Doozer (Burning Saints MC Book 5)

by Jack Davenport

  “Minus, this is about something more important than road trips and community fundraisers,” Taxi said.

  “You must have moose balls to come into my office and tell me you’re gonna take one of my patches.”

  Taxi raised his hands. “I never said I was taking—”

  “We had a deal, and now you just waltz in here and try to claim Trouble as property of the US government.”

  “Wait a minute. I am no one’s fucking property,” I said, shooting to my feet. “Not yours or his.”

  “You sit the hell down.” Minus pointed angrily at me.

  “Don’t get pissed at her,” Taxi protested.

  “You shut the fuck up,” Minus yelled.

  “Look, Minus.” Taxi rose to his feet. “I respect you and all—”

  “Would you two please knock it off?” I said, to no avail.

  “Goddammit, stop fucking interrupting me,” Taxi shouted.

  “Get the fuck out of my office,” Minus shouted even louder.

  And so it continued. Minus screaming at Taxi, and vice versa, while I tried and failed to get a word in. Until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Men had dictated my future one way or another for most of my life and I’d simply had enough.

  “Shut the hell up!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Both of you. This is my life, and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.” I turned to Minus. “I’m your patch not your possession. If you want to kick me out of the club for insubordination, I’ll heat up the brand myself, but I’m not leaving otherwise. I knew what I was doing when I patched in and my loyalty to the Burning Saints has never wavered. The whole reason Taxi wants me to be part of his team is because I’m a biker. I’m not asking to leave, just a chance to broaden my horizons while helping to protect the club the best way I can.”

  “Alright, alright. I can hear you fine. Let’s all take it down a notch,” Minus said, returning to his seat. Taxi and I followed suit.

  “The Beast is getting stronger, Minus,” Taxi said. “Daphne might be in the wind, but she’s clearly still calling the shots in Savannah. Los Psychos are fully under their thumb and our intel says the Spiders are next. The Beast organization is smart, well-funded, and ruthless. They’re poised to infiltrate and influence every major player in the southern US, and they will continue moving west if we don’t stop them. The FBI needs a foothold into their world, and I’m risking my career by betting on bikers to get the job done. Training has already started in Virginia and I’m out of time.”

  “If the Beast poses such a big threat, why does this team of yours consist of bikers and hackers? Why doesn’t the FBI put together a proper task force?” Minus asked.

  “I’m in charge because I helped put Wolf in prison, which made my boss look good to the top brass. You helped me, which earned your sweetheart deal with the FBI, and a promise to help bring the Beast down,” Taxi replied.

  “That deal never said anything about using our members as bait.”

  “She’s not gonna be bait,” Taxi said. “She’s going to be a trained operative, working under my command. You already know what a good shot she is with a long gun. Probably the best raw talent I’ve ever seen, but she could be great if I had more time with her.”

  “Great at killing people,” Minus ground out, and I heard something in his tone that I hadn’t before. A layer of sorrow.

  “Great at protecting her team from a safe vantage point,” Taxi countered.

  “I can see what you get out of the deal, but what about Trouble? What about the Saints?” Minus asked.

  “The best thing Trouble can do for the Burning Saints is to help me stop the Beast,” Taxi replied.

  “And Trouble can decide what’s best for Trouble,” I said.

  “That would be true if not for that,” Minus said, pointing to my kutte.

  He was right and I knew it. I swore an oath on Red Dog’s staff when I joined the Saints. I’d committed myself to the club and the authority of its president. Minus had every right to keep me in Portland and I wasn’t surprised he was pissed at Taxi for “poaching” one of his members. As club president, Minus felt responsible for me, and I truly cherished that, but I really needed him to understand how important this was to me.

  “What did your road captain have to say about all of this?” Minus asked.

  “I haven’t said anything to Sweet Pea, yet. I thought it would be best to speak to you first.”

  “And what about Doozer?

  “He supports me,” I said.

