Devils: Cutthroat 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  She shuddered and whimpered as she thrust at his finger. He couldn’t stand it any longer and began to work her pantyhose off as he continued to lightly finger her, pausing briefly to pull her bra aside and suckle at her breast before moving lower. As he pushed her hose lower she kicked out of her shoes and he slid them off one foot then the other.

  He stood and pulled his pants up enough to remove the condom he’d placed in his back pocket between his wallet and ass so it didn’t show. He tore it open with his teeth before Shayna took it from his hand and sheathed his manhood. She made to kneel, but he pulled her up and pinned her against the door again, unwilling to wait another moment before having her.

  He leaned in and kissed her again, pressing her body hard against the door with his own as she curled a leg behind his and pulled him in tighter still. She didn’t understand what had come over her, but she didn’t care, her only thought of her need. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck, his pants of desire licking her skin as hot as flame. He crouched then picked her up before pressing her even harder into the door.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered as he entered her, his hands holding her tight as her legs draped over his arms. He wasn’t huge, but his cock sliding into her wetness seemed to touch her just right, not so large to hurt but big enough to satisfy. He began to grunt softly, the door thumping and rattling softly in its frame as he banged into her with slow hard thrusts. She’d never been taken anywhere other than a bed and the explosive need that had come over them, a need that couldn’t wait to be satisfied as they fucked against the door, sent her reeling.

  She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in, first kissing him savagely then pushing him away and turning her head sideways as she began to gasp. She keened softly, a long drawn out mewl as she began to quiver, her entire body vibrating with the intensity of her orgasm until, with a great gasped, she lunged into him with her hips, pushing back against the door.

  “Stop! Oh, God, please stop,” she gasped, feeling light headed and weak. She prayed he was strong enough hold her because if he dropped her now she’d splash into a puddle and run out under the door.

  He held her, his cock still deep inside as he panted from desire and effort. “You okay?” he asked as he continued to pant into her neck, pleased with himself that he’d made her come so hard.

  “Mm-hmm,” she buzzed, nodding her head slowly as she clung to him, unable to move. They stood still for several long moments before she relaxed with a long, cleansing, exhale. As control returned to her body, she began to squirm, trying to disentangle herself from his arms.

  He pulled out and set her on her feet. She staggered a bit, holding him before getting her legs under her. He smiled again. He hoped she wasn’t done, but she looked devastated, and nothing turned him on more than making a woman look as out of sorts as Shayna did now.

  She breathed out again, her equilibrium returning. She’d never, ever, come so hard as she had just then. She smiled at him, pushing her hair out of her face. “I hope you’re satisfied with yourself, you shit,” she said, before leaning in and kissing him, her tongue engaged in an intimate dance with his as she slowly stroked his cock. There was no semen in the reservoir so he should be good to go again. She released his cock and reached behind her to remove her bra then dropped to the floor with the rest of her clothes. “I bet you can’t do that again,” she said as she stepped around him and headed for the bedroom.

  Beast stepped out of his pants and shoes. You’re on, he said to himself as he followed.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Shayna woke, feeling groggy, relaxed, and well satisfied. No school or work today, a new job waiting for her, and, most recently, a fucking to end all fuckings had her smiling as she climbed out of the darkness of sleep. Beast hadn’t been able to make her climax again as hard as he had the first time, but he still had her squirming and moaning in pleasure all night.

  She rolled over and slapped at the bed, searching for him, before opening her eyes to the empty bed. She listened for the shower a moment then felt a crushing disappointment at the silence of the room. She didn’t expect everlasting dedication from him, but for him to leave her alone in the room…that hurt. It wasn’t even the fact that she wanted him to try to pound her through the bed again as much as she felt used.

  She sat up, tears forming in her eyes as her mouth tugged down. I should have known he was no different than anyone else…damnit. She slipped on her glasses and padded naked out of the bedroom, hoping beyond hope to find him sitting there, but the room was empty. The pile of clothes by the door was missing and her purse had been moved to a table. She returned to the bedroom and checked the closet to find both her uniform and her suit neatly hung.

  With a sigh she took a shower, spending longer than strictly necessary, trying to let go of the hurt. I tried to warn you, her angel murmured. Finished with her shower, she returned to the bedroom dressed in a robe. She retrieved her phone from her purse and called her parents.

  “Mom, it’s Shayna. I wanted to let you know I was okay.”

  “Okay. I wish you had called us last night and let us know you weren’t coming home.”

  “I know, Mom. But I got sidetracked. I’ll be home in a little while.”

  “Everything okay? You sound a little down.”

  “Yeah, everything is okay,” she lied. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  “Okay, honey. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Mom.”

  She was halfway back to the bedroom when there was a knock on the door. “Room Service!”

