Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2)

by Harley McRide

  Abi didn’t get up until after noon and stayed in her room until Rose came to her door. She knocked a couple times and walked in, her face as pale as a ghost. “Abi, I don’t know what to do.”

  Abi jumped up off the chase that sat in the corner and ran to her. “What’s the matter, you look white as a ghost!” She led her over to sit and crouched in front of her.

  “I can’t quit puking. I can’t even keep a drink of water down. There is nothing left to throw up, but it just keeps coming. I haven’t slept in so long, Abi. I’ve been stuck in the bathroom floor since last night. Please tell me this doesn’t last.” Rose leaned her head on the armrest.

  “Oh, honey, you are dehydrated. Even if you puke, you gotta keep fluids going in or you’re going to end up in the hospital with an I.V. stuck in your arm. Let’s get you to lay down and I’ll go get a few things.” She moved her to the bed and ran down the stairs. When she returned, she had a huge pot, a popsicle, a box of crackers, Ginger ale, Gatorade, and a cup of orange Jell-O.

  “Are you planning on making some funky kid stew?” she laughed.

  “No. Okay, here’s a bowl in case you can’t make it to the toilet. Let’s start with a popsicle. If you can keep it down long enough, follow it up with a cracker. Baby bites though, you want to try to keep it down. Then, we can move on to the other stuff. I’m going to get you a cool cloth for your head. Do you need anything else?”

  “No. Thank you so much, Abi. The guys have been gone and I didn’t want to call them back. They need to see that I can handle shit on my own and not get all pregnant needy on them.” She took a small suck of the popsicle, smiling. “This is good.”

  “Rose, you are pregnant. That doesn’t make you weak. I guarantee you that if it were either of them, they’d be whining and crying around like two year olds. Let them be there for you. But, if they aren’t around or you just need a woman, I’m right here.” Abi smiled at her and went to fetch the cool washcloth.

  “Here you go. Keep this on your forehead, the back of your neck, and across your top lip. It’ll help keep the spew down.”

  “Thanks.” She looked totally wiped out. Abi stayed until she’d eaten an entire popsicle and two crackers and was falling asleep before she left for the gym. It pissed her off that Tonto and Sandman had left Rose like this. They had no business taking off and leaving her.

  She finally headed downstairs where some of the others were hanging out and pointed at Beau. “It’s your lucky day. You get to be my sparring partner.” Beau's eyes went wide, a flush washing over his features at the other’s laughter.

  “Don’t mind them, Prospect. You aren’t afraid of a girl are you?”

  “No, but I saw how Tonka was hobbling around earlier and I damn sure don’t want to look like him.” He must have fessed up to someone, because their laughter only got louder.

  “Watch your balls, bro!” Gage yelled as the rest of the men walked out the door.

  *****

  Tonka groaned as he stepped off his bike, his junk still throbbed like it was swollen to the size of a grapefruit. He’d checked numerous times throughout the day and there didn't seem to be any size difference that he could tell, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. He’d half expected to find blood in his piss from the kidney shot she’d given him, but after closely watching his piss stream, there wasn’t any major damage. Damn she had a strong punch. The ride to the Ops Warriors and back had been hell.

  They’d headed out early to discuss in person to avoid any leaks a few findings at the tunnels and recent attacks. Little by little it got less awkward, thank God. The rest of the club was pretty friendly, aside from the tension between Fork and Tonto. They seemed to have played well this meeting, which was a good start. The Ops were a good club, and in time, if alliances could be made, they could be a valuable asset.

  “You might wanna ice that down,” Tonto laughed.

  “Funny. I need a damn drink, and not that cheap shit. You’re breaking out the top shelf tonight, Tonto,” Tonka barked.

  Tonto and Yo Neg laughed. “Hell, might ought to buy you two matching sports cups for the party. Who knows how she’s going to react to seeing that patch on the cut. You two may end up eunuchs. She isn’t exactly one to be pushed in to anything…” Tonto said, his voice low.

  “Oh, it may take both of us, but we aren’t going to leave much of an option.” Yo Neg laughed. “It may take a week locked in the bedroom with her cuffed to the damn bed and us exhausting her into delirium, but she’ll give in.”

