Hell on Wheels (Kings of Mayhem MC Book 4)

by Penny Dee

  Ruger glanced at me, his eyebrows raised, while Bull’s expression remained unchanged.

  “You really expect us to believe you were okay with her having an affair?” he said.

  “I don’t expect you to understand, Bull. But you need to realize that not all relationships are cookie-cutter. Vander and I grew up together. Went to college together. Trusted each other. I accepted her and she accepted me. That’s why we are… we were… celebrating thirty years together.” Sadness swept across his face. “She was the love of my life.”

  “This guy she was having an affair with… you think he had anything to do with her murder?” Ruger asked. “Perhaps he wanted more and took out his frustrations on her when she refused to end her marriage.”

  Mayor Quinn stood up and his assistant quickly did the same.

  “I don’t know. That’s what I expect you to find out. All I know is my wife is dead and her red mustang is missing.” He looked at Bull. “Start with those bikers that have been hanging around town. Satan’s Tribe, if I recall correctly. Saw them just outside of town at Coota’s Bar & Grill.”

  “She has a red mustang?” I asked.

  “It’s a limited edition. Royal crimson. Find her car. She won’t be far behind.”

  We watched him and his assistant leave before we spoke.

  “You think he’s involved? Or knows who is?” I asked Bull.

  “I don’t know. But his suggestion about the Tribe isn’t unreasonable.” He pulled his phone out from the breast pocket of his cut. “I’m going to give Behemoth a call.”

  Behemoth was the president of Satan’s Tribe. His real name was Balthazar Julius but he was known as Behemoth in the MC world. Bull put him on speaker so we could hear the conversation.

  He answered on the third ring. “Who is this?”

  “You know who it is or you wouldn’t have answered,” Bull said.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to tell me why three of your men are in Destiny?”

  “Fuck you,” Behemoth snapped and hung up the phone.

  Bull’s face barely registered his wrath, but his eyes glowed with it.

  Putting his phone on speaker, he dialed the number again. When Behemoth answered he yelled into the phone, “Fuck me? Fuck you, motherfucker. Now this can go one of two ways. You can either tell me why your men are in my town, and I will hang up feeling very appreciative of your cooperation. Or you can tell me to fuck off again, and I will ride all the way down to Gulfport just so I can beat some motherfucking manners into you. Now for the last fucking time, why the fuck are your men in my town?”

  There was a pause as Behemoth probably thought about the consequences of hanging up again. He would be stupid if he did. Bull didn’t make idle threats. If he said he would ride down to Gulfport, he would ride down there and shove his fist so far down Behemoth’s throat he’d be able to feel his kidneys.

  Behemoth wisely decided to help.

  “They got some job to do up there. Don’t ask me what. Those boys are brothers, and they do a lot of moonlighting. They can do what they like when it’s not on club time.” His voice was gruff. “Happy, Mr. President?”

  Bull grinned to himself. “See, was that hard?”

  Behemoth replied by hanging up.

  Bull looked at me.

  “Holiday is over. I need you back working on this.”

  CHANCE

  I wasn’t happy about my time with Cassidy being cut short. But I was the SAA. It was my job to stand by my president and be the enforcer in the investigation.

  I spoke to Wyatt on the phone on my way back to the cabin.

  “What is Barrett up to?” I asked. “Has he done anything out of the usual?”

  “The guy is a douche, there’s no denying that, but is he coming your way? I don’t think so. This guy is balls deep in a pretty indulgent life out here in Cali. Money. Cars. Flashy clothes. Women. Men. This guy is too busy being a rich prick and fucking his way through the population of SoCal to worry about anything going on two thousand miles away in Mississippi.”

  The reports were promising. Consistent. So far, Barrett hadn’t made any moves to suggest he was planning anything.

  Likewise with Kerry Silvermane. There was nothing to suggest he was even aware Barrett knew where Cassidy was.

  Which was a relief.

  But at the same time troublesome.

  Unfortunately, only time would tell. Until then, I would stick to Cassidy like glue, and when I couldn’t be here because of club business, I would make sure one of the prospects was with her.

  Cassidy was in the kitchen when I got home, still dressed in her waitress uniform, chopping vegetables for dinner. I walked in and stood behind her at the kitchen counter, the scent of her immediately driving me wild.

  She turned around in my arms and kissed me like she hadn’t seen me in weeks.

  “I could get used to this,” I groaned against her lips.

  I liked what was happening between us. I wanted to explore it some more. Vander Quinn’s murder investigation couldn’t have come at a worst time.

  “Want a beer?” she asked, walking to the refrigerator.

  When I nodded, she handed me one and I gave her a wink. “I could definitely get used to this.”

  We took our drinks out onto the porch just as the sun began to set. The sky was red and orange with hints of pink.

  As we sat sipping our beers, I filled her in the murder investigation.

  “Any idea on who might have killed her?” she asked.

  I told her what Mayor Quinn said about his wife having an affair.

  “So we visited the guy who was supposedly her lover, but it was a dead end. They were only friends. Met at the tennis club where he works and she plays. They became close but nothing intimate.”

