One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

by One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

  “Listen, we didn’t come here to start shit.”

  Jagger crossed his arms over his chest. Diesel took a step forward and eyed the bastard.

  Lucien grinned at Diesel. “You were at that fight, right?”

  “Just answer the fucking question before we take out all four of you and hide your bodies in the woods behind the clubhouse.” That should have scared the shit out of these assholes, but instead there was absolutely no emotion that came from them. The scent of fear was absent. Yeah, these guys were cold motherfuckers.

  “Well, you already know who I am, but I’ll properly introduce myself as gentlemen do.”

  Diesel growled out. “I didn’t see any fucking introductions when you showed up at one of our fights.”

  Lucien grinned, but didn’t respond to what Diesel said. “I’m Lucien Silver.” He pointed to his President patch like they were fucking morons. “And this is a small part of The Brothers of Menace.” He grinned and started naming off the three members behind him. “Kink, Malice, and Tuck.” Two of the patches on their cuts read Sergeant at Arms and V. President. The other guys looked like damn linebackers for how damn big they were. “I have a proposition for you and your crew, one that I can promise will make you a nice wad of cash.”

  Diesel looked over at Jagger.

  “And all you have to do is help a fellow MC out.” He grinned, but it looked far more wolfish than welcoming.

  “We already have our hands full as it is, and taking on anything else isn’t that appealing.”

  Lucien didn’t move or respond right away. He looked between Jagger and Diesel. “What if I told you that your club doesn’t have to do anything aside from allowing me and my crew to use the main road that runs through Steel Corner?”

  “All you want is the main road?” Jagger sounded suspicious, but then again they weren’t so stupid as to think what this MC was transporting wasn’t illegal. Lucien nodded in response. “What are you hauling?”

  Lucien turned around and looked at his guys. He turned back around to face the Grizzlies. “We have some precious cargo that we need to get into our town. All the access roads that go into River Run are intersecting with the highway, which is monitored by the Highway Patrol a little too heavily for our taste. But there is a back road that runs through three smaller towns, avoiding the highway altogether, and eventually moves through your town and into ours.”

  “You still didn’t answer what you’re hauling.”

  “You afraid of being associated with a little illegal activity.” It wasn’t phrased as a question, because of course he knew that they did illegal shit. If he didn’t know that then he wouldn’t have been at the barn. Lucien laughed, and it was filled with amusement this time. “But we all know that our clubs thrive off the illegal shit.”

  “We don’t associate with trafficking humans.”

  Lucien slowly sobered. “Neither do we.”

  Jagger looked over at Diesel before turning his focus back on the bikers in front of them. “When you talk about precious cargo I doubt you mean drugs or guns. So the only other thing that comes to mind is you’re in the sex trade business, and the Grizzlies don’t mess with that shit either.”

  Lucien grinned again and tipped his chin in acknowledgment.

  “No, we aren’t in the guns and drug business, but we also don’t deal with human trafficking.” Lucien looked behind him, but they were far enough away from the main road that no one could hear. “Our girls are with us willingly, but we have a piece of property in Bainsworth that we take the girls to so they can meet up with high paying clients.”

  “What kind of men are these high paying clients?” Dallas jumped in, but it was a question they would have got to eventually.

  “Senators, judges, cops. High profile professions. You name it, they come to us. But they are ones that don’t want to be seen in River Run or associated with the club.” Bainsworth was two towns over from Steel Corner, but it was an older town that had turned down having a turnoff to the highway. With that being the case it was more on the outskirts, so it was a smart move building their little “establishment” there.

  “So you pimp these girls, and need our road to transport them to your little whorehouse?” Diesel asked.

  Lucien turned his attention to him and nodded, but there was a spark of humor in his eyes. “Yes, if you want to put it crudely.”

  Diesel grunted. “Why sugarcoat what the fuck you’re doing?” A dark mask covered Lucien’s face, and Diesel grinned. Now they saw the real Brothers of Menace President.

  “You just got out of coke hauling, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “We haul willing pussy instead of drugs. Our girls are treated like gold, they are protected, and no one fucks with them, or they answer to us.” There was a growl in the human’s voice, reminiscent of the animals the Grizzlies harbored inside.

  “What percentage are you offering?” Jagger diverted the clear anger that was brewing inside of Lucien. The human turned and looked at Jagger, but his annoyance was still visible.

  “We do a run every Friday night. That is when the majority of the high rolling clientele come in. Your cut for just keeping out of our fucking way on those nights will be ten grand for the month.” Stinger whistled behind them. That was a lot of fucking money to just turn the other way and not bust their balls for using their road. “You’ll get paid on the first of every month. There might be a few times we might need to make special trips during the week, but these are usually done in the middle of the night.” No one said anything for several seconds. “For those special circumstances I don’t have much time to give you a heads-up, but you don’t need to know about that anyway, right?” Lucien smirked. “You’ll get two grand for those times, but that also is for all the girls that are taken back and forth on that night. Sometimes it is only one, and sometimes it is ten different trips. Your town won’t be bothered, and won’t even realize that we are passing through. We just need the asphalt and space to get our shit done.”

