Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  He rolled onto her, slipping into her juicy cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raining small kisses on his chest. “Oh yeah, Megan…your pussy,” he managed, resting his chin on her head and pumping into her. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy walls.”

  She complied, and Christopher groaned. She tugged his nipple into her mouth and bit. It wasn’t a hard bite. She applied just enough pressure to turn the pain into mind-numbing pleasure.

  Resting his elbows on each side of her head, he changed his tempo to gentle in-and-out glides, encouraged by her moans and aided by her wetness.

  She tipped her head back, bearing the slim column of her throat that Christopher gladly licked.

  “I’m coming, Christopher,” she gasped, trembling underneath him.

  “Yeah, Megan,” he said roughly. “Let your cunt come all over my cock.”

  As she started to cry out, Christopher covered her mouth with his, plunging into her, deep and hard, and absorbing her scream. His body shook as he poured into her and grunted through his orgasm.

  Withdrawing from her, he turned onto his back and blew out puffs of air. A moment later, Megan stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to cover up her nakedness. Leering at her, Christopher decided showering with his woman would be the perfect start to his day.

  LATER THAT AFTERNOON, CHRISTOPHER WALKED into the office of his club enforcer’s step-father-in-law, or whatever the fuck Mortician considered Knox Harrington. It really didn’t matter. Christopher had decided he’d give the motherfucker another chance to prove he was a private investigator by uncovering everything there was to know about Randolph.

  Riley, the club’s regular PI, was on vacation with his wife, and Christopher couldn’t wait the six weeks until the man returned. Meanwhile, the last time he’d checked, Knox hadn’t had the sense to find his own swinging dick. However, every motherfucker changed. Hopefully, some of Roxy’s wits had rubbed off on her man.

  If not, and Knox fucked this up, he’d just have to fuck him up again. As Roxy’s old man, he couldn’t kill him. He could break a few bones, though.

  “What’s his last name, Outlaw?” Knox looked very efficient with his notebook and pen, reading glasses perched on his nose like the preppy motherfucker he was. “All you’ve given me is Randolph, club enforcer for the Imperials.”

  “That should be enough, Wafer,” Knox’s partner, Cameron Baptiste, said.

  Cameron had gone and fallen for Megan’s OB. Although Doc Will and Baptiste didn’t join their events very often, Christopher still considered them part of his “family”.

  “At least give us a birthday,” Knox insisted.

  “Listen up, motherfucker. Ain’t got a fuckin’ birthday. Ain’t got a last fuckin’ name. I told your fuckin’ ass all the fuck I know. His name Randolph. He the enforcer for the Imperials. And he look young as a motherfucker, even though he got a thick ass beard on his fuckin’ face.”

  “How young does a motherfucker look?” Knox asked with amusement.

  Christopher scowled at him. “Don’t fuckin’ focus on those words.” He huffed out a breath. “Tell you what. In-fuckin-vestigate the fuckin’ Imperials. Their Mother Chapter in Florida. The Tampa area. The Hortensia chapter kinda small and only been in town for the past nine months.”

  Knox lifted a brow and snatched off his reading glasses, throwing them on his desk. “If you know all this, it doesn’t sound as if you need our help.”

  “If you don’t want to take the case, I’ll go it alone,” Cameron piped in, frowning at Knox.

  “I didn’t say that,” Knox grumped. “I look the other way with the Dwellers for Roxanne. If I discover something untoward about the Imperials, am I supposed to do the same?”

  Folding his arms, Christopher glared at Knox. “They untoward. They violent. And word is they fuck up their women, and fuck up women and lil kids of rivals.”

  “How’d you come by this information?” Cameron demanded.

  Christopher smirked at him. “Unlike you two motherfuckers, I got reliable fuckin’ contacts. How-fuckin-ever, that ain’t important. If I fuckin’ check long e-fuckin-nuff, I can get my own information. But I got shit I gotta do. Me and Megan gonna be married five years in church and we gotta celebrate since I ain’t done nothin’ for our other five year anniversary.”

  “Christ,” Knox muttered.

  Christopher snapped his brows together. “You got a fuckin’ problem, motherfucker?”

