Devil Dick (BRRMC Roadhouse Tales Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  “I didn’t,” I tell him honestly. “We both knew what it was. What this is…”

  “And what is this?” he holds my face so I can’t look away.

  I squeeze my eyes shut. “Another mistake,” I breathe the words out though they feel like the shards of glass cutting my heart into tatters.

  “That what you want, Camreigh? Want me to fuck you and never look back?”

  “Yes,” I hiss, and he jerks away. I think he is about to rush out the door and never look back, but he turns back and kisses me again.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  I don’t say anything. I grab his hands, avoiding the shattered glass, and tug him down the hall to my new bedroom. I find the box with my bedding in it and throw down a sheet on the mattress. Sawyer chuckles at me but his humor soon turns to desire.

  I know we shouldn’t do this again, but I want him. Watching him flex his tattooed muscles all damn day was pure torture. I can’t escape my attraction to this man. I push his leather cut down his arms and he lays it on the top of my dresser.

  “You eager, baby doll?” he grins and lifts my shirt over my head. We’re both dirty and grimy from cleaning and moving my stuff but I don’t care. My body is humming with desire like an electric current is flowing through my veins. The way I feel when he touches me is enough to drive any person crazy. Like nothing else matters and the rest of the world melts away and I fade into him. “Take off all these clothes. Let me see you.”

  I should be afraid that he will be able to tell that my body is changing. My breasts are larger, my stomach rounder. A knock at the apartment door makes me freeze. I forgot all about the pizza delivery I ordered.

  “You expecting company?”

  “I ordered pizza.”

  “I’ll handle it. When I come back, I want you naked and waiting for me.”

  My teeth dig into my bottom lip, and I cover my face with my hands the moment he leaves the room.

  What the hell am I doing? This is nuts. Certifiable. The last time the guy knocked me up. At least there is now worry of that happening again, but I feel guilty for keeping the truth from him.

  I should tell him to go but I don’t. I slide my denim down my legs and do just as he said. I strip down to nothing and get on the bed.

  I can hear him paying for the pizza and my belly growls. The scent of grease, cheese, and pepperoni filters down the hall. I am freaking starving. I’m debating throwing a shirt on and going for the food instead but then Sawyer returns to me and my hunger for him wins out.

  He towers over the bed looking lethal but so damn sexy as he strips before me. The last time we were together it was dark and fast. This time though the light is on and he’s everything I imagined underneath his clothes and in the dark and more. He’s ripped but not overly muscular. Tall but lean. Covered in ink I could spend hours trying to explore his tattoos. There’s a lion’s head on chest in big bold colors that looks ready to devour me. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful to look at. And for the night he’s all mine.

  Taking his hand, I pull him closer to the bed, closer to me. He stares at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. This time feels different. Slower. The man is no hurry to get busy. Those green eyes admire my naked form with raw hunger. Sawyer drops to the bed on his knees, his thick erection on display. I wrap my hand around him the best I can but he’s so big. Larger than I remember.

  He touches my face and dips his head down to capture my lips. The kiss is in slow motion almost as he tastes my mouth. Our tongues collide moving at a leisurely pace, we take our time exploring the depths of one another. Those rough but skilled fingers slide up and down my arms biting into my skin with possession. His kisses move down my neck and to my breasts. He bypasses my nipples and presses me down to the bed and goes straight for the heart of my desire.

  Snaking his tongue between my thighs he French kisses my clit. My mouth parts and my eyes go back in my head as I let out a moan of ecstasy. He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild. An arm moves underneath me raising my hips to meet his mouth as a finger glides inside me. The combination of his tongue and finger is erotic. I tilt my head up to look at him and commit the image to memory, threading my fingers through his dark hair and giving it a tug. I want more, harder, faster. As if he knows he denies me, keeping things at his pace, not wanting me to get off just yet.

  My biker smirks up at me through hooded eyes. He smacks my clit and growls at me, “Only way you’re cumming is on my cock, baby doll.” The action isn’t painful, but it stings.

