Amy's Santa: Satan's Devils MC Second Generation #1

by Manda Mellett

  “Nah, ain’t anyone here but us babe. And do you think I’d give a damn about that? This is us, no kind of competition. I seem to have been waiting for you forever, now I have you, I want you in every possible way that I can.”

  I feel the same about him, so my reply comes easily, “Yes. Take me bare.”

  No one’s ever fucked me without a condom before, not even Flint. Whether or not it’s my imagination, it feels different, a heat that I’ve never felt before.

  There might not have been foreplay, but I’m more than ready for him. As he pushes inside, he groans then warns me, “I’m going to fuck my old lady now.”

  He does. His powerful thrust shoves me up the bed. I use my hands against the headboard to steady myself, which allows me to push back, meeting him and being an active partner. The thought that I might conceive as a result of this coupling is raising my arousal, bringing me close before even I expect it. He applies just enough pressure to my clit, and I scream as my muscles pulsate.

  “I’m going to come, babe. Say the word and I’ll pull out.”

  “Put your baby in me,” I cry. “Please, Drew,” I beg.

  If I thought he’d been giving me all he’s got, I was wrong as he starts hammering in. His power, his movement, his complete control over me has me coming again as he roars, and shouts, “Take it, take all of it.”

  Is it really possible to feel cum spurting out of his dick? I’m certain I can feel it as he floods my pussy. He stays inside, leaning over my back, as though keeping his cum in me as long as possible will maximise the chances of success.

  Drew, me, and a possible baby. I grin as wide as a Cheshire Cat.

  “Drew?”

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “I’m not sure it worked. Can we do that again?”

  “Sure can, babe,” he replies, and I hear the smile in his voice. He pulls out and turns me, I notice his cock is still semi-hard, or maybe thickening again. He stares down at me. “Do you trust me, babe?”

  “Of course, I do.”

  He leans over to the bedside table and opens a drawer. He pulls something out and shows it to me. “I mean, do you trust me?”

  My heart rate speeds up as I see the fur-lined handcuffs he’s holding. I swallow hard, trying to tamp down the wave of panic which floods through me. Drew frowns, his face tightens, but I know it’s not because of me.

  Suddenly I’m angry. Furious at what Flint took away from me. I take a deep breath then say, “Drew, I’m scared, but I trust you. I want to try this.”

  “You sure?”

  I make myself remember how much of a turn on it is to give a man total control. The pleasure that’s within my grasp if I can be brave.

  “I’m sure.”

  “One word,” he reminds me as he lays a key down within easy reach. “All it takes is one word.”

  For an answer I hold out my right hand, unsuccessfully trying to still the shaking. Drew takes it in his and cuffs it to the headboard. Then I hold out my left, and he does the same there. I test the restraints; the handcuffs rattle but are very secure.

  “Close your eyes, Amy.” The tone he uses makes my lids fall automatically.

  I hear a sound as though he’s fumbling in that drawer again. Only seconds later I feel something caressing my skin which feels like fur. It moves so softly over my nipples I can feel them hardening, I arch up into the touch when it changes… to a rough feeling, like I’m being scratched by claws. My body sinks back into the bed to avoid it.

  Then as quickly as that started, the touch becomes gentle again.

  Oh God. Now something’s tickling me. I tense again as something feather like trails down my body.

  He continues, I don’t know which he’ll be using as he mixes it up, one thing than another. I try to keep up with the sensations, my body feeling more alive than it has for months. I start to clench my thighs together as my arousal increases. I’m going crazy. I want him.

  As he keeps his sensuous torture going, I start to become desperate.

  “Fuck me, Drew.”

  He chuckles and I hear something hit the floor. Then he’s pushing my thighs apart, and then, he’s there. Right where I want him.

  This isn’t fucking, this is making love. He’s not rough, his pace slow and deliberate. I open my eyes to see him staring down intently.

  “Love you to the moon and all the way back,” he tells me, the intensity of his words matching the concentration in his eyes.

  “I want to touch you.”

  Immediately after the words are out of my mouth, he’s leaning to pick up the key, and two snicks tell me I’m free.

