Devils: Cutthroat 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “What game are you playing, Boyd? I don’t know any Neil Orson, but if he owes me money, I damn sure would.”

  Beast thought for a moment. “We need to meet. If you’re not jerking me off, you’ve got some serious shit going down that you need know about. I’ve got proof. Meet me and Hightower at that little viewing area at the North Vegas Airport. Do you know where I’m talking about?”

  “I can find it. How do I know you aren’t setting me up?”

  “Jack, I’m trying to help myself by helping you, okay? Come alone. It will be just Hightower and myself.”

  “Why is your VP going to be there?”

  “Because he’s the one who put all the pieces together. No bullshit, Jack. You need to hear this.”

  “I’m going to bring a couple of my guys.”

  “I wouldn’t recommend it. If you really don’t know what we’re going to tell you, you may not want anyone else to know we told you. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  Jack was quiet for a long time. “I’ll be there in an hour. If I see anyone other than you and Hightower, I’m not stopping.”

  “Fair enough. See you in an hour.”

  “How do you know you can trust him?” Rip asked the moment the phone bleeped.

  “I don’t trust him. I’ll have Hightower hold back until he arrives, just in case, so he can bail my ass out if it’s a setup.”

  “Beast, you need some backup, I’m telling you. You can’t trust those Scarred fuckers. You know that.”

  “Better than anyone,” he murmured. “This is the way it has to be, but I’m not going to complain if a few brothers are only a couple of minutes away.”

  Rip smiled into the mirror. “I think we can work something out.”

  ***

  “Where’s Hightower?” Jack asked as he rolled to a stop beside Beast. He left his hog running and in gear.

  “You don’t trust me, I don’t trust you. He’s waiting to make sure you didn’t bring a bunch of gorillas. Step off the bike and leave your weapon.”

  “What about you?”

  Beast pulled his weapon, being very careful to not make any threatening moves, and laid it on the seat of his bike and stepped away. After a moment, Skellon shut off his bike, and removed his own weapon and placed it on the seat beside Beast’s before walking to him.

  Beast nodded and pulled out his phone. “It’s clear. Leave your weapon on my bike.” Thirty seconds later, Hightower pulled to a stop, stepped off, and left his weapon before he strode up to the other two men.

  “This is what we found,” Hightower said, slapping sheaf of folded papers into Jack’s hand before explaining to Jack what he was looking at.

  Jack flipped through the documents. “So? Some asshole named Neil Orson is up to his neck in shit. What does that have to do with me or The Scarred?”

  Hightower pointed. “See these three debt refinances? There is no trace of where the money came from. Where did he come up with thirty million dollars with no paper trail? So we did some more digging. Word on the street is it came from The Scarred.”

  “That’s bullshit. We don’t have that kind of money.”

  “Exactly. But that’s what the street is saying. When was the last time you checked your books, Jack?” Hightower asked.

  Jack stared at Hightower then Beast. “Are you telling me my club is cooking the books and that we invested Russian money into a bad real estate deal?”

  Beast shrugged. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m just pointing out what we found. I know when we were moving guns, we could float thirty mil, but not forever. Add to that that Neil Orson is in a high-stakes poker game where someone is communicating threats. Add to that some of your guys made a run on one of our clients at the same time I’m in the tournament. I don’t know it was your guys, but someone also tossed the hotel rooms of the same clients and someone made a kidnapping play against a friend of mine that we headed off because whoever did it overplayed their hand. So you tell me, Jack, what do you see?”

  Jack sucked on his front teeth a moment as he tapped the papers against his hand. “I’ll look into it. If you turn out to be right, I’ll owe you one.”

  “Just find out who is running the shadow club. I know we have had our differences, but we have been able to maintain the peace for five years. Anyone who undermines their President isn’t someone I can trust. This peace has been good for both our clubs. I don’t want to go back to the way it was, do you?”

  “No,” Jack said as he moved to Beast’s bike, picked up his weapon, and tucked it away before he mounted up and thumbed his bike to life. “By the way, I saw your boys at the McDonald’s. You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are,” he said before he pulled out of the small park with a roar.

  Hightower looked at Beast and chuckled at his surprised expression. “It says something that he trusted you enough to come anyway.”

  “I guess. I wonder if that means he has his brothers hiding somewhere?”

  Hightower shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He didn’t call them in. No matter what, I think this is a step forward for the clubs. Maybe we’re finally ready to put the past into the past.”

  Beast thought about that as his Harley rumbled to life. “Maybe,” he muttered too quietly for Hightower to hear.

  ***

  Beast and Hightower strode into the clubhouse, a crooked grin splitting Beast’s face. Shayna was sitting with a group of women speaking boisterously with her hands. He couldn’t tell what she was talking about, but the women were listening with rapt attention.

