Tink's Salvation (Satan's Sinners MC Book 9)

by Colbie Kay

  "Most of us have been schooled by Chatty." Jacey laughs.

  I frown, trepidation building. "Do they leave a lot?"

  Chatty answers, "Sometimes. It depends on what's happening within the club, but it gives us a chance to hang out and support each other. It feels like we're a club within the club. No one understands what we as women go through when our men leave except us. No one understands what it's like to wonder if your man will walk through those doors or not. No one understands wondering if someone will come shooting at us here. Hell, on my wedding day, a bomb exploded, burning this place to the ground. We're a support system for each other."

  I gasp in shock, "All of that's happened?"

  Ever snorts harshly. "And then some."

  "How do you deal with that?" I press.

  Tinsley responds without hesitation, "Because we love our men no matter what."

  Zoey giggles. "We cause our fair share of trouble around here. Watch this.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Hey, Prospect?"

  "Yeah?" He stomps over to us.

  Zoey stands toe to toe with him and crosses her arms over her chest. "We're getting real bored sitting around here. My parents are going to come and watch over the kids in case they wake up, and us ladies are going to hit up a strip club."

  "No. No, you're not!" His eyes grow to the size of saucers, and the color drains from his face. He actually appears terrified. “The guys warned me about the trouble you cause. Not happening.”

  The ladies burst into a fit of laughter.

  Jacey adds fuel to the fire, "Zoey, that's a great idea!"

  They jump from their seats.

  Sierra agrees with Zoe too, "I mean, it should only be fair when my husband owns one."

  Daphne states, "Shouldn't we have fun too? We can watch naked men dancing for us. I mean, our men are out there doing God knows what while we sit here, waiting for them like a bunch of desperate housewives. Come on, ladies!" I follow behind as they storm toward the door.

  "Oh, fuck! Sit down! Please, don't get me in trouble," The prospect begs, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

  "You'll be fine!" Audrey pats him on the shoulder.

  Suddenly, Zoey spins around, and her features light up with amusement. "Oh my God! Do you remember when Bear, Hacker, and Hunter had to do the striptease?"

  "Yes!" Jacey and Chatty respond in unison.

  Jacey says, “That was so long ago, but damn it, I could never stay away from him no matter how hard I tried. And no matter how much I fought, he wouldn’t leave me the hell alone.”

  “Aww,” Chatty gushes. “And look at you two now.” The loud rumbling of motorcycles shakes the floor. "They're back."

  The ladies grin.

  I glance at the prospect. His shoulders visibly sag with relief, and he wipes beads of sweat off his forehead again.

  The men barrel into the bar and suddenly freeze. Narrowing his eyes on Zoey, Hanger asks, "Babe, why are y'all gathered around the door?"

  She stands straighter with her hands resting on her hips. "We're going to a strip club."

  "The fuck you are!" He shouts.

  Bear growls like the huge beast he is, "Lil Mama?"

  Gunner stares at his Ol’ lady. "Chat?"

  Each man addresses his woman in turn.

  Lucas steps up to me. “Jorga?”

  Batting my lashes, I respond, "I was just following behind."

  “Jorga!” The women yell in exasperation.

  “We’re going to have to give you a lesson in ‘we all stick together,’” Chatty snickers, but it’s quickly interrupted.

  "No woman of mine is going to watch naked men dancing!" Hanger roars, picking up Zoey and throwing her over his shoulder before storming off down the hall.

  "You want another striptease, I'll fuckin' give you one." Bear grabs Jacey, draping her over his shoulder, carrying her off too. Each couple leaves one by one, and the men that aren't claimed go to the bar counter.

  Biting on my lip to keep my smile at bay, I flutter my lashes at Lucas. “I missed you.”

  “Don’t try to appear all innocent. These women will get you in trouble.” He grins, pulling me to his chest. His lips slam against mine, and our tongues dance. It feels as if he’s been gone a lifetime. “I missed you too,” He tells me as our connection breaks.

  “Take me home?”

  He tilts his head to the side and his brows knit together in confusion. He doesn’t have a clue about what I’m up to, but he’ll find out soon. “Yeah, sure.”

