Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Snatching her hair dryer, the only item she could use as a weapon, Fee opened the door slowly. She expected to see whoever, but her bedroom was empty, just as she’d left it, without a crease in her lilac floral print bedset.

  She swiped at her cheeks and swallowed again. Still gripping the hair dryer and trying to keep her towel in place, she tipped forward and froze. Her phone. She’d left it on the nightstand but it was gone.

  Sweet baby Jesus, someone had been in her place!

  The revelation made her shake, but…but her door was still ajar. She couldn’t say for sure it was at exactly the angle she’d left it. It looked pretty damn close though.

  Moving forward, she went to her closet and stared at the door, heaving in a breath. She convinced herself she had to make sure no one was hiding in it. Poised to strike, she raised the hair dryer and threw open the door.

  Empty. Nothing out of place.

  Someone could be under the bed. Right? Right.

  Grabbing a stiletto to jab a creep in the eye, she went to her bed, dropped down and pushed her comforter to the side. All clear.

  Physically, at least. But perception-wise? Someone was in her house.

  Armed with two weapons, Fee crept forward and left the safety of her bedroom. Her open floorplan allowed a quick inventory. No one lounged on the sofa, sat at her table, or stood in her kitchen. Her entry door was still locked and all the windows were down. A check of the small pantry also came up empty.

  Furthermore, her cellphone rested on the counter, right next to her purse and keys.

  She must’ve been so tired and stressed that she’d forgotten where she’d left her phone.

  That was it. She’d go with that and ignore the feeling that something just wasn’t right.

  Hours later, Fee bolted up in bed. With the aid of her pain pills, she’d fallen asleep, but something had awakened her.

  A noise?

  That creepy feeling of being watched returned to her. Leaning over, she flipped on her bedside lamp. This time she made sure her phone was on her nightstand. Grabbing it, she got the stiletto from under her pillow and cursed her stupidity for not bringing her butcher knife in her room.

  Not dwelling on the mistake, she rushed through checking her house again to make sure she was still alone.

  When she found nothing out of place, she decided she was being paranoid. Understandable, she supposed, after what Noah had done to her.

  Sitting on her couch, she realized why Stretch had always been so sad. God! She’d been so wrong to him. While he’d been suffering from the trauma of his experiences, she and Cash had been telling him to be grateful for his life.

  Fee was definitely thankful to be alive, but she was also scarred and scared. Her life was forever changed, once again. Until Noah was caught, she’d always look over her shoulder. With Christopher so angry at her, he hadn’t even sent a guard detail…That was it! Suddenly, the reason for feeling as if she were being stalked by unseen forces came to her.

  She had no safety net. Fee knew she could return to Zoann’s house if she wanted to.

  Maybe, she should. Maybe, she wasn’t ready to live alone and never would be again. The bogey man was breathing down her neck and it wasn’t a good feeling.

  Unable to go back to sleep, Fee waited until the clock struck seven before she picked up her phone and called Stretch.

  “Fee, are you okay?” he asked by way of answering.

  “I don’t want to be here alone,” she blurted. If that made her a coward, she’d have to be one.

  “Sweetheart,” he soothed. “I know how you’re feeling. I hated being alone, too.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she said on a swallow. “For all the times I didn’t understand what you were going through. Please, forgive me. I should’ve empathized with you more.”

  “It’s all right,” he swore. “This isn’t something I ever wanted you to go through, especially not to see what I was going through.”

  His words eased some of Fee’s turmoil and a tingling started in the pit of her stomach. Her admiration for him knew no bounds. “You’re an amazing man,” she whispered.

  “And you’re one helluva woman,” he returned, as serious as she was.

  “Can you come over for dinner? I’ll call Cash and invite him, too.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” he said. “I’m still waiting for the barbeque pizza you promised months ago.”

  That’s right! Well before their trip to Kansas City.

  She grinned. “I’ll see you later.”

  After preparing coffee for herself and securing Cash’s agreement, Fee dressed, then sat down and wrote out a grocery list. Once she finished, she headed to the store to purchase the needed items, checking her rearview mirror all the way there and back. Something still seemed out-of-place.