  She stepped to the door and looked through the peep. Thomas was there, holding a huge bouquet of roses. She opened the door. “Hey, Thomas, put them on the table.”

  “Shayna! What are you doing here?” As he entered he looked into the bedroom with the destroyed bed. “Sorry, never mind. These must be for you,” he said as set the flowers on the table. “If I had known they were yours I would have brought them up first thing.”

  “First thing?”

  “Yeah. Buds called for a pickup first thing this morning, but with the breakfast rush we’re just now getting caught up.” He looked at her and grinned. “Must have been some night!”

  Shayna smiled slightly. Thomas was a good guy, but she wasn’t in the mood. “Yes, well, things happen.”

  He chuckled as he started to the door. “For two dozen roses, I would say it must have happened more than once. See ya,” he said as he stepped out of the room and closed the door.

  She looked at the roses a moment, feeling a bit better before she plucked the card from the holder and opened it. Sorry I’m not there. Called to work. Would like to meet you for lunch. Visit La Fashion. Meet you in the room. Beast.

  She smiled as she read the card again, then again, before she flicked it several times with her finger as she thought. Her smile spreading, she returned the card to the holder and picked up her phone again. She wasn’t going to be home as early as she thought.

  ***

  “Hey, Shayna, I’ve been expecting you,” Jennifer said as Shayna stepped into the small boutique.

  “Why’s that?”

  “A guest was waiting when I opened this morning. He left a two hundred fifty dollar credit for you. He said you would be down later to claim it.”

  “He did?”

  “Yeah. Told me to tell you to pick out something comfortable. Who is he? He’s was so damn hot I thought he was going to set the racks on fire!”

  Shayna giggled. “A friend.”

  “Does he have any friends?” Jennifer asked, her eyes dancing.

  “A lot, I think.”

  “Well if any of them look like him, introduce me, will you? Help a girl out!”

  Shayna grinned. “I’ll see what I can do. Comfortable, huh? Okay, let’s start with a pair of pants. And I’m going to need some shoes, too.”

  “Right this way.”

  ***

  Beast looked over the room. The Bellagio was pissed! Hotel s
ecurity had called DR Security first thing this morning telling them someone had broken into and wrecked the two adjoined suites they’d rented for the Argentines.

  “Nobody saw anything? Heard anything?” Beast asked Gregor Lloyd, the head of Bellagio hotel security.

  “No. The only reason we even knew it happened is housekeeping saw the open door. You told me there was no need for extra precautions. What’s going on, Beast?”

  “Damned if I know, man,” Beast replied. “There is no reason for this. The Argentines are in town talking to Boeing and Lockheed-Martin about purchasing some airplanes for their air force or some shit. Completely on the up and up. There’s no reason for this.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Sure? Of course I’m not sure. How often do you get the whole story?”

  Gregor nodded. “Stupid fucks. How do they expect us to do our jobs if they keep secrets?”

  “I’ve got Molina on the phone,” Hightower said, handing the phone to Beast. He handled the day-to-day operations for the club and its various businesses, but Beast was the front man for the security company.

  “Señor Molina, this is Conor Boyd. We have a situation here,” Beast said as he took the phone.

  “What situation is that, Señor Boyd?” Joaquín Molina asked in his heavily accented English.

  “Someone broke into your rooms either last night or this morning. I’m wondering if you know anything about it?”

  “Why would I know anything about it? I’m not even there.”

  “I understand, but is there anything you haven’t told me. Anything I should know? I can’t keep you safe if you withhold information from me.”

  “No, nothing. We are in your country just for what I told you. We are in the market for twenty-five new fighters for our air force. We spoke with Boeing and Lockheed, and now we are…relaxing. Monday we return home. Perhaps it’s one of the companies we spoke with?”

  Beast grimaced. “Not likely. If they were to go through your rooms, looking for something, they’d try to do it so nobody knew. This looks like someone trashed the rooms so you would know. You’re sure there’s nothing you’re not telling me?”

  “No, Señor Boyd. Why would we do that?”

  Beast sighed. “Okay. How’s the Sons of Sins experience?”

  Molina chuckled. “I think when I retire I will join a motorcycle gang. We’re robbing a bank today.”

  Beast grinned. “Try not to get shot, okay?”

  Molina laughed. “That would be bad for your business, yes?”

  “Yes, very. Thank you Señor Molina. We’ll have your cars waiting for you when you return Sunday.”

  Beast hung up the phone and handed it back to Hightower. “Nothing. I believe him.”

  “You know we’re going to have to bill you for the repairs?” Gregor said.

  “Send me the bill. Shit! Something doesn’t make sense here. Hightower, send three more guys up to Lida, just in case.”

