One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own #1)

by Amo Jones

  “Fuck!” he curses loudly, his knuckles turning white while he squeezes on the ties.

  I continue running my hands down over my belly, stopping just above my pussy. “And this?” I ask, skimming my fingers over my cleft. “Is yours,” I answer firmly, bringing my hand under, and cupping my pussy in my hand.

  “Yeah baby, keep doing that,” he answers, watching my hands with both fire and ice in his eyes. Like a caged hungry lion. I know if I unleash him, he will eat me alive.

  Sliding my index finger in between my cleft, I glide it over my clit, the warm softness of my own finger slipping over me. I think I’d prefer Beast’s fingers, but this is still doing me right, and with this hot, big, powerful man tied up and watching me, I’m not going to lie, I’m getting my kicks off of it.

  My hips begin to rock against the finger, rubbing it slowly, building my body up. My other hand darts up to my nipple where I squeeze it roughly, throwing my head back. “Ohhh, Beast.”

  “Fuck this,” he mumbles and with one swift jolt, his hands are free. Squeezing my ass with his now free hands, he brings my body over his, pushing me to his face so I’m straddling his head. Before I can protest that I actually wanted to suck his dick, his hot mouth comes into contact with my clit, the warm, wet, sensation like a cover of pleasure sucking me into the black hole of euphoria.

  “Oh my God,” I moan, my hips rocking with his movements. His tongue slipping inside me while he brings his hand around and begins circling his thumb over my clit.

  With my stomach tightening and my pussy clenching, my orgasm rips out of me, pushing through my pores and every other part of my body. Little colorful dots dance behind my closed eyes as his tongue stops and I slide down his chest, huffing like I’ve run a marathon, my skin sticky with sweat.

  I smile down at him, running my hands over his sweaty chest, and bring my face down to his crotch, peeking up at him from under my eyelashes. “I’ve never… you know. Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I say, thinking back to all those girly talks with Melissa and Phoebe. Between those two as BF’s, I think I’ll have it covered.

  “Baby, do you know how fucking special those words are?”

  “What words?” I ask, still face to face with his cock.

  “You’re mine, in every way.”

  I smile, bringing my face lower to his shaft. Nodding my head, I draw out my tongue and place it at the bottom of his cock before licking one long lick up the base and up to his thick head, the rim of it pink and pulsing with need.

  Circling my tongue around his warm head, he lets out a deep groan, lying back on his back. Peeking up at him from under my lashes, his cock lodged deep down my throat, his eyes cross as he bites down on his lower lip, slowly thrusting himself into my mouth deeper, the motion flicking on my switch again, if it ever shuts off around Beast.

  “Yeah, keep that up, baby,” he groans, pulling my hair out of its bun and wrapping it around his fist. With my head bobbing, I bring my mouth up to the tip of his cock, bare my teeth and slowly glide it down his shaft, jolting over the rim of his helmet.

  “Fuck!” he pants, before hot salty liquid shoots straight to the back of my throat, hitting my tonsils and causing me to swallow it all with ease. He tastes of salt and soap. It’s not that bad.

  Licking my lips, I swipe my hand across my mouth and prop myself up on my knees. “How’d I do?” I ask, tucking my hair behind my ear.

  He doesn’t answer so I bring my eyes to his, at an instant, with one stare he has my heart jolting around in my chest.

  “If I didn’t know better…” He laughs, rubbing his hand over the top of his head, the short strands of his hair jolting in the movement. “Come here, I’m not finished with you yet.” Perking my shoulders up, I crawl up to him and he pounces up from his position, pushing me over flat onto my back with his weight. We both laugh before he’s dropping sweet kisses onto my lips. He looks deep into my eyes, rubbing his palm over my forehead. “You’re mine. I’m serious, Meadow,” he confirms, looking deep into my eyes. Tilting my head, I search his dark depths for a clue, any clue.

  “I have to ask,” I begin, clearing my throat. “Do… does. Hang on.” I pull my eyes away from him, fixing them on the soft white walls of the room. “Does what happened to me, have an impact on how you feel about me… in any way. Sexual, emotional?” I still haven’t moved my eyes from the wall when his smooth voice travels through my ears and hits me right deep in my core.

