Safe In His Arms (Motorcycle Club Romance, New Adult Romance): Devil's Riders (Hot Blooded Heroes)

by Joanna Blake

  This right here. This was heaven.

  He wanted to taste her but he was too damn tall to get his mouth on her hot little body. He knelt and started worshipping those magnificent breasts, stroking and touching both as he moved his mouth from one to the other.

  "Oh Donnie…"

  He was making ridiculous slurping sounds as he greedily suckled her. Finally he realized this would be better if her pants were off too. And they were lying down.

  He stood up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. Gently he laid her down and reached for her waist, placing a kiss on each nipple before he started tugging her jeans down over her hips.

  She lay on his messy bed, her blond hair fanned out around her head. She had long perfect legs leading up to an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her hips were sexily rounded and her cute little tummy was flat as a board. And above them… those twin beauties waited. He climbed on top of her and greedily went to work.

  **********

  Sally stared up at Donnie, his beautiful face serious. He intent on lavishing her with kisses. She almost giggled. He seemed to be a little bit, um, focused on her breasts.

  Then he lay to the side of her and reached between her legs. Any thought of laughter fled from her mind, along with any other coherent thought. He was stroking her lightly through her panties. He stopped to turn her toward him slightly and lift her leg over his. Then he went back to what he was doing.

  Exploring. Tasting. Touching.

  And oh God, he knew what he was doing. He knew just went to tease her and when to apply pressure until she was writhing on the bed. But she realized he was doing a lot more teasing than anything else. He bent his leg, lifting hers into the air and spreading her wider. His hand slipped inside her panties at last, sliding up and down her outer lips without trying to push inside.

  Her hips were rocking now as Donnie kissed her nipples endlessly and toyed with her femininity. Then he moved his finger to her sweet spot and started a rapid flicking motion.

  Oh God!

  What he was doing to her defied logic. This huge biker was expertly playing her body like a fiddle! He was keeping her on the brink of orgasm. For almost an hour. In the back room of the Spawns Clubhouse.

  And she was letting him. Not just letting him, she was loving it. But she wanted more.

  Now.

  "Donnie-"

  "Not yet."

  "Donnie-"

  "Not yet."

  "Donnie. Take your pants off."

  He lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes dark with passion.

  "In a minute."

  He shifted lower and pulled her panties down part of the way, putting his mouth where his fingers had been. His finger started moving faster but his mouth, oh God, his mouth started kissing her below. He kissed her plump little lips deeply, letting his tongue slip inside her and withdraw with an ever increasing tempo.

  Sally was beside herself. She knew she was going to climax soon and it was going to be big. Nothing could stop the tidal wave now except… Oh! He slowed his pace slightly, keeping her release at bay. He lifted his head and blew on her sensitive lips. Now he was just toying with her. Several more times he brought her to the edge and pulled back until she was thrashing on the bed.

  Until she was begging.

  Finally something changed. He shifted his position and started using his tongue on her clit now. His fingers slipped inside her again and again, opening her up and stroking her slick internal walls. She felt her hips lift up as the world exploded. Her body arched off the bed completely as every muscle in her body tensed and then relaxed. She felt like she was floating back to the bed.

  She opened her eyes.

  She was floating.

  Donnie was using his hands to gently lower her back to the bed. And then he was gone. She couldn't see much in the darkened room but she heard the tell tale sound of a zipper.

  God bless him. He was taking his pants off.

  Finally.

  He was on her in an instant, kissing, touching, pressing his hot hard body against her. And boy was he hard. All muscle and silky hot skin. Especially down there. She moaned as she felt his enormous shaft pressing insistently at her belly. He was too big for her… but there was no going back now. Besides she wanted to feel him inside, even if it hurt.

  He nudged her thighs apart and guided the tip of his member to her opening, slick with her arousal. They both moaned as he pressed gently forward, edging his way inside her. She felt him stretching her wide, spreading her as he pushed himself inside her. He was barely inside her but he felt so big… no wonder he'd taken so much time to prepare her.

  "Sally… oh God…"

  He was holding himself back. She could feel the trembling in his shoulders where he was braced above her. He was literally shaking from the effort of not plunging himself inside her again and again.

  But that's exactly what she wanted him to do.

  She let her hands slide down his back to his hips and then she pulled them towards her, urging him deeper inside her. With a moan, he gave in and drove forward, filling her completely. His bare chest pressed into hers and they both gasped at the contact. Then he was kissing her softly as he started to rotate his hips, lazily circling himself in and out of her.

  It didn't hurt a bit. It felt… incredible.

  Hot and sweet and dirty and good.

  He kept up the slow and deep rhythm until Sally started to thrash underneath him.

  And then he started moving faster.

  "Oh!"

  She felt herself quickening again. She knew she was getting close. He was too judging from the way his shaft was pulsing inside her. She wanted to make him explode the way he had made her fly up off the bed. She wanted him to lose himself in her…

  "I'm sorry- oh God Sally I can't-"

  "Don't stop Donnie! Please just-"

  He froze above her and then started pistoning in and out of her at a frenzied pace. Her sex felt like it was on fire, her body about to burst into flames. He pumped into her again and again until she cried out and lifted her hips higher and higher. Shockwaves of pleasure tore through her, making her shake as Donnie poured himself into her, his member jerking as his essence filled her up completely.

