Truck Stopped: Satan's Devils MC #11

by Manda Mellett

  “You didn’t try drugs?”

  “No. Being clean kept me sharp. Kept me from making bad decisions. I saw the results of what happened when you let your guard down.”

  “When you joined the Devils your life must have changed dramatically.” Now I know her background, I can understand it much better. What choice did she have?

  “It did. I could relax. Sleep with both eyes shut.” She gazes at me intently. “This wasn’t the life I hoped for, Truck. In my mind, growing up, I had the expectations most young girls do, that eventually I’d get married and have a husband and kids. But I don’t have many regrets, it turned out the best that it could. I like sex, why not admit it? And the Devils are mainly good men.”

  “Any of the Devils ever hurt you?” I ask casually, but my hand clenches under the table.

  “Not for a long time. Buster, he patched over from San Diego. When he tried to rape Sophie, I wasn’t surprised. He preferred women to be less willing. None of us liked him, he was too rough. But, hey, that was just one man.”

  Buster’s not around any longer. Thank fuck Wraith had taken care of him long before I’d come on the scene, because after hearing Allie mention him, I’d have had to step up myself. I hate the thought of any man hurting her. Hate that she was ever in a position of being unable to turn a man down. My fist uncurls and again I reach over the table. “We do this, Al? We get together? You’ve always got the choice, sweetheart. You’re not in the mood? All you have to do is tell me.”

  A quick grin comes onto her face. “Think I’ll always be in the mood with you, Truck.”

  “I lost my family in a house fire. Damn smoke alarms didn’t work. Both my parents died of smoke inhalation.” She’s given me her worst, I’ll share mine too. My history that I usually keep to myself.

  “Truck, that’s awful.” Her compassion is obvious.

  I shrug. “Long time ago now. Shouldn’t have happened. I’d been out for the night, staying with a school friend. That's part of the reason I became a firefighter when I left the Army. We spend time educating people on the importance of checking that their alarms are working.” Grimacing, I continue. “The loss of my parents will always be an open wound. I’d bunked at friends’ houses for the few months before I could join up. Seemed the best option I had at the time, and I don’t regret it. The Army hadn’t been easy on me, and at that time, I needed the discipline filled with anger as I was, due to the loss of my family.”

  I don’t like talking about myself. What man does? So I turn it back to her. “Mouse believes you’re dyslexic.”

  Her eyes open wide.

  “He hasn’t been spilling your secrets. I was just asking him why he was helping you with the applications. It sort of came up.”

  She shifts in embarrassment. “That’s why you read the menu?” she observes, but not accusingly. She looks sad, my gut twists.

  “Darlin’, whether you can read or not, doesn’t matter a damn.”

  “Mouse thinks that I am dyslexic. He was doing some stuff with his screen, changing colours of the font and backgrounds. Interesting stuff. Words jumped out of the page when he hit a good combination.”

  Yeah, that’s what Mouse had told me. Apparently tinted glasses in the right colour can be a great help if you’re dyslexic. Something I’d like to investigate further, if she’ll let me in to help.

  “We’ll look into it, babe. If you want to read, we’ll find a way that you can do it.” Time for me to step up and do something for her, rather than the other way around. I’m certain it’s not lack of ability, but something needs to help her brain click. It might be I’m more sympathetic now that I’ve learned how mental exercises and little adjustments can help me see with just the one eye.

  Our appetisers arrive, we dig into the delicious food and eat. When both plates are clean, I move onto a different subject.

  “You used to dream of having a family. You still want that?”

  After giving it a moment of thought, she offers, “I don’t know, Truck. I sort of got used to the idea I wouldn’t be in that position.” Her mouth turns up at the corners. “I’ve seen that babies are hard work.” Her smile disappears. “I’m not certain I’d want a baby, Truck. It’s not just raising a child and looking after them, think of what I’d be bringing a kid into. This world is fucked up, just look at what happened to me. Life is hard work, and I’m not sure I’d want to impose it one anyone else.”

