Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC

by Britten Thorne

  When his fingers found and circled my opening, I loosed a long, low moan. “God, Theo, you’re driving me crazy.” He pressed his finger just a fraction of an inch inside. My hips lifted, begging for more, and he chuckled.

  “Shh,” he said, slowly sliding his digit further. He withdrew, then thrust back inside, hard. I made a strangled sound and buried my fingers in his hair before I thought about what I was doing.

  “No.” He sat back and gathered my wrists in his hands. “What did I say?”

  “Not to move, I’m sorry!” The words came out rapidly, like they were one long word altogether. He moved his body over mine and placed my arms back where they were, leaning his weight against my wrists. He guided his cock against my sopping wet entrance with his other hand, looking down between us and groaning.

  But he didn’t thrust inside me, though I writhed and bucked my hips against him. He stayed just out of reach. “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

  He didn’t reply. He rubbed the head of his cock between my folds, spreading the moisture there to stroke against my clit. It sent sharp twinges of pleasure through my limbs. “If I had you back home,” he said, “I’d bind you like this.”

  “I’d love it if you did.” He alternated between thrusting just his tip at my opening and rubbing against my clit. It was driving me seriously crazy. I tossed my head back and forth, feeling a little out of control. “Please.”

  “You think this is begging?” he growled against my ear. “I’d tie your arms above your head, standing up so I could see every inch of you.” He nipped my bottom lip, then kissed it softly. “And lick every inch of you. And correct you when you’re bad.” The last word came out as a deep rumble. He backed off his teasing and with no warning, slapped my pussy with a loud smack.

  My entire body clenched hard. I cried out at the unexpected pain, and the sharp spike of arousal that followed. I felt like I was leaking cream. His fingers found the fresh flood and he grinned. “You like all that?”

  “Yes, yes,” I chanted as he stroked his cock against my clit again. “Please, Theo, I’m close, so close…”

  “Stay as you are this time.”

  “I swear I will!”

  He released my wrists and had his mouth of my clit fast, sucking hard, rubbing it with his tongue. I came hard and fast, my moans and cries reaching a crescendo as my pussy clenched, gripping at something that wasn’t there, yet. My hips lifting with a mind of their own, but Theo held them steady.

  Then he was climbing up my quaking body. He pulled me close as the waves of intense pleasure finally subsided. My head clearing, I kissed his ear, flicked his earlobe with my tongue, and said, “Fuck me, Theo. I want you so bad.” I rocked my hips against him enticingly. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to. I’ll be good.”

  “On your hands and knees.” I scrambled into position, thrusting my ass in the air and looking over my shoulder. A whimper escaped me as he got into position. Locking eyes, he teased my opening for just a moment more before slamming inside.

  My walls stretched painfully around the sudden intrusion, but the sensation was delicious. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as he thrust into me. His cock moved fast and deep, claiming every inch of my sex. His hands ran down my sides, hot against my skin, then found my tits. Kneading, pulling at my nipples just hard enough to make me writhe, he fucked me with the fury of a man who had been holding back for too long. Like a caged animal finally set free.

  With pressure on the back of my neck, he pushed my head down to the pillows, then leaned in with a little more weight to hold me there. I was feeling animalistic myself - wild, out of control. I submitted to his every touch, moving as he indicated, lower against the bed until my ass was only barely elevated. He couldn’t push as deep, but when he had me press my legs together, the friction, the pull and drag on my inner walls was incredible. I couldn’t form any words aside from his name.

  His fingers traveled down my belly and found my clit. I cried out at just the light contact. When he stroked it with a slow, gentle circle, I tensed and trembled; the heat and the pressure at my core built and nearly burst. But he backed off. I groaned in frustration; he brought me to the edge again, only to halt just before I came. It was infuriating and exquisite at the same time. Our sweat mingled; our grunts and cries filled the room.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, then kissed the shell of my ear. “Do you want to come? Did you learn your lesson?”

  “Don’t move when you say don’t move,” I said, my voice sounding strained.

  “That’s good, honey.” He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, increasing pressure with the quick and hard rhythm of his thrusts. “Come for me, now.”

  I held my breath as a white hot orgasm exploded through me. It went on and on, like the endless tides breaking against the shore. I shook with the force of it. My inner walls clenched and released his furiously pounding shaft over and over.

  It pulled him over the edge with me. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, he groaned and rooted as deep inside me as he could get. His cock jerked and pulsed as it emptied its hot seed, coating my walls with each jet.

  We remained like that, Theo breathing heavily, me frozen with disbelief and wonder that anything could ever feel so good, so right. I was in real trouble, sinking into feelings for him that I knew better than to have - especially for a biker, especially for one that wasn’t sticking around. When he collapsed to his side, I stretched out with my back against his chest. I couldn’t look at his face. I was afraid of saying something stupid.

  “You okay?” he mumbled. He was drifting off to sleep again. His arms wrapped around me tight, and he sighed with contentment. Yeah, I better just keep my mouth shut before all sorts of stupid starts pouring out. I made a muffled sound of affirmation, happy to drift off for a while longer with him.

