
"Jesus Christ, I'm getting' whiplash!" Killer complained, whipping his head back to me. "Demon, come sit over here on this side with Moody before I get fucking dizzy."
"It seems to be interfering with your dick," Cole quipped, joining us.
Killer grumbled with irritation and pushed the woman off his lap. "Get lost. Just ain't in the fucking mood." The woman scurried off without a word. "The only thing interfering with my dick is fucking medication," he surprised me by admitting. I could tell by Cole and Demon's expressions that this was news to them, too. Killer tucked his limp dick into his pants, looking at Cole. "How's it going out there?"
"Their cuts are being burned as we speak. Tooly and Riggs have loaded the bodies up to take them out into the desert. They’ll never be found."
Killer nodded, satisfied. "Good. It's a damned shame what Tolbert is making them prospects do to earn their patches. A couple of them boys looked like they were still in school."
"Well, Tolbert's missing a few screws," Cole said. "Someone needs to take him out."
"That's a fucking good idea," Demon agreed. "His boys want to be in a club. If they're worth anything we could patch them over. We can always use the extra numbers."
Killer ran his finger over his bottom lip as he contemplated Demon’s suggestion. It had been a damned good idea, and I was surprised that he hadn't thought of it himself. He slowly began to nod, smirking at Demon. "That's why you're my VP. Look into it first. Find out if they like how Tolbert is running shit, or if they’re just eager to belong to an MC."
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