  At the rate she was going, she might have to look into therapy.

  Determined to pretend everything was fine, Fee went about her day, changing her sheets and freshening her apartment up. She also sautéed her chicken breasts and onions, mixed cayenne pepper with barbeque sauce, and prepared the canned pizza dough. The only thing she’d need to do when the guys arrived was do the mozzarella cheese before building her pizza and then baking it. In between, she received calls from Meggie, Zoann, Bunny, Talon, and Blue, to check on her. She was grateful for the concern and it helped her to go on with her day. When she ran out of things to do, she put the pizza together, just as Roxy had shown her once. The only thing left to do was bake it.

  Finally, she was opening her door to let her guys in, giggling at the group hug Cash drew them into before they even stepped into her house.

  Holding her waist, Cash nibbled on her neck. “You’re finally letting us taste your stuff, huh, princess?” he murmured.

  “You always taste it,” she breathed, throwing her head back and resting on Stretch’s chest. Somehow, he’d maneuvered behind her. “If you’re talking about my pizza, though, yeah. I have to pop it in the oven and bake it until the cheese melts and the dough is a golden color. Aren’t you hungry?”

  “I am,” Cash agreed. “Aren’t you, Stretch?”

  Stretch pressed his hard cock against her ass and cupped her breasts. “I am, but not for food, Cash. What about you?”

  Edging his way into her apartment and kicking the door shut, Cash lifted Fee’s skirt and slipped a finger into her panties. “Food’s the last thing on my mind, babe.”

  He stroked her clit and Fee gasped. She’d been deprived of them for weeks, but she hadn’t expected them to, um, ravish her the moment she opened her door. How lucky could a girl get?

  Standing on tip toes, she covered Cash’s mouth with her own, moving her hips to the rhythm of his finger. Stretch raised the back on her skirt to invade her panties from behind, meeting Cash’s finger before inserting it inside of her.

  “Tonight’s all about you, Ophelia,” he whispered. “Whatever you want. However you want it. Wherever you want it.”

  She gasped at those hot words, her orgasm building and barreling through her blood. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp against Stretch. Cash ripped her panties from her body, then slid her skirt down her legs, the touch of the material against her skin making her shiver.

  He dropped to his knees, and parted her thighs, tonguing her slit, and meeting her gaze, daring her to look away. She was barely aware of Stretch unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra, until he stepped beside her and leaned in, drawing an aching nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh my God!” she cried, her body hypersensitive, their wet heat releasing her inhibitions. She rode Cash’s mouth, grinding herself into a frenzy, her juices sliding down her thighs.

  As he licked her nipple, Stretch circulated her cream to her ass, stimulating the sphincter of her ass before inserting a finger.

  A scream tore from Fee’s throat, her legs turning to jelly. Her release was so powerful, if Stretch hadn’t had an arm wrapped around her waist she would’ve sank to the floor.
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br />   Getting to his feet, Cash stole Stretch from her, and she stumbled back, her heart pounding, her world rocked to the core. Stretch licked her pussy juice from Cash’s lips and cheeks, then they tore into each other’s mouths for several minutes.

  Fee had never seen anything more erotic in her life than watching them go at each other, their individual power muted in this stunning intimacy.

  Releasing Stretch, Cash grinned. Fee could’ve melted into a puddle at his feet. He tangled his fingers through Stretch’s. “Sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist. It’s been weeks since we kissed. Fee,” he said, looking at her, “this is your night, princess. What do you want? We can stop and eat. Or we can fuck until morning.”

  Stretch smacked the back of Cash’s head. “So fucking romantic.”

  Fee giggled.

  “Fuck off,” Cash growled.

  “What do you want, Fee?” Stretch asked.

  “I want you to spend the night with me.” Every night, for the rest of their lives. “So let’s eat to fortify our strength.”

  “On one condistion,” Cash said.

  “What’s that?”

  Cash exchanged a look with Stretch.

