Doozer (Burning Saints MC Book 5)

by Jack Davenport

  “Not that mess,” Trouble said dryly, before firing a paintball directly to my mid-section.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Doozer

  “OW! THAT SHIT stings!” I cried out to the delight of Cricket’s kitchen staff.

  “Serves you right for calling her a swamp creature,” Cricket scolded.

  “I said Swamp Thing. You know. The comic book,” I corrected.

  “That’s the problem. Guys know too much about comic books, and not enough about how to treat women.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I challenged. “How’s that?”

  “You should treat her like a princess,” Cricket said.

  Trouble and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  “Thank you for having my back, Cricket, but I’m afraid this turd bucket is right. None of that princess crap for me. I’d never be caught dead in a ball gown. Besides, he’s usually extremely sweet to me. Not that he’d dare show it in front of all you macho assholes.”

  More laughs from our apron-clad brothers filled the kitchen.

  Trouble patched over to the Burning Saints from BFK about a year ago and had no problems fitting right in with our crew. We needed another capable mechanic, and Cowboy felt she was ready for a change. “Hungry to chew on somethin’ new for a while,” as he put it. She’d grown up riding and proven herself to be loyal to both BFK and the Saints. She was tough, smart, a more than capable mechanic, and the sexiest woman I’d ever crossed paths with.

  I leaned in a gave her a kiss. “I don’t care if the whole world knows. I’ll shout it from the rooftop,” I said, cupping my hands around my mouth. “I’m in love with a shrub!”

  Trouble began to raise her rifle, but I stopped her with another kiss.

  “That’s better,” she said softly.

  Growing up, I’d been taught to keep expectations of people low. My father constantly drilled into me that people were mostly selfish and never to be trusted. He told me repeatedly to never base my future on anyone else. The sooner I got used to the idea that I was on my own, the better, but for the first time in my life I was looking forward to my future. A future with her.

  “How ’bout we get you out of these wet clothes and into a hot shower?” I asked.

  “Even better still,” she replied.

  “I’m gonna take Trouble to our bunk. I’ll be back in a bit.” I told Cricket and led my woman back to our shared space. I’d never lived with any of my girlfriends before and I was surprised by how great it was. At least it was great with her. I’m not sure how I would feel with someone else, but with her, things were pretty easy fuckin’ breezy.

  Until recently, that is.

  Trouble stripped her gear off and I started the shower. The bunk houses were among the oldest buildings on the Sanctuary property and the water took forever to heat up. If things with Trouble kept going well, I was hoping to find us an apartment of our own in Portland. Even though Trouble had a “tom-boy” streak and could hang with the guys, she was still one hundred percent woman. Tough, but sensitive. Sometimes I had to remind myself not to take my teasing too far. She was an only child who’d lost her father when she was young. I was used to sibling rivalries, competition, and endless ball breaking.

  “Hey, you okay?” I asked, sensing something was on her mind. “I didn’t actually hurt your feelings with that swamp thing shit, did I?”

  “What?” She replied, clearly lost in thought. “No, no. It’s nothing. We can talk about it later.”

  “Well, which is it?” I asked. “Nothing, or is there something we need to talk about?”

  She smiled. “Honestly, talking is the last thing I want to do right now.”

  “Oh, yeah? What do you want to do?”

  “How ’bout you strip and join me in the shower, and I’ll show you.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice.

  * * *

  Trouble

  I stepped into the shower and shoved my head under the hot water. God, what the hell was I going to say to Doozer? Luckily, he was a man who never turned down sex and every time I needed to distract him, I just showed him my tits. It worked every time and often helped to distract me as well.

  Just like clockwork, Doozer joined me in the shower, already hard and ready, turning me to face him and kissing me like it would be our last.

  And maybe it would be.

  I forced back tears, sliding my tongue across his as he lifted me and braced my back against the tile, burying his beautiful cock to the hilt. I gripped his shoulders and arched as much as I could in the tiny space.

  “Fuck,” he breathed out. “So good.”

  “I need more,” I begged, and he slid out, stepping back so I could settle my feet on the floor.

  “Ankles,” he ordered, and I bent down and grabbed my ankles.

  The second he’d discovered I’d had ten years of gymnastics as a kid and was more flexible than the average human, this position had become one of his favorites.

  My body was primed, my nipples were hard, my pussy soaked, and I needed him inside of me. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long, and he held me steady as he slid into me from behind.

  “You good?” he grunted out.

  “Yes,” I rasped.

  “Trust me?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  He made sure I was secure and wouldn’t slip, then he reared back and slammed so deep, I cried out as I almost came.

  “Towel rail,” he bit out and I raised enough to grip the rail, then he was slamming so hard, I came twice before he was close to done. But then his finger slid into my tight hole and I exploded again.

  “Marco!” I screamed, and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me, my back to his front as his cock pulsed inside of me.

  “We’re not done,” he growled, letting me clean up before turning off the water and carrying me to the bed, despite the fact we were both soaking wet.

  Settling me gently on the mattress, he pushed my knees apart and kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other before running his tongue along my folds, sucking my clit gently as he slid two fingers inside of me.