  I pull his head down and he obliges me with his lips, our kiss deep, but gentle. And all the time his cock is moving slowly in and out of my body.

  “Drew, oh God, Drew, I can’t…”

  “Don’t hold back babe. Come for me.”

  I do, bowing forward and clasping him tightly. I feel him stop breathing, then take in a deep breath of air, then he loses rhythm and lets go with a deep groan.

  “I can’t describe how much I love you, Drew. I knew I was coming home, but home’s not the compound. Home is you.”

  Another kiss, then he pulls out and rolls over. “Fuck, Amy. The feeling of coming inside you with nothing between us, I can’t describe how it felt. One thing’s for fuckin’ certain. I’m not sure six kids will be enough, because you’re either going to be pregnant or we’re going to be trying.”

  “Drew!” I punch his arm lightly, chuffed he’s remembered my childhood conversations about the number of children I once wanted.

  “Come here.” He pulls me into his arms and wraps them around me.

  I relax against him, feeling completely safe and secure. Feeling, as I told him, that at last I’m home.

  I allow him a moment before I say, “Drew, I’m hungry.”

  “Best get my woman fed then.”

  Night has fallen, stars pepper the sky as we walk back down to the clubhouse. As I breathe in the fresh air, tinged with a hint of pine blown down from the tree-covered mountains, it hits me again. I’m home. At last, I’ve come home.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Amy

  Flopping back on the chair I wipe my hand over my face. “I thought I was going to have some time to just chill and relax while I was taking a break between jobs. Didn’t expect to be caught up in a whirlwind of wedding arrangements.” I mock glare at Olivia.

  I’ve been back three weeks. Three glorious weeks during which I’ve only confirmed what I thought all along, how wonderful it was going to be living with Drew and being his old lady. Of course it’s not all clear sailing. Learning to live with a man means putting up with his little quirks, or at least, trying to address them. While he treats his cut with the reverence it deserves, and that’s always placed carefully over the back of the chair, used towels are allowed to drop where they fall, and yesterday’s clothes don’t seem able to find their way to the hamper.

  I, on the other hand, am a neat freak, and the sight of someone’s dirty socks littering the floor annoys me. The first few times it happened, I found myself cleaning up after my man, then I decided to stop tiptoeing around him, and had asked him whether he wanted a housekeeper or a wife? I may have threatened if it was a housekeeper he preferred, then keeping his dick satisfied wouldn’t be part of the job.

  I grin as I remember the shocked look on his face, then the glance around as if he hadn’t noticed how slovenly he was.

  “Babe,” he’d said. “Prospects come tidy that shit up.”

  “Not anymore,” I’d reminded him. Nathan bursting in once at an inappropriate moment had been enough. “You’re not a single man any longer.”

  Well, since our talk he has been trying. Luckily. It would be very hard to carry out my threat.

  On his part, my tidiness means some of his shit goes missing as I put it away in places he doesn’t expect. He doesn’t get cross, just frustrated as he tries to work out the logic of how I like things stored.<
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  So far, despite our differences, there hasn’t been one cross word between us. I’m falling deeper in love with him every day. And the sex? Not disappointing or boring in any way. Just last night…

  A clearing of a throat makes me open my eyes to see Olivia grinning. “I don’t want to know what you’re thinking about, do I? I guess it’s got nothing to do with weddings. Or at least, not the ceremony itself.”

  My cheeks burn as I give myself away. I sit forward. “So where are we up to?”

  Ollie chuckles, but allows the diversion. “Had a response from San Diego. Lost, Dart, Alex and Tyler are definite yeses, along with Pennywise, Niran and Salem. Oh, and Scribe—remember he replaced Grumbler as the sergeant-at-arms last year?”

  My brow creases. I hadn’t known, can’t even remember meeting the man, but then, I’ve been away for many years. “He retire?”

  “Yes,” she nods. “Ill-health.”