  I follow behind as he leads us to his bike.

  Taking Lucas’s hand in mine, I lead him to my bedroom. I don’t bother turning the room light on, only the lamp sitting on the nightstand next to my bed. “I’m ready for all of it, Lucas,” I confess, whipping around to face him.

  His hand tightens on the doorknob. “All of what?”

  “All of…you.” Pulling my shirt up over my head, I throw it to my floor. I step closer to him, watching him pull his own shirt off. “Are you ready?” I inquire, my nerves consuming me. I won’t back down though.

  “I’ve been ready, Babe. I was waiting for you.” He reaches out, grasping my shoulders to spin me so I face the wall. His fingers unhook my bra, allowing the straps to fall down my shoulders. “I love you, Jorga.” He drops the bra on top of my shirt.

  “I love you too, Lucas.” My eyes slide closed as he kisses my shoulder.

  His hands roam down my belly until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. Undoing them, he pushes the tight material down my thighs, the material inching lower until I’m able to kick my feet out of them. His lips press against my ass cheek, and he bites down gently causing a throbbing pain to shoot from my core.

  Turning in his arms, I reach out, grasping the button on his jeans. Repeating his movements, I bend, shoving his jeans down until he is able to free himself. As I stand, my eyes travel over every inch of his naked body. Both of us vulnerable, our naked flesh on display. Only my red lace panties cover my most intimate place. Our gazes are locked together as I hook my thumbs into the thin straps and work the scarlet material down until they join the rest of our clothing. I step closer, our bodies so close yet still too far away.

  My hand trembles as I reach out to touch his scarred chest.

  “Why are you shaking?” He lays his hand over mine.

  “I’m nervous,” I speak truthfully. “What if I’m not good enough? Those other women you’ve—”

  “Shh.” He cut me off, snaking his arm around my bare waist and jerks me to him, my marred flesh against his. His eyes darken as they bore into mine. “You’re perfect, Jorga. They meant nothing. Those women never saw me, never touched me, never kissed me. You, your touch, your kiss, your love…it’s fuckin’ everything. When you look at me, it’s like you don’t even see the damaged and broken person I am, you look at me like I’m your goddamn hero.”

  A lump forms in my throat. My words barely escape due to the emotions engulfing me. “I feel the same about you, Lucas. You saved me. You killed the man who tried to kill me twice. So, yeah, you are my hero.”

  “Your eyes are beautiful. They hold no pity, no sorrow, no disgust when you see me.” His thumb presses against my chin, keeping my gaze on him when I tried to break the spell. “I feel no shame when your eyes look at me. You see all of me to the very depths of my soul. You love me for me…even the ugly being that was created.”

  “You’re not ugly,” I whisper.

  “You’re my right in this fucked up world. You’re my peace.”

  “And you are mine.”

  His lips crash against mine, our tongues dueling in a fight of explosive passion and danger.

  Pulling back, he groans, “I want you so fuckin’ bad.”

  His lips move down my body as he peppers kisses on each of my scars. The intimacy of those simple touches is almost unbearable. Squatting down, his hands grab my thighs to lift me. My legs wrap around his waist, and he walks us to my bed before lowering me onto the comforter.

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bsp; His body towers over mine. Our mouths fuse together, devouring each other, and I feel a stinging pain as he pushes himself inside me. Breaking away, I have to breathe in deeply several times.

  “Are you okay?” He asks, and I can see the concern in his eyes, in his frown. He doesn’t want to hurt me.

  I nod. “I just need a minute to adjust. You’re big, like really big.”

  He smiles sheepishly. “You feel…perfect. Better than I ever imagined.”

  The pain subsides just as his lips find mine again. “You can move now,” I mumble against his mouth.

  He starts out slow and steady but quickly changes as soon as my hips begin moving in tandem, meeting him with each calculated thrust as our bodies slam together.

  He drives in deeper with each drive, and I throw my head back in pleasure. “Lucas,” I gasp loudly.

  “Jorga,” He snarls into the crook of my neck.