  I can sympathise with her view.

  “What about you?”

  “Wife, maybe a kid or two in the mix.” I add quickly, “But it’s not a deal breaker.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Maybe a dog instead.”

  “No cat?”

  I shudder as I realise she wants an explanation for my strange announcement last night. “Definitely not. Sorry, Al. I’ll give you everything you want, but no cat.”

  “Why do you hate them so much?”

  As I explain, a shadow comes over her face, pain, for me. This time it’s her reaching for my hand, my left, not my right, her fingers gently stroking the stubby remainder of my missing digits. “To some people pets are like their children. Mean just as much. The woman who ran to save her cat put her life on the line for it. Oh, I know she put yours on it too, but she was driven to try to rescue it. I can’t imagine how she’d have felt if she knew she’d left it to burn to death.”

  “Lots of people lost their pets in that fire, Al. We had to concentrate on saving human life.”

  If someone had their beloved pet with them, we did what we could to keep them together, would never force them to leave it behind.

  But I can’t forget or forgive, that woman’s impulsive action had ruined my life.

  If she hadn’t, would I have ever seen Allie as a person, or always just as a sweet butt?

  “Okay,” she says seriously. “No cat. I can live with that.”

  I go for broke. “Can you live with me?”

  “You asking?” Her eyes widen.

  “Told you I want to claim you. Guess I’m asking if you want to be claimed.”

  Her voice goes low, husky. “If I say yes?”

  “Then I’ll take it to the table next time we have church. When I get my bike, want you on the back.”

  She’s quiet for so long, I start to doubt her answer is going to be to my liking. I’m thinking of arguments of how to convince her when, finally, she responds.

  “If I say yes, I want to make this clear. That night I felt something I’ve never felt before. Never felt for anyone else I’d been with, and never expected to find it again. It was special because if was you, Truck. That’s the reason I’ll claim you.” A wicked type of grin crosses her face, showing me this isn’t going to be a one-way relationship. I’m fine with that. “It’s not because I’m tired of being a sweet butt and want a way out. It’s you I want. I said I love you, and I mean that.” She pauses. “Total honesty?”

  I nod.

  “Being with the Satan’s Devils as a sweet butt wasn’t a chore. In fact, it was freaking amazing. I like sex, and plenty of it. I liked the variety. Never thought I’d find a man who could satisfy me all by himself, until you and I got together. Then I knew sex like that was all I wanted for the rest of my life. Because it wasn’t just a cock, it was you attached to it.

  “I kept working, I had to. But no one satisfied me like you had. It made me realise what I’d been missing all my life. That elusive emotion that comes with love making.” Another break, then her eyes fix on mine. “That’s the reason I’m saying yes. Because it’s you, no one else. I’ve no yearning to ride on anyone else’s bike.”

  Her honesty demands mine. “Darlin’, I’ve been around the block. I’m a firefighter. The uniform itself makes me everyone’s hero. Wearing a cut and riding a bike makes me a bad boy everyone wants. Never been hard for me to get panties dropping. Since you? I’ve not thought of anyone else. Sweet butts in the club do not get my motor revving. That’s only you. Guess we’re both ready to commit to each other.”

>   “I think I’d like to be claimed,” she whispers.

  I grin back. “I would too.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Allie…

  The meal, was delicious, I think, but couldn’t tell you what I ate. After our intense conversation, the heated expression on Truck’s face which I’m sure was reflected in mine, made it obvious that now we’d claimed each other verbally, the next step was to stake our physical claims too.

  That first night together before Truck had left for California, emotion had entered into a whore/biker union which had come as a surprise. Something I’d recognised even then, but tried at the time to keep hidden, bikers didn’t want sweet butts sinking their claws into them. One whiff that a girl had developed feelings, and it would result in the biker never coming back for a repeat. That’s what had been in my head the next morning.