  “It will be good to see Tyler.” I smile. I have a vague memory of him having seizures in the clubhouse as he had a serious condition as a child. It wasn’t until I was older and I was studying nursing I’d understood that he’d suffered from sickle cell disease. Alex and he had moved to San Diego where Tyler was able to have a successful bone marrow transplant. He’s a patched member in the California club now.

  “Colorado’s turning out in force. Pal, Jayden and their brood are coming of course, Ella and Faith, Beef and Steph. Demon, Violet and all the kids. I think four other members said yes. Oh, and Hellfire and Moira.”

  Hellfire must be close to eighty now, but he’s still riding, or just enough so he can stay a member of the club. I suspect he’ll fly down to attend the wedding.

  “Utah?”

  She consults her notes. “No response yet. And none from Vegas but I don’t doubt they’ll be showing.”

  “Martha wants to know numbers for catering as soon as possible. But she’s happy enough with the menu we want.”

  “She is coming herself, isn’t she?”

  I raise and dip my head. “She’s getting some temporary staff in.”

  Both of us wanted our wedding meal to be catered for by the Wheel Inn, the restaurant the club has run for thirty or so years. Martha’s worked there for all that time, though she must be nearing seventy, she doesn’t want to retire. She was promoted to manager when Sandy, Bullet’s old lady, stepped down.

  “Mind if I interrupt?” The speaker obviously takes it for granted we won’t, as he draws up a chair, turns it around and sits with his arms folded over the back.

  “We were busy,” Olivia points out to him.

  Lady waves his hand dismissively. “Planning your weddings. That’s what I wanted to speak to you about.”

  Olivia sighs and puts down her tablet. “What do you want to say?”

  He nods at her tablet. “You’ve not given yourself long to get everything sorted.”

  “Like we don’t know that, Lady.” I roll my eyes. “But we’re getting there. We’ll go to City Hall, then have the reception at Satan’s Angels.” Using the strip club isn’t ideal, but all other venues are booked, or reluctant to host bikers. I’d overheard Blade wondering if Dart’s old lady Alex could still weave her way around a pole, but Wizard had clipped him around the head and told him he’d be wise not to make that suggestion to her in person.

  “Why not hold it here?” Lady suggests. “There’s a lot of food to be transported, the kitchen here has recently had a makeover with all new shit. Martha can bring stuff ready-made and reheat it if necessary, or do it from scratch here.”

  “That was our first idea,” I speak patiently as though to a child. “But the clubhouse couldn’t accommodate everyone we expect.” I’d been tempted to use that as an excuse to limit the numbers of attendees, but Drew had shot me down. To deny anyone who wanted to see their national prez tie the knot would be highly disrespectful.

  Lady’s not perturbed. “It’s going to be mid-March.” It is. Ollie didn’t want to wait until she was more than three months pregnant, not wanting to waddle up the aisle. If she is showing, her bump will only be small, and she’ll still be able to fit into a shapely dress. The thought makes me place my hand on my stomach, wondering if I’m pregnant as yet. It certainly wouldn’t be for lack of trying.

  “We’re aware of the time of year,” Ollie starts, with a look and a miniscule shake of her head in my direction.

  I interpret it as we’ve got a lot to do, and Lady is being distracting.

  “Weather is more likely to be sunny than not, rain extremely unlikely, and temperatures will be in the seventies at least.” Lady waves his arm in the general direction of the window. “Get some more picnic tables and have it out back.”

  I bang my palm against my forehead. We’d been so focused on finding an indoor venue, the idea of holding it outside hadn’t occurred to us. Sounds stupid, but there it is. I raise my eyebrows toward Olivia who’s looking thoughtful. “That could work, if Wizard agrees.”

  “But what would we do about an officiant?” I ask. “Wizard doesn’t like strangers coming onto the compound, and anyone qualified might not want to be part of a biker wedding.”

  Lady’s grin splits his face. He places his chin on his arms and enlightens us. “That’s where I come in.”

  “You? You know someone who’d do it?”

  His grin widens. “Yeah. You could say that.”

  “Who?” Ollie asks fast.

  He keeps us waiting for a moment, then can’t keep quiet anymore. “Me.”

  “You?” My eyes narrow.

