Dark Menace MC: Stone

by Tory Richards

Ty’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “I hope you can handle fast and non-stop,” he joked, shaking her hand.

  “I was a bartender at my last job,” Rachel smiled.

  “Fuck, I love her all ready,” he grinned, shooting me an appreciative glance.

  “We got lucky.” I caught Rachel’s gaze.

  She just shrugged, the smile never leaving her face. “You never asked.”

  “Hey! A little service over here!” someone at the far end hollered.

  “I’ll get that.” Rachel said, rushing off with a sexy bounce to her ass.

  I could watch her ass all night, I thought to myself. Fuck. She was going to be trouble. Ty reached for my usual bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, and set them on the bar in front of me. I grabbed them with one hand and turned to walk to my usual booth in the corner. It was empty. It was always empty, because everyone knew it was my spot. The minute I sat down Rita walked over.

  “Want some company, honey?”

  Fuck, no. I just wanted to sit back, drink, and watch Rachel serve drinks and make nice with the men at the bar. Her smile seemed natural, like she wasn’t just putting on a show for the patrons. Her movements were fluid and sure, and it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. In just a few minutes she and Ty had worked out a system that made it look like they’d worked together for years.

  “Baby?”

  I’d forgotten Rita was there. “Why aren’t you grinding on the empty pole?”

  “I wasn’t sure if you’d need me tonight, baby.”

  That was her subtle way of reminding me that I hadn’t gone to her room earlier that afternoon. She knew better than to fucking ask me why. “I’ll let you know when I fucking need you.”

  She ran her fingers through my hair. “I just want to make you happy,” she cooed. “And I know how you are after you return from a fight.”

  Yeah, usually I was overdosing on an adrenaline high that a good fuck always took care of, but Lynch had offered up his girls on the last night we were there and a sweet little dark-haired beauty had taken care of me. I was about to tell Rita to fuck off when Rachel glanced over. She’d just served two brothers and had been about to step away, but something changed when her gaze fell on me and Rita. All of a sudden she leaned back across the bar and began talking to Ripper and Boomer again. Whatever was said caused all three of them to throw their heads back with laughter.

  I narrowed my gaze when Rachel reached up and ran her palm over the scruff covering Ripper’s jaw as if there were something between them. Fuck no, she wasn’t going to touch any brothers, and they sure as fuck weren’t going to touch her. I needed to set that shit straight at church in the morning. And just in case she was trying to piss me off by flirting with a brother, I pulled Rita down onto my lap. Rachel had to learn that I didn’t put up with that shit. No woman owned me.

  I didn’t play games.

  Chapter 5

  RACHEL

  It was two o’clock when the bar closed and Ty locked up, and I was exhausted. He hadn’t been kidding when he’s said it was going to be fast and non-stop. Other than a couple of fifteen minute breaks, I’d worked steady on my feet, both behind the bar and waiting tables in order to give the waitresses a break. Music had blared throughout the room most of the night, adding to the noise of conversations and loud laughter. At any given time I could glance toward the crowd and be treated to a sex fest. After a while I grew numb to it.

  As long as they left me alone, I was good.

  Staying busy hadn’t kept me from being aware of Stone (whose name I’d finally learned from Ty) and Rita sitting in his booth. When he’d first tugged the woman down onto his lap I’d braced myself to see them having sex, and had thanked God when it hadn’t happened, though plenty of kissing and touching had gone on. During the following hours, Stone and I would catch each other’s eye and then look away quickly and pretend that we hadn’t. Well, I had, anyway. Stone had been a bastard and glared at me while fondling Rita. Finally, around midnight, they got up and left.

  “You did good, babe.” I was resting my head on my folded arms on top of the bar when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. “The prospects will clean up the place in the morning. Go on to bed.”

  I raised my head and gave Ty a tired smile. “Is there somewhere I can crash for the night?”

  He frowned. “Prez didn’t set you up in one of the rooms?”