  “Can you be sure he was telling the truth?”

  “When we met him, he was with his boyfriend. It’s a well-kept secret. Apparently the tennis committee is old school and have a thing about homosexuality.” I shook my head. “Judgmental sons of bitches.”

  “So what now?”

  “Tomorrow, we’re checking out a few more leads.” I ran a finger up her bare arm. “This means I’m going to have put in some long hours with the club.”

  “I thought as much.”

  “You okay with that?”

  She put down her drink and gave me a seductive smile.

  “It just means we’ll have to make the most of our time together,” she said suggestively.

  Her tongue slid across her bottom lip, and my cock lurched to life behind my pants.

  “Ever made love outside?” she asked, kneeling down in front of me and reaching for my belt buckle. She raised an eyebrow as she slowly lowered the zipper.

  I was at her mercy.

  And there was no other place I wanted to be.

  She reached in and took me in her soft hand, her beautiful blue eyes closing as she leaned down and slid her plump lips over the broad head of my cock. A deep groan tore out of my mouth, and my head fell back in pleasure.

  Her mouth and tongue were insatiable, sucking and licking, building the tension. I rasped her name and tangled my fingers in her hair.

  As her fingers curled around the base, her other hand found the tight skin of my balls and I almost filled her mouth when she began to massage them. I growled, my mind so crazy with euphoria it left me almost intoxicated by the pleasure.

  She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, her hand continuing to stroke me, her skillful tongue licking through the pearl of pre-cum pooling in the eye of my cock.

  The urge to come was violent, tightening like a rubber band getting ready to snap. But I fought it, breathlessly, holding back my climax so I could enjoy the torture of her mouth for a little bit longer. Because goddamn this woman knew what she was doing, and I wanted her to keep doing it.

  “I love your cock,” she whispered against the engorged head. I released a rasped moan trying to hold back from blowing it—
excuse the fucking pun—and coming on her face.

  Christ, that thought was almost my undoing. I ran my hand through my hair, my breathing growing ragged as the most beautiful woman in the world sucked my cock like it was a goddamn lollipop.

  Her name fell from my parted lips, and she looked up at me, her eyes heavy with desire as she drew the full length of me into her mouth. That was it. There was only so much a man could take. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back, giving in to the ecstasy, my moan low and ragged and ripped out of me by a climax so powerful my hips shot upward off the chair. My eyes half-open, I gripped the armrests as cum roared out of me in pulsing white threads, landing on the smooth plane of her waiting tongue. I watched, mesmerized as she took it all and swallowed, my cock and my mind blown by the beauty kneeling before me.

  I drew her up to me and kissed her. I was so fucking under her spell it was ridiculous.

  Later, we walked to the bridge and crossed it, taking the small dirt path to the fisherman’s cottage.

  “So this is where you go,” she said as I led her along the trail to the newly built covered porch.

  I walked her through the bright and airy cottage, and she gazed around in awe at the new interior. The freshly painted walls. The crisp white baseboards. The restored crown molding. The new cabinetry in the kitchen and the granite island.

  It wasn’t quite finished, but it wasn’t far from it.

  “This place is incredible,” she said breathlessly, turning around and taking it all in. She reached out and ran a delicate finger over the polished brass doorknob. “You’ve done such an amazing job.”

  She made me smile. Watching her admire my work. Seeing that incredible smile on her face.

  As she stepped through the French doors to the little porch out back, I pulled her back to me and in one maddening moment let down every damn wall I had.

  “Stay here with me,” I said, gutting myself open and exposing myself completely to her.

  Her brow wrinkled and for a moment she looked confused. “What?”

  “After this has all passed. Stay here. With me.” I held her fingers tightly in my own. “Because you want to, not because you need to.”

  Her beautiful blue eyes shone up at me. “Chance, I’m not here because I have to be. Not anymore. I’m here because I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire fucking life.”

  I kissed her then. Hard. My heart completely and utterly surrendering to her.

  “This can be our home,” I said against her warm lips. “We can have a good life here.”

  Her smile was breathtaking as she looked up at me. “Do you mean that?”

  I took her face in my hands. “I meant it when I said you make me want things I had given up wanting. I want this. Us. Here.”

  Happiness tugged at her lips, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she said, “Me too.”

  We left the cottage with our fingers entwined, feeling high from the sudden realization that we had a future. As we walked across the bridge back to the other side of the river, the sky rumbled with thunder and cracked open, sending a fast and furious downpour onto us. But instead of making a run for it, we stood under the pelting rain and kissed like lovesick teenagers. I held her rain-soaked face to mine, consumed by the sweet taste of her, my chest filling with all the feelings I’d trapped in my heart for so long.

  When lightning lit up the sky, we ran back to the cabin through the mist rising up from the river. Already soaking wet, we stood at the back door kissing for a ridiculously long period of time as fat raindrops soaked our skin and ran down our faces.

  Finally tumbling through the back door, I peeled Cassidy’s wet clothes from her luscious body before pulling off my own, and we showered together, soaping each other’s bodies beneath a warm stream of water. And as she kissed me passionately with her slippery body pressed up against mine, I wondered how the fuck I had ever existed without her.

