Dark Menace MC: Stone

by Tory Richards

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he growled, reaching orgasm.

  Smiling in ecstasy, I leaned back against him as Stone emptied his cock deeply inside me. I felt the warm flow of his seed filling my womb, and as he slowly came down, we collapsed forward onto the bed, totally exhausted.

  Chapter 21

  STONE

  I closed the door quietly, leaving Rachel sleeping in my bed, where she belonged. No more fucking games. She was mine and was going to remain mine. Christ, I hadn’t even been able to hold out for a week. I was still angry as hell, and as soon as club business was done I was going to set her straight on what she could and couldn’t do, even if it meant taking my hand to her ass. As a matter of fact, I might do that anyway. Either she trusted me completely, or she . . . fuck, there was no or. I had to convince her.

  I’d set Max straight, too, after church, but my gut told me that he wouldn’t be surprised. Eager to get started, I made my way to the bar for a drink. I hoped to hell that Lynch and Hawk were there when I turned the corner. It was time to get serious about ending Wildman and his fucking crew. Relief rushed through me when I entered the bar to see a cluster of Wild Marauders and Phantom Riders’ cuts.

  Lynch and Hawk were at the bar with some of their brothers, and so were Max, Reggie, and Ripper. It hadn’t been all that long since I’d seen Lynch, there were no surprises there. Hawk was another matter, I hadn’t seen him in months. I swear the man hadn’t stopped growing, he was a beast. At six foot seven he towered over most everyone, and he had the muscles of someone who worked out daily. The women fawned all over him, as was the case with Rita and Rhonda. I chuckled because he brushed them away as if they were pesky nats.

  “Hey, brother!” Lynch turned from his stool and we met with a handshake, patting each other on the back in a half-hug.

  By the time we were done, Hawk was standing and facing us. He was a quiet, moody bastard, and I knew the quirk of his mouth and a fist bump were about as much as I was going to get as a hello. He wasn’t much of a contact man unless it was a fight. Rumor was that he was the same way with the women he took to his bed. He didn’t kiss, didn’t do foreplay shit. He fucked them hard, got off, and sent them on their way. No one held his interest.

  “Hey, brother,” I said, and then I glanced around at all the men they’d brought with them. “We ready to do this?”

  “Hell, yeah!” a few of them responded.

  “Grab your drinks and let’s go to church!” I gave Ty a chin nod and he turned and grabbed a bottle and a glass.

  “This be enough?” he joked.

  “I don’t plan on sharing.” I grinned, turning to follow my brothers.

  By the time we were all settled the room was packed. I’d arranged for extra chairs, but there were still brothers standing against the walls. Lynch and Hawk were down by me, as were our VP’s, Max, Rock, and Lenny. There was a steady murmur of hushed conversation in the room, and the air was growing thick with smoke from cigarettes and weed.

  “Let’s quiet the fuck down and get to business,” I announced, pouring myself a drink. Since Lynch, Hawk, and our VP’s had glasses I held the bottle up, but they all declined, which told me that what they had in their glasses probably wasn’t bourbon. “Our brothers from Wild Marauders and Phantom Riders are here to lend us a hand, mostly because they want to end the Red Devils as fuckin’ bad as we do. After the last shit Wildman pulled we need to send him straight to hell. They’ve been a fuckin’ pain in all our asses for too long.”

  “Do we know if all the Predators have patched-over to them?” Lenny asked.

  “Doesn’t matter, brother,” Pit Bull laughed. “They’re all fuckin’ pussies anyway.”

  “Got a hold of Rebel early this morning, he’s looking into shit, said there were a few he thought would go against Wildman if it comes down to an all-out war. Don’t like the way he fuckin’ runs things.” I made eye contact with every brother in the room. “And it’s going to fuckin’ come down to it. We need to hit the Red Devils, and we need to hit them fast and hot.”

  “You find out where their new clubhouse is?” Lynch questioned.

  I nodded. “An old grain factory not too far from where the Predators’ clubhouse was located.”

  “So then what we waitin’ for?” The question came from one of Hawk’s men, a grizzly looking coot with a patch over one eye.

