Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Cash’s balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, reminding himself that he’d told them they could indulge in a secret affair on his terms.

  He lived by the code of self first. Ignoring his rising cock, instead of crossing the room and fucking, went against his motto.

  Gliding his fingers along Fee’s thigh, Stretch lifted his head to see his strokes. Their differences fascinated Cash, one so soft and delicate looking, the other hard and all man.

  “Fuck, you’re bare beneath your skirt.” To prove his awed words, Stretch shoved her skirt above her waist, revealing her pussy.

  Cash’s balls were beginning to fucking hurt. The conscience that had reared its ugly head faded to the background.

  The gutteral grunt cracked the last bit of Cash’s resistance. Completely fucking undone, he went to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he picked up a condom and the lubricant, laying it next to Fee’s head.

  As Cash undressed, Stretch parted her thighs, dipping his head to her little clit. He stroked her from the top of her mound down to her ass, twirling his tongue around her rosebud.

  Fee jerked at the contact, a pink hue sweeping her body. Before Cash’s eyes, her pussy flushed. Desire glazed her brown eyes, leaving him helpless to do anything else but return her smile. Eating her pussy, Stretch didn’t see the exchange or her tender regard.

  In over his motherfucking head, Cash went to Stretch, lifting his shirt and stroking his back, his side, and along his stomach, all the way to his belt. He rubbed his hard cock against Stretch’s ass. Unbuckling his belt, he leaned into Stretch, kissing behind his ear, the scent of Fee making his hands shake.

  “Undress,” he whispered against Stretch’s ear.

  Cash had to repeat the command before Stretch complied by taking his shirt off and opening his jeans. His injuries shamed him, so he never undressed completely.

  The moment he moved, Cash laid next to Fee and pulled her into his arms, planting his mouth over hers. He rubbed her pussy, massaging her clit with two fingers. She tasted so fucking sweet, Cash could kiss her all damn night.

  Stretch climbed on the other side of Fee. Without the wall against his back, Stretch might’ve fallen flat on his ass in the queen-sized bed. He tweaked Fee’s nipple and grasped Cash’s hair, dragging his head up in a tight hold, taking the kisses for himself.

  Fee scooted from between them, down Cash’s body to his cock. She didn’t take him in her mouth, licking his balls instead.

  Times like this he wished for four hands. He didn’t want to stop touching Stretch, but he wanted to place his hands in Fee’s hair, urge her on as she sucked his dick.

  He contented himself with touching one of Stretch’s cheek while attempting to reach for Fee. Fucking impossible, unless he sat up. Stretch pulled away, crawling behind Fee and raising her ass in the air.

  Flipping Stretch a condom, Cash glared at him for not reaching for it himself. Fee could not turn up pregnant. He had a slew of reasons, the main one named Outlaw.

  Cash risked life and dick by continuing to fuck her.

  Once Stretch covered his cock, he sank into Fee. She moaned at the contact, her breath fanning Cash’s dick. The sight of Stretch’s pleasure, the sound of Fee’s relief from having a cock inside her, heightened Cash’s need. His hands finally free, he indulged in wrapping her hair around his fingers while she fucked him with her mouth.

  The sound of her sucking him, Stretch’s and Fee’s bodies slapping together, the feel of the tip of his cock down her throat, sent Cash over the edge. It felt as if his cum travelled along his spine, to his balls, then burst out of his cock.

  Fee swallowed his cum, then rocked her hips against Stretch. He pulled out of her and laid on his back, next to Cash.

  “Ride me, Fee,” he instructed.

  Brilliant fucking idea. “Face forward,” Cash told her. “And lean against Stretch.”

  Once she obeyed his command, Cash settled between their legs. Fondling Stretch’s balls, he licked Fee’s pussy in long, slow strokes. He tongued down, stealing a few licks at the base of Stretch’s cock. But he would come, stimulated by Fee’s pussy. Cash used his mouth for Fee’s sake, so he concentrated on her clit, although he continued to play with Stretch’s balls.

  Fee was soaked. The more Stretch fucked her, the faster Cash licked her, the juicier her pussy got.