  “No,” Cameron answered quickly. “He doesn’t. You’re quite fortunate to be able to celebrate marrying your wife on two separate occasions.” He smiled. “If I could, I’d do the same with Jordan.”

  “How Doc Will? Ain’t been seein’ her too much since Megan ain’t stayin’ knocked the fuck up.”

  Knox frowned at him.

  Cameron cleared his throat. “We recently found out she’s expecting our baby.”

  “Well, congratu-fuckin-lations, motherfucker. Doc a good woman, and my ass glad she found a good motherfucker.” He focused on Knox. “When you makin’ a honest woman outta Roxanne?”

  “When she gives up the purple Navigator you bought for her. She loves that thing. She says I have to get over my fucking pride, so we’re at a standstill.”

  “I kinda see your point,” Christopher conceded. “Ida blown up a ride another motherfucker gave my fuckin’ woman. The solution simple. Buy her one your own-fuckin-self.”

  “It’s the principal of the matter, Outlaw,” Knox insisted. “I shouldn’t have to bribe her to give up another man’s gift. She says she shouldn’t have to give up a present from you because she sees you as a son. I see you as a man who knew exactly what my girlfriend would adore.”

  “You fuckin’ think?” Christopher asked, lifting his brow. “I ain’t fuckin’ her. You just a prissy motherfucker, ain’t willin’ to recognize you got a woman with a big fuckin personality and she need things to match.”

  “There you go!” Knox accused. “Thinking you know her better than I do.”

  “Seem to me like I fuckin’ do,” Christopher retorted. “Any-fuckin-way, do what the fuck you wanna. If Roxanne happy, I’m fuckin’ flyin’. You hurt her, though, and Ima fuckin’ bury you.”

  Knox scowled. “From what I understand, you’d have to get in line behind Mortician.”

  “Then I guess we gotta cut you the fuck in half so me and Mort can both fuck you up.”

  “That’s not fucking funny,” Knox said.

  “You see my ass laughin’?” Christopher replied, then stood. “Ain’t come here to talk ‘bout that. You takin’ the case or not?”

  “We are,” Cameron assured him.

  “Then this fuckin’ conversation over. Don’t take too fuckin’ long.”

  Digging in his jacket pocket, Christopher pulled out two straps of hundred-dollar bills. “Ima give you the other three straps, when you get my fuckin’ information.”

  Without another word, he walked out, satisfied he’d effectively shut them the fuck up.

  THE SOUND OF HARLEY PIPES sifted through Meggie’s brain as she walked out of the grocery store. Of course, she was always hearing motorcycles. For some reason, she zoned in on them, if they were anywhere nearby. She grinned. Her awareness was all due to Christopher.

  Low hanging clouds indicated snow was on the way. The festive air came through in the Christmas decorations all through Hortensia. She’d done all her gift shopping, and gotten her kids their toys. She smiled. Maybe, she went overboard with them, but they were her babies.

  At her car, she unlocked it and slid in to turn on the ignition, so she could start heating up the interior. If a detail had been with her, they would’ve insisted she sit in the car, until her stuff was loaded up. But Christopher had relaxed his rules somewhat, so Meggie went out on her own whenever she could. The bikers had other things to do. Following her every where she went wasn’t a very exciting job for them. It involved a lot of waiting, and made her hurry through her day, so her guards wouldn�
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  Transferring her grocery bags from the basket and into her car, Meggie paused to glance at her watch. It was close to four PM, so all the kids, except Diesel, would be home. Her adopted son had football practice.

  “What are you doing out here all alone, sweetheart?”

  Johnnie’s voice startled her, and she jumped, almost dropping her last bag. Before she could place it on her backseat, he grabbed it and looked down at her.

  “Does Christopher know you don’t have guards?”

  Seeing he wasn’t putting her bag in the car, she reached for it, but he raised it higher than she could reach. She glared at him. “Yes. There’s no need for me to always have guards anymore, Johnnie. Everything’s calm.”

  “Did he know you were grocery shopping today?”

  She hopped in an attempt to get her bag. “Does it matter?” she asked in frustration, when he lifted the bag even higher. “Stop this, jerk.”

