Dark Menace MC: Stone

by Tory Richards

  Stone’s reaction confused me. His rough handling and kiss had set fire to me, making me want him instantly. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to be attracted to a cold-hearted, rough-around- the-edges biker who knew what he wanted, and took it. He was a bastard.

  One that turned me on with a mere look.

  I shook my head and got to work, pulling out some bread, lunch meat, and cheese. I made up two plates with sandwiches. I found a bag of apples in the bottom drawer in the fridge and added them to the plates. Somehow I couldn’t picture Lynch drinking tea, so I just poured Kat a glass. As soon as I was done I headed back out, surprised to see that Lynch was back at the table sitting with Stone. Rita was nowhere to be seen, and neither were the other girls. It was then that I realized that it was closing time.

  I paused by the table and looked down at Lynch. “I made you a couple of sandwiches, do you want them out here?” I avoided Stone’s eyes, but I could feel his heated gaze on me.

  “Sure, honey,” he said. “Kat wanted some time to herself. She’s enjoying the bath you fixed for her.”

  I smiled. “I’m glad. I’ll check on her when I drop off her food.”

  Lynch acknowledged me with a chin lift and I started to walk away, but found my hand being grabbed by Stone. I forced myself to meet his eyes and waited for him to speak.

  “After you see Kat you’re done for the night. I’ll be in our room in a few minutes, we need to talk.”

  Yes, we do, I thought, turning away.

  “You got yourself an old lady since the last time we met up?” I heard Lynch ask Stone. Stone mumbled something in response, but by then I was too far away to make out what it was.

  Knowing that Kat was soaking in the tub, I knocked on the bathroom door. I heard her lazy murmur and turned the knob, entering to see that she was buried up to her chest with fragrant bubbles. She’d cleaned her face, revealing cuts and bruises. One of her eyes was almost swollen shut. In time she would heal.

  “You already look better,” I acknowledged with a smile. “I left you something to eat and drink in the other room.”

  “Thank you for everything that you’ve done, Rachel.”

  I wished it could have been more. “I also wanted to let you know that Ginger will be in to take a look at you when you’re ready. She’s a nurse and a friend of the club.”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary, this hot soak has taken care of a lot of issues.”

  I laughed. “Well, that’s up to you, I’m just the messenger.”

  “Are you Stone’s old lady?” Her expression said that she was shocked at her own words. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

  “No, it’s okay. I . . . it’s complicated. Is there anything else I can get you?”

  Kat shook her head. “No, thank you.”

  I left Kat, going to Stone’s room. He wanted to talk, but I was beyond tired. I would have liked a shower, but was afraid that it would wake me up, so I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my jeans, wiggled out of my bra, and climbed in between the covers.

  Chapter 9

  STONE

  I stared down at Rachel with so many conflicting fucking emotions running through my blood that I didn’t know which one to give in to. Nothing explained my fucking reaction to seeing her kissing Yank, which paled in comparison to what I’d felt seeing his hands on her. I’d wanted to fucking kill him, and for a moment, when I was stomping toward them, it had actually crossed my mind on how I was going to do it. I knew how to kill a man with my bare hands.

  I began to strip my clothes off for bed, leaving everything but my cut on the floor. Rachel was sleeping soundly, snoring softly, and looking too damned sexy in tiny bikini panties and her t-shirt. She’d half rolled to her side, bringing the blanket with her and tucking it between her legs. Her wild hair was fucking everywhere, and my fingers itched to delve into the silky strands, while pounding into her. I was glad she was sleeping. She and I were going to have a talk, but I was just too damned tired, and drunk, to do it now.

  I didn’t want to talk now.

  I wanted to fuck.

  I sank down next to her, tugged the blanket free, and pulled it over us both. The next thing I knew Rachel was snuggling against me and moaning. She ended up with her leg between mine, an arm flung over my chest, and her face against the side of my neck. Light puffs of her breath against my skin, and the feel of her naked thigh between mine, was doing nothing to diminish the hard-on I’d been sporting since walking into the room.

