Sanctuary Within the Breed (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 1)

by Ryder Dane

  John Handy pulled Angel off her feet, and carried her over his shoulder toward the back. Freddie waved at the grinning Angel as she bounced on his shoulder, and waved back. She patted his ass and they saw his hand land on hers in return.

  Freddie asked for tips on how to get her legs to stretch like Amy’s did, so she pulled a chair from a nearby table where two greybeards were sitting and found a small space to show her how to keep one foot flat on the chair and stretch the other leg out to make the muscles more elastic. She spied Gunner watching them and waved him over to where they were.

  “I hope you won’t mind helping me show Freddie here how to stretch her thigh muscles and tendons. I can probably ask one of the Prospects if you don’t want to help.” He gave her a growl and sat.

  “Go ahead, do your worst, just make sure I don’t get one of those heels in the head. And you are gonna owe me, so don’t bitch when I decide to collect.”

  Amy smiled at him, “I’m rewarding you enough with this dance, men used to pay the management two bills to get this, and I always got good tips.” She heard the Kid Rock song come on and grinned. “You just sit back and try not to fall asleep now.”

  Her hips started pumping and her arms circled his neck. He felt her breathe on his neck below his ear and felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand. By the time her long leg raised up and hooked his neck, pulling his head down with his face almost touching her denim clad pussy, he could feel the pre-cum leaking onto the tip of his cock. With the last thirty seconds of the song, her leg came up from behind him and hooked his neck in the bend of her knee. His head was bent back and she lowered her face to his, giving him the impression that she was going to kiss him. She stopped a mere whisper away, made a kissing sound with her pursed lips, and let his head go back in a natural position. The music had stopped and she was heading for the bathroom before he knew she was no longer there.

  Gunner took his time standing up and going back to the table where Baron was sitting. He was still hard as hell and he was vowing to himself that she was going to have his cock buried somewhere in her body tonight, the longer she made him wait, the harder he planned to fuck her. He looked at Baron and could tell the performance hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either.

  “If you don’t plan to take her to the farm, tell me now, I’ll fuck her here or wherever I can catch the little bitch. She did that on purpose and left me sitting with a damn hard-on and she is going to take care of it if I have anything to say about it. I’m just waiting for her to strut her ass out here again.”

  Baron watched the pole dancing and thought about her doing the splits like that on his pole. When she showed Freddie those stretches, he’d been ready to give her a ride. When she’d straddled Gunner without touching him, and wrapped that leg around his neck, he thought for sure Gunner was going to take a bite at that pussy, clothed or not. That last little thing she’d done with her leg around his neck, had him ready to take a bite. Her crotch was turned up and almost in his face, and he was in complete agreement with Gunner. The scared sister demanding they deal with her brother had been replaced by a dick teasing bitch, and she was slated to be the entertainment for the evening. They waited for her to come out of the bathroom.

  *****

  Amy grabbed a handful of paper towels and ran half of them under the faucet, before going into one of the stalls and hooking the door shut. She cleaned herself as well as she could, and used the dry towels to dab any remaining moisture. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten horny while dancing, the erotic dancing in itself was orgasm inducing, because you had to have sex on your mind to do a good job. Muscles stretched and flowed easier and more naturally when your intent was to arouse a partner, or more accurately a client who was forced to keep his hands to himself, while she did everything, moved in every way to entice a sexual feeling from him.

  From the sight of the lump under his jeans, she could be proud of her dance being so successful. The last look in his eyes made her nervous. She’d seen men with flared nostrils and clenched jaws before, yet none that looked like Gunner, or that drew her like he did. She’d pulled her leg from his throat and looked up to see Baron’s blue eyes staring at her with intent. She felt his eyes as she almost ran into the bathroom. Hopefully they would be engaged in sex with one of the other women when she composed herself, or she would be again tempted into teasing one or both of them. She was acting totally out of character in this place. Being with those girls and sharing make-up tips and just being one of a group of women had felt good. It made her want to continue to be one of them, so she pushed her reservations aside and let loose for the first time in years.

  She exited the stall and was rearranging her breasts in the bra when the door opened and Hightits and Bernie walked in. “Hello, ladies,” was met with a grim smile from Bernie. Hightits looked hostile, so she tried a different track. “I haven’t exercised that much in years, my legs are going to hurt like hell tomorrow.” All that speech got her was a pissed off blue eyed brunette advancing toward her with intent to do great bodily harm, if the rising hands and bent fingers were any indication of things to come. She held up a hand in front of her, and extended her own arm. “Personal space, lady, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to back the fuck off.”

  “Who the fuck do you think you are coming in here and acting like some kind of dance queen screwing with my man like that?” The slap to Amy’s face as Hightits shoved past her extended arm stung.

  She wanted to play it that way then? Let’s hope you remember how this is done. She hadn’t been in a fight since her pole dancing days and a married man’s wife found him in the bar, watching her dance. This woman wasn’t going to listen to reason. She was proved right when the names started flying and Hightits raised her hand to slap her again. “Oh no, you had one free pass, I’m not letting you use me to take your frustration out on. If you’re pissed at your man, take this shit out on him, he never said a word about you when he sat his ass in that chair.” She didn’t bother with slapping and hair pulling like the other woman was doing, Amy belted her in the mouth with her fist. Bloody lips usually stopped a girl fight, but her opponent was too blinded by rage to worry about a few drops of blood, and kept yanking her hair.