  Something woke me just two or three hours later. Some noise. I opened my eyes and found Theo pulling on his boots. My clothes were folded neatly on the bed next to me.

  I sat up with a start. “Are you kicking me out? Are you seriously leaving right now?”

  He avoided my eyes. “We’ve all got things to do today, I’m sure.”

  I closed my eyes. “You’re pushing me away again.”

  “Ivy…”

  "Why?" I leaned out and grabbed his hand. "Do you have a girl back home? Or is it just me?" I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. "Is it because of what I am?"

  He scowled with confusion. "What you are?"

  "A biker bitch. A bar bitch. A fucking whore." I spit the word out. Nella never let anyone say it, but it hung in the air, dangling above me and above her and Dawn like an invisible odor, tainting everything we did. I was afraid I'd never escape it, and Theo's rejection confirmed that fear.

  But he surprised me. "No!" He dropped into a crouch in front of me and took both my hands in his. "It's nothing like that, Ivy. I..."

  "Then tell me."

  "I'm afraid I'll ruin you."

  I snorted. "For sex?"

  "Not that. You... You're special. You have this... this joy." He struggled with his words, and I waited patiently, having no clue what he was getting at. I was already anxious for him - it was the most words I'd heard the man string together in one sitting. "This absolute glee at just being alive. I watch you and I can see it in everything you do. Everything you touch. Even when you're unhappy, it's there.

  And I'm afraid I'll kill it. I'd rather leave here and never look back than do that."

  I was blown away. I had been called an optimist before. And my excitement in the mornings could drive people nuts. But I'd never heard it put quite like that. Second chances at life can do that people. I shook the thought away and focused on Theo.

  "You're afraid you'll drag me down?" He nodded. "Look around you. Look at what I do. If all this hasn't dragged me down, you certainly won't." He started to speak, but I laid a finger on his lips. "Maybe I'll drag you up. And maybe t
hat's what you're afraid of." The surprise on his face confirmed it for me. That was it. He was afraid I'd make him happy. But why?

  I sank to the floor, kneeling between his knees and leaning in close. He avoided my eyes. I touched his face and whispered, "Let me make you happy, Theo." His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him again, leaning in and kissing him gently. "You can't do what you did and not give a girl a chance. I just wanted a quick fuck, but you fucking made love to me and you know it." I kissed him again, lingering, and finally be responded and kissed me back. His hands spread on my back and he pressed me closer. "I don't deserve this," he breathed.

  Then he was withdrawing, backing away again. He spoke fast. More words. Too many words and all of them excuses. “It’s not just that. I’m dangerous, Ivy. I came here chasing these two guys from my club - exiled guys, fucking monsters that I’ve been tasked with taking out. You can’t be near this. You can’t be near me.”

  “Is that why they were shooting at me?”

  He shook his head. “Yes and no. That was just another warning. We’re disrupting all their trade, all their shipments.” A dark look descending on his features. “Setting their kidnapped girls free. They’re pissed. Which is why you have to stay away and watch your back. I won’t have them snatching you up, too.”

  “Fuck that,” I snarled, “You think these guys here aren’t dangerous? I manage. I can handle more than you think.”

  But he was shaking his head. “Not like this.”

  I stood up fully naked and unashamed. “If you’re gonna get your fucking panties in a wad right now then go ahead. Run off. But there’s something here and you damn well know it, and I’m not through with you. You’re hurting my feelings pretty damn bad, but I’m not through.” Then I gathered my clothes with as much dignity as I could muster and marched to the bathroom. I slammed the door as hard as I could, sat on the cool tile floor, and listened and waited for him to leave.

  He did just a few minutes later. I pounded my fists on the floor and shouted with frustration. Why did he have to be such a stubborn asshole? I wasn’t looking to be his damn old lady; I knew he’d be leaving town eventually. But goddamn, was it so awful to spend time with me that he had to go running for the hills afterwards?

  “Shithead,” I mumbled. I knew I didn’t mean it. With him gone, there was nothing to do but get dressed and face the day. Epic hangovers all around, I’ll bet. I’m going home and going back to sleep.

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  Theo's rejection didn't put me off this time - it only made me more determined. What do you think can ever come of this? He's going to leave no matter what. Well, that was a problem for later.

  I found Dawn on my way out. She was asleep behind the bar, her skirt askew and baring her ass for the world to see. They all just fucking left her there? I realized her head was lying on a pair of legs. Irish. Still fully clothed, thank goodness, his head rested on a massive bag of pretzels. At least he didn't leave her by herself here.

  I felt bad for a moment. It was sort of my fault she'd gotten completely trashed and slept on the floor of the bar. There was something sad and pathetic about the sight. Maybe it's time to stop fighting. Focus on Theo. She can have the rest.

  I kicked her foot and she stirred with a light snore. "Dawn."

  "Mmf."

  "Come on. I'll take you home." With a little more coaxing, she slowly rose to her feet and linked elbows with me as we walked out the door.

  "Thanks for being nice to me," she said as she yawned. “That was actually pretty fun. What I remember, at least.”

  "Oh, God, girl, you have to brush your teeth," I laughed.

