Full Heat: A Brothers of Mayhem Novel

by Carla Swafford

  Looking down, she watched his head bob and his tongue stroke deeper. The feeling and sight pushed her over the edge. She pressed his face to her as she trembled and wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

  He stood and swept her up in his arms and headed down the hallway to the bedrooms.

  She caressed his shoulders, neck, and cheekbones, each slow glide of her hand allowing him time to process that they were her touches.

  When he stepped into her bedroom, he gradually released her. Her breasts rubbed down his leather vest, and in turn, her nipples chafed against the stiff edges of his patches. His strong fingers dug into her ass as he pressed her groin up against his hard cock.

  He looked down into her face. “You’re something.” She imagined her expression betrayed her hunger for him as his did for her. His fingers threaded through her hair in the back and he tightened his grip, dragging her head back.

  “From now on when we’re in this house, I want you naked. I enjoy looking at you. I like knowing you’re wet for me.” His voice was low and hard with need.

  She cupped his groin and carefully squeezed. “I want you naked too. And I love how you’re hard for me. Later, I want you in my mouth. I’ll suck you so hard you’ll never want another woman.”

  “Fuck, Mary Jane.”

  “Yes. That’s right. Fuck. Me.”

  Determination hardened his face. Fear streaked deliciously through her when he shoved her onto the bed and spread her legs apart. Then the fear evaporated when his mouth covered her pussy, his tongue searching for her knotted clit. Licking and sucking as if he hadn’t gotten enough seconds earlier. She arched her body and covered her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She needed to come again. The whole time she’d pressed her chest to his back on the ride home, all she could think about was having his cock thrusting between her legs. What was it about this man that caused her to want him so badly? Everything.

  When he stopped suddenly, she opened her mouth to scream at him. Then he opened his jeans and pulled out his stiff cock.

  “No,” she said.

  His head jerked up and his eyes glowed in anger.

  “I want you naked. I want your skin against mine, rubbing and heating mine,” she said in a rough voice.

  For a moment, he looked as if he planned to protest, but with a grimness, he stripped. In seconds, he stood in front of her in all his naked glory with his sculptured, muscled body and his insidious tattoos that she’d wanted to lick, and the cock she wanted to bathe with her attention.

  He leaned over her and one hand cupped her throat. “Don’t get used to bossing me around. I’m ready to fuck, and I’ll give a little leeway, but remember I’m the boss. You’re my property now. You belong to me.” With a nudge of his hips, she spread her legs and then he plunged inside. She gasped and closed her eyes, but he said, “Look at me. Your pussy was made for only my cock.”

  She was unsure if he even knew what he was saying. Each withdrawal and thrust jarred her body. His fingers dug into her hips. Then he lifted her legs over one of his shoulders and began hammering into her. He squeezed her legs together, tightening the fit. She screamed as she came.

  —

  Storm stretched and looked at the woman asleep next to him. He’d never slept with a woman in his bed all night. Even at the motel and their night at her parents’ place, he’d made an excuse, and bunked elsewhere. Fucking and leaving them or pushing them away a minute after he got his rocks off was his usual routine. Hell. Until Mary Jane, he’d never wanted them touching any part of him but his cock.

  Grinning like a fool, he wanted to take a picture at the sight of her sleeping there. Hair sticking out in every direction, drool in one corner of her wide-open mouth, she looked ridden hard and put away wet, but to him, she was beautiful. She was his. Fuck, yes! He’d ridden her hard for most of the early morning hours.

  He heard what sounded like a hand slapping the door frame and his gaze swung toward the entrance to the bedroom.

  “Hey, Storm. I hate bothering you, man, but I have something you need to hear.” Cutter tried to whisper as he spoke through the wood but failed miserably with his deep gravelly voice.

  Storm eased out of bed and grabbed up his jeans. Without tripping, he walked into them and was zipping up when he opened the door and moved into the hallway.

  “Let’s go into the other room.” Storm led the way. As soon as he reached the living room, he turned to face Cutter. “Okay. What’s going on?”