  Sliding up the bed, next to me he rolls me to my side to enter me from behind. Our bodies fit together well considering our difference in height. The feel of him behind me is out of this world. If tomorrow never came I could die happy right here in his arms. In slow sweet strokes the man worships my body with his cock.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were making love, but this isn’t love, it’s lust. Two strangers seeking something they can’t find anywhere but in one another’s arms.

  Chapter 6

  ~Sawyer~

  I roll into the Roadhouse for choir with a smile on my face. As I take my seat at the table everyone is looking at me funny including Rebel, my Prez. “So glad you could join us, sunshine,” he grits. I just smile in return as he gives me the evil eye stroking his blond beard with streaks of silver in it.

  So maybe I’m late. I was wrapped up in that damn good pussy of Camreigh’s. Didn’t hear my phone buzzing from the pocket of my jeans on her bedroom floor. I was busy getting head in her shower after we woke up. She told me it wouldn’t happen again. I call bullshit. Little minx is addicted to my dick. I ate her pussy and fucked her hard over the kitchen counter before I finally left.

  Our VP, Striker leans over and sniffs at me. He starts laughing. “Fucker smells like pussy.”

  “Got a new bitch you’re hiding from the rest of us?” Viper calls out from his seat across at the end of the table.

  “He’s tapping Cooter’s niece,” Vegas rats me out and Prez shakes his head. Assholes.

  “Try not to get this one pregnant,” Romeo says with a chuckle leaning against the wall. He’s our former VP, and father of Striker. He doesn’t actively ride anymore but on occasion him and Grim, the former Prez, sit in on choir. Two hateful old fucks but none of us would be sitting here without them. It’s not even ten in the morning and they are already drinking moonshine and smoking a blunt. The crazy old geezers make the rest of us look like pansy asses.

  I ignore Romeo’s jab. I get shit because I knocked up a clubwhore, Marissa. A real crazy cunt. We share custody of our daughter, Thea. Though I keep her most the time. Marissa likes to party too damn much, but I gotta say when she runs off, she always drops my baby girl off with me or the club first.

  My brothers settle down and choir gets started. Prez is sending a few of us down to Texas where his son, Abel is having some issues with the cartel threatening his wife’s safety. I should be riding down but Prez is decent about shit with my daughter needing me so much. She’s only three, and I can’t stand being out on the road too long.

  Last time I had to go on a run, Chelle, Prez’s wife kept her for me. I was gone a week. Thea cried for me day and night so hard, Prez said he’d never put the kid through that again. Trucker, ATL, and Snoop are leaving out in the morning. The meeting is adjourned, and I go by Marissa’s to pick up Thea in my truck, leaving my bike at my trailer. I’ve been fixing the place up, remodeling shit to make it more childproof. I want Thea to live with me. I doubt Marissa will fight me on it once I get the place done. She’s not a bad mom, but she’s too damn selfish, and I end up with our kid ninety percent of the time.

  Kid is tall like me and able to ride in a booster seat. She looks more like she is four, but the doctor say she is fine. She’s got the chunkiest rosy colored cheeks, my dark hair, and green eyes.

  When she sees me through the glass of the screen door knocking her face lights up and SHE slides down off the couch
. “Daddeee,” she squeals, running to the door as fast as her legs will go. She topples over her blocks but pops right back up.

  I hear Marissa stomping through the house to come unlock the door. She’s got a beer in her hand and a cigarette dangling from her bottom lip. I look at the time. What the fuck? It’s not even noon. I don’t want to yell at her in front of Thea, but I’m fucking pissed. I was under the impression she never smokes in the house around Thea or drinks while she is watching her. It’s part of our arrangement.

  “Hey, Saw.” Marissa leers at me. She’s wearing a low-cut tank top and no bra. I used to think she was gorgeous when we first met but the cunt has let herself go, and I am starting to wonder if she takes as good of care of Thea when she has her as I thought. Thick black eyeliner and mascara is smudged around her eyes and old foundation is caked to her forehead.