  “…so we were sitting there eating dinner, the entire casino empty except for—oh, hey Conor,” she said as he stopped beside her. She rose and kissed him just a bit more intimately than she’d normally have in public, further asserting her claim to him. “I was just telling them about—”

  “So I heard,” he interrupted. “How do you feel about stretching your legs?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We’ve been cooped up in the casino for almost a week. I’m ready to get out for a while.” He grinned at the women still seated then looked back to Shayna. “I want to take you for a ride.”

  “Who can say no to an offer like that?” Shayna asked, breaking into a huge smile.

  The five women had pumped her for the last hour. It had taken them a few minutes to draw her out, but she found she liked having her lover the object of envy. They were obviously surprised he was still with her and wanted to know her secret.

  “How’d the meeting go?” she asked as they stepped outside.

  “He doesn’t know.” Beast sat on the bike and waited as Shayna mounted up behind him.

  “That doesn’t sound good. Are you sure you’re right?”

  Beast started the bike. “No, not one hundred percent. But all the pieces fit. If I am right, there is going to be some serious shit going down. The Scarred are in deep, and you don’t want to fuck with the Russians.”

  “What’s going to happen?”

  Beast eased out on the clutch and the hog pulled smoothly away. “Damned if I know. But whatever it is, it’s going to be bad.”

  ***

  They spent the next two hours dancing the big Harley along Highway 167 and then Valley of Fire Highway as the roads meandered through the Lake Meade National Recreation Area and Valley of Fire State Park.

  As the night cooled, Shayna felt a lifting of weight like she rarely felt. They were alone, just the two of them carving along the winding roads as the bass rumble of the bike rose and fell like the bike was alive and breathing. She inhaled deeply and enjoyed the smells of growing things, the world dark except for the occasional flash of passing light, the stabbing beam of the Harley’s powerful headlamp, and the glittering expanse of stars above.

  She snuggled in a little closer, her hands slowly caressing the inside of Beast’s thighs. They couldn’t easily talk over the full-throated road song of the Harley, but during a straight stretch he reached back and gave her thigh a slow ca
ress before returning his hand to the handlebar to bend the hog through another long, sweeping curve. His touch was electric, making feel like she was alive with energy. She was free, her concerns left behind under the bright lights of Vegas, and she reveled in the moment. Out here, alone in the darkness, she felt a connection form between herself and Beast. She smiled. Without her realizing it, he’d become more than just someone to scratch an itch; he’d become her friend and, perhaps, a tiny bit more. She didn’t love him, but she did like him, a lot, and not only for what he did to her in the bed. It was far too early to be thinking about forever, but she wasn’t above thinking about what would happen next week, after the tournament was over. She wanted to continue to see him, and she hoped he wanted to see her, as well.

  Beast squeezed on the brakes and banged the bike down a gear, then another, quickly bleeding off speed when he noticed the bright neon sign. He turned into the Valley of Fire Motel, a small mom and pop place squatting in the scrub at the edge of the Valley of Fire State Park. Shayna had been softly stroking his manhood for the last forty minutes and he couldn’t take it anymore. Riding through the night with her tucked in close he had an epiphany. He’d ridden many women on the back of his bike, but that had always been to get from one place to another, often from a bar to her place or a motel so he could fuck her stupid. But, tonight, as they belted along one of his favorite stretches of road, he realized he didn’t care where they were going so long as Shayna was with him. As he backed the bike into the parking spot he smiled. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he liked it. He liked it a lot.

  “Why are we stopping here?” she asked as the Harley went silent.

  “Because I believe in helping local businesses.”

  “You—” she began but stopped when a pair of bikes panic braked on the road as they flashed by the motel entrance, then circled around and pulled into the motel parking lot.

  Her breath caught in her chest as Beast strode casually out to meet them. They spoke for a moment before the two nodded and looped around him before pulling back onto the road and bellowing away into the darkness.

  As he sauntered back she began to breathe again. “Friends of yours?”

  “Yeah. They’ve been on our tail since we left. They swear Hightower didn’t put them up to it, but I know better. I told them we were here for the night and unless they were going to spend the night, too, they should go home.”

  “We’re spending the night? I don’t have any clothes.”

  “I guess you’ll have to sleep nude. What a shame.”

  She followed him into the small office attended by an older woman. “Two for one night. King-sized bed on the back side if you have it.”

  “All our rooms are Kings,” the woman said, sliding a key across the desk as Beast filled out the form. “You’re in room two-twelve, on the end. That’ll be one nineteen for the night.” Beast counted off twenties. “Thank you. Enjoy your evening.”

  Beast smiled. “We will.”

  Shayna walked along the back of the building, opening the door as Beast putt-putted around the end on the bike, stopping into front of their room. She left the door open as she flipped on lights and started the air conditioner, the room still oppressively hot from the heat of the day. She squeaked in surprise as Beast pulled her away from the unit and spun her around to pin her to the door with his body. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue probing until she opened her mouth to let him in.

