Satan's Devils MC Boxset 1

by Manda Mellett

  And what I want to do now, is my man.

  Unfortunately, there are other things that need to be dealt with first, matters that are sure to upset Dart.

  Damn, Road! He told me that he’d spilled the beans to Drummer about the insults he’d overheard Heart throw at me, and I’m certain Dart will have been updated by his prez. My joy at so unexpectedly seeing my man back was overshadowed by what his reaction will be. The last thing I want to do is to come between him and one of his brothers, and especially Heart, knowing their relationship had been so close.

  Anyone with half a brain would have realised the reason Dart was summoned back was to discuss the events of yesterday evening. That I was called to give evidence only confirmed the fact. Their meeting could go on for hours, and I’m afraid of the outcome. While I don’t much care what happens to the man who behaved so dreadfully yesterday, I worry about the effect it will have on Dart. To me it seems obvious just from how Heart had been described that the death of his wife has knocked him off his axis. To my mind, he shouldn’t be overly punished for something that’s down to his injury and loss.

  When I’d come out of the meeting having said my piece, there wasn’t much else I could do. Anyway, it was time to put Tyler to bed, so I brought him up to the suite and settled him in. He was out like a light. He’s been playing all day, and it’s understandable that he’s tired, but it’s more than normal childhood fatigue.

  A mother knows their child well, learns early on every nuance of their expression, every little changing pattern of behaviour. We watch them develop the ability to crawl, to walk, and to run. We watch them with the finely honed eyesight of hawks, particularly if they are unwell. And Tyler’s not been a healthy child the whole of his life.

  Relaxed in sleep, his mouth slightly open as he gives out gentle snores, enabling me to see the inside of his lips is paler than normal, though touching my hand to his forehead there’s no fever there. Suppressing my instinct to panic for something that might be nothing at all, but on the alert for the tiniest signs which might begin to add up and indicate that something is more wrong than usual, I pull up a chair by the side of his bed and just watch him sleep. It’s hard to live with the knowledge I could lose him at any time, making every moment I have with him precious.

  I’m sitting in the dark when the light between the two suites is switched on, and the silhouetted figure of Dart appears in the doorway.

  “He okay?” he asks softly.

  Getting to my feet, I nod. I’m not exactly answering the question, but I don’t really know the right response myself. As I reach him, he takes my hand and pulls me into his suite. “Sorry, doll, but I’ve got to get inside you now. Ain’t nothing but my hand touched this cock the last few weeks, and I’m hard as steel just at the thought of sinking into your cunt.”

  It might not be the most romantic speech I’ve ever heard, but it’s works to turn me on.

  “Get naked, babe.” As he speaks, he strips off his cut and lays it reverently on the chair, then reaching behind his neck takes hold of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Transfixed, I watch him divest himself of the rest of his clothes. Finally, he stands fully naked and sees me watching, his hand sliding along the length of his cock, turgid and ready.

  “Your turn. And make it quick, babe. You see this? It’s primed and about ready to go off. You take too long and I won’t be able to wait.”

  Unconsciously licking my lips, just as eager as he is to feel him inside me again, I pull down my pants and underwear in one go. And then freeze as I remember, My scars aren’t covered by bandages anymore.

  My eyes flick to his, and he sees the concern there. Closing the gap between us in one stride, he pulls at the hem of my shirt. Knowing he’ll see sooner or later, I let him take it off. Then reaching his hands around my back, he takes off my bra.

  Suddenly I’m in the air, lifted and dropped down on the bed, an ‘oomph’ coming out of my mouth.

  “Told you I was in a hurry, doll.”

  Completely ignoring my scars, he clambers over me to take my lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue dives in deep, curling around mine, both of us duelling, refreshing our memory of each other’s taste. As his hands clasp the side of my face, I raise both arms and put them around his neck, holding him to me. He fills all my senses—the smell of leather, of oil, and the soap he uses are intoxicating, his touch so gentle but dominating at the same time, his taste of beer and of cigarettes, the sound of the air going into his lungs and coming back out on a soft sigh, and I feel his long hair brushing against my arms. Opening my eyes, I see him gazing at me with an expression that seems to suggest pure adoration.