  My hands fist his long black hair, gently bringing his eyes back to mine. I will him to see every emotion running rampant through me. His mouth dominates mine, moving in a frenzy, our teeth clanking together.

  A blissful wave of euphoria washes over me as my core tightens. “Lucas,” I scream in ecstasy.

  “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tightly. Come, Babe, come so fuckin’ good.”

  His dirty words prolong my orgasm as I shout louder. My nails dig into his arms as I hold on for dear life.

  “Yes, Jorga, fuck yes!” He roars. His movements become jerky as his own beautiful release fills me completely.

  Lucas hovers above me, his weight held by his elbows to cage me in. “Wow,” He whispers in awe, kissing my forehead.

  Reaching up, I run my fingers through his hair. With my gaze locked on his and our chests still pounding as we try to catch our breaths, I ask, “Was it good for you?”

  He tilts his head and kisses my wrist. “It was better than good, Jorga.” His eyes return to mine. “Was it good for you?”

  A slow smile creeps onto my face. “No, it wasn’t good…it was earth-shattering.”

  He laughs, and I follow suit. “I’m going to get a couple washcloths for us to clean up.”

  Biting my lip, I smirk. “Maybe we shouldn’t clean up just yet.” I slap my hands onto his ass cheeks to keep him right where he is and stretch up to capture his lips.

  I woke up with Jorga’s body tangled with mine, but she still sleeping peacefully, and I don’t want to disturb her. Carefully, I lift her arm off my chest and pull my leg out from between hers. Scooting off the bed, I get dressed and quietly escape her room. If we had our own house, I wouldn’t have to worry about walking around naked, but since Dancer’s here too, I’m not taking the chance of her seeing me in all my naked glory.

  I open the garage door and rush over to the shelf where I hid Jorga’s present. Grabbing the box, I stroll back into the house and set the box next to her.

  I sit on the bed, staring at her while patiently waiting for her to wake up. I’m anxious which makes me think maybe I should just wake her up. As I’m about to reach over, she begins slapping at the bed as if trying to find me. Her arm is flung out, hitting the hard box, and her eyes flutter open.

  "Merry Christmas, Babe." I grin.

  She sits up, smiling brightly. "Merry Christmas!" Opening the box, she pulls her cut out, and her eyes widen. "Lucas!"

  I take her hand in mine, entwining our fingers. "I don't have a romantic speech prepared or anything like that, but I want you to know that I can't imagine riding through this life without you. When you came back into my life, I thought I was only here to help you, but in that, you became my salvation, Jorga. I want everyone to know you're mine, and I'm fuckin’ proud of how far we've come together. I couldn't have done it without you. Will you be my Ol' Lady?"

  She wipes tears away from her cheeks. "I think that was pretty romantic." She sniffles and laughs at the same time. "When you came back into my life, I was scared of everything, terrified of a lot. Without you, I would have never faced those fears. I never want to go another day without your touch or the feel of your lips against mine or your body pressed against me in bed. I love you so much, Lucas, more than I ever thought I was capable of loving someone. Yes, I will be your Ol' Lady."

  She slips the cut on. "How does it look?" Her naked flesh against the black is illuminating.

  "It looks like we're gonna be late going to your parents’ house."

  I tug her closer and lie back, allowing her to straddle me. She leans over, pressing her lips against each of my scars. I hiss in pure pleasure from the sensation of her mouth on me. Jorga's fuckin' perfect, and I don't know how the hell I got so goddamn lucky with her.

  As she works her way down my body, she drags my jeans to my knees before shimmying up again. She fists my cock and slowly positions herself. Inch by inch, she takes me inside of her. I let her have control, her rhythm setting a seductive pace.

  Gripping her hips tightly, I bark, "Fuck, Jorga!" I stare up at her as moves still wearing her cut. “That cut on you is fuckin’ sexy.” I close my eyes and simply feel her. I feel the way she moves her body over mine. I run my fingertips up her sides, taking her full perky tits in my hands. I massage her flesh, rolling her tight nipples between my fingers.

