Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  But I knew it was always for me.

  And I could feel my cold exterior melting away under the heat of that grin.

  His cockiness translated well onstage. His effortless strutting and natural arrogance only fueled his performance, even when he opened up briefly to belt out a strikingly powerful lyric.

  The entire set was over far too quickly. They had performed the same length of time as the others – somewhere around the forty-five minute to hour mark – but they blazed through the songs with a tenacity that wrapped up out of nowhere.

  Oddly, they didn’t perform their main single.

  With a swift bow, the band descended backstage amid the constant screams of Encore! Encore! Encore!

  The lights dimmed, and nobody returned.

  Undaunted, the mob continued to chant…

  Until they all returned, picking up their instruments. This close, I could see that they were going through the motions – there was no improvisation here.

  But they also looked a little tired.

  They really did want to stop for the night.

  “Wow, these Alabama fuckers are plenty greedy, aren’t they?” Trent joked over the mike to his band. “What do you guys think? Think we should cut ‘em off here, or give ‘em what they want?”

  What they want! The crowd bellowed. What they want! What they want!

  “You don’t get a fucking vote!” Trent shouted out over the sound system to them. “But props to that organization, that shit happened fast! What, did you guys form a union while we were hydrating back there?”

  The crowd continued to chant, and the band pretended to deliberate together over the microphones.

  “I dunno, dude, I just put a pizza on…”

  “They seem like a good bunch of folks…”

  “I’m gonna miss my Jeopardy! re-runs, man…”

  Trent finally turned back to the crowd.

  “Alright! ONE more song! IF you’re good! That means, you take the goddamn song and you like it! Is that clear? We good?”

  The crowd was ecstatic.

  “Fantastic. Alright, you might have heard this one a couple of times. Maybe not out here, I hear you fuckers have shit radio reception. Anyway, it’s a little piece we like to call Wicked Wilds…”

  Predictably, the entire mob went ballistic, and the entire band shared a satisfied grin amongst themselves as they began to perform.

  Their sheer stage performance – particularly that of their arrogant, mighty front-man – took a fantastic song and only made it better.

  “My lonely walk along the highway / A silent king with feet a-peelin’ / Empire of dust that shattered my way / My soul regret, I’ve lost the feelin’…”

  Trent continued along the refrain, choosing to skip the chorus the first time to let the guitarists show off. Meanwhile, he head-banged in place along to the tune of their riffs. Eventually, he jumped over to dreadlock guy to mimic his furious strumming for several moments, clearly enjoying himself.

  I couldn’t believe that someone this commanding, this indisputably famous, had even given me the time of day – let alone fought four bikers to a standstill to protect me.

  It filled my head with strange feelings.

  Feelings I couldn’t ignore, let alone control.

  After a major guitar solo, he finally took his place back in front of the microphone – and belted out the chorus that everyone had been waiting for.

  “Reeee-yee-yee-ead my bones… broken, laid, and / Heeee-yee-yee-eed my moans… whispered, taken / Seee-yee-yee-eee my frown… buried, bathed in / Feee-yee-yee-eel my crown… dust and vapor…”

  After another refrain, one clearly just for live shows, and another powerful iteration of the chorus, Trent stepped down and let his band have their moment to close out the set.

  The electric guitar wailed.

  The backup guitar sang.

  The deep bass guitar droned.

  The drums exploded.

  And all the while, Trent simply stood there, hands on the microphone and head bowed, listening to the unrestrained power of his musicians.

  That’s when it struck me.

  I realized, in that blinding moment, that Trent Masters was more than just some arrogant, cocky asshole. Underneath all his pride and self-importance, under his swagger and his gesturing, there was a depth to him – a deep, dark depth visible even now.

  He was a proper leader to his people.

  He let them all have their turn in the light.

  After the improvised detonation of instrumentation descended into a wicked, thirty-second drumroll against the ending drones of the guitars, everyone clashed together into one final, definite note. Right afterwards, Trent ascended to the microphone one last time.