  I gripped his scalp and slid one leg over his shoulder, while I dug my other heel into the bed, lifting my hips slightly to get closer.

  As I rode the wave to another orgasm, he kissed his way up my body, drawing a nipple into his mouth as his cock pressed at my entrance.

  “Marco,” I begged, and he slid his tip inside of me, grinning as he ran his tongue over my lips.

  “What do you want, Steph?”

  I don’t want to leave you.

  “I want your dick to tear my pussy apart.”

  “Happily,” he breathed out, slamming into me, linking my fingers with his and dragging them above my head, holding them hostage with one hand as he slid the other between our bodies and worked my clit.

  I tried to pull my hands away, but he was too strong, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust with one of my own.

  It was too much.

  He let out a quiet grunt, then he released my hands, continuing to work my clit with one hand while rolling a nipple with the other.

  My orgasm rolled over me slow and sweet as he covered my mouth with his and kissed me gently.

  I grinned against his lips. “It’s always so, so good,” I panted out.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “Love you too.”

  “Time to tell me what’s been buggin’ you,” he announced, sliding out of me, and rolling onto his back. He tugged me over his chest and patted my bottom. “All of it.”

  “We have to get back to the party,” I said, hoping to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Even though I knew we had to have it. “Cricket looked like she needed all the help she could get.”

  “Nice try, blue eyes,” Doozer said, with a squeeze. “Come on. Spill.”

  “Okay,” I sighed. “You know Taxi, right?” Starting off on the clumsiest of conversation foot possible?”

  “Taxi? The
FBI agent who saved both our lives? Yeah, I think I’m familiar,” Doozer teased.

  Last year a rival club called the Gresham Spiders planned to kidnap and execute a member of the Burning Saints and Doozer had been selected. Wolf, their new chapter president, was looking to settle a score with Minus, and wanted to send our club a clear message that the Spiders were not to be fucked with. Taxi was working undercover as a member of the Spiders and intervened, saving Doozer’s life. He also stepped in when I went after Wolf with my father’s gun. I didn’t know Doozer was alive at the time, and had Taxi not stopped me, I wouldn’t be.

  “Stop it,” I said, playfully smacking his bare, rock-hard, chest. “This is hard for me.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry, babe,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m listening.”

  “Well, you know we’ve been working together every day on my shooting—”

  “Oh shit.”

  Doozer sat up suddenly, taking me along for the ride.

  “Are you gonna tell me that you and Taxi are fucking?” he asked, in a way that sounded more hurt than accusatory.

  “What? Ew. Gross. No, you idiot,” I squealed and smacked his chest again, this time not so playfully. “He’s offered me a position on a team he’s putting together.”

  “A team? What does that mean?”

  “It means Taxi wants me to come work for him at the FBI as a tactical shooter.”

  “Work for him… as in… like a job?”

  “That’s the idea,” I replied.

  Doozer broke into a wide smile. “That’s fuckin’ fantastic, baby! I’m so proud of you.”

  “You’re not upset?”

  “Upset? Hell, no. This is great news,” Doozer said excitedly. “Besides, a second ago I thought you were gonna leave me for Taxi.”

  “Why do you always think I’m looking to shack up with an older man?”

  “Maybe it’s because I still can’t believe you waste your time with a biker bum like me,” he replied.

  “You are not a bum,” I scolded, before kissing his soft, full lips.

  “Try telling that to my dad,” Doozer said.

  “You could tell him yourself if you ever talked to him.”

  “We talk,” Doozer replied, dismissively.

  “You talked for a minute and a half on the phone over a month ago, and that was about RV parts.”

  “Yeah. Like I said. We talk.”

  “Did you really think I was hooking up with Taxi?”

  “No, not really. It’s not like I don’t trust you or anything like that. It’s just that the two of you have been spending a lot of time together and we haven’t. You know. It makes a guy wonder. That’s all.”

  “Doozer,” I said with an exaggerated gasp. “Are you jealous?”

  “Jealous? Me? No way.”

  “Mmmm hmmm.”

  “Look at it from my perspective. Here you are, the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world, and you’re out in the woods, alone with some dude.”

  “Some dude? A second ago, you brought up the fact that Taxi saved your life.”

  “Our lives,” Doozer corrected. “Plus. He did sort of kill me.”

  “First of all, it’s still too soon to joke about the time we all thought you were dead, and secondly he didn’t save my life, he prevented me from ending Wolf’s.”

  “Which would have gotten you killed by the Spiders for sure,” he said.

  “You don’t know that” I said, knowing full well Doozer was right.

  “What I do know for sure is that I’m glad Taxi was there that night to stop you. I also know how incredible you are, and I’m not surprised he wants to hire you.”

  “Thank you,” I said, kissing him again. “I’m so glad you didn’t freak out. I was really worried you were going to be upset about all of this.”

  “How could I be anything but happy for you? Besides, it means all these mornings without you were worth it. Your training obviously went well, and once you know your schedule, we can finally synch back up. Plus, now that you’re working, that’ll speed up our plans to move out of the Sanctuary and get our own place.”

  My heart sank like stone and my face must have shown it.

  “What is it?” Doozer asked.