  Shit. I fucking wanted her, and had since seeing her for the first time in her brother-in-law’s kitchen. Not relieving myself with Rita or any of the other sweetbutts was giving me a case of blue balls. I liked fucking, and my dick was used to getting off whenever it wanted. Christ, I should have gone down to Rita’s room then, but she was getting too clingy and was starting to think that the reason I always chose her was because she fucking meant something to me.

  I didn’t want anyone but Rachel in that moment, I wanted to sink my dick deep into her fucking tight, wet heat and fill her with my seed. I always wore a condom, but for some reason, with her I wanted to ride bareback, wanted to feel her silky body milking me until I was spent and soft and slipping out of her.

  I wanted to watch my seed leaking out of her.

  Fuck, that would be hot.

  So what the fuck was I waiting for? She was collateral, I could use her in any way that I wanted. She began to move again, lightly running the tip of her nose up and down my neck. Then her soft lips took over, plump fucking satin teasing me from behind my ear, and kissing its way down my neck and further. When her teeth clamped down on me I fucking lost what little control I had left. I didn’t fucking care if she was asleep and didn’t know what she was doing. Releasing a growl of need, I rolled, taking her shoulders and pushing her flat against the bed.

  “Rachel,” I hissed between my teeth. I glanced down into her face, surprised to find that her eyes were wide open. I stared at her, breathing heavily.

  Our gazes locked for a long minute before she whispered, “Fuck me, Stone.”

  She didn’t have to say it twice. Those three fucking words sobered me up like nothing else, and I slammed my mouth down over hers. We both moaned at the contact, opening our mouths to wet exploring tongues, clashing and biting teeth. A fire erupted between us as we tried to consume one another, and we began to move and touch each other in a wild frenzy.

  My hand found its way under her shirt, up the curve of her waist, and to her large tits. I didn’t hesitate to take one into my hand, squeezing and shaping the warm flesh roughly. I didn’t ignore the hardened nipple, rolling it before tearing my lips from hers and placing my mouth on it. Rachel’s cry, and the way she arched her body beneath me told me that she wanted more. I rolled her t-shirt up and over her tits, putting my mouth on the tempting globe of her other tit.

  “This isn’t going to be slow,” I warned her, looking into her eyes. “Time for slow later, but right now all I want to do is fuck you hard and fast. I want to feel your cunt around my dick.” My hand went to her panties, easily ripping the silk from her body. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

  “Yes!” she hissed, raking her nails down my back. I drew in my breath, fucking loving the pain, knowing that I was going to incorporate some of my own pain when the time came.

  She moaned deeply when I slid a finger inside her. Fuck, she was slick with cream and more than ready for my dick. As I slid past her labia I hooked my finger and explored around for her G-spot. The second I touched it Rachel bowed sharply. “Yes! That’s the spot! Oh, God—Stone—” she was trembling.

  “Like that, baby?” I wanted to do everything to her, I wanted too much, but if I didn’t stick my dick inside her right now I was going to waste my load on her thigh again. She cried out when I pulled my finger from her body, but I ignored it. I grabbed her leg and lifted it over my hip, and then guided my dick to her sweet pussy lips. Rachel lifted her hips in a silent invitation to take her.
I slammed my hips forward, impaling her with one, deep plunge.

  “Aaaghh!” she groaned out with big eyes.

  I slanted my mouth down on hers and held myself still, giving her time to adjust to my size, and to hold back my orgasm. I was so fucking close. Just as I’d thought, she was tight and hot, snuggling around my dick. Her hands roamed my body, burning a trail over my tattooed flesh. I began to move.

  “Holy fuck, you’re tight, babe.” I pulled out. “Your cunt is hugging my dick real nice.” I pushed back in. “Let’s see if my dick can find your sweet spot.” I grasped her hips and tilted them upwards so that every time I thrust forward the head of my dick hit the right place.

  “Stone!” Her nails curled into my ass, forcing me tighter against her. “God, yes!”