  “WE ARE TRENT MASTERS AND THE WHIPLASH! GET DRUNK, BREAK SHIT, AND HAVE A GOOD FUCKING NIGHT! UNTIL NEXT TIME, YOU BEAUTIFUL SONS OF BITCHES!”

  The lights drowned the stage in darkness, and everyone slipped from their spots. This time, there would be no fake-out return to the stage, no matter how much the crowd screamed.

  But instead of heading back with the band, Trent strolled straight towards us. Our little group was stunned as he latched onto my arm with a powerful, sweaty hand and half-dragged me backstage.

  13

  Trent

  Within moments, we were back at the bus. I tossed her to my bed and quickly stepped into the shower, rinsing the sweat from my pores and the grease from my hair.

  I was in and out in just a couple of minutes. I hadn’t bothered to throw anything more than a pair of jeans on, anticipating the direction of the next hour.

  More accurately, choosing that direction.

  I had been patient long enough.

  She was finally, conclusively mine.

  And I intended to take that privilege.

  The rest of the band knew I was going to be in the bus, and didn’t want to be disturbed. They were free to enjoy their after-party with the others, and to drag their designated, temporary fuck-buddies back to the bus to do the deed.

  But they understood the rule.

  Nobody bothers Trent.

  To my satisfaction, Angel was sitting exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes clearly traced the outlines of my muscles as I took her by the hand, pulling her back into my embrace.

  I discovered to my unending satisfaction that she was putty in my fucking hands. Everything was right in the world, set back to where we had been interrupted.

  But I wasn’t counting on a minor detail.

  The kiss felt fucking fantastic.

  When I felt her lips brush up against mine, sparks fired off in the back of my head. It was on another level entirely.

  Didn’t know a kiss could taste so good…

  Before, it had always come off as just an agreement, signing a contract of services about to be rendered. A kiss prior to stripping them bare and losing myself.

  But this?

  I didn’t know what to do with this.

  Neither did Angel. Her chest was heaving against me, and in the low lighting I could see her eyes, furtively searching my own. It was almost as if they were saying, I don’t know what we’re doing. What are YOU doing? What are WE doing?

  I didn’t really have an answer.

  So I closed mine, bending in for another powerful kiss, pulling her light body up against mine. Her hands rested against my shoulders, almost pushing me away, but sliding around the back of my neck instead.

  I could hear her moan into the kiss, and god fucking dammit if that didn’t make me harder than stone where it mattered.

  We slid backwards, down onto the bed. Circumstances put her lying on top of me, and I pulled her down into another deep, satisfying kiss. I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging lightly to excite her, but hard enough to vent out my sexual frustration.

  This has been a long time coming, I thought to myself. And I intend on making the most of it.

  I let one hand lightly tug at her miniskirt, while the other slapped down h
ard against her ass. She yelped, almost jumping up, but I wouldn’t let her leave me. Instead, my teeth tugged at her lower lip again, inviting her down further.

  I could taste her desire.

  I could feel her racing heartbeat.

  I could sense her nervousness, her anxiety.

  These things only pumped more blood into the stiffening tool between my legs, pushing up against her. My cock ached for fulfillment, strained for release against her. It sensed her furious, hungry need, and it wanted to satisfy.

  With the slightest shift of my body, it was pushing right where it mattered most – up between her thighs, her positioning meaning that with just the smallest movements…

  Angel matched my grinding, pushing against my rock-hard cock in the semi-darkness. Her breathing was audible now, and I kissed her passionately, pressing my tongue up between her lips and against her own.

  My cock flexed against her.

  Yes, I thought to it. I was so close to shredding her clothes from her body and fulfilling my aching need with her.

  This is happening.

  No surprises this time.

  You’ll get your prize.

  With our tongues still writhing against each other’s, I easily flipped her to her back, climbing on top of her.

  My conquest was lying beneath me, trembling. The small amount of light reflected over her eyes, and I dove in for another hungry, delicious kiss…

  Wait.

  Something’s not right.

  There was something in her eyes.

  Something I didn’t like.

  Was she…about to CRY?

