Spike: Satan's Disciples MC

by Zoey Parker

  “What was the question?”

  “She asked if I would be her step-mommy. I guess you could say she proposed before you did.”

  ***

  After dinner, once Gigi was in bed and the house was locked up, I pulled Jamie by the hand into our room. My fiancée. Mother of my children. I couldn’t wait to be with her.

  “My wife. I’ll have to get used to that,” I whispered, nibbling her neck. She giggled, then sighed as I licked a slow trail up to her earlobe, biting just a little.

  “You don’t have to get used to it yet,” she teased. “We could have a long engagement.”

  “I don’t care.” I took her ass in my hands, gripping it, pulling her to me. She gasped, moaning, tilting her head back. “As long as I’m with you.” I started from her neck again, this time going from the bottom to her chin, to her mouth.

  We had been together for a year, and it still felt just as hot when we kissed as it did the first time. There was more to it than just that. There was love, and history. On that night, there was a lot of hope for the future, too.

  “Are you sure it’s okay to do this?” I asked, even while I pulled the sweater over her head and took her tits in my hands. She sighed, closing her eyes while I played with them. I pulled the cups down just enough to flick my thumbs over her nipples, making them stand up before my tongue found them.

  “Yes. I’m sure. And I need you.”

  I growled, pulling her to me for another kiss. She bit my lip, and I hissed through my teeth. All she did was make me harder. I pressed myself against her, grinding my growing erection against her hip. She moaned into my mouth, then slid her hand between us to rub it against my bulge. That wasn’t good enough, so she unzipped me and slid her hand inside. I gasped when she made contact with my aching cock, already hard and desperate to be inside her. She stroked slowly, teasing me. Building me up.

  “Keep that up and I’ll come before I’m inside,” I muttered, eyes closed.

  She giggled. “You’re a young man. I think you can handle it twice in one night.”

  She was right, but I pulled her hand away anyway. I wanted it to be with her, inside her. It was never the same any other way.

  We fell onto the bed. I ran my hands over her body—it would change soon. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as she unhooked her bra, and she sighed deeply when I buried my face between her tits.

  “They’ll get bigger,” she whispered.

  My cock jumped—they were already so full and firm. I couldn’t wait, and I licked my way over them before I moved further down her body. The flat stomach, but not for much longer. The hips, the thighs. I worked her pants down, caressing her soft curves. The lean, smooth legs. I parted them, licking further and further up the inside of one thigh until I was at her center.

  I didn’t waste any time, pulling the panties to the side and tasting her. She groaned, holding my head in place. I watched her move on the bed, hips rocking, head rolling from side to side. Her back arched when I sucked her tight little button, and it didn’t take much longer before she came with a shuddering gasp. I knew just how to get her off fast, or to take my time with it. One of the nice things about being together for so long.

  “Roll over,” I grunted. I didn’t care how it sounded. I needed her then and there. I wasn’t in the mood for a leisurely fuck. I wanted to be inside her, to make her whole body scream before she came all over me.

  “Mmm…I think we’ll make good use of this position in the coming months.” She winked at me, and I twitched when I thought about taking her from behind. It was my favorite position, and hers, too.

  She got ready like she always did, on all fours. Her pussy waited for me, glistening, and my cock throbbed when I got closer to her. I guided the head up and down her cleft. She moaned, moving her hips around, wanting me to touch more of her. “Greedy,” I muttered, and she laughed. Then I slid inside and the laugh turned into a moan. We both moaned, trying to keep it quiet for the kid’s sake but not able to be totally quiet. It was impossible.

  I slid back, then forward. Again. Again. The way she moaned, rolling her head in a circle, arching her back, was worth taking my time for. I watched and listened, thrusting slowly. Loving the way she loved it when I took her. She was totally in the moment, totally aware of her body and what she liked—and sex was never boring because of that.

  I couldn’t stay at that slow, sensual pace for long. My body took over. It wanted more, fast, hard. I sped up, going deeper. Hitting her at just the right angle. I reached for her tits, playing with them as I fucked her. She moaned even louder, the combination of pleasure taking her higher. I loved the way she got into it when we had sex. She forgot the “nice girl” she was to everybody else and turned into a wild animal, wanting to get off. She didn’t have a problem telling me what she liked and how she liked it, and when she covered my hand with hers and squeezed, I knew she wanted me to be a little rougher. I pinched her nipple, and she let out a high-pitched squeal.