  Minus chuckled. “Uh, huh.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I challenged.

  “It means for a couple of sharp-shooters, neither of you are very sharp.”

  “What?”

  “Neither of you have a clue what a thorn in your fuckin’ side that kid is gonna be the moment Trouble’s plane is wheels up.”

  “I’ve already had a talk with him, and he’s fine with me going,” I countered. “We know it’ll be hard, but—”

  “You don’t know shit,” Minus interrupted. “That boy is over the fuckin’ moon for you, and if you leave his orbit, gravity is gonna fuck with his head, big time.”

  “Minus—”

  “No,” he said. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. End of conversation. Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

  * * *

  Minus

  “Is that really what you said?” Cricket asked me after I’d filled her in on my conversation with Taxi and Trouble.

  I was currently sitting on our bed, my back against the headboard, watching my wife undress. Slowly. I had a feeling she was angling for something.

  I just wasn’t sure what… yet.

  “Yeah, what else could I say?”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t know… yes?”

  “Fuck, no,” I countered. “She’s my first female patch, she’s fuckin’ awesome, and I’ve never in my life known a better mechanic.”

  “Except Hatch.”

  Hatch was Cricket’s brother and the president of the Dogs of Fire in Portland.

  “She’s better than Elwood. Better than Doozer, and even better than Hatch.”

  Cricket raised an eyebrow, unbuttoning her silk blouse. “Bullshit.”

  I licked my lips as she slid her top off, throwing it into the dry-cleaning pile. She settled her hands on her hips, giving me full view of her lacy bra, and I was instantly hard. It didn’t help that she was still in her pencil skirt and strappy heels.

  “She’s as good,” I corrected. I had to walk a fine line with Cricket and her relationship with her brother. He was one of the reasons I was exiled to Savannah back when my love affair with her was getting hot and heavy.

  Hatch didn’t feel I was good enough for her, so for me, he was the man who’d kept me from the only woman I’ve ever loved.

  For Cricket, however, he was not only her brother, but the man who’d stepped up when their mother died, and their father went to prison. Hatch had been barely a man himself when he took on the responsibility of his younger siblings, making sure none of them were separated. He’d raised them the best he knew how and although she knew he wasn’t perfect, he was certainly her hero.

  Her first.

  So, even though I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would pick me over him any day, it would devastate her if either of us made her do that. So Hatch and I’d come to a level of a courteous truce, and our clubs were friendly, which gave us both backup we’d found we’d needed over the past few years.

  She gave me a slight smile. “Okay, as good.”

  I waved a finger toward her. “Keep going, baby. I’m liking the strip tease.”

  She rolled her eyes and removed her watch and rings, setting them in her jewelry box, then facing me again. “Why did you say ‘no,’ honey? The real reason?”

  Jesus, the woman could get to the heart of a matter within seconds. “That is the real reason?”

  “Jase,” she said, her tone one of admonishment.

  “Right
here, baby.”

  “Dig deep.” She crossed her arms, pushing her glorious tits up higher. Ever since giving birth and breastfeeding, her tits were larger than normal, and she was stacked to begin with. “You know Taxi’s recruiting. You know he’s pulling from the Dogs and the Howlers, as well as from us, and you know we could live without her for a little while. Give me the real reason.”

  I palmed my eye sockets in an effort to ward off a headache. “If she goes, Doozer’s gonna be a complete waste of fuckin’ space.”

  “Aw,” she cooed. “You big ol’ softy.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned, and she chuckled, sliding her skirt down her thighs, but keeping her shoes on.

  Fuck me, she was delicious.

  “I just remember how fucked up I was when I went to Savannah,” I explained.

  “But it was good for you in the end.”

  “Was it?” I challenged. “Cutter wanted to toughen me up. Focus me. And it made me hard, but did it make me too hard?”

  She glanced at my growing erection and nodded.

