In The Red: Nomad Bikers (Devil's Due MC Book 1)

by Chelsea Camaron

  I see a flash of metal as he pulls something from the waistband of the back of his jeans before he slides off his pants. My breathing speeds up as I play myself masterfully, and Dover watches, licking his lips as I see the full length of his proud cock jutting out at me.

  “Commando?” I smirk. “I like it.”

  With a hand on each of my knees, Dover spreads my legs wide, opening my glistening pussy to him. Swatting my hands out of the way he smiles. “I like what I see.” He drops his face down, going to my pussy and immediately parting my lips with his tongue to tease my clit.

  My stomach tightens as I lose myself in the sensations again. He moans, sending vibrations through me.

  Pulling back, he stands, lining his cock up and sliding right in. “Told you I couldn’t hold back.”

  I watch the vein in his forehead strain as he pushes in my tight pussy. I have had lovers, but it has been a while. Dover is not only long, but thick.

  Not making it all the way in, he inches back out, only to slide in again, filling me more each time. “The best, Em,” he says, and I have no clue what he means as I cry out for more.

  He slides both hands down my inner thighs as my ass partially hangs off the side of my bed. With his fingers, he teases the outside of my pussy lips before taking his thumb and rubbing circles over my clit. He quickens his pace, and his thrusts become harder as he gets closer. Reaching up with his free hand, he twists my nipple and sends me over, milking his cock for all that I can.

  “Dover, I can’t … I can’t,” I pant wildly. “I need you.”

  He grunts before finding his own release and filling me with his warm seed. Without pulling out, he lies over me.

  We both laugh. Due to the way my bed is set up and the size, he is almost falling off.

  Having no choice, he pulls out of me to turn us both. “Do I even wanna know why you got a bed sideways in your room?”

  “My room, my rules,” I say, not wanting to admit I was being girly and wanted a daybed look but a little bit larger.

  “Your rules, huh?” he taunts back. “What are your rules?” He seems to roam his hands everywhere, like he can’t stop touching me. It’s distracting.

  “Well, my rules are normally to wrap it up,” I say as I feel him dripping out of me and down my leg. As unromantic as this may be, we are adults, and I need to know he’s clean.

  “Told you I couldn’t hold back. Just so you know, I’m clean. Me and the boys all get regular checkups, and I’ve always been wrapped before.” The tone of his voice has me regretting making this such a serious conversation.

  “I’m on the pill,” I say a little less confidently than I would like, now feeling this is an unnecessary talk. “I’ve never had anyone break the wrap it up rule before, either.”

  He laughs against my ear before climbing over me to settle his weight between my legs. I feel him getting hard again and gasp in surprise.

  “I’m a rebel; what can I say?” Dover says before kissing me again. “I like to break all the rules.”

  There’s one plus for having a small bed: it makes everything we do much closer, which results in waterfall marks down Dover’s back as he works me over before we both pass out diagonally on my full-sized bed with his feet still hanging off.

  Chapter Eleven

  ~Dover~

  “Stay put,” I whisper before kissing her forehead.

  “Huh?” she asks groggily.

  “Hear the rumble? Someone’s outside.”

  “So?” she says, making me want to spank her and laugh at the same time. Any other woman would freak the fuck out that someone is outside their home. Emerson, she just says “so.”

  “You gotta argue about every fucking thing, don’t you? Take note, next time I fuck you, it’ll be till you pass the hell out. It’s a little after six in the morning; you expectin’ company?”

  She shakes her head as she starts to fully wake up. The sound of footsteps on her back porch has me on edge. The guys don’t know I’m here, and I left my phone in the kitchen in the distraction of all things Emerson Flint, so I don’t know who is on the other side of the door. I won’t take chances with Em, though.

  Rolling over, I grab my gun from under my pants on the floor. Then I stand, butt-ass naked, and go to the back door in time to see Judge through the kitchen window. Clicking the safety over on my handgun, I can’t help getting amped up over why they would be here at this time.

  Adrenaline courses through my body as I open the door, grabbing the clean clothes I left in here.

  “Oh, hell,” Rowdy says, entering the space.