  I held her hips, holding on as I pumped faster. Harder. Deeper. I needed to take her and remind myself she was mine. She was all mine, body and soul. Forever. I felt like a king, the way I always did when I was inside her. Like I could do anything.

  She grunted, whispering how much she loved it. I slapped her ass, hard, with the flat of my hand. She gasped, going stiff for a second with her back arched. Then she groaned, and I knew she loved it the way she always did. We had learned a lot about each other in a year, and she wasn’t the girl I first met. She found out she liked being spanked, having her hair pulled, having her wrists tied to the bed.

  She pushed back against me, more excited. I spanked again and again, and she shook each time my hand made contact. “Yeah…I love it…” she gasped. I pulled her hair back and she shuddered, pushing even harder. Riding me like I rode her.

  She went faster, and I matched her. Her grunts were louder, higher pitched, and I knew she was getting ready to come. I was ready, too, holding on for her. Just another few seconds. Everything in me screamed, wanting to be let go. My cock throbbed with each thrust as she got tighter…tighter.

  Finally, she shrieked, her body tensing. “Yes! Lance! Oh, yes!” She shuddered, gasping.

  Her muscles clenched around me, bearing down on me, and I lost it. I exploded inside her, groaning, my body going rigid while I came. I couldn’t think of anything for the first few seconds, just like always. It was enough to feel.

  When it was over, I immediately thought of her. Was she okay? I left her, and she fell on her side with a sigh.

  “Holy cow,” she whispered.

  “Are you sure that was all right?” I stretched out next to her, looking at her closely. Wondering if there was any way to tell if I had hurt the baby.

  She stroked my hair. “Relax. I already asked the doctor about it. He said we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t get too crazy, like weird Kama Sutra stuff. And even then, it should be okay.”

  “Good.” What a relief. I rolled onto my back, still trying to catch my breath. “Wow. If I had known how good it would be while you were pregnant, I would’ve knocked you up sooner.”

  “Hush.” She smacked my shoulder. “Your pillow talk hasn’t improved in the last year, you know.”

  “Come on. That wasn’t romantic? I was complimenting your performance.” She shot me a warning look, and I stopped.

  “What do you think—wedding before or after the baby comes?”

  “I don’t need anything big. We can do it before, so the baby’s parents are married and all that. I don’t feel like trying to nurse a baby and stand at the altar all at the same time.”

  “You’re sure? You don’t want the big wedding with the dress and the flowers and all that?”

  “Eh, we’ll work something out. You know the girls will go crazy.”

  “Erica’s dying for you to call her.”

  “I bet. She doesn’t know about the baby yet. She might have a stroke.”

  I chuckled. Life was too p
erfect. I had a family, my club, friends. How did everything change so fast in just a year?

  No. Quicker than that. The minute Gigi showed up at my door. I guessed I had Rae to thank for that. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since the day she signed the custody papers, but I thought of her sometimes. She was still her daughter’s mother, and Gigi had all her good qualities.

  Jamie snuggled against me, and we talked about the wedding and the baby and getting a room ready for him or her. We even talked about moving to a bigger house. The sky was the limit.

  I held her in my arms long into the night, sure I would never want anything else for the rest of my life. I had it all.

  THE END

  Sneak Preview of STOLEN

  He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.

  Things are about to get messy.

  Sasha

  I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?

  None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.

  So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.

  The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.

  The second time was just as easy.

  But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.

  Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.

  Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.

  But there's something else, too.

  Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.

  He's hungry.

  Hungry for me.

  HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.

  Cole

  The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.

  You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.

  This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.

  It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.

  It's not cute.

  No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.

  It makes me want to bite her lip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.

  The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.

  There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.

  I don't know how long that will take.

  But I'm willing to find out.

  Prologue

  Sasha

  At 3 a.m. the city streets were finally mostly quiet. I stood in the alleyway between the two supposedly vacant warehouse buildings underneath a light that hadn’t worked in decades. I listened to the sound of the occasional car or truck passing by. This was the lull between night and morning, when the people going home were settling in and the people going to work were just getting up.

  This was also when the guard stepped away from the door to the room where the stash was kept. It was my chance to climb in through one of the broken windows of the old building and grab my prize. I proceeded carefully, without a sound. I was just another shadow in the darkness.