  “Don’t put your clothes back on,” Stretch answered.

  “I hadn’t intended to,” Fee retorted, then sashayed away.

  “Are you sure you’re good, sweetheart?” Cash asked, three days later, sitting in her living room.

  “I’m fine, Cash.” Fee answered, sitting across from him.

  Yesterday morning after their sex fest of the night before, they’d departed together. This morning, Stretch left an hour ago, while Cash lingered to prepare breakfast and coffee for the two of them. She’d picked over her food, her appetite not fully returned with all she’d been through.

  “Where did Stretch go?”

  “Stretch is doing Outlaw’s bidding,” Cash answered.

  Whatever that meant. “Oh.”

  “Don’t worry. You have to take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

  “I’m trying. I am,” she added, then frowned. “I mean I will.” She couldn’t think beyond Christopher’s anger. Remembering his look of betrayal and hurt broke Fee’s heart. She should never have agreed to Kendall’s stupidity. In the end, she had been the stupid one. “Eventually.”

  “Stretch and I need you, Fee.”

  She allowed those words to sink in. Before now and for the past few weeks, Cash had been in the background. Stretch said he wanted them, but Fee wasn’t sure. He sat in her living room, composed and confident, with not a hint of need. Cash had always had an I own the world mentality. Not that he shouldn’t. He was a handsome devil and a very attentive lover. Muscles strained against his T-shirt and his neat, brown hair pronounced his military background. But it was those blue eyes that spoke volumes. They were intense and intimidating. Until she’d spent alone time with Stretch, she’d never realized how much Cash daunted her.

  “Do you really need me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you two coming back tonight?”

  “I will,” he answered. “I can’t speak for Stretch.”

  She couldn’t see why he wouldn’t.

  “I’ll call him. Text him,” she changed, thinking of Christopher. If he was anywhere near Stretch when she called, she’d receive no answer. Beyond having sex, flirting, eating, and small talk, they hadn’t done much else. Now, they needed to get serious, move on either way. “I need to talk to the two of you.”

  “If it’s about you getting pregnant, I already know.”

  He didn’t sound upset. As a matter-of-fact, he didn’t sound anything.

  “I must seem so wishy-washy, Cash. Going from telling you two to be together, to letting Stretch try to make a baby with me.”

  He grinned at her. “You’re wishy-washy and I’m a coward. One is as bad as the other.”

  “Christopher doesn’t care,” she said miserably. Not because Cash’s life was still in danger.

  “He loves you. He’s just angry right now. Hence, my continued cowardice. He gives ass beatings like no other motherfucker I know.”

  Fee didn’t want to dwell on her brother’s more brutal side. “Stretch intends to go to Christopher.”

  “Outlaw might punch Stretch. He’d fucking stomp me. I like my dick on the outside of my body and my brain inside my head. I have an idea to save my ass and still be with you.”

  Fee giggled. “When don’t you have an idea?” Cash was resourceful along with all his other qualities.

  Cash smiled. “I was thinking to let him cool down. Forgive you. Once he processes it all, he’ll get a handle on everything. Including our relationship. Stretch wants us to get everything in place before we go to Outlaw.”

  That was news to her. How had she missed that? “Really?”

  “Yeah, babe. The morning you two were together, he came to me. So much shit’s happened since then that we haven’t talked about it again.” He drew in a breath, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, flushing. “When you two decided he’d knock you up.”

  She frowned, thinking of the past two nights. She didn’t want to point out that he’d come in her, too, as it dawned on her that she hadn’t given Cash the choice to wear a condom as she had with Stretch.

  Crap.

  Had that been a sub-conscious decision on her part? Damn, damn, damn.

  She’d tell both of them later. Stretch had come in her, too, so if she turned up pregnant, there was a fifty percent chance it would be his baby, but she had to be fair about this. Searching for a topic so she could change the subject, she went back to Christopher. “So my brother will forgive me and let us be together in peace?”

  “Eventually. For now, let him work this out in his head.”