  Her body began to shake, her cries turning to screams as she came against Cash’s tongue. Beneath his hand, Stretch’s balls tightened. Stretch released a harsh grunt, then stiffened, his thrusts halting, although he kept his cock in Fee.

  Now, Cash had a hard cock again while Fee and Stretch were satisfied. He kissed the inside of her thigh, allowing her a moment longer to catch her breath.

  “We have to get you out of here, Fee,” he said, getting to his feet.

  “Your cock’s hard again.” Stretch pointed out the fucking obvious.

  Cash rolled his eyes. “No shit.”

  Guiding Fee off his cock, Stretch climbed out of bed and approached Cash, resuming the kiss that had been interrupted earlier.

  “I want you so bad,” Stretch told him.

  Cash would come up with a better plan tomorrow. Through resisting them tonight, he guided Stretch back to the bed, who wasted no time lying next to Fee while Cash used the last condom. Just as he reached for the lube, Fee snatched it. Opening the bottle, she poured some into her hand. She rubbed against Stretch’s raised legs. Stroking his ass, she bent her head and took his cock into her mouth.

  Much like Stretch had done earlier, Cash lifted her ass in the air and sank into her, sighing in bliss. Grasping her hips, he drove into her, not wanting to pull out of her, but doing so anyway.

  “Move, minx,” he ordered.

  Whining in protest, she rolled to her side. Seeing how well she’d prepared Stretch for Cash’s invasion didn’t stop him from entering slowly, giving Stretch time to relax.

  “Come here, Fee,” Stretch said, pulling her to him. Positioning her pussy on his mouth, she faced Cash.

  Tits bouncing, Fee rode Stretch’s mouth, never taking her eyes from Cash’s cock, stroking in and out of Stretch while she manipulated Stretch’s hard dick, working Cash into a frenzy. Fee paused in her own pleasure, jerking Stretch’s cock, thumbing the slippery head, squeezing his base, coaxing cum from him.

  Sucking cum from her fingers, Fee grinded her pussy against Stretch’s mouth. The moment she came, Cash followed, groaning through his release.

  Fee collapsed to Stretch’s side, while Cash fell against the footboard, their harsh breathing filling the air.

  “Let’s try this shit again,” Cash said a few minutes later. “We have to get you out of here, Fee.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  They dressed in silence. What could be said? Their relationship was a secret one and both Stretch and Fee had issues of jealousy. Perhaps, Cash didn’t have those feelings because he didn’t see their triad going anywhere. He just had to get them to understand that.

  Opening the door, he found the hallway deserted. A nursery was set up for the kids in one of the rooms, so motherfuckers didn’t fuck with this area. However, the action had spilled into the second hallway, and the one leading to the main room.

  This late, the party had turned into a full blown orgy. Seeing him and Stretch leaving a room with a girl didn’t appear strange. Everyone would assume they’d fucked the girl. Fucking fine, if not for the girl’s identity. And Fee looked well fucked with her swollen mouth and flushed skin. Not to mention her fucking outfit that had motherfuckers leering at her.

  He wrapped his arm around her, scowling at the fuckheads, nodding to the Bob who’d been all over him earlier.

  “Cash!”

  Ignoring the call, Cash kept moving, fucking exhausted, mentally and physically. As soon as he got Fee to her car, he’d go to his room and crash.

  “Hey, Cash. Wait, brother.”

  It dawned on him who called his name and he dropped his arm from around Fee. Witho
ut stopping, he headed outside. If Slipper wanted to talk to him, the rancid fucker would follow, which he did.

  “What are you doing with Prez’s sister?”

  Cash stood downwind, so Slipper’s unwashed scent hit him hard.

  “I was showing her my computer,” Stretch said, coming up behind Slipper and overhearing the question.

  “We been looking for you two for hours.”

  Hours, huh? Fucking unlikely. Ninety minutes ago, both Cash and Stretch had been circulating amongst the crowd.

  Slipper’s sly look concerned Cash and pissed him off. “Come to find out you and Stretch was having fun with her.”

  “No, fucker, we weren’t having the type of fun you’re thinking about,” Cash snarled.

  Appearing from the shadows, the Bob who he’d left to see to Fee, sashayed to their little group and winked at him. She still hadn’t dressed, despite the chill in the air. Seeing both Fee and Stretch’s reaction to her, their hurt, Cash scratched his neck.