  I was taking from the Hell’s Overlords MC, and I was shocked at the lack of security around their drugs. They kept separate stashes in several old buildings throughout the city, usually behind unlocked doors with one or two guards on duty at all times. The problem with live guards, though, was that they took piss breaks and naps. It wasn’t a problem for me, but I was pretty sure Cole Masterson, the president of the MC, wasn’t too thrilled about how much heroin I’d lifted over the last six months from his essentially unguarded stashes.

  There wasn’t much light inside the building. Despite the stories that the Overlords had paid off law enforcement to turn the other cheek, they still maintained almost complete darkness and secrecy around their safe havens. That tactic, however, only drew more attention from those of us sharing the streets with them. I saw the interior clearly in the yellow-orange light spilling in from the streetlamps outside. I took a back stairwell to the third floor, where the drugs were held in a small room, probably once an office.

  The heroin sat in densely packed bags taped closed on top of an old metal desk. My pulse quickened at this point in the job, when I was confronted with the stash and had to force myself to take much less than I could have carried. I could have stuffed several bags in my black cargo pants and backpack, but if that big of an amount were missing, it would have been readily noticeable. Instead, I only grabbed two bags, taking them in my gloved hands and stuffing them in my pack before anyone had a chance to notice I was even there. My take wouldn’t be missed until it was time to deliver. Only then would Cole realize he was short, usually leading to the guard taking the fall for the missing drugs.

  I faded back into the night and made my way to Fang’s office.

  “You asked me to bring it to you directly this time. Is everything okay?” I unzipped my bag and placed the two bags of white powder on the desk in front of him before sitting down.

  “Everything’s fine,” he answered in his composed voice. He patted the bags and nodded to the larger gentleman standing by the door to his office.

  His bodyguard walked over and picked the bags up off of the desk.

  “Go ahead and deliver those,” Fang told him, waving him off with perfectly manicured fingers.

  After the big guy left the room, Fang turned to face me in his desk chair. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. He laced his fingers together. I stared into his dark eyes. His black hair was slicked back. His tanned, chiseled face stared intently. His jaw muscles worked as he clenched his mouth shut. I looked at the black suit he wore over a deep red shirt with a black tie. A necklace hung from his neck with a long tooth, a fang, dangling from it.

  “Sasha,” he said, and paused to look me over.

  “Yes, sir?” I was used to his eyes taking in the sight of me. I wasn’t used to being called to deliver drugs directly to his office. In the five years I’d been working for him, he’d only asked me to deliver anything directly to him the first few times, to make sure I could handle the job ahead of me.

  “You came straight here from the warehouse,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “Were you followed?”

  “No. No one even saw me. You know that,” I told him.

  “I guess I do. I just get paranoid sometimes. You are stealing from the most notorious MC in the city. I’d hate to think what they’d do if they caught you,” he explained.

  “Well, they won’t catch me,” I argued defiantly.

  “I know,” Fang admitted, taking a sharp breath between his teeth. “That’s why I’m giving you this next job.”

  “But we’ve barely put a dent in the Overlords’ supply,” I argued. “What gives?” It wasn’t like Fang to pull me off a job before it was completed. Usually, anyone pulled from work for him wound up in a dumpster or in the river somewhere.

  “What gives is we’re about to put a huge dent in their supply. I’ve got intel that they have a massive stash sitting in the basement underneath their HQ. Of course, this stash is heavily guarded, unlike what you’ve told me about the smaller stashes hidden throughout the city,” he explained.

  “Wait, you expect me to break into the headquarters of the most notorious MC in the city and sneak down past their state-of-the-art security system to get to their basement and raid their supply? Then, I’m supposed to get out without getting caught, or worse?” I asked for clarification.

  Fang nodded with a sly grin on his face.

  “Are you crazy?”

  “Maybe, but I’m also very confident in your abilities,” he told me.

  “Another thing, why do they have all these stashes in satellite locations if they
have their main stash at HQ? Why don’t they have it all at HQ?” Something didn’t sound right here.

  “The story is they’ve started consolidating since the thefts. Apparently, you’re cutting into their profits and their business. They’ve got to pull it all in to make sure it’s safe,” he explained.

  “I don’t know, Fang. It smells fishy to me. If they are moving their drugs into safer places, it seems to me that HQ would be the last place they’d want to put it. That would just lead rivals like us to their location. It would be suicide for everyone,” I argued.

  “I mean, if you don’t think you can do it…” he said with a shrug.

  “I didn’t say that.” I chuckled. He was just bluffing anyway. I knew he was as likely to hand that job over to someone else as he knew I was to turn it down.