  Until, as days passed, I realised what had been turned on, couldn’t be turned off.

  I’d been the first sweet butt Truck had gone with. He hadn’t known what to expect, whether the all that I’d given to him, was what I’d given to everybody. But with all the rest, I’d kept that part of me to myself.

  Tonight there’s no need to hide our feelings.

  I giggle as he places his key in his door. “Was that Hound or Roadkill that drove us back from Tucson?”

  His dark eye flares. “No fuckin’ idea babe. Could have been Drummer himself for all the notice I took of who was driving. Now come here.” He kicks the door shut behind him, and wastes no time pulling me into his arms. “Been too fuckin’ long since I’ve held you.”

  I know the men here. Know the ones who want me to get naked immediately. Know those who prefer to undress me themselves. Know how to put on an act and pretend I’m into it.

  Now I’m as nervous as a virgin, not knowing what to do with my hands, whether his urgent desire means he wants me to strip so he can sink into me.

  “Relax, babe,” he repeats the words he used to calm me at the start of our date. “We’ll find our way, together.” His hands are rubbing up and down my arms, a gentle touch which is soothing. “Right now, I just want to feel that mouth.”

  Yes! The act which makes this so different. As I raise my face and our lips meet, despite we’re both already turned on and anticipating the main event, I notice how soft his mouth feels against mine, and how careful he’s being to make this sensual, not demanding.

  I trace his outline with my tongue, taking the time to learn him, knowing that our declarations of claiming mean, unless I fuck this up, I’ll have a whole lifetime with my man. Neither of us are virgins, both have a large body count behind us, but now we’ve left that all behind and have chosen each other.

  We don’t need to run through our whole repertoire in one night. We don’t have to repeat the past, together we’ll discover new ways of love making.

  His mouth continues to press against mine, our tongues meet and slide gently together. He raises one hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek, that simple touch sending shivers down my whole body, making every nerve ending come alive. I’m breathing him in, his essence of biker, but it’s different. The bodywash, after shave, I don’t know what it is, but it mingles with the leather of his cut and makes it unique.

  Raising my hand, I touch his smooth, bald head, freshly shaved tonight. As if my slight touch affects him in the same way, I feel him shudder, and hear the groan which comes from his throat.

  Slowly, very slowly, his tongue retreats from my mouth, and then our lips part. Raising his head slightly, he plants a soft kiss on each of my temples, then moves his lips down my cheek. As my head falls back, an unsummoned moan leaves my mouth as his mouth meets the pulse point on the side of my neck.

  The effect isn’t lost on him, he sucks gently. Mark me, Truck. Make me yours.

  As if he’s heard my unspoken request, he sucks sharply, enough of a bite to make me gasp, then his tongue soothes the spot. He’ll have left evidence to be seen in the morning.

  “Gonna mark you all over,” he rasps directly against my ear, making my body tremble again. “Everywhere.”

  His promise sends a zing of electricity right down my body, and my clit starts to throb with need.

  His hands move around me, a slight touch on my back, and my dress falls open, and down around my hips.

  “Step out of it, Allie. Let me see you.”

  I do, then see that flare of desire in his eyes as he stares at my matching red underwear set.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful Allie. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

  Men have complimented me before, but never have I wanted to believe it so intently as I do this moment. But one look at his face and all doubts flee.

  “My turn,” I tell him, my hands going to his cut. He leaves me as he stands and allows me to remove the leather off his shoulders.

  A biker’s cut comes second only to his bike, so I treat it carefully, folding it, then stepping away to place it over a chair. While I’ve been gone, he hasn’t wasted a second, stripping off his tee and leaving his chest bare.

  His eye are closed, his head back, and his fists are clenched at his sides.

  That day in the shower I hadn’t catalogued all his injuries, my aim then only to show those on his face and his missing eye weren’t going to deter me. Now I see the scars in all their horrific glory, and my heart bleeds for him.