  “There are rooms?” Stone had led me to believe that they were all occupied. I studied Ty for a minute. I didn’t want to get him into trouble, we had to work together. Plus, he’d been decent to me, looking out for me when a few of the guys had gotten too personal. “Well, I’m supposed to stay with him but, there’s no way I’m sharing a bed with him and Rita.” I could see that he wasn’t sure what to do.

  While he thought about it I glanced around the room. Several bikers were slumped over tables, others were sleeping on the various sofas that were placed throughout the room, and most had a half-naked woman draped over or near him. Some of the girls had even slumped to the floor. A couple of booths were occupied, too. Stone’s booth in the corner looked big enough to sleep in.

  “What about the booth in the corner? All I need is a pillow and a blanket.” I yawned.

  Ty was shaking his head before I even finished. “No fucking way. When my brothers start walking up they’ll still be drunk as hell. They’ll mistake you for a sweetbutt.”

  He had a point. Fuck.

  “I tell you what—you can use my bed tonight.”

  “Where will you sleep?”

  “I’ll sleep in the booth.”

  “I don’t want to put you out of your room, Ty.”

  He laughed. “Trust me, babe, I’ve slept in worse places than a booth. Come on.”

  I followed him down the same hallway that Stone’s room was located in. Ty’s room was two doors away. He opened the door and I entered a space that was little bigger than a walk-in-closet. It had a single bed and chest of drawers. No bathroom.

  “I don’t live here like some of the others, plus I’m not an officer of the club. I only use this room when we go on lockdown or for other, ah, special occasions.”

  I smiled in the face of his slight embarrassment. “Like when you have, ah, company?”

  “Yeah.” He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers. “I haven’t used it since it was changed last, but I can’t vouch that no one else has.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I covered another yawn. “Bathroom?”

  “Unless you use the one in Stone’s room you’ll have to use the public one in the bar. There’s a shower in there, but I wouldn’t use it unless someone is standing guard.”

  I nodded. “Thank you, Ty. Goodnight.”

  I closed the door behind him. I’d used the bathroom before the bar closed, and the shower could wait until later. I locked the door, slipped my shoes and jeans off, and crawled between the covers. I wondered what Stone’s reaction would be when he discovered that I wasn’t in his bed.

  I think I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

  A loud noise at the door woke me abruptly. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, but it couldn’t have been long. I tried to open my eyes but gave up after a second. “Ty?”

  “No, it’s not fucking Ty, now open the damn door!”

  Oh, Stone sounded like an angry bear. All I could manage was a mumble.

  “Rachel, open the fucking door!”

  I ignored him and buried my head under the blankets.

  In the next instant a loud crash had me sitting up and fully awake. “What the—” Stone had kicked the door in and was charging toward me, and the look on his face was angry determination. “Are you crazy?” His tight lipped silence began to alarm me. “Don’t touch me!”

  He ripped the covers from me and then reached down and pulled me up and over his shoulder. An unlady-like grunt escaped me, and I started to struggle as he turned and exited Ty’s room. “Put me down, Stone.” He totally ignored me
and kept walking. “I’m not sleeping in a bed where you’ve just fucked a sweetbutt.” I growled.

  I tried to ignore the feel and heat of his muscled arm across the top of my thighs, right beneath my bottom, naked skin against naked skin, and then I realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Well, of course not, if he’d been screwing Rita. I was dangling halfway down his back, and a nice back it was, too, his defined muscles all tatted up. Nice tight ass...

  Wait a minute, what?

  The man was naked!

  “You’re naked!” I screeched. We entered his room and he elbowed the door shut. The next thing I knew I was being thrown onto the bed.

  “I sleep naked,” he growled, watching as I bounced. “And you sleep there.” He pointed toward the side of the bed he’d dumped me. “Don’t make me hunt you down again.”

  I grabbed for the covers. “I—”

  “And close your mouth before I put something in it.”

  Ohmygod!