  I chuckled. “He’s gone for her, baby. I know that feeling. I remember feeling that level of love as a younger man, and not having you close fuckin’ gutted me.”

  Cricket shrugged. “Then send him with her.”

  “And lose two patches?” I snapped. “No fuckin’ way.”

  “You’ve just said that if she goes, he’ll be useless, so fix that.”

  “I have. She’s not going.”

  “But she wants to go.”

  “So?” I growled. “She knew what she was doing when she patched-in.”

  “She was in love,” Cricket said. “She patched-in to stay with Doozer.”

  “She patched-in because Doozer and Elwood were so busy with custom bike orders, I needed another mechanic, and this is the best club in the U.S. of fuckin’ A.”

  “This is all very true,” she conceded. “But…”

  “But?

  “You don’t think Trouble has the right to pick which path in life she takes?” Cricket asked. “That young woman has had her life dictated to her from the get-go and she’s spinning out of control, honey. And you know I know what that’s like.”

  “She’s not spinning out of control.”

  Cricket leaned toward me. “She’s absolutely spinning. She’s just really fucking good at hiding her emotions. And you know it.”

  I sighed. She was right. I did know it. Trouble was on edge. She was itching for something, but I’d talked myself into believing she was just itching to ride. We’d been shuttered at the Sanctuary due to Portland rain and we were all jonesing for the road.

  “The problem is, if she goes to Quantico, Doozer’s gonna lose his fuckin’ mind whether he’s here or there. He’s dealing with all this shit with his dad, and he’s also got some major anger issues he’s gotta get hold of. If he fucks up on FBI turf, it could mean jail time.”

  She pulled the clip out of her hair and her blonde waves fell gently around her shoulders. “Then that’s on him, honey.”

  “It’s not on him, Christina, it’s on me.” I slapped my chest. “It means I’m not doin’ my job and protectin’ him.”

  She sighed. “The ultimate protection is letting him love his woman. Taxi will be there to monitor any issues that come up, and Duke and Pearl are barely eight hours away by car. If things get hairy, you can call the cavalry.”

  Duke was the man who’d healed me. He owned a ranch in the Georgia countryside, and he’d ridden with the Burning Saints back in the seventies. He’d never patched into the Burning Saints, but the club had adopted him, anyway. He’d been married to his woman, Pearl, for more than fifty years and he was still a badass at almost eighty.

  “I can’t subject Duke and Pearl to Doozer. They’re elderly, and it’s too much.”

  Cricket settled her knee on the bed, hoisting herself onto the mattress and straddling me. “You’re so cute when you’re being ridiculous. Duke could still kick your ass.”

  I cupped her breasts, tugging the cups down to free her nipples, running my tongue over one nipple, then the other.

  “Was this your plan all along?” I accused, sliding her bra straps down her arms before unhooking it and dropping it to the floor.

  “To get you to suck the girls?” she asked. “Absolutely.”

  I grinned up at her as I rolled her nipples between my fingertips, pinching as I did. “You really think I should let them go?”

  “Yeah, honey, I really think you should let them go,” she said, leaning down to kiss me.

  I dipped my hand under the waistband of her panties and slid it between her legs, slipping my fingers into her wet heat. Cricket dropped her head back and pressed her clit against my palm.

  Just as a howl sounded through the baby monitor.

  “No, no, no, no,” Cricket whined as we both stalled.

  “Be very still. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep.”

  “Mama!” Cutter screamed.

  She dropped her forehead to mine as I slid my hand out of her. “Shit.”

  “I’ll get him,” I said.

  “No, I’ll get him.” She climbed off the bed and threw her shoes in the closet. “You fluff yourself and keep it hard.”

  I chuckled as she padded out of the room, just panties on, and I headed into the bathroom.

  “Babe!” I heard through the monitor. “Little Cut’s decided it’s paint with poo time. I need backup.”

  I shook my head and made my way to Cutter’s room, starting the bath on the way.