  Less reddened than when I’d last seem them, but still looking angry. I move closer, and put my mouth on the first one, tracing it down from his shoulder to his hip.

  “I’m not pretty,” he tells me, his voice gruff and strained.

  I take my mouth off him, but leave my hand touching his skin. “No wonder you hate cats.”

  I glance up, and see his mouth twitching. Then, suddenly, I’m hauled to my feet and thrown onto the bed.

  “Only you, Al. Only you.”

  I take it he means no one else would have mentioned the cat at that moment, or maybe be brave enough to remind him how he got hurt. But whether it was animal or human he saved, I know I’ve got a hero with me in the room tonight.

  He stands, staring at me. “How did I get so goddamn lucky?” A rhetorical question.

  “I think you’re overdressed.”

  “Huh?” A sheepish grin, then he undoes his zip taking his time and circling his hips. I realise he’s doing his best at a sexy striptease.

  It’s working. A grin covers my face in appreciation, and my tongue licks my lips. Christ, I like what I see.

  He takes his time, bending to take off his boots, then sliding his jeans down slowly.

  Boxer briefs. Tight fitting. I like.

  In a sudden movement he has his briefs off, and is twirling them around on one finger. As I laugh, he makes his now exposed and very impressive cock circle by another rotation of his hips.

  “You were wasted as a firefighter,” I tell him, chuckling. “Ever thought of auditioning at the Angels?” As I mention the strip club owned by the Satan’s Devils, he barks a laugh. I have a fit of giggles at the expression on his face.

  “You think my cock’s a laughing matter?” He growls warningly as he takes the one step needed to bring him to the end of the bed. “I’m going to wipe that smile right off your face, babe. Soon you’re going to be screaming for mercy instead.”

  I wave my hand dismissively as though bored. “You think, big man?”

  As he roars, “I don’t think, I fuckin’ know,” he launches himself onto the bed.

  In a move I didn’t expect, his large hands tug into the sides of my flimsy panties and he rips them right off. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he tells me, completely unapologetically. “I’ll get a dozen. They won’t last very long.”

  The threat does nothing to worry me.

  He takes total control of my body, and I make no move to stop him as he bends my legs at the knees, and in one motion pushes my feet towards my ass and pulls my thighs apart. Then he sits back, his eyes open wide.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful.
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  “You gonna just look, or what?”

  I feel a sting on my ass cheek. The light smack doing nothing but make me giggle again. What would it be like to be laid over his lap and those big hands spanking me? While I’ve never been into that before, the thought of letting Truck manhandle me makes me wetter than I already was.

  “Love you bare. You gonna keep it that way for me?”

  “Uh huh.” He’s already lowered his head while he was speaking, and the anticipation is making it hard to think of words.

  “Fuck, I’m hungry. I’m ready for another dessert.”

  Oh. My. God. Truck’s got such a talented tongue. He uses hands, mouth and even his teeth as he starts to devour me. Now I’m not giggling, I’m writhing, screaming, clutching the sheet either side with both hands. I’m a mass of sensation and feeling, unable to do anything but hang on for the ride.

  His tongue thrusts inside me, then he licks up to my clit, and circles it lightly making me push my hips up into his face. His fingers fill the vacancy inside me, curling around to find the spot that has me tensing and reaching, reaching for something that I can’t quite get. He’s playing with me, taking his time for his own enjoyment, getting me so close then backing off. When he eventually decides to have mercy on me, I’m not sure I’ll survive reaching the peak.

  He’s learning my body, learning which touch has me crying out and tensing.

  Now he’s at the point where he’s had enough, and it’s all business as he unerringly returns to the places I most want him, a double assault on my g-spot and clit.

  “God! God! Godgodgodgodgodgod!” I scream as I go over, my torso coming up off the bed as he relentlessly draws out my orgasm, then I crash back down again, utterly spent.