  “Good luck with that,” Tonto laughed.

  “Don’t underestimate her. I’d hate to see you both sitting to piss,” Sledge said, patting Tonka on the back. “I was easy coming around to terms with it. She’s a lot meaner than I am,” he laughed. The trip had given them all a long chance to discuss everything that had happened and given them space to come to terms with it all. Tonka and Yo Neg had approached Sledge first out of respect, explaining their feelings for his sister and their plans. Tonka was the one who’d taken lead on the subject since he’d be the hardest for Sledge to accept, and in the end what had won him over, was the reassurance that his sister would be treated properly. After the initial blow up, Sledge told them there wasn’t anyone else in the world he’d rather have with his sister than his two best friends, and brothers. He’d realized Abi wasn’t a little girl any more, and despite his best efforts at keeping her away from this life for her own good, she knew what was best for her in the end. He couldn’t argue that having her around all the time would be great after all these years, especially since his other siblings had embraced their more ‘average’ family. It was hard not getting to see them besides holiday visits with their sister, and the occasional phone call from their brother but it was the best arrangement for them. Abi had always been just like Sledge, so it didn’t come much of a shock that she’d follow in his and their father’s footsteps. She reminded him of their mother in so many ways.

  “Get your game faces on, boys, we’re going in to the dragon’s den.” Tonka shielded his junk at the thought of seeing her.

  “Easy, Tonka. She’s not here. Beau checked in an hour ago and said they were still at the gym. He was all but begging for me to send a relief,” Tonto chuckled.

  “Why?” Yo Neg asked.

  “Because, she’s making him spar with her. He said he’s never been so tired in his life, and she just keeps going. I’m texting Digs to head over and take his place for a while. It doesn’t look like she’s going to be done any time soon.”

  “No, I got it. Catch you guys later.” Sledge got back on his bike and took off, ready to set things right between him and his sister. If it meant them tussling for the next few hours, so be it. That was the way they’d always worked things out since she was little anyway. Which, the more he thought about it, was probably what made her so damn mean. He’d wanted her to be tough and able to take care of herself. And from the woman who showed back, it was one job he’d gotten right in her raising. She was that and so much more. He wasn’t worried about the guys treating her right, he was more worried about her being too much for them to handle. It definitely would take a team effort, and they were the only ones stubborn enough for the task.

  When he walked into the gym, her eyebrow raised just before she got a huge grin on her face. “Thanks, Beau, but Sledge can take over now. Go home and get some rest. Remember, ice then heat.” Her mocking tone had him mumbling something under his breath and Sledge couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Do you have to be so hard on him?”

  “Yep. He wants to be a Savage, he needs to toughen up. He’s getting there. Still a little soft around the edges though. So, you feeling froggy?”

  “Hell yeah, bring it, baby sis. Remember, I taught you everything you know. Nothing gets past these guns of steel.” He flexed his arms, kissing his tattoed bicep.

  “Cute. Just try to keep your face covered. I don’t want to mess up those looks any more than they already are.” Abi’s lips curved up
in a wicked grin and she charged, unleashing both fists of fury.

  Chapter Nine

  Over the next few days, Abi spent most of her time at the gym training up for her next fight. Sledge had gone with her a few times and she really enjoyed the one on one time with him again. She’d missed him. Today, he’d whined and pleaded for her to take one of the Prospects in his place so he could recover. It was funny watching him try to keep up. He’d let his pride get the better of him like most men and now couldn’t hardly move he was so stiff and sore. She almost felt sorry for him, but teasing him was way more entertaining. “Aww, does the baby need to restie-poo? I think there might be an apron you can borrow from the bitches if you ask nicely…”

  “Shut up, brat. I’m not sore, I just have work to do. Now get the hell out of here. You’re annoying me.” He tried to sound gruff but even he didn’t believe it.