  “Look at me.”

  Bringing my eyes back to his, there’s nothing but pure, and deep sincerity beaming from them.

  “Don’t ever… question that shit again. Understand me? Nothing and no-one could ever take away what you mean to me, Meadow. You were a victim. And what happened to you for all those years, means jack shit up against what I feel for you,” he whispers hoarsely, pushing my hair off my forehead before brushing his soft plush lips against it.

  My eyes glass over and I exhale a breath of air. “Thank you.” I’m lost for words. There’s so much love in him for someone who’s so lost—just like me.

  Running his thumb across my bottom lip, he smirks. “Now, where were we?”

  After Beast made sweet love to me all night, I wake to Melissa standing above my bed eating toast. “Jesus!” I screech, pulling the sheet up to my chest.

  She rolls her eyes before taking another bite. “Oh, please. I’ve seen your rack.”

  My eyebrows draw together. “When?”

  She pauses, searching around the room. “No, wait! That’s Phoebe. Anyway, doesn’t matter. Beast left early this morning, said we can go up to the clubhouse whenever, someone wants to meet us apparently.”

  Swinging my legs over the bed, I pull my sex hair back, scrunching my face at the oiliness of it. “Who?”

  She shrugs, making her way back to the door. “I don’t know, he said to walk.”

  “Walk!” I answer, I can barely get out of bed let alone walk half an hour. My legs are like Jell-O and my muscles are pulsing with the thrashing my body got last night. Fucking walk, who’s he kidding. I pull out some clothes from my bag. White, worn cutoffs and a black T-shirt will do. They’re both skin tight, but I feel safer since I’ve been around Beast, he relaxes me and puts my body at ease. He’s like one large safety net that has cast himself around me and I can finally open up a little.

  “Yeah, but here’s the thing,” she giggles, placing the rest of the toast into her mouth, “I was out in the little shed earlier, you know… snooping. Anyway, I saw a four-wheel bike sitting there. Are you keen?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.

  I laugh, taking out my body wash. “Sure. You’re driving, and give me twenty minutes to get ready.”

  “Wait, no! I can’t drive.”

  “Why?” I ask impatiently.

  “I don’t know how.”

  “Neither do I. I’ll call Phoebe. It can’t be that hard,” I whisper, ducking into the bathroom for a quick shower.

  I’m sipping on my coffee in the kitchen when Melissa walks in, pushing her phone into her bag. She’s wearing a tight black casual strap dress that hugs her perfectly. I raise my eyebrows and smirk. “Hmmm, who are you looking all sexy for?”

  “Not Hella, that’s for sure.”

  I roll my eyes, emptying the leftover black goodness into the sink. “Sure, sure. Right, okay. Phoebe said it’s easy, I think I know what to do, so let’s go have a crack.”

  “You look all sexy, too. Those tight little white shorts work with your body, and the rips around the upper thigh? Freaking sexy! Can I borrow?”

  “Like you ever ask. Let’s go.”

  We both walk out to the little shed that sits directly next to the house and Melissa slides open the rusted iron door, it squeaking at the movement.

  Dusting her hands, she points. “There we are. And the keys are on the tire.”

  Walking onto the dirt-ridden flooring, I grasp the keys from the mud-covered tire and swing my leg over the seat. Pattin
g the back, I wink. “Well come on, homegirl. I’m not going to wait forever.”

  She claps her hands and giggles. “I’m actually excited.”

  “Don’t get too excited. I might kill us,” I state, pushing the keys in the ignition.

  Melissa wraps her arms around my waist tightly and laughs into my back. “There is that.”

  Shaking my head, I turn the key over and it starts first pop. Putting it into first, the way Phoebe lectured me thoroughly to do—after she begged me to not go through with this—I push the pedal down slowly until we glide forward, both in fits of laughter. I pull down the dirt driveway and make my way to the clubhouse. I can’t remember exactly where it is, but I know that it’s this way. Gaining some confidence, I drop it down a gear and push forward, Melissa gripping onto my waist tighter.