  Fucking my wife into oblivion was going to have to wait.

  * * *

  Trouble

  My phone buzzed at about eleven P.M., and when I saw it was Minus, I almost ignored it. Almost.

  “Hey, Prez,” I said.

  “You can go.”

  “What?”

  “You got my blessing,” Minus said. “But I’m gonna tell you what I just told Taxi. I’m not bailing your ass out of any shit he gets you stuck in the middle of. The two of you are on your own. We’ll discuss how and when you return to the club when he’s done with his secret mission.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  Minus hung up and I bit my lip.

  Well, shit.

  “Who was that?” Doozer asked.

  God, I was so not ready to burst our love bubble. We’d had the best night in bed with ice cream and all the toppings that eventually ended up all over us instead of in our bowls. We’d just gotten out of the shower and I was hoping for another few hours of his magic dick.

  “Minus. He wants me to look at a bike tomorrow,” I lied.

  “Right on,” Doozer said, lifting me off my feet. “Time to get you dirty again.”

  “No more chocolate sauce in the puss,” I begged. “That shit’s hard to get out of the vag.”

  “I’ll just have to do a better job of licking it all up.”

  I shivered, leaning down to kiss him. “Okay, honey, have at it.”

  He grinned and dropped me gently on the bed, his face moving between my legs, kissing one thigh, then the other.

  He ran his tongue through my folds and hummed in surprise. “I don’t taste chocolate anymore, baby. I think we got it all.”

  He reached for the chocolate syrup still on the nightstand, dripping a little on his fingertip and smearing in on my mound. He then licked it off and I gasped, arching into his touch.

  “You wanna change your opinion about the chocolate?” Doozer teased.

  I sat up slightly and held my hand out. “Give me the bottle.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s my turn.” I slid off the mattress and knelt in front of Doozer. I wrapped my mouth around his dick and sucked gently.

  He was already rock hard, so I squeezed a little syrup along his length and Doozer chuckled. “What the fuck are you doin’?”

  “I’m making a banana split,” I answered, spraying a little whipped cream over the top of the chocolate sauce.

  “Jes
us, that’s cold.”

  I ran my tongue over his length, swallowing the sweetness as Doozer grew harder. “You taste good.”

  He ran his thumb over the apple of my cheek. “You rethinkin’ the benefits of chocolate sauce?”

  “Absolutely,” I said, taking him in my mouth again, sucking as I slid my mouth back and forth, taking every ounce of the sweetness before finally giving him what he needed.

  I drew him back into my mouth, taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and dragged it up and down as I kept working him with my mouth.

  “Gonna fuck your mouth now,” Doozer warned, and I nodded, squeezing him gently.

  He gripped my scalp and began to rock. Slowly at first, then harder and harder, and I took him deeper and deeper. At one point, he was so deep, my eyes started to water.

  I squeezed him gently, pulling back slightly, and Doozer slowed down. “You okay?” he grunted.

  I nodded, pulling back enough to say, “Don’t stop until you come.”

  He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I wrapped my lips back around him and he moved again, fucking my mouth until he gripped my scalp again as his body locked. He let out a quiet hiss, then I felt the warmth of his cum down my throat and I swallowed as his dick pulsated with this orgasm.

  I released him with a quiet pop and grinned up at him. “I think you’re tastier than stupid ol’ chocolate.”

  He dropped his head back and laughed. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”

  “Don’t you ever forget it.” I rose to my feet and Doozer wrapped his arms around me. I wove my fingers into his hair at the base of his neck.

  “What did Minus really want?”

  “Huh?”

  “Don’t ‘huh’ me,” he ordered, gently. “I know when you lie to me, Stephanie. You have a tell.”

  “What?” I squeaked. “What kind of tell?”

  “If I spill that information, you might be able to lie to me, so it’s not happening.” He cupped my face and kissed my nose. “So, tell me what Minus really said.”