  I could tell by Rachel’s tone, and the way that her breathing increased, that she was chasing her orgasm, and I knew that mine wouldn’t be far behind. I slammed my dick into her over and over again, each time gliding over her G-spot, closing my eyes at the exquisite pleasure of sinking into her spongy wetness.

  “Stooooone!” she wailed when she climaxed, opening her eyes big and staring up at me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I snarled, feeling her cream coating my dick. My balls drew up tight against my body and I knew the pressure was going to release. “Are you on the pill?”

  “What?” She was still convulsing beneath me, her face flushed and eyes glazed.

  “Are you on the pill?” I repeated, feeling my orgasm erupt from my balls and knowing that I only had a couple of seconds to pull out if I was going to.

  “Yes.” I barely heard her response, and then I was flooding her cunt with my seed, groaning low at each pulse that went through my dick. Fuck. I shuddered, panting against her neck and collapsing on top of her.

  It was a fucking long time before I was able to move.

  ****

  RACHEL

  What did I just do? One minute I was dreaming, inviting Stone to fuck me, and the next minute I was having the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Holy fuck, the man knows how to make a woman feel like a woman. My whole body felt like an active live wire, as currents of pleasure continued to pulse through me long after our orgasms had ceased. I lay there, listening to our labored breathing as it slowly returned to normal, whimpering at the feel of Stone’s cock slipping out of me. The trail of wetness confirmed that we hadn’t used protection.

  Fuck!

  I was on the pill, but I’d never let a man fuck me without a condom. For the first time I’d been more concerned about getting off than protecting myself. God, I hoped my carelessness didn’t come back to bite me. I knew what went on in biker clubs, at least the ones I’d had experience with. Everyone fucked everyone, and as the president of the club, a handsome bad ass like Stone probably had a different slut every day.

  “Do I have anything to worry about?” I thought it best to ask.

  Stone pulled back until our eyes met. “I wouldn’t have fucked you bareback if I wasn’t clean,” he grumbled. “And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve fucked without a condom in a long time.” His gaze shifted down to my exposed boobs. When I reached up to pull my t-shirt down he grabbed my wrists and brought them over my head.

  The movement caused my breasts to jiggle like two mountains made of jello. I watched Stone’s eyelids close halfway with arousal before he leaned forward and tongued my nipples. I opened my mouth to protest, but the second his teeth closed slightly over them a wave of fresh hunger rushed through me. I caught my breath, thrusting upwards.

  “You have nice tits.” He nibbled and tongued them until I was squirming beneath him. He had a knack for causing just the right amount of pain and pleasure at the same time. “I want to stick my dick between them and fuck them until you’re swallowing my cum.”

  Sweet Jesus, the visual his words created were turning me hot, and I wondered why he wasn’t doing it. I began to strain against his hold on my wrists, but all he did was laugh softly before kissing me. His lips ignited a wildfire inside me that fanned out rapidly, engulfing my senses. I could barely remain still, and when Stone released my wrists my nails raked down his smooth backside to his taut ass.

  “Fuck!” he snarled between his teeth. In a lightning fast move he rolled over, placing me on top of him. I began to kiss and bite my way down his magnificent body, reveling in the hiss of his breath and the groans escaping him. I reached his mountainous cock. We exchanged a look. “Show me what you can do with that sweet mouth, sweetheart.”

  I slowly lowered my mouth, swallowing as much of his hard muscle as I could. Every inch I went drew a deep growl from Stone. His hand dropped to my hair and I felt him rope it around his hand until he reached my scalp. It hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that made my blood hot and my pussy wet. As I took in the texture and taste of his cock, I felt more moisture seep from my body.

  Warm satin over hard steel, long and thick, the bulbous head was bigger than the shaft. Ridges and veins pulsed with blood, begging my mouth to glide over them and discover where they led. The sweet essence of pre-cum gathered into a small pool in the slit, tempting my tongue to scoop it out. All this came to mind as I sucked Stone’s cock with vigor. I had a need to make him come and hear his snarls of pleasure as his body submitted to me.