  “My training isn’t over just yet,” I replied. “It’s only just starting, and…”

  “And?”

  “And the FBI doesn’t have a training facility in Portland.”

  “So, what? You keep running around in the woods with Taxi until you’re officially hired? For how long?”

  “Not exactly,” I said. “Taxi is taking me back with him to Quantico, Virginia, where he’ll report for his new post, and I’ll begin training at the FBI training academy.”

  “Quantico?” Doozer asked in a tone and manner more akin to what I had originally expected. “For how long?”

  “Eight weeks.”

  “That’s two fucking months,” he growled.

  “Normally, training at Quantico is twenty weeks, but Taxi’s team is being fast-tracked. Some of the other guys have already started.” I said, hoping these bits of information would alleviate the sting of the news.

  “Oh, that solves everything,” he replied.

  “I thought you were happy for me?”

  “I was…I am, I… just thought you meant Taxi was offering you a job here in Portland, not on the other side of the fucking country. Not that you would be gone for two fucking months.”

  I broke eye contact and said nothing.

  “Trouble? There’s something else you’re not telling me. What is it?”

  Dammit.

  “Once training is over, I may not be coming back to Portland at all.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Doozer

  “SO, YOU’RE KICKING my ass to the curb after all,” I said, shooting out of bed.

  “No, it’s just that the team Taxi’s putting together may not be based out of Portland. It sounds like it might not be based out of anywhere.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure, and there’s not a whole lot I can tell you, other than I’m not breaking up with you.”

  “You’re moving to Virginia for two months and who the hell knows where after that, and this is the first I’m hearing of it?” I dragged my hands down my face. “Not really interested in the long-distance thing, ya know.”

  “Oh, that’s great,” Trouble hissed. “My pussy won’t be at your beck and call, so now you’re dumping me?”

  “I’m not the one skulking around in the dark hours of the morning with another man.”

  “There’s no fucking skulking, Marco. I have given you my schedule from the get,” she growled. “If you’ll notice, I gave you so much detail, even down to when I may or may not need to pee.”

  I sighed. I was being a complete asshole, but I couldn’t seem to control the emotions swamping me.

  “Train here,” I rasped.

  “I can’t.”

  “Why the fuck not?” I bellowed.

  “Because that’s not how this works!” she bellowed back. “And now I’m wondering if you’ve always been a dick or if it’s just me who brings it out in you.”

  “Goddammit!” I snapped, my fist connecting with the wall, punching a perfect circle in the drywall as permanent reminder of my blind stupid rage.

  “Doozer,” she admonished, sliding off the mattress and approaching me like she might a feral cat ready to attack her. “Let’s back this up a little,” she said, placing her hands tentatively on my chest. “Take a breath.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and did just that.

  “Now take another,” she directed, and I met her eyes. “I’m not leaving you.”

  “Bullshit.”

  She gripped my chin and squeezed. “I’m not fucking leaving you, Doozer. You are one of the most important things in my life, but I’m also well aware that if I give up a dream for a boy, then I’m a douche, and I will never, never be a do
uche, capiche?”

  I pulled my face out of her vice grip and dropped my forehead to hers. “Jesus, Steph, you’re not a douche.”

  “I know.” She cupped my face again, this time gently, and she ran her thumb over my lower lip. “If I could take you with me, I would. The thought of being away from your magic wand, even for a night, makes me crazy, but this is important to me. It’s a chance at a purpose, honey. One that I’d very much like to share with you.”

  “And if you decide I’m not part of that purpose?” I whispered, my gut churning with every fear spoken aloud.

  “How could you not be part of my purpose, Marco? You’re the reason any of this is even happening.”

  “And if that reason is bigger than us? What if we drown?”

  “There are lots of things that will be bigger than us, honey. And we won’t drown. We’re fucking champion swimmers.”

  She grinned and I couldn’t stop a smile myself.

  “You’re better at the backstroke than I am,” I retorted.

  She pushed on my chest, backing me to the bed. “Then I think you need to practice.” She shoved me and I fell onto the mattress, and she promptly straddled me.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Trouble

  “ABSOLUTELY, FUCKING, ABSOLUTELY, not,” Minus bellowed. His huge hand slapping down on the top of his heavy oak desk.

  “You said absolutely twice,” I replied, dryly.

  “That’s how fucking absolute I am.”

  “Minus—”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t gonna happen.”

  “Can you please just hear us out?”

  “No fucking way, Trouble. BFK may play fast and loose about its members coming and going but the Burning Saints don’t. I told you that when you patched over. The Saints are a full-time club.”

  “I’m not asking for vacation time, Minus. Taxi is asking for my help. He’s asking me to be part of something important.”

  “So, the Saints aren’t important to you? The work you do with us for our community isn’t important?”

  “No, of course not. That’s not what I meant.”

  “Look, Trouble. When Cowboy and I talked about you coming to our club he told me that you’d need to stay busy. He said, as long as you had something to do with your hands, the ghosts in your head would stay quiet. He also warned me that you had a good streak of wanderlust in you. Between your shop schedule and the volunteer work you do with Cricket, I figured we had the first part licked. And I can send you on a run any time you like if you need to get some road under your tires.”