  He didn't stop until the last tremors of pleasure had faded away. Then he kissed her softly and rolled to her side, pulling her with him. He held her without speaking for a long time.

  She felt… good. Really, really good.

  She hadn't known it could be like this. The before, the during, or the after.

  Finally he stirred and started pulling his clothes on. She stood and reached for her bra and panties. She looked up and he was watching her get dressed mournfully.

  "I should just keep you in here. Hide your clothes."

  She giggled and threw his shirt at him, sighing regretfully as he covered up his gorgeous chest and shoulders. He grinned and held out his hand.

  "Come on, let's go."

  "Where?"

  "Back to the bar."

  "But- everyone will know what we just did!"

  He smiled at her devilishly.

  "I know."

  "Donnie!"

  She pulled her hand back.

  "What? I want everyone to know you are with me."

  "You planned this!"

  He pulled her in for a kiss but she stood stiffly in his arms.

  "No. I didn't."

  "Donnie, I'm not going back in there."

  "You want to sneak out the back?"

  "Maybe I do."

  He shook his head.

  "No baby. You are with me now and it's time people knew."

  He pulled her into the hallway. She went with him willingly enough, though she had her doubts. When they walked into the barroom she was in for an unpleasant surprise.

  Kaylie and Devlin were gone. Janet sat at the bar with Jack. She waved them over.

  As they walked through the room it erupted in boisterous cheers. The whole place was chanting D
onnie's name. Sally's face was red as she pulled her hand out of his grip.

  He swiveled his head back toward her.

  "I- have to use the ladies room."

  He nodded and pointed back the way they had come. She hurried back toward the restrooms as the men slapped Donnie's back. She turned back and saw Janet scolding Jack for giving Donnie a high five. Then she ran.

  **********

  Devlin stared at the woman on his bed. The woman he was trying to make love to.

  His woman.

  But Kaylie just wanted to talk.

  He sighed and paced back and forth in his room above the clubhouse.

  Pacing was the only thing keeping him from jumping her.

  Maybe if they talked, she'd let him...

  "I'm confused Kaylie. I thought you didn't want to get married?"

  "No, Dev I said I didn't want to get married yet. Besides you never even asked me."

  "I asked your mom!"

  Kaylie rolled over and pulled her button down shirt shut. He moaned inwardly. Once she started buttoning that thing it would take forever to get her out of it again. He hadn't had her in a week.

  And it had been a long week.

  He'd spent it wondering if he'd ever get to hold his sweet girl again.

  He'd spent wondering if he'd ever recover if he didn't.

  "No Devlin. You asked her if she'd like you for a son in law. She said yes. She meant it. She just didn't think you meant right away."

  "Is she mad?"

  Kaylie shook her head, causing her golden brown waves to ripple over her shoulders. Her clothed shoulders. Well, it was hard to be mad when she was looking so sweetly at him. He could see her white lace bra peeking out from her still unbuttoned shirt.

  "No. She thinks it's sweet. And she said it's up to me."

  He waited expectantly.

  "So?"

  She rolled her eyes and reached for her buttons, slipping one into place.

  "You are going to have to ask me properly and find out."

  He started towards her. Well, if that was all it took-

  "With a ring. And not right now."

  She sat up and primly started to dress herself. He growled and pounced on her. She squealed as he started devouring her earlobe. He knew that made her crazy. And she smelled so sweet.

  He unbuttoned her shirt again, making her laugh and push at his shoulders.

  "Devlin! We are having a serious discussion here!"

  He lifted his head and stared down as his beautiful girl.

  "Yes. We are."

  He saw the surrender in her eyes a split second before his lips were on hers, kissing her senseless.

  All he had to do was ask.

  He'd think about what that meant. But later.

  Much later.

  9

  Sally ran along the dark sidewalks, wiping hot tears off her cheeks. How could he humiliate her like that? He must have known what would happen. Damn him!

  She had a moment of regret- imagining how he would feel when he realized she'd run out on him. She knew he wouldn't understand why she was so upset. But she was a private person. She'd learned to protect her personal life when her career had started to take off. What had happened between them was secret and special.

  Very, very special.

  She'd never felt anything like that in her life. Not even close. He'd shaken her to her core, opened her up with his words and hands and mouth and… then exposed her to the club. It felt like the worst kind of betrayal.

  He owed her an apology at the very least. And she owed him- nothing. She'd given him what he wanted already. He'd just have to be satisfied with that.

  Besides, she wasn't sure she could go through that again even if she wanted to his girlfriend. Everyone in that clubhouse knew what they'd been doing. They'd cheered for him like she was some sort of conquest.

  She felt sick.

  Well, she didn't have to go back. She was a free woman. He'd given her one night of unforgettable passion but that was it. They'd both have to move on. She certainly wasn't laying down for him in the clubhouse again. Maybe she should move to another town.