  “Twofer called and said after you left, Easy came back to the bar and was talking shit about Mary Jane being the one who killed her partner. That she wanted to set us up for the fall.”

  “What did Wolf say?”

  “He hasn’t been around. He disappeared right after you two left.”

  “Call him and tell him to get his ass here.”

  “I’ve tried calling him. It goes straight to voicemail.”

  “Fuck.” Storm’s fingers swept back his hair and kept his hand there. Where in the hell was Wolf?

  “Hate to say it, boss, but Wolf has been acting funny lately. He’s been disappearing a lot and turning off his phone. He never will answer me when I ask where he’s been.”

  Storm looked at Cutter. A Brother was always on call. How would he know a run was ordered or that he was needed to take care of club business if no one could get in touch?

  “When he shows up, I’ll talk with him.” Scratching his chest in thought, Storm heard the bedroom door open. “For now, let’s keep this quiet about what Easy said. He’s full of shit.”

  “Are you sure, boss? We only have her word that Jimmy had handed over the stores to her before he died.”

  “He’s making shit up to make me look bad and hurt her. Next time, you tell them that.”

  Cutter nodded.

  Storm looked over at Mary Jane as she entered the room. The tight T-shirt and snug pants had his cock filling out. He needed her out of the room so he could concentrate. Plus, there was no need for her to overhear what they said about club business, even if it was her business too.

  “Sugar, go fix us coffee.”

  She raised an eyebrow, looking at Cutter and then back at Storm. “Okay. This time. Next time, I’ll show you how to make it.” As she brushed by, she smirked and stroked his naked chest.

  He hissed, not from the usual distaste for a person’s touch but from a rolling need to throw her on the floor and fuck her hard. His gaze followed her until she walked into the kitchen.

  “Man, you got it bad.” Cutter scowled. “Don’t forget she’s a citizen. She won’t understand the brotherhood. They never do. Might be time to hand her over to another protection service.” He sounded as if he’d been there, done that.

  Storm studied his sergeant at arms. Cutter had been voted into the position about six weeks earlier. When the spot came open, Storm had asked Wolf’s opinion on whether or not the man could be trusted. Storm knew Cutter was drunk more often than he was sober. Most everyone was afraid of him—perfect for being the SA as he was the enforcer for the chapter—and being a six-five, two-hundred-fifty-pound monster encouraged that fear, but the alcohol made him unpredictable. So after a long talk with Storm, Cutter agreed to temper his drinking and he was voted in.

  Wolf had told him that Cutter’s drinking had started when his wife left him a couple years back. They had gotten into a big fight when he refused to leave the Brothers of Mayhem. From what Storm had seen, the man wasn’t over his wife as he never took up with any of the available pussy at their parties.

  “Go back to the Skull and Bones. See what you can find out about Wolf and keep an eye on Easy. I’ll be there in a couple hours. Call if something urgent happens.” Storm waited until Cutter left before he headed for the kitchen. The man was right. He needed to let Mary Jane go. She could find another guard service to protect her.

  Anger surged through him. Damn! He hated the thought of another man watching her, touching her. He hesitated in the doorway. She w
asn’t in the kitchen. The coffeemaker spewed and popped as the air filled with the eye-opening smell. Then he caught movement outside—knees bent and arms smoothly swirling. She was doing tai chi exercises. She’d told him all about it while they had been in Tennessee. Her whole family was into it.

  When she’d been a kid, a man had stayed with them for a couple years, teaching them the moves and showing her how to use them in defense. The woman was like a sponge. Maybe she could get used to the life he led. He needed to make up his everfucking mind.

  He poured a cup of coffee as he studied her. His gaze traveled down her lean torso to her long legs as she swayed and twisted in a rhythm that only she could hear. Her every seamless turn and step reminded him of why he savored the view.

  Just as he swallowed the last drop, Mary Jane’s left leg slipped out from under her and she fell hard onto the grass. In seconds, he was running across the backyard to reach her. He couldn’t remember putting down his cup, but his hands were empty and he was running his fingers down her legs.

  “Are you hurt? Did you break anything?”