  “It’s a huge building,” my VP began. “We need to find out what part they’re occupying. We want to take them by surprise as much as possible because we only get one fuckin’ chance at this. There will be bloodshed, but we want it to be theirs.” Murmurs of agreement followed his comment.

  “Then there’s the old clubhouse. It’s still being used as a bar, and they still own the trailer park behind it,” I added.

  “The trailers occupied?”

  Laughter came from Ripper. “Yeah, by some of the Predators and their old ladies. Their women fight back, but their aim ain’t so good.”

  “One of my brother’s took a shot in the ass last time we were there,” Lynch grinned, directing his remark to Hawk.

  “So then we’ll need to hit both places at the same time.”

  “Give the brother a fucking A.” I downed my first shot. “Gonna meet up with Rebel later today, he’s gonna supply us with a map showing the layout of the factory. He’s ready to get the fuck out.”

  “Don’t blame the brother,” Max grumbled, “Fuckin’ Wildman and his officers aren’t known for treating their brothers with respect. Keeps them on the edge all the fuckin’ time.”

  “Heard that was because he thinks it keeps them on their fuckin’ toes, makes them better warriors,” Lynch added, taking a hit off a joint that his VP Lenny handed him.

  “Fucker uses their women against them.”

  Drinks stopped in mid-air, as did joints and cigarettes, and you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone put their hard gazes on Hawk.

  “Say again?” I’d heard what he said, but found it hard to believe. Most clubs held their women, both old ladies and sweethearts, in high regard and protected them with their lives. Sweetbutts were treated with some form of respect because they were woman first, whores second.

  “He uses their women against them to keep them on edge. Threatens to kill them first if the men fuck-up.”

  “Well, why the fuck would any man who gives a shit about his woman stay with him?” Ripper snapped angrily.

  “Because they’re all fucked-up nut cases like Wildman. Think they’re invincible.”

  We all had our own thoughts on what Bulldog said. I felt sorry for the women.

  “Why don’t they take out their own fuckin’ prez?”

  “Who gives a shit? We’re gonna take the fucker out!”

  “Yeah! We should cut off his dick and feed it to him!”

  Laughter. “And his balls!”

  “Okay! Okay, brothers! Calm this shit down. We don’t get anything accomplished this way. We’re gonna take Wildman down, and probably most of his original members. That’s why we’re here. Let’s work this shit out and then all we have to do is wait to meet Rebel.”

  I couldn’t blame the brothers for getting worked up. Most of them had old ladies or girlfriends, and they would give their lives for them without thought. We were fiercely protective of our women, and we didn’t condone abuse of them in any way. If most of us saw a female or child being abused we would step in and take care of it, whether we knew them or not. That set MC’s like ours—Wild Marauders and Phantom Riders—apart.

  “Right now we need to make sure our rides are ready, that you’re packing enough heat, and the van is good.” I glanced at the twins who were sitting toward the other end of the table. “You two are in charge of the van this trip. That includes calling our club nurse. Make sure Ginger is prepared for our fuckin’ call if we need her.” They nodded without comment. “Who’s on the run tonight for Covacks?”

  Reggie, Boomer, and Shooter raised their hands. Fuck! Max was the one who spoke, though. “He
wants extra protection tonight due to the fuckin’ contents.”

  I frowned. “What the fuck is it?”

  Max shrugged. “You know Covacks is private about the shit he ships. And I can tell you right now, he won’t take prospects.”

  “Fuck.” I looked around the table. I didn’t want to take prospects into this mess. I’d feel better taking my fully patched brothers, including my officers. I could count on them to go in, know what to do, and fucking act on it. I thought about Stitch, Ralph, Coffee, One Nut, Chopper, and Blue. “Why the fuck are my officers always pulling these protection runs? What about some of the brothers who don’t sit at this table?”

  “They mostly take care of the muscle needed at Covacks’ clubs when they can.”

  “Well, fuck that shit—” Lynch laughed and I shot him a scowl. “There’s going to be some fuckin’ changes tonight.” I swung my gaze to Max. “We need as many patched brothers with experience as we can get with us tonight. Switch out the club muscle with all prospects, Covacks will just have to fuckin’ deal with it.” Then I glanced at Reggie, Boomer, and Shooter. “I want you with us for this war. Let Chopper and Blue handle the run.”