  “Been looking into it. Can get ordained and all the proper paperwork fast.”

  “But you’re not religious? How the hell can you get ordained as a minister?”

  Lady chuckles. “There’s an organisation that supports any and all religions. Doesn’t matter which deity or whether it’s one or a number. All you need to do is say you follow some such creed or other, and they’ll ordain you.”

  Olivia’s trying not to laugh. “But you’d need to lie. You don’t follow any religion.”

  “Actually, I live my life damn near the principles of one,” Lady growls, in a voice warning us not to judge. Again I raise an eyebrow, and he continues, “Satanism.”

  Now both of us crack up and laugh. He’s a Satan’s Devil after all. But my laughter fades when I notice he’s looking quite serious.

  “I’m an atheist for a start,” he tells us seriously. “Satanists don’t worship anyone, least not the Devil. But they do have a number of rules that I’m quite comfortable with.”

  “Such as?” He’s caught my interest.

  “Show respect in someone’s home, and if someone’s in yours and doesn’t show you the same respect in return, treat him without mercy.” He shrugs. “Sounds fair enough to me. Then there’s don’t harm children and don’t kill animals except for food or if you’re attacked.” He grins again. “Then there’s the one against making sexual advances unless you’re given the mating signal. I could go on. Thing is, Satanism actually makes a lot of sense to me, it’s less invasive than any other ‘religion’, and doesn’t involve sacrificing virgins or praying to gods. It’s more about do unto others as you’d want done to you, and live and let live unless people cross you.”

  Hmm. Interesting. I make a mental note to look more into it later, but concentrate on the real issue for now. “So you could really marry us?”

  His shoulders rise and fall. “Yes. As long as I fill in the forms.”

  Olivia’s looking at me, her head tilted slightly to the side. I answer her unspoken question. “I like, no, I love the idea, Ollie, if Hawk and Drew go for it.”

  “It would be one more thing ticked off,” Olivia agrees. “Venue and officiant.”

  Thank God. Or rather in this case, Satan. I’ve been beginning to regret agreeing to this double wedding.

  “I’ll get the ball rolling.” Lady winks as he stands, and nods as he leaves us.

  “Think we’ve made progress at last. I’
m calling it a day now.” I start to stand, my hand covering a yawn as I do.

  “Yeah, okay,” Olivia says distractedly, typing something on her tablet.

  Back in the suite, I sit down and start pulling some plans toward me. So far I’ve not bothered to look for a local job. Not because I don’t want one, but when I’m not planning the wedding with Olivia, I’m working with Shooter on his new project, building Drew and my house. Of course, that’s still in the early stages, but floor plans have to be agreed for a start, and earlier I’d received Shooter’s latest reworking.

  “How’s it looking, babe?” Drew enters, goes to the fridge and grabs a beer. He holds one out to me, I shake my head.

  “Better,” I tell him. “I like the layout of the bedrooms now, they’re mostly the same size.” If we are blessed with a family, I don’t want the kids to have unequal rooms. Drew initially asked for seven bedrooms, we’d settled on four. I really hope he was joking when he said he’d settle for extending and adding on more when we need them.

  Coming over, he takes a look. “I like that,” he says. “And the bathroom adjacent to the master suite is huge. We can get a nice big shower in there.”

  “And a tub,” I say fast.

  “You women and your tubs,” he chuckles. Then, his eyes meet mine, and his smile disappears, he suddenly looks very serious. I cock my eyebrow, a silent question, my gut suddenly rolling. “Need you to do something, babe.”

  Now I do verbalise the question. “What?”

  Reaching over to the table, he opens his tablet and clicks a few keys. He starts to read something for a moment.

  “Drew, what is it? You’re worrying me.”

  There’s a glint in his eye as he regards me. “Oh, you should be worried, babe.” But the smirk he can’t quite keep off his face starts to widen. “It’s nice that ass play isn’t a hard limit for you.”

  What. The. Fuck?

  “And that bondage is a definite yes.”

  “Drew,” I start, wondering how the hell he knows that. Then say louder and indignantly, “Drew!”