  “Oh my God, Meadow!” she screeches, laughter filling her lungs.

  With the dust flying up from behind the wheels and both of us in fits of laughter, we pull right up to the clubhouse door that’s opened with about five or six people standing outside, one being a female. My laughing stops along with the bike when I skid to a halt.

  Both our laughing dies out to a stop and a few of the boys chuckle from their positions. Beast wasn’t one of them laughing, and neither was Hella.

  Beast stalking to us, shoulders pressed back and his jaw set in a straight line. Before he reaches me, I swing my leg off and roll my eyes with the girl following behind him. “Relax, Beast. No-one got hurt.”

  Wrapping his hands around my arms, he pulls me into him so I come crashing into his rock hard chest. “You could have, though. Fuck.” He runs his hands over his head before dropping them down to his sides. “That shit was hot, but don’t ever do it again.”

  “Can’t promise that.” I smile, peering up at him.

  His hard face softens as he brings his lips down to mine, running them over and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Don’t.”

  I laugh, lost in his eyes when a cough interrupts my thinking. Beast steps aside, wrapping his hand into mine where I sink into him naturally.

  “Hey, I’m Jada,” she greets, placing her hand out to me.

  I look between her and Beast before pulling my hand out of his hand and take hers with it. “Hi, Meadow. Jada as in who got out with you?” I ask, looking up to Beast.

  He nods his head. “Yeah, she’s going to keep you girls company today for a couple hours while we go and sort some stuff out. That okay?”

  I nod my head. “Of course. You don’t have to worry, we’ll be fine.” I know he has a lot on his plate right now, and the last thing I want to do is be a hurdle that he constantly needs to jump just to get through his day. He runs a club, a very, very big one. He’s not just President of The Devil’s Own, Nevada, but he’s National President of the entire Devil’s Own MC—and there’re a lot of chapters. I’m secure enough with what we have here to not be a pain in his ass, even though I want to.

  Pulling me into him again, he runs his mouth along the rim of my ear, his warm breath gliding across my lobe sending shivers across my skin. “When I get back, we can continue your training.”

  My eyes snap open and I pull back from him, a huge grin set on my lips. “What kind?”

  His eyes narrow. “Not that kind! Jesus, what have I created…” he murmurs and the girls crack up laughing in the background. My cheeks redden and I tuck my hair behind my ear.

  “Your archery, baby. I want to train you on a few other things, too. Basic MMA, we’ll see how you go.”

  My heart warms, my skin tingles, and my smile stretches wider. “Really!” I answer excitedly.

  “Really, really. I won’t be long.” He pushes one final kiss on my head before walking off with the rest of the boys, who all turn around to smirk at me before getting on their bikes.

  Once they have all left, I turn my attention back to Jada and Melissa who’s made her way beside her and they’re both staring at me in awe.

  “What?” I ask, wrapping my arm around my waist, suddenly feeling empty without Beast here. I can’t do that, the depend-on-a-man thing. I have lasted this long without a man on my arm, I’ll be damned if I start now.

  Jada shakes her head in shock. “He loves you.”

  I tilt my head and scoff. “I wouldn’t go that far. And if he did, I’d prefer to hear it from him first.”

  She nods her head. “I understand, but he does. He’s never batted an eye at any woman before. Sure, he sleeps with a few and has his regulars, but never ever like he was just then with you,” she states.

  Swallowing down, I point to the barn. “I need a drink.” They both nod their heads and follow me into the bar where we make our way straight to the alcohol, ignoring the other four guys that are still here sitting around by the pool table.

  After telling the old fella what I needed—vodka on ice—and just one because I’ll need my wits about me when Beast returns for my training, I sigh, slouching into the seat. Jada takes a seat beside me on one side and Melissa on the other.

  “You wanted to meet us?” I ask Jada, sipping on the ice cold vodka.

  She nods her head. “Yeah, at first, I planned on giving you the hard word and all that. And although you seem like such a sweet person, I’m almost one hundred percent sure you have some fire in there, and also, I see what you and Beast have. No need for my bust your nut talk.”

  I smile, taking another sip. “Thank you.”