  Bernie stood by the door with her weight keeping it blocked against intruders. She didn’t particularly care who won the fight, but she was trying to make sure that no one jumped in for either side. The blonde was giving Hightits a run for her money, and when her knee connected with the brunette’s bottom jaw, it was lights out and a new Bitch Queen was born. Of course this woman wouldn’t be hanging around for long, but for now, she won the fight.

  Amy turned on the cold water and using both hands, rinsed the nasty scratch on her cheek. Her hair was beyond finger combing, and her knuckles on her right hand were bleeding from Hightits teeth connecting with them. She stood and looked down at the woman on the floor and had to stifle the urge to kick the ever living shit out of her as she lay there. If it wasn’t for that small opening where she’d been able to raise her knee, it could have ended with her laid out instead of the other woman. She stared at Bernie, daring her to start some more shit, but the woman raised her hands in the air and stepped from the door.

  “Not my fight.”

  She didn’t bother to look to see who had been watching the bathroom door. Anyone in the room could have heard the screams and yelling coming out of the echoing space, even with the flimsy door shut. She stomped over to the bar and asked the strange little man for her purse that Myrtle had stashed under the bar for her when she’d first come in today. She asked the man to give her a phone book and when he plopped a ratty old directory in front of her, she thanked him, he ignored her and went about his business.

  She found a cab company in the book and hoped that it was still open for business. Thankfully her phone was still charged up enough to make a call and she began to punch in the numbers to connect with her ticket out of this place, she was going back to her
apartment tonight, tomorrow she would buy a gun for protection. The idea scared the hell out of her, but if that’s what it took to be safe, she would do it.

  She brought the phone up to her ear and her hand was taken from behind and raised up to Baron’s ear. She stared at him wondering what his problem was until she saw the scowl on his face and he said, “Wrong number.” Her phone was pried out of her hand and he grabbed her purse and tossed the phone inside. His hand went to her jaw and pulled her around to face him so he could get a good look at the long red scratch, and the darkening bruises on her cheek. Gunner stepped close to see the injury too.

  “I’ve had enough protection from the members of Lucifer’s Breed, I want to go home to my apartment. Since your woman has expressed her displeasure with my presence, I think it’s best if I call a cab. I actually thought you men were at least faithful to your own, according to that woman, you and Gunner belong to her, and I am a fat assed cow that Gunner wanted to play with. Men that do that kind of thing make me sick, and from what I’ve heard from the Bitch Pack, you are all a bunch of selfish lovers who are only interested in getting your own pleasures. Why a woman would want to fight to keep a man like that escapes me, let alone two of you. If you get your rocks off having women fight over you, I’m not so sure if you are worth fighting over anyway.” She realized that most of the people in the room could hear what she was saying due to her voice raising while she told the two big men what she thought of their actions. She tried to calm down a bit as she continued in a more normal tone.

  “If the attack in the bathroom is any indication of things to come, I can sleep better knowing who wants to harm me at my place. At least he has a twisted reason for his hate. His is personal, and you can bet your overgrown asses that I am buying a gun tomorrow. I’m not hiding from anybody again, I’ll protect myself, and you and your band of crazies can kiss my fat cow ass.” She snatched her purse back from him and stomped to the front door. Gunner stepped in front of her and she lost her ladylike façade.

  “Get out of my way, you lowlife. I left your woman on the bathroom floor with a sore jaw, she might have a hard time sucking your selfish pencil dick off for a few days, but she’ll live. You can cheat on her with one of the other women. They can’t very well tell you no, now can they?” She stepped around him and hit the door fast.

  Chapter Seven

  Leech sat in his chair with Charm between his thighs, she was grinning, he would swear she was making giggle sounds instead of moaning in the pleasure he thought she should be feeling from sucking his cock. Amelia’s words of disdain hit him. So the Bitch Pack felt the men were all a bunch of selfish lovers? He almost always thanked them for whatever kind of fucking they engaged with him, afterwards. Even for a simple blowjob. He did his duty most of the time and made sure the woman got her orgasm too. From the way Charm was acting you’d think she never got to enjoy his cock. He pulled her head off his near bursting prick and yanked her shorts off her, and fingered her for a minute to get her juices flowing to make his path easier for both of them. He pulled her down on his cock and kept his finger on her clit while she pumped her hips up and down over him. Her moans were real this time, and he enjoyed hearing them.