  I know my jaw dropped, because I had to tell myself to close my mouth. My gaze dropped to his cock, which was huge and pointing up at me like it was accusing me of something. His last comment replayed in my mind, and all of a sudden all I could think about was sucking on that monster. Thank God he wasn’t a mind reader, but I feared that the intense heat enveloping my body and spreading over my cheeks would give me away.

  Fuck!

  He made me hungry.

  My bikini panties seemed very inadequate right now, because I could feel them getting wet. Stone came to the bed and climbed in next to me. Once he was covered he snapped, “Go back to sleep.”

  Yeah, like that was going to happen while I lay there all hot and bothered, knowing that he was hard as stone. I closed my eyes anyway and willed myself to relax. After a few minutes of listening to us breathing I looked over at Stone. His eyes were closed, but I couldn’t be sure that he was sleeping. I wondered if I could reach down, slip my hand into my panties, and relieve myself without him knowing it. Could I get away with it? The image of his mouth-watering erection and thinking about that meaty muscle pounding into me and what it would feel like kept taunting me.

  I released a heavy sigh, inching my hand beneath the covers. Moving slowly, I made my way to the elastic band of my underwear. I kept my gaze on Stone as I slowly started to lift the elastic. Then I caught my breath when in a lightning fast move Stone turned onto his side, grabbed my wrist, and opened his eyes. I froze beneath his knowing stare. He couldn’t possibly know what I’d been about to do.

  He knew, damn him.

  The steely fingers encircling my wrist slowly uncurled, releasing me. Then, as he nudged my hand aside, I thought my heart would jump out of my chest when he lifted the waistband of my panties and inched beneath the silk. Oh, fuck! I should stop him, I thought to myself, but I didn’t have the strength or the desire to. I began to tremble when his warm fingers reached my pelvic bone, then inched further below, lifting the hood that protected my clit. As soon as his finger brushed over my clit my hips left the bed.

  Sweet Jesus, like the strike of a match I was sure I was going to incinerate. Nothing else mattered after that but the relief that I knew was coming. Stone played with my clit for a while, and then explored my labia before slipping smoothly inside. It felt so good, even better when he slipped a second finger inside me.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, your cunt is tight.”

  Jimmy had always made it sound like a complaint, but Stone sounded pleased, like he couldn’t wait to fuck me. I shifted my hips to match his movements, which were slowly stealing my will from me. I moaned helplessly, so close to exploding that I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.

  Stone seemed to sense it. His fingers picked up speed, his thumb circled and pressed against my sensitive clit.

  “Next time I’ll put my tongue in you.”

  Fuck! I bit my bottom lip, my breathing sounding loud and choppy in the surrounding darkness. But it wasn’t just mine. I could hear Stone’s harsh breathing too, could feel his warm breath against my cheek. He leaned closer, until his cock was against my leg. It was hot and hard, and he was thrusting as though he were inside me.

  “Stone—” He was going in so deep.

  “Come on, baby, fucking let it go,” he said against my ear. “I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers when you’re coming.”

  His teeth clamped down onto my neck. I screamed.

  “Christ, now, Rachel!” he grunted, and I felt his hot release splashing over my thigh.

  I screamed when my orgasm hit, losing total control, as ripple after ripple pulsed through my quaking body in volcanic waves. I’d never felt anything so intense. Feeling Stone spill his cum onto my leg was so fucking erotic, it overwhelmed my senses.

  “Holy fuck,” he snarled, stilling.

  My sentiments exactly, but I was too weak to do anything other than lay there.

  Chapter 6

  STONE

  I paused outside the bathroom door, wiping my shoulders and chest down with a towel, checking out the curve of Rachel’s sweet ass. She’d turned onto her side and had pulled the sheet with her, leaving one leg and half of her bottom bare. Her panties had moved up enough to show the fleshy curve of one cheek. The t-shirt she had on had ridden up, too, exposing some of her smooth flesh.