  He grinned at her. “Not a chance. I’m enjoying your tits bouncing up and down.”

  Immediately, she stopped and grew uncomfortably aware of Johnnie’s focus. “You’re being a jackass, jackass. It’s comments like that that puts Kendall in a bad way.”

  “Kendall is just fine. She’s adapting to being a stay at-home mom, my old lady, and being a part of yours and Zoann’s business.”

  “Kendall isn’t happy,” Meggie insisted. “She wants her career.”

  His humor evaporating, Johnnie shoved the bag at Meggie. “Don’t put this in her head. She’s doing fine.”

  After setting the last bag on the seat, Meggie slammed her door shut. “Every time she meets someone, she introduces herself as an attorney, not only a wife and mother. I’m telling you she misses her job.”

  “If you think that, then do something about it, Megan.”

  Whenever she’d tried to help Kendall, she’d been stabbed in the back. Now, they were cautiously friendly to each other. If anyone should do something about Kendall’s state, it was Johnnie.

  “Valentine’s Day is two months away,” Johnnie started, abruptly changing the subject.

  “Christmas isn’t even here yet,” Megan reminded him.

  “I already have her Christmas present. She likes unique gifts, so I’d like something custom made for her for Valentine’s day. I need time for that.”

  “There’s your answer then.”

  “Come on, baby. I’ve dropped twenty thousand dollars on the purse she wanted Papa Noel to bring her.”

  Meggie blinked, unsure if she wanted to drop her mouth open over the cost one gift or the fact that Johnnie referred Santa Claus as Papa Noel. She gritted her teeth, annoyed. Kendall downed Christopher but Meggie wondered if she knew Christopher was responsible for her lifestyle. The medical lab had been his idea. True, Johnnie ran it for him, but if Christopher hadn’t thought of it, Johnnie wouldn’t have.

  Since Meggie had met Christopher, he’d even acquired a chain of repair shops for motorcycles and cars. He had enough legitimate businesses to keep most of his brothers in the chapter employed. He’d also invested in Bunny’s brother’s tattoo shop and purchased a funeral home.

  Well, the funeral home…she knew they laundered money through it, but it was also rather…convenient, a fact Meggie refused to dwell on.

  Johnnie grabbed Meggie’s gloved hand. “Has Kendall mentioned wanting anything in particular for Valentine’s day, sweetheart?”

  Valentine’s Day. Duh. Meggie had been so focused on her upcoming anniversary, she’d forgotten all about St. Valentine. But that was perfect. She’d incorporate both the holiday and her anniversary into one big party.

  “Does she want diamonds?” Johnnie pressed. “She had to have mentioned something to you. I didn’t get your location for nothing, did I?” He smiled at her. “Sorry, sweetheart. I guess you didn’t know Christopher has your car bugged with a GPS.”

  Snatching her hand away, she gave him a dirty look. “It so happens that I do know, so try again to stir up trouble between my husband and I.”

  He had the grace to look ashamed. “I’m sorry, Megan. That was unworthy of me.”

  “It was,” she agreed. “As for what Kendall wants for Valentine’s Day, we really haven’t talked about it. I think it slipped both our minds that it’s so close.”

  “Has she recently talked about anything she’d like to have?”

  “Yeah, I guess. Let’s see.” As she yanked her car keys from the pocket of her jeans and snatched her purse from the basket’s child seat, she came up with a few ideas. “She’s talked about some gold and diamond pieces. The word ‘love’ is formed by the diamonds and the rest of the jewelry is gold. She’s also talked about a lace bodysuit. A calf’s leather crossbody bag. And, oh yeah, a pair of studded sling backs.”

  He drew his brows together.

  “You know? Shoes. I’m surprised you don’t know what they are. Christopher always asks what this or that is called.”

  A bleak look entered his eyes and he glanced away for a moment.

  Meggie pretended she didn’t recognize his sadness. Kendall and Johnnie would either find their way or they wouldn’t. They could get advice from anyone. Unless they acted and recognized each other’s feelings, and really listened to each other, they’d always be miserable.