  My stomach muscles clench. This man wants me. And I’m his old lady. Which means he is mine.

  Lifting his head slightly, a small smile plays on his lips. “Whatcha thinking?”

  “That I won the freaking jackpot.”

  His forehead touches mine briefly, his hair now tickling my cheeks. “Not sure if you have, doll, but I certainly did.”

  “I love you, Dart.”

  Shooting up his hand, he clasps me by the chin, and ensures I’m looking straight into his eyes. It’s as if he’s confirming the truth in my words, then he’s moving downwards, taking a moment to toy with my breasts, sucking and laving my dark nipples. I can’t take my eyes off him, his gorgeous white skin so different from mine, and there’s something decidedly sexy about the contrast. As his head moves lower, he gently kisses my scars, the gesture showing he’s not pretending they’re not there, but that he accepts them.

  Suddenly the word that Ron so cruelly left behind goes to the back of my mind as Dart’s fingers find their way in between my legs. He wipes at my slit then rests his chin on my stomach, checking I’m watching him as he greedily licks my moisture off his fingertips.

  “Hmm. That fuckin’ taste right there, doll. That’s what I’ve been dreaming of. And I want a lot more. I’m taking everything you’ve got to give.”

  He moves lower, his mouth settling so firmly around my clit that my head and shoulders come off the bed. “Dart!” I cry out, before stuffing a hand in my mouth when I remember Tyler’s asleep in the next room.

  He might have gotten blue balls waiting for me, but I’ve been suffering from the female equivalent. Just one time with Dart had got me impatient to be with him again, which must be the reason that almost immediately I start to tense up, my leg muscles locking, my stomach contracting, and when he curls his fingers inside me, I’m gone.

  I’ll leave teeth marks in my fist as I’m biting down so hard. Dart doesn’t stop his ministrations, gently bringing me down and then taking me up and over again. This time, I’m still quivering as he licks one more time and raises his head when I go to pull away.

  “Gonna fuck ya now, Alex. And I ain’t going to be gentle.”

  I’m ready for him. God, how I’m ready. He made it sound like a threat, but to me it’s a promise. He’s going to love me properly for the first time, no longer needing to hold back because of my injuries.

  I watch as he rises to his knees and then pulls me down the bed with my hips angled up and toward him. He lines up his white cock and watches as it homes in on my dark depths. Then, with a strained look on his face, he thrusts in hard.

  It’s a new angle for me, and different sensations. I watch as he thrusts again and again until somehow, he’s stretched me and I’ve taken him all in. My head rolls back on my shoulders, I feel so full.

  “Doll, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to move—”

  “Move!” I instruct him. And then I’m taken on the ride of my life.

  As he starts hammering, pure sensation takes over.

  “Fuck, doll. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels like my cock’s in a fuckin’ vice.” He keeps pumping in, his face contorting with effort. “Doll, you’re fuckin’ perfect. I ain’t gonna last long. Fuck, doll. Are you close? Are you coming?”

  For an answer, I clamp down with my muscles, and he lets out a groan. Then,
punctuating his thrusts with words, he stammers out, “Best. Fuckin’. Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Had.”

  The telltale rippling of all my nerve endings tightens my muscles all over again. “Dart!” I cry out around my hand. “Dart, please.”

  He puts his finger on my clit and starts rubbing furiously. I go to tell him it’s too much when I realise it’s not, it’s just right. And then I’m flying, soaring, almost out of my mind, and hear his shout as though from a distance.

  “Fuck, babe. Fuck!” he roars. His pumping slows but he’s still moving, smaller thrusts now, but I swear I feel bursts of cum hitting my cervix and shooting up into my womb. For a second, my floating mind wishes I didn’t have an implant and we could celebrate our reunion by the conception of a child.