  “Where are they going to stay?”

  “Hell if I know. Figure something out. Rent an RV if you have to. But until we know what’s going on, we need to put some additional boots on the ground.” Beast turned his attention back to Bellagio security. “Thanks, Gregor. I’m sorry about this.”

  Gregor nodded. “It happens.”

  Beast and Hightower stepped into the hall. “What do you think?” Beast asked.

  “I think we don’t charge enough for this shit. I’m billing this to the Argentine government.”

  “Yeah, but what am I missing?”

  “Nothing. There is no reason for this job to go tits up like this.”

  Beast fumed but then slapped Hightower on the back. “I know, but it’s why you make the big bucks.”

  ***

  Shayna was sitting in one of the big leather chairs playing with her phone when she heard the click of the door unlocking. Beast strode in, his face brooding. At first she wondered if it was her, but then she saw the darkness lift, just like at the tournament. She wished she could compartmentalize like that.

  “I was pissed at you,” she said as she rose from the chair.

  “I’m sorry. I would have like to have stayed, I had plans this morning, but…”

  She gave him a soft kiss. “It’s okay. You could have woken me and told me, but the flowers are lovely.”

  He chuckled. “I tried! You told me ‘five more minutes.’”

  “I did not!”

  “Swear to God! Did you know you sleep like the dead? I showered, hung up your clothes, everything. Not a twitch.”

  Shayna snickered. “What did you expect after last night? You wore me out.”

  “That’s a good thing, right?”

  “A very good thing,” she purred. “Thank you for the credit at La Fashion. You didn’t have to do that.”

  “No problem. I didn’t think you’d want to wear your uniform or your suit after it lay on the floor all night.”

  “What do you think?” she asked as she twirled. She was dressed in a pair of white shorts, a white T-shirt blouse with horizontal black stripes and trim, and a pair of sandals. “I didn’t spend the credit you left for me.”

  “You look great, but why not?”

  “Because I can buy my own clothes.”

  “I wouldn’t have left it if I didn’t want you to spend it, but whatever,” he said, letting it go. “I missed breakfast and I’m starving. How do you feel about brunch instead of lunch? I know the perfect place.”

  She grabbed her purse as she walked to the door. “I’m ready if you are.”

  “Can you tell me what happened this morning?” she asked as they rode down in the elevator.

  “Someone trashed a client’s room over at the Bellagio. It’s nothing. Just weird is all.”

  “When did it happen?”

  “Don’t know. Hotel security called us about six-thirty. So sometime late last night or early this morning.” He smiled at her. “Do we really have to talk about work?”

  She grinned. “No. What do you want to talk about?”

  “You.”

  “Nothing to talk about,” she said as the door opened to the lobby.

  “Oh, I think there is a great deal to talk about,” he corrected. “This way.”

  She guessed they would be on his bike since he was wearing his colors, and she was right. “Oh hell,” she muttered as he handed her an extra helmet.

  “What?”

  “Las Vegas. Black leather seat. Shorts.”

  He began to chuckle. “Hmm…I do love the smell of bacon,” he said as he stood the hog upright.

  She slapped him playfully then got on, settling onto the seat. She had to adjust a couple of times, but her shorts where just long enough to protect her legs from the hot seat.

  Beast backed the Harley into a spot at Jamms, another place she’d heard of but had never tried. He walked in, pulled his shades off, and looked around. She couldn’t figure out what it was about him removing his sunglasses, but she liked it. He seemed so…masculine…in his leather jacket, shades and riding boots, and she knew from experience that he knew how to treat a lady, both in the bed and out. It didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell and she enjoyed watching the hostess subtly checking him out.

  “Two,” he said as he tucked his glasses in a pocket, “in a booth please.”

  “This way,” the woman said as she led them to their table, and Shayna would swear she was swinging her hips more than necessary. Not going to work, baby cakes. For today, at least, he’s mine.

  “What’s good?” Shayna asked as she scanned the menu.

  “I usually get either the Taylor Ham Sandwich or the Breakfast Burrito.”

  Shayna found them on the menu. “I think I’ll have the Burrito.”

  “Okay, I’ll get the sandwich and you can try it.”

  The waitress arrived, and though she was totally professional, Shayna enjoyed watching as her eyes kept flicking to Beast as he ordered for both of them.

  “What’s the plan
?” Shayna asked as their coffee arrived.

  “The plan? I’m going to spend the day relaxing and unwinding with a beautiful woman and forget about the tournament, work, and everything else. Then I’m taking her to someplace nice for dinner before I take her back to my room where I’m going to seduce her and make love to her for hours.” He smiled. “Now, how much of that plan actually happens remains to be seen,” he said, his voice becoming more playful.