  She cleared her throat, hurting for both of them. She knew they loved each other. If only they could come to a meeting of the minds. “I have to get home, Johnnie,” she said softly. “If Kendall mentions anything else, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

  He slammed her back door shut, then opened her door. “Thank you, sweetheart. Valentine’s Day is really important to her.”

  Meggie nodded and slid into her seat. “I understand. Tell Christopher what you might like, so he could tell me and I’ll pass it on to Kendall.”

  “Can’t I just tell you and you make Kendall believe you got it from Christopher?” he asked.

  “Nope,” she answered. “Sure can’t. If I say that and she discovers I’ve lied, all hell will break lose.”

  “Not only from my wife,” Johnnie reminded her sharply. “Your husband would overreact, too.”

  She shrugged. “So why even open that can of worms?”

  “Because I feel like a fucking ass, dropping hints about Valentine’s Day, to make sure Kendall knows what I want.”

  “Don’t, Johnnie. It’s okay,” Meggie soothed. “Christopher likes Valentine’s Day, too. All the guys do. They just won’t admit it.” Which would make a club wide celebration perfect.

  The guys could enjoy the day without having to admit they looked forward to celebrating and the women would know for certain they’d do something that night.

  “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have ideas on what Christopher would like,” Johnnie said sharply, breaking into her thoughts.

  She couldn’t do that, so she stayed silent.

  Johnnie squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. We’re friends. You’re just venting.”

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he said on a swallow, then met her gaze. “I miss seeing you at the club every day.”

  “With the business and the house and the kids, Roxy decided I was stretching myself too thin. That’s why she took over cooking at the club, six days a week. I pop in all the time. You know that.”

  “Usually, when I’m not there.”

  “That isn’t my fault. My schedule doesn’t revolve around you. Besides, we see each other every week at our family dinners. And, once a month, during our double dates.”

  “I can’t talk to you with Christopher and Kendall around, and I don’t feel comfortable opening up to Roxy.”

  “Roxy is probably the best person to talk to,” Meggie reasoned.

  Johnnie stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “I’m going to let you go, but I have one last question.”

  Meggie shoved her key into the ignition and started her car. “Okay, shoot. I’m all ears.”

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bsp; “Does Kendall ever mention me or the kids during the day?”

  “Um…”

  “Don’t lie to spare my feelings, Megan.”

  “Okay,” she said on a sigh. “She talks about you all the time. She mentions the kids every now and then. Or when she asks me if I mind Rory coming over.”

  Johnnie gave her a bleak look. “Do you think she’s right to bar the kids from certain rooms in our house?”

  “Every woman has a different mothering style,” she reminded him. “Kendall is raising your kids the way she, herself, was brought up. I don’t think she means to be so harsh, but she has nothing else to go by. Unless you set an example for her by stepping in and handling Rory, Matilda, and JJ with a little more love and care. Kendall looks up to you, Johnnie. Tell her her way is good, but you’d like to try your way for a while, she might bitch about it. As long as you stand firm, though, she’ll give in and then she’ll see how much happier the kids will be.”

  “Suppose she doesn’t agree?”

  “She will,” Meggie said with certainty. “What she didn’t learn from her mother, she picked up from Charlotte Redding.” The club attorney’s wife looked down on all things biker. “Not the best role models. You can show her what it means to love a child.”

  “That should be instinct.”

  “Not necessarily,” Meggie argued. “You live as you were taught.”

  “Really?” Johnnie barked a laugh. “Christopher wasn’t ‘taught’ love and ‘adoration’—” he used air quotations— “yet he worships you and is crazy about his children.”

  “Christopher and Kendall are entirely different people. Growing up, Christopher had his mom. Zoann. Ophelia. You. He had Big Joe. Kendall had absolutely no one. And the people she did have made her give something in return to get their affection.”

  A thoughtful look crossed Johnnie’s face.

  “Be the man I once knew. For yourself, your wife, and your kids. You and the children are all the family Kendall has.”

  He winced. “Don’t give up on her.”

  Sadness went through Meggie. “Unfortunately, Johnnie, she gave up on me a long time ago. I’ll talk to you later.”