  “You got her bag ready for me?” I bend down and scoop my girl into my arms. Her arms go around my neck and she holds onto me so tight as though she is sacred to let me go. “Hey, sweetheart. Daddy and you are going to spend the day together. Just you and me,” I whisper into her hair and it smells like spoiled milk. I will kill Marissa if I find out she hasn’t been taking good care of Thea.

  “You in a hurry?” She turns her back to me after I walk in. Her ass cheeks are hanging out of her shorts dimpled with cellulite, and I can see teeth marks where someone has bitten her butt. I don’t give a fuck what she does when Thea isn’t around, but I don’t want that shit on display in front of my kid.

  “I got shit to do.”

  “You used to like to do me.” She laughs and puffs on her cigarette. Ashes fall to the carpet and she doesn’t even notice. I haven’t touched her in a year. When she told me that she was pregnant I wasn’t even sure if the kid was mine. Figured she was a cut chasing slut looking for a brother to latch onto but nine months and a DNA test later I found out Thea was mine. I tried to be with Marissa, and it lasted about a month. Neither of us were ready for a serious relationship but we continued to fuck until I wasn’t feeling it anymore. We both agreed that we would never work as a couple. Hell, she was seeing someone when I put a stop to shit between us.

  “Are you drunk?”

  “Only a little.” She giggles, and I want to slap her sober.

  “Well, I don’t know when I’ll be bringing Thea back.” The further I get into the house I grow angrier. The dishes are piled up in the kitchen and some plates have black fuzzy mold on them. What the hell is going on with her? Shit has never been this bad. Marissa has always been a bit messy but never to this extreme. The house wasn’t like this two weeks ago. Is this why she has been bringing Thea to the Roadhouse instead of letting me pick her up? This shit isn’t going to fly with me.

  “Oh, yeah? I guess that’s fine. She’d rather be with you.” She shrugs and I ball my fist.

  I’m about ready to give her hell but remind myself that Thea is in my arms. I walk through the house stepping past piles of dirty laundry. I take Thea to her room and tell her stay put. I close the door behind me. At least her room seems clean. Just messy with toys on the floor. I go back to the kitchen to have a word with Marissa.

  “What’s going on?” I grit through my teeth at her. She’s sitting at the kitchen table with her legs pulled up, head resting on her knees, running her fingers through her blue dyed tangles.

  “Don’t ride my ass, Saw. I’m doing the best I can. I lost my job and things have been rough.”

  I squat down in front of her and turn her chair toward me. “Why didn’t you say something? I give you money to pay the bills.” I look over and see the stack of unopened mail. A big red disconnect notice for the electric sits on top. I pop up as she lights another cigarette. I open the bill. What the fuck? She’s three months behind and missed her payment that was due yesterday to keep them from shutting off the service. The bill is nearly a thousand dollars. I crumple the notice in my hand and stalk back to Marissa. “What the hell is this? I pay you more than enough to keep the bills up here.”

  She rolls her eyes and I grab her. That’s when I see the goddamn needle marks in her arms.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re shooting up?”

  “It’s not that big a deal.” She puffs harder on her cigarette.

  “You need help. I can get you into treatment, but you have to want it.” I don’t have any love for Marissa, but she is Thea’s mother. I’ll help her any way that I can, but she has to do the work to get better. I don’t want my kid growing up without a mother, but shit isn’t looking good.

  A loud knock sounds at the front door. “You got my money?” I hear a male voice call out then bang harder.

  “Who the fuck is that, Marissa?” I shake her as rage boils under my skin.

  “Some guy I owe money.” Her eyes roll back in her head and she slumps over.

  “Goddamn,” I roar and bang my fist down on the kitchen table as the guy knocks on the door again.

  “I know you’re in there. I need my money, cunt.”

  I stomp toward the front door and the guy shrinks back when I throw it open. I toss a wad of cash at him. “Get lost. Don’t ever fucking come back or I’ll gut you,” I warn.

  He scrambles to grab the money and nearly falls as he runs off the porch.