  She squeezed me in a quick hug before climbing into my truck. Hopefully this meant the worst of our rivalry had passed. Maybe now we'll just sink into friendly competition territory, I thought.

  But part of me didn't even want that. All I wanted was Theo.

  I stayed away for two days. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Theo so soon after everything - despite my resolve, I was still afraid to face him, afraid to be rejected again. But dammit, I want to fuck him again. I want to kiss him again. He can reject me all he likes if he just keeps taking me back later.

  I was getting a manicure when Dawn texted me, so I didn't see it right away. It was a beautiful day to be out and about - actually a few degrees below sweltering for once. The owner of the little salon congratulated me on winning the drinking contest and asked me how bad the aftermath was.

  "I guess those gunshots must have sobered you up some," she said.

  "God and all his angels couldn't have sobered me up," I laughed, "They made me sleep in a bathtub half the night in case I got sick."

  "I never saw someone move so fast," she said, shaking her head.

  "What do you mean?"

  "The out-of-towner. The big guy. He was already red in the face and about to go after you out the door, but when we heard the gunshots he launched out like a rocket." My heart stuttered. He was watching me that night even before the guns came out.

  Then when I checked Dawn's text, I wondered if maybe the stars were aligning in my favor for once. "Party tonight. Theo got one of his guys. Nella demands your presence." I was too excited to be miffed that Nella had gone through Dawn instead of contacting me herself.

  I rushed home to get dressed. I was running low on cash, too, so I could use the tips. Wait, did I even collect any cash after the contest? That should have been a big fat wad of cash. I'd have to talk to her about it.

  Dressed in tight leather shorts and a flowy white blouse, I hopped into my truck and took off for the clubhouse, nervous and excited and anxious all at once. Gonna grab a drink as soon as I get there.

  But I never got there. A little ways down the woodsy road just a couple miles from my destination, two motorcycles roared around my truck to either side. They pulled to a stop in front of me, forcing me to brake in the middle of the street.

  The first thing I saw was a pair of unfamiliar beards.

  The second thing was the guns. My blood ran cold as they opened my door and led me out onto the asphalt.

  "Leave the purse." I dropped in from my shaking hands. It landed with a dusty thud next to my front tire.

  They frisked me quickly and found nothing. I did own a gun, but it was in a lockbox under the passenger seat. I hated the thing; I'd never learned to properly use it. It scared me too much. See how well that worked out?

  I didn't fight. Didn't scream. I froze like a terrified animal. My hands and feet felt numb as they led me to their bikes. They tied a blindfold around my eyes and snapped a helmet on my head - I guess they need me to live for a while - instructed me to hold on, and took me back the way I came, up the road, away from the clubhouse. They're leaving my car. Is this another warning? Another "fuck you?"

  It wasn't important. I needed to pay attention to where we were going. Even if I couldn't see, maybe I could sense it. Sun sets in the west. It was almost down but I could still see a sliver of light through the fabric. I quickly lost track of the twists and turns we took, but then we were picking up speed and heading straight ahead. A highway. Heading west. Hopefully knowing that information would help me. Maybe I could get my hands on a phone.

  I clung to that hope as we rode for hours. I clutched the stranger in front of me as the wind and night air numbed my hands. The roar of the bike - a sound that I normally loved - was low and sinister. The vibrations that were usually pleasurable only rattled my nerves. When will this end?

  I lost track of time. It must have been a good few hours before we finally stopped. As their bikes quieted down, I strained my ears, praying that someone had given chase. The road was silent.

  They helped me from the bike and removed the helmet and blindfold. My legs were weak after the long ride, and I tottered as I got my bearings. We were in the parking lot of what looked like a strip club. Bright red neon lights glowed, “XXX, Eagle’s Starlets.” Not a totally unfamiliar name - it was owned by none other th
an the Northern Eagles. Who else would it be?

  I shivered. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked.

  "Don't worry about it." They led me inside.

  The place reeked of old sweat and stale cigarettes. I didn't get a good look at the club area, with the bar and the stage. Some sort of show was going on but they led me right down a dark set of stairs and pushed me into a tiny concrete room. A man sat at a card table counting stacks of cash.

  He looked me up and down with dark, beady eyes. Dead eyes. Like a shark. I felt his gaze like oil - leaving a residue behind everything they touched. My stomach clenched but I fought to keep my cool.

  "Name?"

  "Ivy."

  "She's with the Devil's," one of the men behind me said. "Right from the inner circle. Clubhouse bitch."

  The shark grinned. "Excellent. Your club, missy, has crossed us just a few too many times."

  "You all used to get along," I whispered.

  "Until they started confiscating our merchandise." He pointed at me and squinted. "You, sugar, are a replacement. Understand? I had a nice girl lined up for this job. Pretty. Better tits."

  "What's the job?" I felt so small. My voice was softer than a mouse's squeak.

  He just laughed. The mirthless, cruel sound echoed through the tiny room and lodged in my brain, and I knew I'd never be able to erase it.

  Too late. Why am I always realizing these things too late? God, I’d been so lucky and I never knew it. I’d been oblivious, naive, careless, and now I was paying for it.