  “No. The morning dew got the best of me.” She laughed and shook her head. “Help me up. My pride and rump are worse for wear.”

  Her eyes twinkled.

  Unable to stop it, he covered her with his body and kissed her. Grasping the back of her neck, he held her still as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, marking ownership, reminding her who she belonged to. He jerked up her snug T-shirt, growling as he wrestled with it. He pushed up her soft, wide bra to uncover her sweet breasts. He sucked in a hard tip and pulled while flicking the end with his tongue. Her moan vibrated along his body. So responsive.

  He took her other breast in his mouth and gently nipped while she wrapped her legs around his hips and undulated her groin against his. Hard and wanting more, he tugged her skintight pants down to her knees. Impatient to feel her heat around his cock, he rolled her to her knees. In urgent need, he yanked down his zipper and reached in to draw out his cock, uncaring that the metal teeth scraped his sensitive skin. The pain only increased his need to sink into her heat. Then he plunged into her. Thank God. Her pussy was hot and moist. Her gasp was likely not from pain but from surprise at his sudden thrust. Pumping, he reached beneath her and tweaked a nipple. She cried out and began pushing back, showing him she wanted more and faster. The tight pants still at her knees kept her from spreading her legs wide, but he liked it.

  Each grunt was met with a moan from Mary Jane. They were outside, having sex like two animals. The thought hardened his cock. The woman amazed him. She loved having sex with him as much as he did with her, no matter where or how.

  His hand slid over her stomach and between her legs. The slick folds opened as his fingers dived for her clit. He rubbed the node of nerves and flesh, loving how wet and swollen she was. Her breath came out in short bursts as if she couldn’t inhale deep enough.

  “Damn it. Please. Harder,” she pleaded.

  He grinned. She rarely cussed and to hear her do it meant she was losing control. He massaged two fingers against her clit until he began working them in contrast to his hammering.

  When the waves of pleasure gripped and loosened around his cock, he slung his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream.

  Chapter 19

  Storm strode into the Skull and Bones Bar, fury heating his face. Someone had ordered church without his permission. No one had called or ridden over to get him. He would’ve never known if he hadn’t planned to come to the bar anyway. When he drove up, he’d been amazed by the number of Mayhem Brothers standing around. A couple had shouted out how glad they were to see him finally show up.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are calling church?” Storm loomed over his old man sitting at one of the back tables. A blonde half his age perched on his lap. With a jerk of his head, the woman paled and scrambled away.

  Easy laughed. “Don’t be in a rush, mama. You need to wiggle on my lap some more.” He acted unconcerned about Storm’s glare.

  “I asked you a question, old man.”

  Easy turned his grizzly wrinkled face toward him. His pretend look of total boredom was betrayed by the shining hatred in his bloodshot eyes.

  “We received a message from the Thirty-Second. They’ve declared war on the Brothers of Mayhem. I spoke to Speed, and he said to call church. He would be here by the time everyone showed up. What with you being busy with your…girlfriend and business.” The smirk on his face told Storm he was enjoying himself.

  “They already declared war. If you hadn’t been late to church that day, you would’ve known that. Speed knows and he wouldn’t fucking call church without consulting me! This is my chapter.” He slapped his chest. “I’ll take care of my Brothers. That’s why Speed backed me for president.”

  “It appears he’s changed his mind.”

  “I’ll beat your ass before I let that happen.” Storm felt his world falling apart around him. All his life the club had been home. He’d gone to jail protecting the club. He needed to talk with Speed, get everything straightened out.

  “We can arrange for you to try,” Easy said, his tone taunting.

  “Bring it on, old man.” Storm leaned down, hands flat on the table, and glared.

  Easy stood, and at that moment, a loud popping sound came from the parking lot. Screams and shouting followed by running feet brought Storm around as he headed for the front door. Then the glass door shattered. Storm ducked.

  The sound of tires squealing echoed into the barroom. Storm ran behind the bar and pulled out the shotgun the bartender stashed there. Running for the door, he stepped through the frame, minus glass, and looked around for the threat. Total chaos greeted Storm. Motorcycles were on their sides and strewn about like toys.