  “Covacks requested three—”

  I cut Max off. “Don’t give a flying fuck, he doesn’t get to change the agreement without him and me sittin’ down and talking shit out. Are we getting extra for this?”

  Max shrugged. “Look, Prez, at the time this Wildman shit hadn’t come up. Because it was the only time Covacks requested an extra man, I didn’t see the big deal.”

  Max was right. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, normally. There was just so much tension over the shit that was coming up. I expelled a long breath. “It’s not, brother.” I turned my attention to Lynch. “Brother, are you cool with taking out the Predators bar?”

  He gave me a chin lift and for a second I thought that was going to be his only response. “We taking hostages?”

  “Only ex-Predators who give up and swear their loyalty to us.”

  “How are we gonna know who those fuckers are?” His VP asked.

  Several of my men scoffed right along with me. “Believe me, you’ll know. And if you can’t figure it out, then kill them with the rest.”

  “We’re just gonna believe those fuckers who swear?” Shooter inquired sharply, his face twisting.

  “Fuck no, brother,” I growled. “They’ll be put on probation.”

  “When are we meeting Rebel?” Hawk asked, putting us back on track. Never one for chitchat, he liked to cut right to the chase.

  “Three o’clock we meet him behind the old railroad station. We look over the map of the factory and head the fuck out from there. We don’t come back here until this shit is over. Questions?”

  “What about the situation with the women and the debt Ronald owed the club?”

  I glared at Pit Bull. “We deal with one thing at a time brother, that shit can come later.” My look encompassed everyone in the room. “You have two, three hours before we leave, brothers. Use it well.” Laughter echoed throughout the room, because every brother in there knew that meant getting their dicks wet because it could be their last time. “Make sure our brothers from Wild Marauders and Phantom Riders are taken care of, church is over except for Max.”

  “Got something to tell you,” I explained when he locked eyes with me. I hoped his knowing smirk meant what I thought it did, that he already knew what I was going to say. It would sure as fuck make the situation a hell of a lot easier. Otherwise, we could come to blows.

  Once the room was empty he crossed his arms and leveled a look on me. “I hope you’re not going to tell me that you want me to give up my claim on Rachel, man. Her sweet little pussy hugs my dick just—”

  “Cut the fuckin’ crap,” I snapped. “We both know you haven’t fucked her. The only reason you claimed her was to mess with my head. You’re a sick fuck.”

  Max’s expression grew serious. “No, brother, I claimed Rachel because you gave her up too fast. I knew you hadn’t thought shit through, you were too angry. I also knew your pride wouldn’t let you take her back if she became a sweetbutt. The only surprise here is I didn’t expect you to cave so fuckin’ fast. She must have a tight pussy.”

  She did, but he didn’t need to know that. I sat back in my chair. “Something about her, bro, she’s different. It goes beyond sex, but she has to learn the rules of the club.”

  “Can I have her when you’re done with her?” Max joked, smiling.

  I scowled. “Don’t plan on being done with her for a long while, if ever.” I think I surprised us both with that comment. We both knew that I was not the happily ever after type.

  “You saying she’s the one?”

  I shrugged. “Is there such a thing?” I didn’t really expect Max to respond. “All I know is that I can’t seem to get enough of her. Even when she pisses me off I want her like fuck.”

  “So what are you gonna do about the loan?”

  I’d been thinking about that. Ronald was the fucker who’d screwed up. Who would have thought he’d get himself killed, leaving two innocent women to pay his fucking debt? It would take them forever to work it off. Maddie was the one who should be responsible for it, since she’d been married to the prick, but I knew that Rachel wouldn’t let her face the consequences alone. She was devoted to her sister, that much was obvious.

  “You gonna share, bro?” I guess I’d hesitated too long. “You know the brothers are gonna want to know about that thirty grand. It’s club money, and they have the right.”