  “Sure,” she smirked, and pointed to Prospect Eric. “You drew the lucky number, big boy. Let’s get you whipped into Savages material.” She kissed Sledge on the cheek, flashing an evil glare at Yo Neg and Tonka. They’d still been total assholes to her and she’d just about had enough of both of them. How the hell had she had any feelings for the jerks? Who was she kidding. She still did, and with each dirty look or hateful comment, it tore a hole in her that much deeper. But that’s why she loved going to the gym. She could beat it out of her system until she was too tired to stand on her feet and forget it all, which was exactly what she wanted to do right now. With her chin a little higher than normal, she sauntered out the door with a not so enthusiastic Eric behind her.

  “Poor guy. She’s going to tear his ass up.” Tonka laughed.

  “Yeah. You think she’s on to us?” Yo Neg asked.

  “Hell no. Going by that look you two just got, I’d say she’s plotting your deaths,” Sandman grinned.

  “Good thing the party is tonight. You two might not make it ‘til morning. Rose finally quit puking around the clock so she, Chevy, and Raven are picking up the package now. The bitches are grocery shopping and getting the food ready, and Colt and a few of the boys went on an alcohol run. I told them to stock up just in case. You never know how Abi’s going to react…” Tonto patted Yo Neg and Tonka on the shoulder. “You are brave motherfuckers.”

  “If you two survive this, I want you to know there isn’t anyone I’d rather have as brother-in-laws. I always knew she was too wild for a man to handle. Let’s hope the both of you can keep up with her,” Sledge said, masking his sentimentalities with a joke. He didn’t like confessing shit like that, but Yo Neg and Tonka were his brothers. They’d been best friends for a long ass time.

  “Thanks, man. I hope we live through tonight,” Yo Neg laughed.

  “If you boys are done with the Full House moment, we’ve got shit to do,” Tonto broke up the bonding moment with a shake of his head.

  “I love you, man,” Tonka mocked, heading over to start the smoker. “One of you pussies come help.”

  “I’m not a pussy. I eat pussy,” Yo Neg said, turning to walk away.

  “Well, pussy is the most expensive meal you’ll ever eat, so if you want any chance at a gourmet meal tonight, you’ll get your ass over here and fuckin’ help me,” Tonka chided.

  “Good point.”

  *****

  The clubhouse was packed once again with its normal booze induced rowdy crowd. Abi pushed her way through to the kitchen to grab food before she ducked out and went to her room. Every night it’d been a frat party on steroids with sex hanging in the air. If she weren’t fueled by pent up sexual frustration and rage, it wouldn’t have mattered. But looking around, seeing all of the skank ass hoes getting a piece was a slap in the face. She had to shove her way through a three-way woman make out session where Red, Bree, and one of the rats, Sasha, somehow managed to put on a graphic kiss and groping scene for Twelve Gage who watched on eagerly, egging them on.

  “Fucking move now!” she yelled. The three women shot her a dirty look but didn’t argue, scooting over out of the way.

  “What has you spitting nails?” Raven asked. Raven was the other bad bitch of the group and Chief’s ol’ lady. Chief was one of the elders, and when it came to problems in the club that revolved around the females, it was her or Chevy who had the final say. Abi liked her and Chevy both but hadn’t had time for much of a girl chat since she’d arrived.

  “Hey, Raven. Nothing. I just want something to fucking eat and to go to bed.” As she reached over the table to grab a paper plate, movement over in the corner caught her eye. There on the over stuffed loveseat sat Yo Neg and Tonka with Cherry climbing on both of them. She stuck her hand down each of their pants, neither of them moving or stopping her. Raven followed her view and made a gagging sound.

  “Well, I guess my panties would be in a wad too. If you don’t like it, go rip the cunt off them and let them know. Ain’t no one gonna get in your way…” She took a hand full of pretzels and popped one in her mouth, watching Abi carefully. There was no guessing what Abi was capable of, except for admitting her feelings. They all saw it in her, and Raven wasn’t one for subtlety. Someone needed to give Abi a little shove, and she was as good as any to help. Raven saw a lot of herself in Abi. If Tonka and Yo Neg needed whacked up side the head to see what was right in front of them, then so be it.

  “She doesn’t look unwelcomed from here…” Abi’s temper hit boiling when Cherry flung off her top, shoving her tits in Yo Neg’s face. He didn’t grab her the way he had Abi, but he didn’t stop her either. Tonka watched between sips off a bottle, his hand readjusting his dick every so often.