  As our breathing starts returning to normal, he pulls out and disappears to the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean me up. I’m so sated and drained, I do nothing to help him. Then he comes back, lies down by my side, and turns me to him.

  As his hand strokes gently up and down my arms, he murmurs into my ear, “We gotta talk, babe.”

  I tense. Yeah, there are things I need to tell him, but surely this can’t be the brush off talk? Not after what we just did. He didn’t say he loves me back.

  He senses me freezing, and at last gives me the words. “Hey, I love you, doll, you must know that. You know what? Pussy offered itself to me on a plate in San Diego, and I wasn’t interested one bit. You’re it for me. Might have taken a while to see it, but you’re my port in a storm. You’re my home.” As such beautiful words come from such a beautiful man, I’m rendered speechless as he continues, “I know Heart said some stuff to you, and it probably hurt. Don’t need you to tell me as I can guess. But if he said I wasn’t in it for the long haul with you, he was totally wrong. He’s hurting so much, babe. That’s not the brother I know and love that was speaking.”

  “What’s going to happen to him, Dart?”

  “He’s going to be a Ronin for six months.”

  I twist so I can look into his eyes. “What does that mean?”

  Dart sighs and puts his arm over his head. “He’ll be out on the road on his own. Prez has told him none of our chapters will take him in for more than a couple of days. It’s a risk riding solo, can’t deny that. But it gives him space and time to come to terms with what’s happened. We’re hoping it will clear his head.”

  “If he’s having so much trouble dealing, surely he needs the support of his brothers.” I purse my lips, not certain they’ve done the right thing.

  “He doesn’t want to be here, babe. He needs to detach himself from his memories. It’s the best thing we could have done in the circumstances, and certainly not the worst. Drum could have taken his patch. At least he knows he’s got a home here to come back to. Anyway, moving on. How’s Tyler?”

  I bite my lip. “Not good, Dart. He keeps getting pains, and the episodes are taking their toll on him. I want to take him to his specialist in San Diego. The doctors here are okay, but they’re not experts. Now that Ron’s gone, it will be safe, won’t it?”

  I don’t understand why his hand reaches around the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss until he replies, “Not only safe, doll, but just what I wanted. I love my brothers here in Tucson, but at San Diego, I’m the VP, involved in everything that goes on at the club. Lost offered to make the position permanent, and I’d like to make that move. But I want you with me. Both you and the boy.”

  Wow. It’s the answer to my prayers. I’ve liked living in Arizona and have made friends here, but Tyler needs medical supervision by someone who knows how to treat him.

  “Not asking you to live at the club. We’ll find a place off the compound soon as we can.”

  I glance at him, holding back the smile for the moment. “You, me, and Tyler?”

  “Yeah, babe. Our little family.” He moves his arm and places his hand on my stomach. “And when you’re ready, we’ll be adding to it.”

  “I’d like that,” I say shyly.

  “Good. ‘Cause on my part I can’t think of anything I’d like better. Now I want to fuck. Babe, you don’t know how much I’ve thought of holding onto your luscious ass when pounding into you.” As he speaks, he sits up and leans over me. His words make me giggle.

  “You think that’s funny?” He’s grinning too, but when he moves his talented fingers to my pussy, my mirth comes to an abrupt halt.

  “Dart!”

  It doesn’t take long as he circles my clit with those talented fingers while pinching my nipples, and soon I’m coming again. Immediately he picks me up and turns me over, positioning my ass in the air and my head to the bed.

  “I’ve never—”

  “Another first? Fuck, that man was an idiot.” As he speaks, he’s kneading my ass with his hands. “This right here, doll, fuelled my fuckin’ hand in the shower more times than you could believe. I’ve been dreaming of this.”

  As he speaks, his fingers move and circle my puckered hole, and he leans forward and says softly in my ear, “Not here, not now. But one day…” He gathers my moisture and pushes his lubricated finger in the entrance, leaving me no doubt what he means. “All your firsts are now mine,” he says, and I know I’ll let him do anything he wants to me.

  “No more talking, babe. Time to fuck.”