  Hightits opened the bathroom door and stumbled out into the room with a bloody lips and a swelling jaw. No one was looking at her, it was as if she didn’t exist. When she woke up to find herself alone on the concrete floor, she could smell where someone had puked on and never bleached the floor to disinfect it from probably last weekend. She’d gotten mad at the rest of the women for not backing her up. For the first time in a long time, she felt completely alone. No one came looking for her, Bernie had left the room, and was doing God knows what. No one cared about her. She could have been dead on the floor and no one would have even bothered to check her pulse. Her reflection in the mirror horrified her. No amount of cold water would make the swelling on her lip go down, and the swelling jaw was beginning to turn a dark purple. She stared at herself for several long minutes. She was thirty-two years old, and had nothing but a set of silicone breasts and a worn out soul to show for it. Maybe it was time for her to make a change. The few men she’d developed a fondness for didn’t want her. They’d enjoyed her skills as a fuck buddy, but that was about it.

  Her name was Sylvia Castor. It had been so long since someone had called her Sylvia that it was a surprise when someone actually spoke her name. “Your name is Sylvia Castor, you are thirty-two years old, and you just woke up on a concrete floor with bruises that you invited on yourself,” she told her reflection. A new feeling of change was trying to shove itself to the surface. “Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?” The answer to that question gave her the guts to walk out of the bathroom to face the ridicule and laughter. Let them laugh, it would be the last time she would set herself up to fail. She had plans to make, a life to find that didn’t include her current situation, and she needed a hot shower to disinfect her hair and face from the nasty floor. When she saw no one worried about her enough to laugh or make comments, it just solidified her determination to change her life. She left through the backdoor and ignored the people at the picnic tables as she made her way home.

  Amy was at the gate, and the rough looking men were giving her a hard time about leaving. “Look, lady, I just do my job. No one told me to let you leave yet, and until they do, you can stick around with me and Irish. We don’t mind having a pretty woman hanging out with us, do we Irish?”

  She was so frustrated and still pissed about the fight and her encounter with Gunner that she could hardly stand herself, let alone two more Neanderthals. The sounds of two powerful motors didn’t distract her from stomping her foot in an effort to lose some of her anger. When Baron pulled his bike up next to her at the gate, he told her to get on, he would take her home. She stared at him a few seconds and nodded. She lifted her leg over the small space behind him and settled in for the ride home. Hopefully he would insist on searching her apartment before leaving her by herself.

  The air was much colder than it had been in the daylight for the ride here. The skimpy outfit she was wearing was no protection for her bare skin. Her hands crept up under his leather jacket, and she snuggled closer to his back with her head tucked down behind his thick shoulder. He slowed the bike and made a turn, but she kept tucked down from the wind. When he stopped the bike, she finally looked up and wondered where they were. There was a beautiful log home from what she could see, and as the other bike that was following them pulled in next to them, she could see that Gunner was driving that one. So much for her lightened mood.

  “You said you were taking me home, this isn’t my apartment building, I’ve never been here before.” He dismounted but she sat where she was. He couldn’t seriously believe that she was going to continue to be fucked with like this. Her libido was working overtime still and the knowledge that Baron had brought her to this place didn’t bode well for her peace of mind.

  “You assumed I meant your home, this one is mine. Come on let’s get inside, I can see you shivering from the cold.”

  She followed him to the door. All the way thinking about how stupid she’d been not paying attention to where they’d headed when they left the clubhouse. Gunner stomped in behind them. Melvin almost knocked her down from the fuck me heels she was wearing when he saw her. She couldn’t help but give him a bit of loving, and praise for his beautiful little self. “There’s my little man, you are looking so good, look at this little guy. Are you a good boy?”

  Baron called him and made him go outside to take care of his business, then told her to follow Gunner. She didn’t want to follow the silent man anywhere. Since she didn’t want to anger either man further tonight, she followed down a short flight of steps and into a large room with what appeared to be workout equipment. That explained the thick muscles. Riding a motorcycle and swilling beer all of the time wasn’t the kind of lifestyle that inspired muscles like Baron’s, or even Gunner’s.

  Watching
Gunner remove his jacket and t-shirt reminded her that she’d been feeling a lot friendlier to him two hours earlier than she did now. It had been too long since she’d been around a real man, is all that had been. Maybe she should seriously look around for a boyfriend or maybe even a fuck buddy until she found someone who could or would give her the kind of sex she needed. Arlan hadn’t understood anything but abuse. Her needs were for a bit of pain with the pleasure. Most men had no idea how to give her what she needed. Asking for what she wanted was always misinterpreted, so she gave up on trying. Her e-reader was filled with books about her kink, but real life men didn’t have a clue.

  She wondered what Baron or Gunner would say if they saw her pierced nipples. They’d probably say something stupid and piss her off even more.

  “Here’s a bathroom, you can take a shower too. There’s a robe behind the door if you don’t want to use a towel when you’re done. Baron will be down in a few minutes, so if anything else is needed he can get it for you.”

  She was happy that he was being at least polite. “Thank you, Gunner, I think I owe you an apology for at least part of what I said earlier. You don’t make me sick, the circumstance did. If I’d known you belonged to that woman, I wouldn’t have chosen you for that lap dance. I learned to dance while I was in college, it made paying the bills easier, and the lap dances were something that made a lot of money. They bought the books and paid the rent. Some days the tips I got from a dance meant whether I’d eat bologna or Ramon noodles for a week. Tonight I lost my head and cut loose a bit too much, and showed off some of my old skills. I apologize for causing you problems with your girlfriend.”