  “It isn’t my call to make. We have to take a vote, you know that.”

  Lucien nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He reached into his cut, took out a pen and a small slip of paper, and wrote his number on it. “I have my girls settling in over the next two weeks, so you have until then to decide.”

  “And what if the club votes it down?” Diesel asked. “You do know you’ll be fucked or have to use the highway.”

  Lucien stared at him for a long fucking time, but he didn’t say anything, just tilted his damn chin again, turned with the rest of his boys, and got on their bikes. No one moved as they watched them start their bikes and leave the clubhouse property, but when the sound of their engines faded in the distance Jagger turned and eyed all of them.

  “Well, I guess we should vote on this shit since everyone is up to speed, everyone aside from Brick, but I’ll give him a call and have him head up.” Jagger didn’t wait for anyone to respond, just turned and headed into the clubhouse. There was a moment when each of them looked at one another, and then everyone followed suit.

  Twenty minutes later they all sat around the meeting table, Brick included.

  “You all heard what The Brothers of Menace MC was offering, and Brick, you’ve been brought up to date.”

  Brick nodded.

  “They want nothing but clear passage for their whores.” Jagger looked at each of them. “Do you want to let them travel Steel Corner to get to Bainsworth, or tell them to fuck off?”

  Brick sat there silently, Court ran his finger over the table, Stinger and Dallas had their attention on Jagger, and Drevin was lighting a cigarette.

  “Well, let’s hear it, brothers.” Jagger leaned back in his chair.

  One by one they said their vote, and when it got to Diesel all eyes were on him. “Yeah, let’s go for it.” The vote was unanimous, but no one showed their excitement in gaining a shit-ton of money for doing nothing. Even though this seemed easy enough, Diesel knew that nothing ever came for free. At some time h
e knew shit would hit the fan, and when it did it would be one big clusterfuck.

  Chapter Twelve

  Maggie kept glancing at Diesel through the kitchen window of his cabin. He was grilling steaks for them, and she was a nervous wreck. It had only been a few days since she had found out she was pregnant, and this was the first time they had spent any time together since then. Diesel had been deep in club business—business that she was not privy to. But then, she didn’t want to know any more about the Grizzly MC than what was on the surface. Call her ignorant, but she was a strong believer in if it wasn’t broke don’t attempt to fix it, and what was going on with them wasn’t broke … at least not yet. She had yet to tell him about what would be gracing their lives in nine short months. Although she had gotten used to the fact she was pregnant, somewhat, it still wasn’t nearly enough time for her to grasp all the little details that came along with being a mother. She worried a lot, and knew that would never stop, not even after the baby came, but what she feared most was having to do this alone. Sure she’d have her dad and Mora, but she didn’t want her son or daughter having to grow up without a father, or an absentee one at that.

  She had gotten the nerve to tell her dad the day after she found out, and that had been so damn hard. He hadn’t yelled, hadn’t lectured her on how she had ruined her life and how Diesel wouldn’t stick around. All he had done was stay silent, shake his head, and tell her she was in for a very hard road. Did she believe him? Because he was her father there was a part of her that did, but she also knew that things had a way of looking up even when it was a very unsure time in someone’s life. Diesel brought the steaks in and set them on the table. He looked up at her, and she watched as his eyes roamed up and down her body. She swallowed when she saw his expression turn to lust.

  He walked around the table to where she was standing, wrapped his arms around her middle, and buried his face in her neck. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” He dragged his teeth up the side of her neck. “It has been a long time since I have felt you underneath me.”

  Maggie’s nerves evaporated as she melted into the hardness of his body. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. He was barefoot, and she had glanced at his feet several times, never one for that part of a man’s anatomy, but thinking that even his toes were sexy as sin. Even though he was fresh from a shower she could still smell the faint aroma of the leather that always seemed to cling to him, and the tangy scent of grease. The combination had her wet and needy, and all of her nerves seemed to evaporate, too. But she needed to talk to him, needed him to know everything.

  “Diesel, it’s only been a few days.” She smiled, but that amusement left her and she sighed when he ran his tongue along her throat. A shiver of desire worked through her veins.

  “Baby, that is a few days too long to be with you. It was torture. Pure fucking torture.”

  She couldn’t help it. She laughed at the pained note in his voice.

  “You wouldn’t be laughing if you knew the pain I have endured.” He squeezed his hands on her sides, and slowly moved them up until he was cupping her breasts through the material of her dress. She was wearing a cotton bra, which her nipples felt like they were stabbing through, and her matching panties felt soaked through already. He kneaded her flesh, teased her neck, and had her putty in his hands in seconds. “How about we go to the bed and we eat later?”

  “The food will be cold by then, Diesel.” She breathed out and let her head fall back against the wall.

  He pressed his erection into her belly and ground the hardness into her softness. A small gasp left her, and she felt him grin against her skin.