  “Sonnie!” Trapper calls out before he whistles. “Oh, Sonnie …”

  Pulling my jeans up but not buttoning them, I simply tuck my junk to the side before I shove Trapper. “She’s asleep.”

  “Where’s she at? If you’re naked, she’s naked, and with all the ink I can see on her arms, I wonder what I haven’t seen,” he taunts me.

  “You don’t want to live to see your next breath, do you, asshole?” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Not really.” Trapper gives me a smirk.

  “Kid missing,” Deacon says low as he makes his way into the kitchen.

  All my brothers’ heads turn to the hallway where I look to see Emerson making her way to us in my T-shirt that goes almost to her knees, and her hair is wild from being freshly fucked.

  My dick gets hard.

  “Go back to bed,” I order.

  She pointedly ignores me and looks around. “Why is everyone here?”

  “Jackass didn’t answer the phone. We got business,” Rowdy explains with a smile then adds, “Sorry we interrupted.”

  Without thinking, Emerson replies, “It’s okay. We were done.”

  I growl, “Go. Back. To. Bed.”

  She puts a hand on her hip. “Got shit to do, fellas, so if you could round yourselves up and find your way out, I’ll see ya at the shop later.”

  I move to her in swift steps, blocking the hallway entrance to the kitchen. “First, we aren’t done till I say we’re done, and Emerson, we are far from done. As a matter of fact, we’re just getting started. As for us leavin’, the boys got business; I got business; you got an issue with locking a fucking door; and you’re my business now. So the way it’s going to go is me and the boys are gonna do business here so I can keep part of my business safe while handling my other business.”

  “And here we go again.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “We fucked, Dover. It was a good time, and now it’s done. You’re right; you and the fellas got business. You’re also wrong, Dover Ragnes. I’m not your business; therefore, you and your buddies can ride out on those shiny steel horses you rode in on so that I can get back to life.” She waves a hand, dismissing me.

  Rolling up on her tiptoes she peeks over my shoulder at the guys. “Good to see y’all again. I’ve been told I lack southern hospitality, so y’all get on out, and we can catch up later.” She waves her hand good-bye at them.

  Cupping her chin, I force her to look at me. “Less than an hour ago, was it my name you were calling out?” I whisper. “Less than an hour ago, was it your nails marking my fucking back? Less than an hour ago, was it my cock buried so deep inside your tight cunt that you could feel my balls against your ass?”

  She swallows hard.

  “You marked me, Em. You are my business. You also got an issue with locking a fucking door, so darlin’, take your sweet ass to bed. Me and the boys can handle some business. When we finish, I’ll give you another round to remind you just how much I take care of my business.”

  “Fuck you, Dover Ragnes! Fuck you!”

  “Oh, baby, I’ll be happy to oblige as soon as I have a brief moment with my boys.” With a wink, I turn my back to her in dismissal.

  I feel her push past me, and I want to reach out and grab her, but she’s on a mission. The hem of my T-shirt moves dangerously high, revealing the line of her panties, causing me to adjust myself. She stomps over to her back do
or, opening it wide and gesturing for us to exit.

  “Everybody out!”

  Rowdy smiles wide, Trapper whistles, Judge drops his head to hide his grin, X shakes his head, and Deacon makes the first move toward the exit.

  “We’ll give you a few minutes. We’ll be out on the porch. Time is of the essence, Collector. Just keep that in mind,” Deacon says, waving his hand for the others to follow.

  They exit, giving Emerson a look of appraisal that has me ready to bust each one of their heads into a wall.

  “Collector,” Emerson says with a tsk. “Collect yourself and leave!”

  “Shut the door, Em.”

  “Collect yourself and leave,” she spits back.

  “Shut the door, Emerson Flint, before I give all the boys a show when I fuck you with it wide open. Last warning.” I stare her down, and she pauses for a beat before finally closing the door.

  “How dare you show up after all this time! I don’t even know why you’re really here, who you even are anymore. We fucked; grown men and women do it all the time. It doesn’t give you some power over my life. You give good, Dover—really, you do—but you can move on now.” She goes to push past me, but I stop her.