  The hand in my hair tightened, and Stone guided more of his cock into my mouth. I fought the gag reaction when I felt him at the back of my throat. Once I had it under control I worked my throat muscles and began to swallow, knowing that I was squeezing him to orgasm. As I found a depth and speed I brought my hand up to his balls. They were heavy and full, and I rolled them gently.

  “Sweet fuck, baby, that feels good,” Stone rasped, moving his hips up and down. “Take it all.” One more inch and my chin was hitting his balls. Every time Stone thrust his cock to the back of my throat I swallowed, and he groaned.

  I could see his thick thighs quiver, and I knew he was close when his body grew taut and his speed picked up. His breathing was ragged and then he was climaxing, filling my mouth with a copious amount of semen. I swallowed as fast as I could but some of it escaped out of the side of my mouth.

  “Aaaagggghhhhhh!”

  His convulsions slowed, his hips stilled, and the hand in my hair pulled me up his damp body to his heaving chest. I lay sideways in the crook of his arm, listening as his breathing calmed, feeling his hand crawl down my body to my ass, where he took a handful of flesh and squeezed. We remained silent, exhausted, and after a while the hand on my butt stilled. The room became too quiet, and I glanced up to find that Stone had fallen asleep.

  Smiling, I closed my eyes and did the same.

  I had no idea how long I’d slept, but when I woke Stone was gone. Padding barefoot to the bathroom, I couldn’t help but notice that the air in the room was heavy with the evidence of what we’d been doing. Sex had a unique scent all its own, kind of like gasoline, and the smell of freshly cut grass. You didn’t have to guess what the aroma was, you just knew.

  I grabbed a shower and shampoo and wrapped a towel around myself as I used the blow dryer on my hair. Since my hair was thick and hung to my waist, it took me a good forty-five minutes to dry it, and like every other time before I thought about cutting it. There were still a few hours before work, maybe I could talk someone into driving me to town to a hair salon.

  Tossing on a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt, I decided to go to the kitchen for something to eat. As I neared the bar I could hear the muted sounds of male voices, which gradually rose in volume. I wondered what I’d find when I entered the room. Stone and some of his men were sitting around one of the tables, drinking and deep in a discussion that clearly had them on edge. They seemed to be talking all at once, and hadn’t noticed me. I hoped to make it to the kitchen before they did.

  “Fuckin’ bastard didn’t waste any time.”

  “We knew when Killer was ended he’d fuckin’ take over the Predators.”

  “Not all the Predators are gonna f
ollow the Red Devils.”

  “Maybe we can recruit some of them.”

  Glancing around, I saw a couple of prospects clearing off and wiping down the tables left dirty from the night before. Ty was nowhere in sight, and neither were any of the girls. Not even Rita, who had a knack for being around whenever Stone was near. I was almost at the kitchen door.

  “You know what this shit means, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, it means war with the Red Devils.”

  “And fucking Wildman.”

  Wildman?

  I gasped and came to a dead stop. Hearing that name, after all these years, still had the power to instill paralyzing fear and panic in me. Surely there was more than one man in the world who went by the road name of Wildman. I had to believe that.

  All of a sudden I realized that the room had grown deathly quiet, and I felt the eyes of every man at the table searing into my backside.

  “Rachel?”

  It was obvious they’d noticed my reaction. I closed my eyes at the sound of Stone’s questioning voice. God, I hoped they didn’t notice that I was shaking. “Yes?” I had just been about to push the kitchen door open, and didn’t turn around to face them.

  “Something you want to tell us?”

  I shook my head. “No, I, ah, just remembered Kat,” I lied, thinking of something fast. “I should get her some breakfast.”

  “They left first thing this morning, sweetheart,” Stone explained.

  I nodded and shoved the door open, wishing it would take me to another place, somewhere where the name of Wildman never crossed anyone’s lips. Ten years had gone by, I suppose I should have counted my blessings that I’d made it this far. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t the same monster, but I knew in my heart that it was. I was only glad that Mom wasn’t around. She would never have survived the constant fear, and having to run again, and then I thought of Maddie, sweet, innocent Maddie.