  She tilts her head, scanning over me and I take this moment to take in her appearance. She’s beautiful in a bad girl kind of way. She has tattoos all over her body, one whole sleeve, and a tiny diamond that sits under her eye. I guess on anyone else, it would look ridiculous. But with her long inky black hair and piercing blue eyes and her soft feminine features, she pulls it off and she pulls it off well.

  “What are you thanking me for?” she asks.

  “For caring about Beast that much.”

  Her face softens as she picks up her own drink. “It comes naturally. Not by choice, trust me. Both those men give me nightmares, but I care about them both.”

  Melissa shuffles from her seat and I clear my throat. “So, I have to ask. Have you slept with either of them?”

  She laughs, shaking her head. “I get that you’d want to ask that, and I admire that you’re not beating around the bush. Beast, no, not slept in that way. Hella? Yes. Everyone with a decent set of tits has been under him.”

  Melissa stiffens next to me and I cringe, taking another sip of my drink. “Anything serious?” I ask, attempting for casual around the rim of my glass, but failing miserably when Jada bends over the bar to look directly at Melissa.

  “No, nothing serious, first time was a huge mistake that happened when we were younger. Second time was a few years ago, one weak move on both our parts. Trust me, we both laughed afterward. He was my first, that’s all. He’s like a brother to me now.”

  Melissa relaxes and smiles. “Oookaayy…” she answers, trying to sound like she doesn’t care. Jada rolls her eyes before resting back into her chair.

  “Anyway, they have a bigger issue. The Army is not going to go away easily. I’m going in with them, with whatever they do.”

  “Wouldn’t that be dangerous for you?”

  She laughs. “Did Beast tell you what my specialty was in The Army?”

  I think back over our conversation. “The power of persuasion and seduction.”

  She nods. “Yep, so no, I’ll be fine. I have plenty fighting experience and I’m not too bad with a Katana.” Winking at me before downing her drink.

  “That’s your weapon?” I ask, tilting my head in amazement. The Katana is a traditionally made Japanese sword, made for the Samurai of Japan. So yes, I’m a little intrigued.

  She nods her head. “Yeah, it is, one of first Commander Nines trained me,” she offers, her tone softening. “Did Beast tell you about them?” she asks, taking another sip of her drink. Melissa shuffles uneasily on her seat, putting away shot glass after shot gl
ass. I think I’ll be carrying her home.

  I shake my head. “Not in so many words, he just covered the basics.”

  “There were nine commanders. They were called The First Commander Nines because they have been there from the very beginning, cooking up this charade. Each commander had a weapon of choice and they would rotate us around for a trial period to see which was our strongest suit. It worked because even though we eventually all had our chosen weapon, we were all still trained in other aspects.”

  “Jesus,” I whisper, looking back to Jada. “I’m sorry. Were you there as long as Beast?”

  She nods her head. “Yeah, I was. I mean, I went in when I was three, so Beast was eight already. Both my parents were murdered in their bed with me lying in between them. My mother was the Princess of the Yakuza, who ran away from the family business to live a life in America with her American husband—my father. They ordered to kill all of us, but for some reason, The Army took me in instead. To this day, I still don’t know if my mom’s family know.” My brain is overloading with information that I’m trying to swallow. She’s half Japanese? She barely looks it. You can see that she has some sort of exotic look about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it until she mentioned it.

  “Fucking hell,” Melissa groans beside me. “Sorry, I mean no disrespect, but all of you are kind of messed up in your own sort of ways.”

  My back snaps straight. “Melissa!” I scowl at her.

  She looks between Jada and me innocently. “Oh, what? I didn’t mean it was a bad thing. It obviously made you who you are today. I just mean…” she sits forward placing her drink on the bar, and I begin to itch nervously waiting for what verbal diarrhea might come squirting out of her mouth next, “…you all have something in common. Even with Meadow.”

  “Melissa…” I warn, lowering my tone.

  Jada peeks up at me. “It’s okay, you don’t have to fill me in on anything. I told you about me because… well, I don’t know. I didn’t exactly mean to fill you in with my life story, but you seem like a person someone can confide in. I don’t expect to swap stories or anything.”