  My cock twitched, and I paused from what I was doing. I’d have liked nothing better than to put my dick in her little cunt, especially now that I knew how tight it was. Fuck. I could still recall how it had clenched around my fingers right before she came. I hadn’t planned on fingering her into orgasm, but what surprised me more was my own fucking release against her thigh. For not being balls deep inside a warm pussy, my orgasm had been fucking intense.

  She’d worked most of the night, so I decided to let her sleep a little longer. I wanted to take her shopping for some new clothes, get something sexier for when she worked behind the bar or was waiting tables. I could have probably borrowed some shit from one of the sweetbutts, but most of the girls were rail-thin without the fucking curves Rachel had. Large, fake tits didn’t count. I went to the dresser, yanked out a drawer, and pulled out a pair of sweats.

  There was a soft tap at the door as I was slipping them on. I went to the door and answered it. It was Ty, standing there with Rachel’s jeans and shoes hanging from his hands. With a grin he held them up to me.

  “I don’t care what fuckin’ time she gets done, she comes straight to my room,” I said, snatching the items from him. “Understand?”

  His boyish smile never wavered. “Got it. Is she working the bar again tonight?”

  “Haven’t decided yet, it will either be there or waiting tables.”

  Ty acknowledged me with a chin lift and turned to leave. I was about to shut the door when my VP took his place. He didn’t look happy. I waited for him to speak.

  “Got a message from Rebel—the Red Devils are paying the Predators a visit.”

  “Fuck.” I thought about the trouble that had recently gone down between the Devils and Wild Marauders in Maine, in which the Devils had been severely crippled. They were bad news, and their presence at the Predators’ could only mean one thing—they were looking to combine the two clubs.

  “That’s not all,” Max continued. “They have Lynch’s woman.”

  “Shit!” How the fuck had they gotten their hands on Kat? “Tell the brothers we have church in ten.” I closed the door and reached for my burner on the dresser top. I doubted that the president of Wild Marauders knew where his woman was, or I would have heard from him by then.

  “Yeah?”

  Lynch’s less-than-friendly tone told me that shit was happening at his end.

  “You missing something, bro?” Silence. I could imagine his mind was racing right now as he thought about my question. “I know where your woman is.”

  “Fuck, where?” he growled. “Just found out she didn’t show up for work. Chicken’s disappeared, too.”

  “The brother I have inside Red Dev
ils got word to us that Wildman and Killer have her at the Predators’ compound.”

  “Fuck, not what I wanted to hear, brother.”

  We knew Wildman, president of the Red Devils, was just that--wild, unpredictable, and lucky as shit. His club was full of rapists and murderers. Killer’s club was only a few years old, and not really a danger on their own. The Predators were made-up of boys who thought they were bad ass, but hadn’t really proved themselves. Wildman’s influence would give them an opportunity, a new direction, and boost their fucking confidence.

  “We’re on our fuckin’ way,” Lynch said, and I could tell that he was on the move. “You want to meet us?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” I grinned, always up for war. I didn’t know much about Kat, other than that she was the beauty warming Lynch’s bed, but that didn’t matter. Dark Menace was always available to help a club we were friendly with. “Contact us when you’re close to the exit to Coös County, we’ll meet you there. Predators aren’t far away.”

  “Will do.”

  I turned to my closet, halting when my gaze landed on Rachel. She was beginning to wake, and was stretching and moaning against the bed. The covers slipped further off her, and I watched as she arched her back, thrusting those tits up high. Once she settled against the bed again she opened her eyes. I heard her breath catch when she realized that I was there, watching her.

  We reached for the sheet the same time. I knew she was going to hide herself away from me. As I whipped it from her fingers I kneeled on the foot of the bed and crawled up her body. I could feel her tense beneath me, but it didn’t disguise how fucking soft and curvy she felt. My body seemed to fill all the dips and crevices, and a groan rumbled from me when my dick found its home between her legs and against her loins.

  Her hands went to my shoulders and she gave me a push. I grinned. I had no intention of moving until I was ready. At that moment I just wanted to enjoy the curves beneath me, enjoy her fire, because according to her eyes she was about to explode.