  Another state.

  The thought of leaving filled her with sadness. She'd made a life for herself here. It was a far cry from the glamorous life she'd had in Nashville, but in a lot of ways it was better. More real. She'd miss it.

  She'd miss Donnie most of all.

  She walked up to her tiny little house and pulled out her keys. She unlocked the door without thinking.

  Without noticing that not all the locks were making that same satisfying thud they usually did.

  She walked inside and flipped the light switch.

  Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

  "Hello sweetheart."

  She spun, reaching out for the bat.

  It was gone.

  Carl was standing in the hallway, holding the bat in his hands.

  Sally's whole body turned ice cold.

  He was going to kill her.

  Hell no.

  She wasn't going to let him.

  WHAM

  He backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling into the living room. She scrambled for the couch and the hidden mace under the cushion.

  He was laughing behind her.

  The bastard was laughing.

  When Carl laughed like that it wasn't just a bad sign.

  It was the worst sign.

  "Whatcha lookin' for sweetness?"

  He walked toward her and she scooted back on her hands and knees as he circled around the room.

  "I found all your little toys honey. I've got them now."

  He held up her bat, taunting her with it.

  "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to start with this. It would be over too quickly that way. Let's start with an old friend. Then we can warm up to… other things."

  He tossed the bat aside and pulled his belt off. She shielded her face as he brought the belt down on her head and shoulders.

  THWAP.

  Dear God it hurt.

  He lifted his arm again and again. Sally stopped trying to figure out a way to fight back and started to pray.

  Please lord, save me from this peril. I swear that I will never take the lord's name in vain. I will never-

  "Ahhhhhh!"

  She couldn't help it. She screamed.

  Carl was beating her in earnest, not holding anything back. He stopped for a moment and kicked her with his heavy boots. She peered up at him from between her crossed arms. He was snarling like a rabid mutt.

  "Did you lay with him? Tell me, you whore!"

  He kicked her again. She was trying to figure out how to get ahold of his foot when he kicked her again, this time in the gut. She rolled over, moaning and clutching her belly.

  "Did you fuck him? Tell me!"

  He lifted his arm again, raising the belt over his head. She forced herself to answer. Maybe he'd stop if she could convince him.

  "Who? I don't know what you are talking about!"

  "The guy who keeps riding by! The monkey on the motorcycle!"

  Oh God. How long had he been watching her? He must mean Donnie… Donnie must have been riding by unbeknownst to her. Checking up on her. It was sweet of him. It was going to get her killed though. Her silence must have confirmed it for Carl because he threw back his head and stared at the ceiling.

  "That's too bad honey. I told you I would kill you if you ever touched another man. But first, I'm gonna kill him. Where's he at now? You tell me and I'll make it nice and quick when it's your turn. Otherwise, you and me are gonna have some fun."

  Like hell they were!

  A sound outside must have distracted Carl because he turned his head for an instant. That was all the time Sally needed. She rolled to her feet and landed a running kick to his gut, knocking him into the entryway. He was scrambling backwards and she rained drop kicks into him until he lay still, with her boot on his throat.

  It wasn't exactly textbook martia
l arts but it had done the trick.

  The door crashed open behind her. She didn't turn to see who it was. She didn't have to.

  Donnie.

  **********

  Donnie was staring at his tiny little woman. She had her heel on a man's throat. He looked around the place. That must have been one hell of a fight.

  The man on the floor was whimpering incoherently.

  Good.

  He walked over to the sniveling bastard and stepped on his hand until he released the belt he was gripping. He started to roll him over but Sally was frozen in place, obviously afraid to take her foot off his throat.

  "Sally, honey let me take over. You did good baby."

  He stared at the piece of shit on the floor.

  "Real good."

  She nodded and pulled her foot back. Donnie rolled the guy onto his face and quickly strapped his arms together. The scumbag had a pistol tucked into the back of his jeans. Donnie used his shirt to pick it up and slide it away from them.

  "You got a rope or something?"

  She left the room and was back in a minute with another belt. This one was pink. He smiled and tied the bastard's feet. The little shit heel wasn't going anywhere. He pulled out his cell and texted Dev and Jack to bring the guys over and to send a car for Sally. Then he stood up and finally got a good look at her face.

  Sally was bleeding. A lot. Her lip, her ear and what looked like a few lacerations around her neck and shoulders.

  "Oh honey…"

  He took a step toward her but she stepped away from him.

  "I'm fine."

  "No, you're not honey."

  "Don't call me that."

  He stopped, confused. She wasn't acting like a damsel in distress who'd just been rescued by her man. Then he remembered. He'd momentarily forgotten that she'd dipped out on him at the clubhouse. He'd forgotten about the ribbing they'd gotten from the rest of the club. Her eyes were narrowed as she stared at him.

  Clearly, she had not forgotten.

  "Come on now Sally, don't be like that. They were just havin' a little fun at my expense."

  "Your expense? What about me? I'm the one who looked like a whore."