  He pulled back from the kiss and began to unbutton her shirt. He wanted to rip her clothes from her, but she’d have to wear them again tomorrow so he couldn’t destroy them.

  The moment he started unbuttoning her clothes, she began to help, tugging at his belt and pulling his shirt out of his pants. She ached for him, his need flowing over her like a river, drowning her in his desire. She was beginning to sweat as the heat of the room and the heat of her passion combined, making her burn in desire.

  Free of their clothing, he picked her up and slammed her against the door again, her grunt as he entered her making his blood roar. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Shayna at this instant. He plunged into her again and she gasped, writhing against the door as she twisted her hands in his hair and pulled his lips first to hers, then to her neck.

  She wanted to kiss him, was desperate to kiss him, but she couldn’t breathe, holding his lips to her neck as she gasped for breath. It was their first time all over again, but turned up to eleven, dripping with sweat, the slickness of their skin adding to her pleasure. They’d only started, but her orgasm was coming, as unstoppable and devastating as ever. She began to flex her legs, pressing down against his arms under her knees, moving with him as her pleasure climbed to terrifying heights.

  “Oh…my…fucking God!” she cried as she pushed against the door while pulling hard with her legs to force him as deep as possible. She was alive with erotic energy, her entire body quivering as her climax rolled over her, burying her in pleasure she could scarcely contain.

  He held her as she bucked and writhed, one of her hands around the back of his neck, the other biting into his back, pulling with strength he hadn’t suspected she possessed. He held her tight, kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, allowing her to take her release, until she relaxed with a sigh.

  She sagged in relief as her orgasm washed out of her. She exhaled, trying to gather her wits as he levered her off the door and dropped her on the bed, then ducked under her leg, draping them over his shoulders as he entered her again and began to move, driving into her with long powerful strokes.

  “Don’t stop,” she ordered a moment later as she felt the first tingles of another orgasm forming. “Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t you ever stop fucking me,” she murmured as she held his head.

  He watched as her face went hard, her eyes widening as she ordered him to please her. I’ll fuck her, all right. I’ll fuck her like no man has ever fucked her. He could feel his orgasm coming, but he was determined to give her another brain-melting orgasm before his own pleasure took him.

  “God…damnit! I’m going to come again! You better make me come!” she snarled, her teeth bared in a feral sneer. She felt wild and out of control, all her reserve stripped away by this one perfect moment of pleasure. Conor, his face a mask of pleasure, his body glowing as sweat ran off him in trickles sent her pleasure soaring. I can’t take it! I—

  He let her legs slip from his shoulders as her eyes rolled and her head tipped back to press hard into the bed as her back arched until he thought she’d snap. He dropped lower, supporting himself on elbows as he wrapped her up and held her tight while he pounded into her hard and fast, driving her orgasm on as she moaned low, long and deep.

  She was lost in a maelstrom of pleasure, all rational thought blotted out by the devastating pleasure of her rapture. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, a never-ending wave of ecstasy that consumed her.

  She continued to press up into him as her back arched, her body alive with motion as her fingers bit into his back and she clamped down on him like a vice. He could hold against his orgasm no longer, her devastating climax ripping away his control. He roared his completion as he held her tight, burying his face in her neck as he plunged into her like an over-revved machine, whimpering in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Unable to continue, unwilling to stop, he fucked her, pressing his mouth into her shoulder as he again bellowed his pleasure into the night.

  Conor’s roar as he gripped her tight was just what she needed. Another orgasm slammed into her, not as hard as the first two, but enough. She cried out softly in relief, holding him tight as he barked out again, pounding into her furiously a moment more before collapsing into her, shuddering as he growled and panted. She wanted to cry, but didn’t know why, so strung out she felt totally out of sorts.

  “Fuck…” Beast breathed, panting like a bellows as his orgasm washed out of him. He’d never, ever, come that hard in his life. With a groan he tried to rise, wanting to take his weight
off her, but Shayna’s gentle tug encouraged him to stay.

  The urge to cry was past and she wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what, unable to put into words how she felt. It was probably just the afterglow of their passion, but she wanted to tell him how he was becoming something more than just a friend. She sighed in contentment as she felt that gossamer thin connection between them grow a little more substantial.

  His cock was so hard it ached. After an orgasm like that he should be totally spent, but he felt energized in a way he’d never felt before, as if Shayna was charging him from a deep well of energy. He began to move, thrusting into her, wanting to make love to her and never stop. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her, allowing her energy to wash over him as he drank it in.

  She moaned, her hand going to his head to hold him into the kiss, spurring him on with her heels, wanting nothing more than this night to continue forever.