  She sidled between them and brushed her hand over Cash’s chest. She was one of the last girls Arrow had trained. Now, they were Cash’s responsibility. “He was with me until half an hour ago, Slipper.”

  To Cash’s relief, she’d fudged the time.

  Slipper swayed. “I thought I saw you partying with some other motherfucker a bit ago.”

  “Earlier, yeah,” she said easily. “But I’ve been with him at Outlaw’s table. Remember? Before you open your big fucking mouth to Outlaw, check your facts.”

  “I have to go,” Fee cut in.

  “You shouldn’t have come, honey.” Daphne smirked at her. “I haven’t had your brother, but Cash? He’s mine.”

  Hers?

  Cash would set her straight, away from Slipper. At the moment, he went with it.

  “I don’t know you, Daphne,” Fee said, her voice hoarse. “There’s no need to take that nasty attitude with me.”

  Daphne laughed harshly. “You don’t have to know me. Around here, there’s two categories. Us and them. You’re them, who only see us as whores and sluts.”

  “I don’t see you as anything,” Fee argued. “I don’t know you. It’s your life. Suck who the hell you want. You go near Christopher, and Meggie will kick your ass.”

  Slipper snickered and belched. “I’d like to see that.”

  “Me, too,” Daphne said, focusing on Cash again. “Let’s leave them to whatever, babe.”

  Fee started past him, her shoulders slumped. He should allow her to go. Daphne’s intervention had redirected Slipper’s attention, clearing Cash of any potential accusations while Stretch followed Fee. But Cash hated for her to leave so hurt after their evening.

  “Give me a minute,” he told Daphne, somehow knowing he’d remember her name after tonight thanks to Fee’s sneer. He’d fucked the girl more times than he could count. As just another whore to pleasure the bikers, he didn’t bother with a fucking name and forgot her the moment she left his company.

  “You owe me,” she whispered to him.

  “I’m sure I do, princess,” he retorted.

  When he caught up to Stretch and Fee, she was already in her car. Stretch’s scowl matched Fee’s.

  “All right, you two. Cut the bullshit. She saved our asses,” he pointed out. “If Slipper went to Outlaw, we wouldn’t have asses left to save. He’d fuck us up and bury us.”

  “I have to go,” Fee said dully.

  Before she drove off, Cash bent and touched her cheek. “I had fun tonight, sweetheart.”

  The hurt on her face reminded him why Outlaw warned Cash away.

  “Bye, Cash.”

  ‘You’re an asshole,” Stretch said, after Fee sped off.

  Without responding, Cash walked off. Near the door, he found Daphne and Slipper sharing a bud.

  Annoyance darkened her face. She must’ve been pissed because he’d left her to follow Stretch. “Hmm, you know, I might’ve gotten the time we were together wrong.”

  Snatching the joint from Slipper, Cash inhaled, then released the smoke. “You’re sure about that?”

  “Prez won’t like knowing Fee was here,” Slipper speculated. “I have to tell him, so he can set her straight. She shouldn’t come around when parties are happening. He won’t like her being with you and Stretch.”

  “For the last fucking time, I wasn’t with her,” Cash growled.

  Slipper squinted and swayed again. “I thought you were.”

  Cash pulled Daphne to him. As she said, the girls had a line drawn between them and the old ladies. Or in Fee’s case, Outlaw’s sister. Daphne would see Cash leaving her to entertain them as a betrayal.

  “Come on, babe, let’s get back to fucking,” he told her, though they hadn’t started.

  Tonight, he’d have a drink with her so they could be seen together again, then he intended to fucking sleep. In the morning, he’d fuck her brains out and find a way to flout her around to the guys. Offering them a taste of her when he knew they were married would make Outlaw believe Cash had nothing but fun and games on his mind, and expected everyone else to feel the same way.

  Given such a frivolous outlook, he hoped his ruse made any rumors Outlaw might hear about tonight regarding Fee, seem so outrageous and far off the mark, he’d never believe the story.

  Cash needed the most opportune time to put his plan into motion. He also had to apologize to both Fee and Stretch for the fucked up way their evening had ended.