  “You don’t have to remind me of that,” I snapped. “Right now the club has more pressing matters.” I stood up, eager to see what Rachel was up to. With a little luck she was still in bed and ready for round two. “Got a few hours before war, brother, I suggest you find yourself a nice warm pussy.”

  Holy fuck. When I opened the door to my room the first thing my gaze landed on was the naked goddess on my bed. Rachel was asleep on top of the covers, lying on her belly, that luscious ass of hers on fucking display. The curvy slopes of her creamy flesh beckoned my dick until it was awake and fully aware of where it wanted to be. I hadn’t claimed her there yet, but once I did, Rachel would have no doubts that she belonged to me completely.

  I stripped and crawled over her from the bottom up. Her warm skin was like luxurious velvet against my hard muscles, the kind of softness a man could fucking lose himself in and not ever want to surface from, and my hard dick slipped right into the tight crevice created between her fine ass and the tops of her thighs. Jesus, it was as if I’d just entered her tight, hot cunt. As I settled my weight against her, she moaned softly. I grinned, moved her hair aside with my nose, and nuzzled the back of her neck.

  “Ohhh,” she mumbled against the pillow. “Max?”

  My smile disappeared, and I gave her ass a hard slap.

  “Ouch!” she cried out, fully awake now.

  I slapped her again.

  She jerked at the pain. “Stone!” she reached back to caress the reddened cheek.

  “Good thing you decided it was me,” I growled into her ear, following it up with a bite and at her gasp, a lick. She shuddered beneath me.

  “Finished with club business?”

  “Never finished with fuckin’ business, baby.” I began biting, kissing, and licking my way over her neck, shoulders, and back, all the while thrusting my dick back and forth between her legs. “I have a few hours to kill.”

  She laughed softly. “With me?”

  “I’m going to lick, bite, and kiss you all over, and when I’m done I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move.” I gave the right cheek of her ass a bite. “Then I’m going to flip you around and do it all over on your front side. By the time I’m done fucking you, babe, you won’t be able to climb out of bed.”

  Her body began to squirm sensuously, her moans fueling me the fuck on. I moved onto her other rounded cheek, and then explored the enticing area between them. Christ, the scent of her s
ex drifted up to me, making my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to fuck Rachel with my tongue and dick, and couldn’t make up my mind which one to start with.

  “Raise your fucking hips, baby.” I helped her by sliding an arm beneath her, and then I dove in, running my tongue from the front of her pussy, through the seam protecting her plump labia, up and over the crack of her ass. It was no gentle lick either. I fucking consumed her, letting her helpless whimpers guide my control.

  I was so fucking turned-on that I couldn’t stop myself from reaming the tight ring leading to dark, forbidden pleasure. As Rachel squirmed and mewed I grabbed hold of her hips to hold her still and rammed my tongue deep into her anal canal.

  “Fuuuck!” she cried out, trying to pull away from the invasion. I would have let her had I thought it was from pain, but I knew I’d caught her by surprise. I drew my tongue out and met her surprised gaze as she turned her head to look at me. “Do that again.”

  With fucking pleasure. “Have you ever been taken here?” She shook her head, and I went wild. I fucked her with my tongue, slipping my fingers inside her cunt to satisfy her there. She came almost immediately, crying out into the pillow beneath her face. Her body quaked and bucked as it rode out her orgasm. I was so fucking hard and ready to blow that I flipped her over and crawled up her body, plunging into her convulsing depths like a feral animal, claiming what was mine in the most raw and basic way that I knew.

  “Stone—,” Rachel whispered weakly. She pulled my head down and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss that I wasn’t accustomed to. “Fuck my ass.”

  I grinned through my passion. “I will, baby, but right now my dick is only going to be happy in your juicy cunt.”

  She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, her hands traveling over me wherever she could reach. “Show me, baby,” I rasped against her lips. “Fuckin’ show me how good you feel.” Her fingers curled into kitten claws and I felt them leave their mark against my flesh. “That’s it, babe, make it feel good.” A deep growl escaped me and the feel of her ripping my flesh spurred me to pick up speed. I began to slam into her, over and over again, letting the rise of fucking pleasure overwhelm me.