  “Darlin’, you give me time, and I’ll tell you why I’m here and who the fuck I am. What I won’t do is keep putting up with that sassy mouth of yours. Fine fucking pussy—best I ever had. That mouth is best used to work my cock, not to fight this between us, got it? As for moving on, I’ll move on when I’m damn well ready.” I tap my index finger on her chin. “You should know I’m just getting started. Get comfortable, baby. I’m gonna let the boys in so we can figure out some shit. You go back to bed. I’ll give you another round to start your day off better than any cup of coffee or cake batter you ever had, promise.”

  With the knock from my brothers at the back door, she stomps off full of fire, though without another word. Grabbing my shirt off the counter, I see where I missed fourteen calls while I was balls deep inside Emerson. I can’t help wanting to kick my own ass for once again failing to be there for someone.

  I open the back door to let the guys in while pulling my shirt over my head and zipping up my jeans.

  “Twelve-year-old girl went missing from the bus stop after school yesterday afternoon. Driver verifies she dropped her off, as well as two neighbor kids. In the walk from the street corner to her house at the end of the cul-de-sac, she was gone,” Judge immediately barks out.

  “Yesterday, as in, less than twenty-four hours ago?”

  “Latch key kid. Parents both work full-time. Sometimes, she hangs out at the neighbor’s until late evening, so when she missed dinner, they weren’t on alert yet. When she didn’t make it home by bedtime, her parents called the police. After checking with the neighbors, the report came out on the scanner, and we picked it up,” Rowdy chimes in. “You were already gone, so we joined the search party and did a shift. When we still couldn’t reach you, we came here.”

  “Fuck,” I say, running my hands through my dark hair as emotions fill me.

  “Randy boy can’t be in two places at one time, brother,” Trapper whispers. “The time she was getting off the bus, he was busy handling two cocksuckers.”

  “True,” Rowdy backs up Trapper’s logic.

  “How is law enforcement handling it?” I ask, knowing protocol from my time carrying a badge.

  Judge’s eyes grow dark. “From what we hacked, they consider her a runaway. She has a biological dad the mom is in a heated custody battle with since the girl apparently wants to go with him. Cops are good ol’ boys, small town shit; they don’t know what could be hiding out right under their fucking noses.”

  “Could she be a runaway?” I ask.

  “Possibly, but time is ticking if she ain’t,” Rowdy tells me what I already know.

  Deacon looks down the hallway again. I turn to see what he sees, finding nothing. I raise an eyebrow.

  “Think you got some other business to handle, Collector. We’ll go scan the area to see what we find now that the crowd has simmered down. Check back at Old Dog’s shop around eleven hundred.”

  Trapper, being a nosey bastard, strolls casually down the hallway. “She’s got fish!” he says playfully.

  The guys look at me, and I shrug my shoulders. I didn’t exactly take the time to investigate the whole house. In fact, we never made it beyond the kitchen and bedroom.

  “Bitch ain’t gotta fucking couch, but she’s got a huge tank,” he informs us, coming back to the kitchen. He looks at me. “She also ain’t goin’ back to sleep, so you may need to do some damage control, brother.” With a slap on the shoulder, Trapper leaves the house with X giving me a nod before following him.

  “Hot as fuck, that one,” Rowdy says before he changes to a serious face. “Sonnie, she’s the kind of woman who carries her heart on her sleeve. She doesn’t hold back. She doesn’t care to hide who she is; we can all see it. Gotta tell ya, Collector, we respect it. That’s the kind of woman you give your all to. If you can’t do that, then don’t go another round. Walk. The fuck. Away.” He nods to me, stepping over the threshold of her back door. “Before you do, though, give her the truth. She can handle it and deserves it.”

  Judge stands from the kitchen chair he was sitting in. “Rowdy has her pegged. We all see it. Sonnie lives her life in color. Collector, our lives are black and white, right and wrong. If you can’t give it to her right, then you gotta let her go. Otherwise, you’re in the wrong.” He exits without looking back.