  “Mother. Fuckers. I’m game at being backup if you want to go make a lasting impression on those assholes… Sometimes a fist up side their head does wonders.” Her eyes danced with wicked amusement and Abi couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, she liked Raven a lot.

  “Thanks for the offer. I don’t fight for any man to want me. It is what it is.” She took a bite of the pot roast, humming her approval. At least the rats could cook. She’d eaten better the short time she’d been back than the entire four years she’d spent away. “At least the skanks can cook.” Abi poured a drink, offering one to Raven as she voiced her thought.

  “Thanks. I definitely need something strong to stomach that pathetic display. I’m surprised they haven’t shoved her ass on the floor by now.” Raven’s sincerity in the situation eased Abi’s nerves. She was one of the rare few who she could be friends with for sure.

  “Yeah, that’s licking the bottom of the barrel. Let’s go sit somewhere I can eat without wanting to puke.” She turned and walked to the adjoining room, once again making her way through half naked bodies. As they took their seat, Abi realized they went from one bad view to a worse one. In here, Rugger was getting a nob job by a very enthusiastic Heaven who kneeled between his knees on the floor, her bare ass and exposed pussy out in an invitation for who ever wanted it. It wasn’t long before Zeus took the bait and dropped his jeans, hammering in to her with a hard ass slap that echoed through the room. She didn’t seem to mind if the muffled moans around Rugger’s dick were any indication.

  Abi turned in another direction, not from embarrassment but from being somewhat pouty that everyone seemed to be getting fucked but her. The two guys she actually wanted were busy giving bitch obedient lessons to the little tramp in the next room. Her change of scenery didn’t do much good. Blade had his face buried between Chelsea’s thighs down on the floor, while Sasha straddled Chelsea’s face getting the same treatment. As her hips ground down on Chelsea’s moans and screams of pleasure, Bull stood as referee voicing instructions like a porn producer. His pants were unfastened and his cock was bobbing free, becoming the main focal point. Abi didn’t have to guess why his name was Bull. The man had a dick the size of a fucking horse. “That’s it, lick her cunt good. I want her coming when I shove my meat down her throat.” Abi cringed, feeling almost sorry for Sasha. As her head slung backwards in orgasm, Bull grabbed a hand full of her hair a
nd shoved his cock down her throat ignoring her gags. Tears streamed down the girl's face and Abi wasn’t sure whether to go save her or mind her own business. The whole scene looked brutal, but when Bull pulled out past her lips, she licked the slobber off the tip of his rod and grinned.

  “Mmm. I love sucking your fat dick, Bull. Do you want me to drink your cum, or can I ride you?” She looked down at Chelsea who was working her fingers in sync with her tongue. Grunts and moans escaped from under Sasha from the talents of Blade.

  “I want some pussy, then you can lick me clean, bitch.” He sat down on a chair and pointed to his crotch. “Fuck me, you little slut.” She jumped to her feet like the building was on fire, hopping on him and sinking to his lap. “Yeah. You like that big dick, don’t you?”

  “Fuck yes!” she bounced like she were on a bucking bull, one hand up in the air like she were throwing a lasso.

  “Oh the irony,” Raven moaned. Bull ignored her, more intent on busting a nut and not caring how or by who.

  “That’s some talent right there.” Abi tried to concentrate on her plate, but with naked bodies fucking around her, it proved more difficult than she’d expected. “It’s going to be a long ass night.”

  “You can say that again. Chief is pulling watch, so I’m stuck ‘watching’ things in here to make sure nothing goes wrong. To make things worse, he’s not coming home tonight. You aren’t the only one not getting laid tonight, girl.” Raven rolled her eyes when Bull grinned at them. “Cocky bastard.”

  “I think I’m going to need to invest in a damn vibrator if this is going to be an every night routine,” Abi groaned. Normally, it wasn’t a big deal seeing the live porn show, but when her sex life was suffering it did have its effects.

  “Oh, girl, I know a place. We can go next week if you want. I have a damn discount card,” she giggled. Abi raised an eyebrow at her, smiling. “What? They may think all we need is their golden cock, but sometimes a woman needs a little more…incentive,” they laughed.