  I grab the cordless phone off the counter, but it’s already been shut off. Goddamn bitch. I pull out my cell and dial 911. Then I walk into the bedroom and grab Thea and put her in the car seat in my truck.

  I’m done with Marissa.

  Unless she gets the help that she desperately needs she’ll never see Thea again.

  Chapter 7

  ~Camreigh~

  It’s been two weeks since I moved to Drag Creek over my Aunt Char’s bakery. Two weeks since I last laid eyes on Sawyer. I told him that I didn’t want to see him again so why am I annoyed that he hasn’t came around? He gave me what I wanted. A night of mind-blowing sex followed by more the next morning. I shouldn’t feel perturbed and rejected but I do. I don’t know what I expected. After I found out I was pregnant I resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be in the picture. I didn’t even know his name, but now I do. Am I crazy for wanting to see him again? For expecting to see him.

  I move through my morning routine and take my vitamins after I have breakfast. Working downstairs at the bakery is going to have me gaining fifty pounds and having gestational diabetes. I don’t know if that’s how it works but it is so hard to resist taste testing all the cakes, cookies, brownies, and pies. I suck at decorating cakes, so I am glad that Char only wants me working the register. She says I will learn how to do the cakes in time. I don’t have the coordination or patience.

  I get to the store first since I live upstairs and go through the motions getting everything ready. I uncover the displays and check the dates, making sure nothing needs thrown out. Char and her helper will get here in an hour to start on their new orders. I go over the sheet and make sure they have all the ingredients and supplies they will need. Getting all the prep work out of the way. I never thought I would be working in a bakery, but I do enjoy getting to spend time with Char and it is convenient living upstairs for now.

  Char arrives first and I smile at the tubby little woman. She’s short and round and always happy. The woman sees the best in every situation and refuses to let me feel sorry for myself. She doesn’t know all the details of my pregnancy exactly. I left out that the guy was a biker, but she knows it was a one-night stand. She doesn’t judge me for it. When I told her she said, “Cami girl, that’s life. These things happen, but all babies no matter how they come to be are a blessing. Motherhood is the greatest gift outside of the love of a good man you will ever get. Not that women need a baby to be happy, but this is a good thing. Don’t be sad about it. Life has a way of working out.”

  “How’s my baby this morning.” She places a hand on my belly even though it’s not that big and you can’t feel the baby moving yet. I appreciate how excited she is for my baby. It’s the closest
she will ever get to a grandchild. Uncle Cooter hasn’t said much but he is a man of little words. He says Char talks enough for both of them. I tend to agree the woman does love to talk.

  She stays in the back and I am in the front waiting for customers to come in to pick up their orders or place new ones. I take a few orders over the phone and when the door opens and Tina walks in, I nearly scream. I wasn’t expecting her to be here.

  “What are you doing here?” I step from behind the register and hug her neck.

  “I missed my bestie. Now that you live an hour away, I don’t get to see you every day.”

  “Want a cupcake?”

  “Duh.” She smiles and I am happy she is here. I love being around my Aunt Char, but I don’t have anyone else outside of her and Cooter in this town. Sure my baby daddy lives around here but he doesn’t exactly count. Him not being around again this week further proves that I did the right thing in not telling him. I mean he doesn’t owe me anything, but it still bothers me.

  I go to the display case and get two cupcakes one for Tina and one for myself.

  “Char, I’m taking a break,” I call to the back and she doesn’t reply.

  Tina and I go over to one of the tables for cake tasting and she fills me in on the latest with her and Matt. I suspect that is why she is really here. There is trouble in paradise. “So, I did it. I told Matt that I wanted more. He never touches me, and you were right, I want to be with someone who wants to be with me. I want a man who can’t keep his hands off me.”

  “Aw, babe. You deserve so much better than that.”

  “I do. I gave him an ultimatum,” she says, quietly. My best friend looks so sad, and I hate it for her but she’s doing the best thing here. Matt is a nice guy but he’s not the one for her.