  I want to break something. Actually, I want to break all their necks for showing up here and making me question everything. Tonight wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. After having a small taste of her, I can’t walk the fuck away. The problem is, this group of men are a great judge of character. They do read people well, and I agree with what they have read into Emerson. I just don’t know how to walk away when every part of me is pulled right back into the full-sized bed containing a dark-haired, tattooed beauty in the other room.

  Deacon is the last to move. At the door, he stops and looks at me. “They’re wrong about you. She marked you a long fucking time ago. Can’t walk away when she’s got herself in there with you deep. Just gotta make sure you do it right, brother. Give her the truth because danger is at her door.” He turns away to take a step, only to stop and look over his shoulder once more. “Don’t leave her in the dark. In fact, let this be the light for you both. Maybe this is the good to come from Raleigh. Don’t walk away from that.”

  He closes the door, and all I can think of is fighting the pull, resisting my instincts to make her mine as the doubts fill me. I can’t help but feel like Deacon may be right.

  Maybe this is the good to come from Raleigh.

  Could it be?

  Chapter Twelve

  ~Emerson~

  My mind spins like a movie reel. There isn’t a time from my childhood I don’t remember Dover being a part of. After Raleigh was gone, he would park his motorcycle at the end of my driveway, just sitting there. I wondered from time to time, if he was waiting for her to come bouncing out the front door and to him. I wished I could make that happen. I don’t think he meant for anyone to see him there. My mother would never talk about it, that is, if she even noticed.

  From behind the pink and white curtains, I peeked out and watched. Sometimes, I felt like he could see me … really see me. It was like his pain was my pain, and my pain was his. A driveway and a house separated us, but our hearts still ached just the same no matter the distance.

  When he left for college, there were times he visited home. Again, I would look out of my window to see him sitting at the end of our drive. Closing my eyes, my mind would take me outside to him. At first, I wanted to hug him and remember my friend. The more my life changed, the more I wanted to ride off to wherever he would take me.

  Sitting Indian-style on my bed in just a pair of panties and Dover’s T-shirt from last night, I try to wrap my head around everything. Then I stret
ch my legs out in front of me, feeling deliciously sore.

  Dover Ragnes took me for a ride last night, one I’m not sure I will ever forget. One I may hold on to inside my heart, but I certainly must let go of in my life.

  Lost in my thoughts, I miss the conversation of the men in my kitchen. When a blur of a person goes down the hall, I stand up and move to my dresser to slide on some sweatpants.

  “She’s got fish!” I hear Trapper’s excitement and can’t help laughing to myself. I don’t know what to make of any of the guys, but Trapper certainly is one of a kind.

  Gathering clean clothes, I’m getting ready to shower when I hear the sounds of everyone leaving. On a sigh, I turn toward the doorway to see Dover leaning on the jamb. His dark hair is wild, in need of a haircut and for him to stop running his hands through it. The black T-shirt that matches the one I’m currently wearing fits snuggly around his muscular torso and chest while it hangs on me. The fit of his jeans is relaxed—not overly baggie, but nowhere near the tight wranglers found on some of the country boys in the area.

  “Like what you see?” he asks with a half-smile and a rasp to his voice.

  Immediately, my body comes alive.

  Tapping my finger on my chin, I pretend to be giving it some thought. The truth is, I more than like what I see … I just have no business admitting it.

  “You have business; I’m in need of a shower. Get goin’.” I brush him off and pass him on my way to the bathroom, lacking the energy to argue with him. “I don’t wanna fight with you. I don’t know you, and it’s okay. We made some more memories for the vaults in our minds. Now you do you, and I’ll do me.”

  Following me into the small space of my bathroom, he doesn’t miss a beat. “I wanna get to know you, Em. Not Sonnie, not Emerson; I want to get to know Em. The woman with tulips dancing down her arm, the woman who gives as good as she gets. I’ve got shit to do. What brought me to Alabama isn’t finished, but neither are we. Don’t fight with me and don’t fight your pull to me. Let’s just take it one step at a time.” His eyes plead with mine as I find myself nodding my head. “I told you this changed things, and I meant every fucking word.”