  For the next hour, Storm lived in hell as he directed Brothers to cover other Brothers. Two more sedans passed by, firing into the parking lot and building. Each car pulled a stream of Brothers giving chase.

  “What the hell are you doing just standing there?”

  Storm ignored his old man as he checked his phone. The text he’d received from Cutter warned the cops were out in full force, and they had to duck into an alley to avoid being pulled over. Having been in the batch of Mayhem Brothers to give chase after the first sedan, Cutter was on the way back. The cops had interfered with the pursuit. So the Thirty-Second sedan lost their tail. The other two sedans had caught Mayhem MC off guard. The gang normally shot at them one time and headed for the dark streets of their neighborhood, losing them by hiding in a friend’s garage.

  “Did you hear me, boy? Are you a coward? Letting your Brothers do your dirty work!” Easy slapped the cellphone out of Storm’s hand.

  Without thought, Storm swung and his fist snapped the old man’s head to the side. Easy reached out to regain his balance by grabbing Storm’s shirt. The old man pulled Storm in and landed an uppercut. The hit jarred his brains. Storm staggered, recovered, and jumped on Easy, slamming a fist straight onto the asshole’s nose. The crack followed by blood pouring over his upper lip signaled that the old man would be sporting a broken nose and one or two black eyes.

  Easy scrambled from underneath Storm and stood, hands balled up and ready to fight again.

  “You little bastard. I should have stabbed you and your whiney sister when I killed your whore of a mother.” Blood and spit sprayed Storm’s face as Easy continued to rant. “You don’t deserve this club. I knew what Speed had planned for you. It was so simple to set it up. Hell, I heard that you got a hard-on a couple times when they fucked you. That you were beginning to like it. No man deserves to be president of the Brothers of Mayhem MC, no less the Sand County chapter, the fucking mother chapter, and enjoy cock.” Easy rammed a fist into Storm’s gut.

  The hit pushed Storm a couple steps back but not down. There was a reason he did all of those stomach crunches. In seconds, he charged headfirst into the old man’s soft stomach. The asshole went down. They crashed in
to a bike, legs and arms flailing as they tumbled together. Shouting warned that the owner wasn’t happy.

  Hands grabbed them from all directions, pulling them to their feet but keeping them apart.

  “It’s a shame you didn’t get a chance to ask your inside contact what happened to your good friend.” Storm stared with pure hatred at the man who contributed sperm to his creation. “They could’ve told you how they found him with his cock cut off and stuck down his throat. Do you get it, old man? The motherfucker deserved it!” Storm wiped his face. He was aware how evil his grin probably looked. “You better get away from me or it will be my immense pleasure to do the same to you. Anyone can tell you, I would be justified in slicing open your guts and feeding them to you.” Storm felt the darkness overtaking him with each word.

  He’d been in Holman a year when he finally got the asshole in a private area. It was one of the many unsolved deaths in prison.

  “You’re a danger to the club. A good reason for Speed to kick you out and replace you.” Satisfaction spread across the old man’s face. “Isn’t that right, Speed?”

  Storm turned to face the man who had stood by him when he returned more animal than human. Speed stood nearby with disappointment aging his countenance.

  Instead of agreeing with Easy, Speed merely said, “I’ve been told the cops are on their way. Let’s get this place cleaned up. We don’t need any of our Brothers going to jail today.”

  There was no doubt Speed had heard it all. Then a shadow behind Speed moved into the light.

  Mary Jane.

  Had she heard it too? The anguish and pity in her eyes spoke volumes. She knew the last thread of his hell in prison. His own dad had arranged for him to be raped, and Storm had killed a man.

  Fuck them all! He wouldn’t let anyone feel sorry for him.

  He strode over to her and snatched up her arm, squeezing, knowing he was hurting her. She had to understand the danger she was in. Better a bruised arm than a bullet in her back.

  Storm leaned down eye-to-eye. “Go home. I’ll come and talk with you tomorrow.”