  "Lucas," She whimpers as her back arches and her hands splay on my chest.

  Gliding one of my hands down, I find her clit and rub slow circles then powerful little flicks, torturing her sensitive nub. The sounds of her screams fill the room.

  I can't take the slow movements any longer. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her down, pressing our chests together. Placing my hands on her ass cheeks, I thrust up, slamming inside of her. Over and over I pound her tight, wet pussy, hitting her g-spot.

  "Lucas," She squeals louder, and her walls begin tightening around me.

  "Let go, Jorga." Each of my strokes is meticulous, bringing her pleasure until she reaches her release, her body convulsing against mine. "That's it, Babe," I praise her, holding her tighter as my plunges become faster, rougher.

  Our bodies are bouncing off the bed with force and momentum. I keep driving into her, and soon, my legs begin to shake and my balls tighten. "Jorga," I growl her name as my release shoots from my body.

  "I don't think I can move," She snickers against my chest a few minutes later.

  Running my fingertips up and down her spine, I respond breathlessly, "Me either."

  Once we can function again, she rolls over to the nightstand and opens the drawer. Pulling out a small box, she sits up and holds it out to me. “Merry Christmas.”

  Taking it from her hand, I open it and smile. “A ring?” I question with an arched brow.

  She smirks devilishly. “I didn’t know if you were going to ask me to be your Ol’ Lady, but I want everyone to know you’re taken. You’re mine forever now, Lucas Melody.” She cackles as if she’s possessed.

  My eyes widen in shock until I bust out laughing. “Here I thought you were innocent. You, Jorga Lankford, have evil inside you.”

  She falls over onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “Are you gonna be mine forever?” She gazes up at me.

  “Forever.” I nod and bend down, giving her a chaste kiss.

  “I love you,” She murmurs against my lips.

  “I love you too, but your parents are going to hate me if we don’t get out of here soon.”

  “Shit!” She jumps out of bed and rushes into her bathroom.

  I place the ring on my finger and take a deep breath. How did I get so damn lucky? I ask myself again. Scooting off the bed, I join her in the shower.

  Jorga and I stop just outside the clubhouse door. With her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders, I pull her in closer. Leaning down, I kiss her temple and whisper featherlight against her ear. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She murmurs before I open the clubhouse door. When we step inside commotion ensues.

  "What's happened?" I ask Drifter, who is behind the bar.

  He
answers as he grabs a couple beer bottles and takes the spas off, "Bam Bam found some girl trying to climb the gate. She was pretty beaten up."

  "Damn." I glance around the empty space. "Who's that?" I only see the back of the person's head.

  He shrugs nonchalantly. "I don't know. Said he wants to talk with Prez about prospecting. Guess it didn't work out with his last club."

  Perplexed, I knit my brows. Who would come to a club on Christmas to see about prospecting? "Does he know Hanger's gone for the night?"

  "Yeah, said he'd wait."

  I take Jorga with me as I approach the man. Coming face to face with him, my eyes widen and my fists bunch. "Jorga, go to the bar," I snarl through my clenched teeth.

  "What's going on?" She stammers.

  "Don't question me! Go!" I demand harshly, and she scurries off.

  I stare at the man, anger and rage are boiling inside me. "You're supposed to be dead."

  "Nope, Four Kings are dead. I wasn't there since you fucked me over with them." He smiles evilly. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Fuck you!” I yell then spit in his face.

  Drifter runs to the table. "Tink, we got a problem?"

  I nod. "Yeah, a big fuckin' problem. Why did you come here? You knew this was my club!” I spew venomously.

  He shrugs not even affected by the sight of me or what he did to me. “Honestly, I thought you were dead based on the way you were looking the last time I saw you.”

  “So, you just show up at my club?” I charge forward, but Drifter grabs my shoulders.

  Hacker and Sierra walk from the direction of the hallway. Hacker steps toward us. "Tink? Drifter?"

  Drifter answers while I continue staring at the man I wished I could have gotten revenge on, "I don't know. Guy’s been sitting here. Tink saw him, and well, look at him. He looks like he's gonna kill the guy right here."