  CASSIDY

  That night it rained. Hard. It pounded into the river and rattled against the windows as Chance laid me down on the plush rug in the living room and made love to me with excruciating slowness. It was easy to forget the outside world when I got lost beneath his touch and the things he did to my body.

  Afterward, we ate ice cream out of the tub and drank neat whiskey as we smoked his cigarettes and talked.

  For the first time in my life, I was free.

  Really free.

  And I didn’t want the feeling to end.

  We talked about a future, and as we got drunk on whiskey, we got more intoxicated on our plans.

  Here, wrapped in our own little universe, it was easy to forget the outside world and all the darkness I was running from.

  When we lost power, we lit candles. And in their soft, muted light, we began to make love again.

  Chance slid over me, moving slowly as he parted my thighs and covered me in his delicious warmth. With one purposeful push, he was inside me and the sudden fullness sent my eyes into the back of my head. I ran my hands down his powerful and muscular back, my hips tilting to meet every slow and controlled thrust. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, and his breath was hot and comforting as we fell into a deeply erotic rhythm.

  I bit down on my bottom lip, more aware of every thick hard inch of him pushing in and out of me. I lingered on the edge of an orgasm, my body surging forward to take it but not quite reaching it.

  Frustration prickled at my nerves. Sensing my need, Chance pulled out of me and slung my legs over his shoulders. Light and stars danced before my eyes as his velvety tongue found my clit and the swollen wet flesh of my sex.

  I clawed at the plush rug beneath me, my hips driving up to meet every tormenting lap of his tongue.

  It was pure torture. The slow build. The shallow dips. The teasing licks. His heated groans against the most sensitive part of me whenever I moaned. I felt my body tighten. Felt the tension knot and pull until it snapped and my climax spread through me like wildfire. I cried out and arched into him, blindly grabbing the leg of the sofa behind us as the ecstasy consumed me.

  I sank, boneless and spent, into the floor. I was liquid. Done for.

  Chance rose up from between my thighs and crawled along my body.

  “That was …”

  “The best head you’ve ever had?” he asked, his eyebrow cocked with confidence.

  “Dreamy,” I sighed, teasingly.

  “And the best head you’ve ever had,” he repeated.

  When I didn’t reply, he gave me a dark, fiery look. He had my head caged between two muscular arms, and the look on his face was dark and masculine, heated by the molten fire in his eyes.

  When I still refused to give him the answer he wanted, he drove his hard cock into me, his eyes riveted to mine as he pulled back, only to thrust back into me harder and deeper.

  If he wanted me to tell him he was the best, then this was the worst way to go about it. Because I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

  As if reading my mind, he pulled back again. Instead of driving back into me, he dragged his cock all the way out so just the tip brushed against my slippery clit. Slowly, he started to tease me with it, swirling through my wet flesh, dipping into me but not enough to satisfy my body’s craving for him. I squirmed against him. Wanting more. Needing all of him.

  “Please,” I begged, wanting all of him inside me.

  He grinned down at me, flooring me with the most devastating smile. His wet hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed it back with his free hand while the other tortured me with his cock.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “It was the best head I’ve ever had,” I breathed desperately.

  Leaning down, he kissed me. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Rewarding me for my good behavior, he slowly pushed into me and detonated my orgasm, sending me into outer space for the second time that night.

  CASSIDY

  I woke up to Chance kissing me goodbye.

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nbsp; He leaned down and planted a long kiss on my mouth, the warm scent of him engulfing me. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the sexy combination of his heat, deodorant, and soap on his skin.

  I had been in such a deep sleep I hadn’t heard him get up or have a shower.

  “I won’t be long. Only a couple of hours. The prospect is on his way.”

  The sun was out. It was a perfect morning to get some time in at the fisherman’s cottage.

  He pressed his lips to my forehead, but I didn’t want him to leave. I had woken up needy and aroused. Even after a night of crazy love making the night before, I was still looking for more.

  I pulled him to me and kissed him hard and long so there was no misunderstanding about what I wanted.

  “Really?” He raised a sexy eyebrow at me. “I wish I’d known this half an hour ago.”

  “Are you turning me down?”

  “Merely asking for a rain check, darlin’,” he leaned down and kissed me again. “I have more drywall being delivered in about fifteen minutes.”

  I grabbed him by his T-shirt and held him to me. “I can be real quick.”

  “And Hawke has organized some bedrock for the fireplace to be delivered today.”

  “Drywall. Bedrock. Keep talking sexy like that, baby. You’re driving me wild.”

  He grinned against my lips. “Anyone tell you you’re greedy.”

  I dragged his hand under the sheet so he could feel just how much I wanted him while my other hand slid up his thighs, to where his jeans were beginning to tent at the zipper, and he rasped out a breath.

  “You’re going to kill me,” he groaned when I started on his zipper.

  “Are you complaining?”

  He kicked off his jeans and ripped his T-shirt over his head so all I saw was a wall of muscles in front of me.