  “How about we bring dinner to bed and I can eat it off of your body?” He growled those words out at the same time he moved his hand to her dress strap and slowly slid it down. She was slowly losing her mind the longer he touched her. It was going to come down to the fact she wouldn’t be able to think let alone talk by the time he got her to that bed, and that was most likely going to happen in the next several minutes.

  “Diesel?”

  He slipped off her other dress strap, pushed the top of her bodice down, and cupped her breasts through her bra. He moved them back toward the wall and ground his dick into her harder this time. “I want to be inside of you so fucking badly, Maggie.” He pushed the cups of her bra down until her breasts popped free and he was touching her nude flesh. “I want to lick your pussy until you come all over my face, and then I’m going to kiss you, make you taste yourself all over my mouth.”

  She shivered and gripped onto his thick biceps.

  “And then I’m going to slip my hand between your legs, pull your sweet, wet pussy lips apart, and guide my dick into your body.”

  “Oh God, Diesel. You can’t say things like that.” Because I am about three seconds away from forgetting my name, let alone what I really need to say.

  “I want to hear you screaming those three words, baby.” He went to lift the bottom of her dress up, but she needed to do this now before she got lost in the haze of arousal.

  “Diesel, I’m pregnant.”

  He stilled instantly, and for a second only held her. Slowly he pulled away and looked down at her with this inscrutable expression.

  She swallowed, her lust instantly being buried as her wariness and nervousness came forward. She nodded and repeated herself. “I’m pregnant. I just found out a few days ago. It was when I went to the clinic and got tested…” God, this conversation was getting uncomfortable, and she wished it wasn’t. She knew it would be a hard thing to bring up, maybe even a very hard thing for Diesel to accept, but she didn’t expect for him to just stand there and stare at her. She couldn’t even gauge his reaction because he had this stoic mask covering his face. He didn’t move, didn’t drop his hands away from her, and she supposed that was either a good thing or this big, bad biker was in shock. “Diesel?” She licked her lips and swallowed through the lump that was lodged in her throat.

  “You’re pregnant.” He didn’t phrase it like a question, but she nodded anyway. “And you found this out a few days ago.” Again, not a question.

  “It’s your baby.” Maggie didn’t know why she said that, but she supposed there was a part of her that worried maybe he would deny that it was his since she had clearly gotten pregnant on what she thought was a one-night stand. And then because he wasn’t saying anything she felt her damn tears start to form. But before even one could spill he had her in his arms and was leading them toward the bed. It took only a matter of seconds for them to reach it, and even less time for him to get her undressed. Maggie was so stunned by what was happening that all she could do was stand there and let him gently touch her like he thought she would break. There she stood, now completely naked and in front of Diesel who was still fully clothed, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her beating heart. But he didn’t lay her on the bed and cover her body with his like she thought he might. Instead he surprised her to the point that she swore her heart stopped right in her chest.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, placed both of his hands on her belly, and leaned in. For several moments all she felt was the warm puffs of his breath on her bare skin, and could only hear the sound of him inhaling and exhaling. Although neither said anything, this was a powerful moment, and no words were needed.

  “My baby.” He kissed her stomach only once at first, but then kissed her over and over again, making sure to cover every inch of her flesh.

  She felt her knees grow weak and had to sit on the bed before she collapsed. So much emotion was going through her that she couldn’t even control the tears that fell down her cheeks. Diesel looked up at her.

  “Maggie, why are you crying?” He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, and then ran his tongue along the trails they had made in a slow, very gentle caress.

  She tasted the saltiness of those tears on his tongue. “I don’t know. I just feel so—”

  “Moved?” He kissed her a f
ew more times.

  She nodded.

  “Yeah, me, too, but also so much more.” He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “I want to hold you, Maggie, just hold you, baby.”

  She nodded, because that was what she wanted, too, so very much. He moved away only long enough to shed his clothes, and then he was moving onto the bed beside her. His naked body was a hard machine that could do some serious damage, but when he used it with her it only brought pleasure. They lay back on the bed, and he kissed her long and slow, but also moved his hand to her belly and rubbed it. “My baby is in there.” To say it was a bit strange to hear and see this softer side of Diesel was an understatement.

  She loved the badass biker she was falling for, but she melted at this gentle side of him, too. “This isn’t the reaction I thought I would get from you.”

  He didn’t respond, but instead gripped her waist and pulled her so she was forced to straddle him. With one leg on either side of his waist, and his long, thick cock hard between them, pushing against her pussy and making her even wetter and having her arousal climb once more, Maggie knew she wanted him right now.

  “Be with me, Diesel.” He had his hands on her hips and lifted her easily from him enough that she could take hold of his cock and adjust him so the tip was at her entrance.

  “You’re mine, Maggie.”

  She started to press down on him, felt her lips part around his girth, and closed her eyes as pleasure and pain mixed as one. She felt full, so very full, that it was hard getting all of him inside of her even though she was soaking wet.

  “You were mine before I found out you carried my baby, but now there is no going back, Maggie.”

  She pressed all the way down until their bodies met, and he groaned at the same time she sighed in pleasure.