  “But he wants to kill Kendall.” As angry as she was with her, Fee didn’t want her murdered.

  “Who doesn’t want her dead?”

  “Cash!” she gasped, appalled.

  “Stop worrying. Kendall is out of his reach until he calms down.”

  Nothing was out of Christopher’s reach. If he couldn’t get it himself, he had someone who’d do it for him. “Christopher knows all the vacay spots within one hundred miles of here. He’ll find her.”

  Cash smirked at her. “Not where I put her.”

  “You hid her?”

  “Yup.”

  “Where?”

  “In a rural area. It’s a bitch to find via the backroads.” He winked at her. “It’s hiding in plain sight, otherwise. Right near an old lumber mill along the Row River. It has a lovely country feel to it. Perfect to clear her head.”

  “It sounds like a distance away.”

  “It is,” he agreed, explaining the route he took. “She lost her baby and—”

  “Oh my God! Kendall lost her baby? How awful. Was it the stress?”

  “Don’t worry about her. She’s probably relieved.”

  Perhaps, but Kendall could also be devastated. Not that it should matter to Fee. But it did. She couldn’t imagine that type of loss.

  “Did it work?”

  “What?” she asked absently, thinking of Kendall, a part of her wanting to strangle her and the other part wanting to hug her.

  “Are you pregnant? It’s been over three weeks. Shouldn’t you know by now?”

  “I’m not,” she said softly.

  He regarded her with a speculative gaze.

  Cash kept her company for another hour. Once he left, she began reliving all her moments with her cousin-in-law, both good and bad. The more she thought, the more Kendall’s betrayals overwhelmed her.

  If not for her, Counts wouldn’t have stabbed her. Too many other things had been happening for Fee to ask Kendall about that. For a while, she hadn’t known what was real and what had been imagined. Perhaps, she could’ve moved on and kept her distance. But Kendall hadn’t been happy with that. She’d had to wreak more havoc and turn Christopher against her.

  She wouldn’t feel better until she confronted h
er. With that in mind, Fee dressed, filled her gas tank, and headed out. After making a wrong turn on one of the roads, it took Fee hours to find Kendall’s location. By the time she did, it was early evening. She was hungry and tired. As Fee approached the house, the window blind raised a smidgeon, before the door swung open.

  “F-F-Fee?”

  She took in Kendall’s wild, frightened look. Any other time, her heart would’ve gone out to her. Not now. Kendall had crossed a line Fee believed would never be reversed.

  Kendall looked cautiously around before stepping aside to allow her entrance. “What are you doing here?”

  “That should be obvious,” Fee snapped as Kendall closed the door.

  “Please have a seat,” Kendall invited.

  “I don’t intend to stay.”

  Kendall pressed a hand against her belly. Pity welled within Fee, but she shoved it aside.

  “I’m here to look you in the eye as you explain to me why you tried to have me killed. Why did you tell Christopher I knew what you were doing with Daphne when you blackmailed me to do it, in the first place?”

  “Fee, I didn’t try to have you killed. Please believe me. I-I-I would never do that. I’m not a murderer.”

  Apparently, Kendall had no defense for the accusation about Daphne because she stayed silent.

  Angry tears slid down Fee’s cheeks. “You aren’t a murderer, but you’re a traitor.”

  “I didn’t mean for it to turn out as it did. I’m so sorry.”

  Fee had hurt Zoann terribly and, yet, her sister had found a way to forgive her. She’d accepted Fee’s apology. Could she do any less with Kendall? She’d never feel the same towards her again. Neither would she ever trust her again, but she’d forgive her. Otherwise, they’d never move on. She didn’t want to live her life stuck in anger. To be defined by rage and revenge. And, yes, hurt.

  “You couldn’t foretell the outcome, but you knew the danger,” Fee pointed out.

  “I didn’t. Had I realized the jeopardy I’d put everyone in, I wouldn’t have continued. Please, believe me. Please, forgive me.”

  That was exactly how Fee had pleaded with Zoann and Christopher. That decided her, once and for all.