  Instead of going straight to his room, Stretch went to the bar, spying his cane right where he’d left it earlier when he’d forgotten everything to escort Fee away from the party. Most of all, away from Cash.

  Seeing Stretch sit, the Probate on duty hurried over.

  Potter was a step away from earning his patch, but Stretch believed the brother would continue bartending even after he became a member. “What’s your poison, brother?”

  As Mortician had once tended the bar. Stretch, too. John Boy’s old lady, Kendall, as well. Something about bartending in this club made it a position for life. Once, before Stretch had almost died, he’d thought about asking Outlaw to create a new position. Minister of Alcohol. Or Ambassador of Spirits.

  Cash guided Daphne to the other side of the bar. She sat on one of the stools, while he positioned himself behind her and nuzzled her neck.

  “Stretch?” Potter’s voice reminded him that he hadn’t answered the man’s question.

  He scrubbed a hand over his face. “How about some hemlock?”

  “Sorry, man,” Potter answered with mock regret. “Don’t stock that.”

  Cash wrapped his arms around Daphne, settling his hands on her breasts.

  “Arsenic?”

  Potter narrowed his eyes. The big, bearded man had been nothing but kind to everyone. However, something about him reminded Stretch of Cowboy.

  The mere thought of the name tensed Stretch’s shoulders and made his entire body ache. He’d been told Outlaw had taken care of the men who’d attacked him. Yet, Stretch still worried about his safety and resented his circumstances.

  He ran a finger along his scar, clenching his teeth at the feel of the raised skin.

  “When you figure out what you want to drink, call me,” Potter said, stomping away.

  Cash turned Daphne toward him, raining kisses along her throat and down to her breasts. He tugged one of her nipples into his mouth.

  “Potter!”

  At Stretch’s yell, Cash lifted his head. Capturing the asshole’s attention hadn’t been Stretch’s intention. But most of the partying had moved from the main room and into the hallways and bedrooms. The background noise floated from other areas, making this room relatively quiet.

  “You telling me what the fuck you want this time around or what?”

  Seeing Cash assist Daphne off the stool and start in his direction sent Stretch’s annoyance soaring. He glared at Potter. As a club officer, he deserved respect, especially from a Probate.

  Potter huffed out a breath. “Still don�
�t know, huh? Before you call me over again, get a fucking clue about your order.”

  “Asshole,” Cash gritted to Potter.

  Daphne rubbed against him like a cat. He sat her on the stool, his attention on the big man behind the bar. “You want your fucking colors, talk to an officer with respect.”

  “Sorry, Ghost,” Potter muttered to Cash, then gestured to Stretch. “He’s just been staring off into space for ten fucking minutes. I got more important things to get to.”

  “Wrong fucking answer,” Cash drawled. “Any time an officer sits in front of you, there’s nothing and no one that takes precedence until they are seen to.”

  Potter threw Stretch a sour look. “Sorry, brother. I believe you wanted hemlock or arsenic. Am I supposed to run somewhere and find that for you or is there something behind the bar you’d like?”

  Cash narrowed his eyes at Stretch. “If you want poison, come to me. I’ll get it for you.”

  “I’m sure you would,” Stretch snapped, then looked at Potter. “There’s a bottle of crème de violette behind there. That’s mine.”

  “Fuck, you don’t need me to get poison for you,” Cash griped. “You have it covered.”

  “I agree.” Potter found the bottle and handed it to Stretch. “That shit tastes like fucking cough syrup.”

  “That’s why it’s my shit and not yours,” Stretch grumbled, hopping to his feet. He winced at the pain streaking through his leg. Grabbing his cane with the skeleton head, a gift from Cash, and his bottle, he limped away.

  Thanks to the crowded hallways, it took him several minutes to reach his room. Seeing so many people enjoying themselves satisfied Stretch. The past year had been good for the club. Many of the old members who’d stayed away when the club was under siege by Sharper Banks, had become regulars again. The Bobs were back at two dozen, as they’d been when K-P was alive.

  The club was different, though. Before Stretch patched in and was just a hang-around, the parties had been a little more frenetic. Those days were long gone. The club president was married, a father, proving everything changed.