  His hands take my hips and he pulls me back, pushing in with his cock in one practiced move. He seems to go deeper than ever, but my gasp of shock quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he fills me up. It’s such an intense feeling.

  “Wish you could fuckin’ see what I’m seeing, babe. My white cock going in and out of your cunt, sliding between your black cheeks. Fuckin’ amazing. Best sight in the fuckin’ world. Would die a happy man if this was the last thing I saw.”

  Then he shocks me by giving my butt cheek a slap, but the sharp sting seems to send a tingling to my clit. He spanks the other side, and I push back.

  “You like that?”

  Is it wrong to admit that I do?

  He repeats his actions, and by God I’m close to coming already.

  “Answer me babe.” There’s amusement in his voice.

  I think my body’s provided sufficient response, but I rasp out the word. “Yes.”

  He spanks me again, and then he increases his pace, hitting that spot inside me. As his thrusts deepen and intensify in their force, I’m totally lost.

  “Come for me, doll.”

  He’s in total control of my body as I push my face into the mattress to muffle my scream.

  “Oh fuck, fuck. That’s it. I’m coming babe. Oh fuck. Fuck!” After a few little pumps he stills. “Fuck, babe, that feels so fucking good.”

  We stay locked together until at last he pulls out. This time he lies spooning behind me. “Give me a second, doll, I need to get my breath back, then we’ll go take a shower and get cleaned up.” My heart could do with a moment to slow, so I just nod.

  “Doll, I never understood how men with ol’ ladies could give up other pussy. But with you, I know. I won’t need anyone else, as I’ve got the fuckin’ best.”

  I turn my head and offer my mouth for a kiss, he doesn’t disappoint. My lips are swollen by the time he pulls away. “Dart, what you do to me? I couldn’t imagine anyone being better.”

  “Doll, you’re not going to have a chance to find out. You’re mine. I’ll kill any fucker who dares to look at you.”

  “You put that dick anywhere it shouldn’t go, I’ll cut it right off. And I promise you, a bitch looks at you wrong? She’s not going to live.”

  We stare at each other, then for some unknown reason, the intensity of our declarations has us both laughing.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Dart…

  Until we know for certain that Thompson’s life insurance is going to pay out, I hadn’t wanted to raise Alex’s hopes. But the large policy he’d taken out in order to benefit from his wife’s death had backfired. Of course, the reason he’d taken out a policy wi
th reciprocal benefits was to leave one less pointer toward him in the event of her death. But it now won’t be him who reaps the rewards, and unless the insurance company finds some way to wriggle out of it, Alex is now five-hundred-thousand-dollars richer.

  Having found Thompson’s death was indeed declared a tragic accident, Mouse has started looking into sorting the paperwork out for her. And while he’s at it, he’ll be helping Alex sort out her enrollment in the law course in San Diego. As she’s coming back to California, she’ll be able to go back to her old school, with no need to bother about transferring her credits. I’m proud as fuck that hopefully she’ll eventually be the Satan’s Devils’ lawyer, working for whatever chapter needs her. Fucking good call on Drum’s part if you ask me.

  We stay on in Tucson for a few days while I square things with Drummer, but I don’t want to delay too long before returning to California. Tyler’s had two episodes quite close together, and the sooner we can get him expert help the better. Alex is worried she’s leaving the poker run team in the lurch, but Sam assures her the bulk of the work has already been done. We’ll be returning for that, and I expect I’ll be bringing some of the San Diego brothers with me. They won’t want to miss out on the fun.

  The night before I leave for good, I sign the transfer papers with Drum with mixed emotions. I’m going to miss that fucker, and all the brothers in the club, however much they behave like assholes at times. But I’m reassured I’m doing the right thing the moment I walk out into the clubroom and see Alex, my old lady, now wearing the property cut I’d brought back with me, waiting alongside my brothers, and the old ladies, who are setting out food on the tables.

  My face widens into a grin. They might have kept it quiet from me, but they’re throwing a going away party for us.