  “What’s the matter?” I asked, half seriously but half angrily.

  “N-n-nothing,” she whimpered.

  A deep sigh slid involuntarily from my chest. “Tell me. What’s the problem.”

  “It’s nothing, I swear.”

  “It’s not nothing.”

  “No, it’s just…I’m…”

  “You’re what.”

  She was seriously testing my patience now.

  My conquest, still lying beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn’t having any of that, so I clamped both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her back.

  “Tell me.”

  She trembled harder.

  Her entire body was quivering now.

  “I’m not…I just…”

  Spit. It. The. Fuck. Out.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  It struck me like a sack of bricks.

  I almost laughed.

  “You’re a virgin.”

  She nodded quietly, turning away again.

  “With a body like this… How the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  She blushed, but there was still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this seriously to heart.

  But that’s when I realized.

  A virgin.

  My rightful place.

  “Well…that just means we’ll be going a little slower, doesn’t it?” I whispered to her, trying to sound as tender as I possibly could.

  She turned back.

  “You’d…do that?”

  “You’re damn right I would.”

  Angel looked me in the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she nodded.

  “Okay.”

  I reached down and fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t even have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger of my usual passion.

  Carefully, delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.

  Her tits looked fantastic.

  Her shaved little pussy was glistening.

  Her skin was ready for my pleasure.

  But…

  But.

  I couldn’t believe it. I had never, ever hesitated before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their bodies…it was alien to me to actually care about any of them for longer than the moment.

  “Is…is something wrong?” She asked timidly.

  “No,” I answered immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”

  “You’re…not doing anything,” she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.

  “I’m just savoring the moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.

  I sat down beside her on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid, idiotic hesitance.

  My conquest was here.

  She was ripe, and ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry lust within me screamed: you’re going to be FIRST.

  “This doesn’t feel right,” I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.

  “Wh-what do you mean?”

  Angel was sitting up now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.

  “I…”

  I didn’t have words.

  But she was concerned now.

  Scared.

  I needed to have the right words.

  “I don’t think I can do this to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to fuck you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I can do that to you.”

  It was like an out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this conscience had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled against absolutely defiling her.

  I knew that’s exactly what would happen otherwise.

  Without any hesitation, I could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.

  She was virginal.

  She had no idea what I could do to her.

  But I did.

  And not even just physically.

  I could seriously fuck this girl up.

  And I couldn’t.

  “But I want it, I do,” she whispered.

  “You think you do,” I answered. “You know that you’ll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I’m leaving town soon. We’ll probably never see each other again. What then? How will you handle that?”

  Angel was caught off-guard.

  “I’ll manage,” she finally told me.

  “You’re trembling.”

  My hand slid across her thigh.

  She was shaking in the semi-darkness.

  “I…I’m sorry,” she whispered sadly.

  “No. Don’t be sorry.”

  She looked me in the eyes.

  It seemed like she was shaking a lot less.

  “Do it, Trent,” she whispered.

  “I can’t make you another footnote…”

  “No, you’re not listening to me,” she insisted, her hand sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my cock through the denim.

  I caught her gaze, bearing witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.

  Angel didn’t look afraid now.

  She looked…different.

  “Shut up and fuck me, Trent.”

  Where the fuck is this coming from?

  But I could see it. This wasn’t a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping into bed with me…this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.

  She wanted this.

  She was ready for this.

  My hesitation evaporated, and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with me…

  14

  Angel

  Trent pulled me down into the bed with him, and our bod
ies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.

  I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.

  But, then again, I’d forgotten a lot of things.

  I let him take control.

  Show me, my eyes pleaded.

  Help me learn.

  Teach me.

  And he did. God yes he did.

  Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.

  But he wouldn’t let me.

  Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.

  His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.

  With dripping lust, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.

  He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

  I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.

  I wanted more.

  Needed more.

  Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.

  Almost immediately, his cock sprung to life.

  And it was massive.

  A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.

  But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.

  “You pierced it?” I asked wondrously.

  “Ribbed, for your pleasure,” he chuckled.

  I was fascinated.