Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Still on his knees, he lifted her into his arms and crawled the short distance to the ball, depositing her on top so suddenly she nearly lost her balance.

  She squeaked but he caught her quickly and steadied her, guiding her to a supine position. She lifted herself onto her elbows as he parted her thighs, keeping one hand around her ankle to hold her steady.

  He held her gaze and lowered his head between her legs, teasing her with a small lick before opening her lips and sniffing her. He rubbed his nose against her clit and Meggie cried out, abandoning her position to lay against the ball.

  Christopher loved to torture her with new ways of pleasuring. His skill never ceased to amaze her.

  “I love your pussy and your golden bush,” he breathed, adjusting her so that her head and back rested against the ball and her butt cheeks rested on one of his arms. “I love the smell of your cunt, Megan.”

  Her legs trembled. He nosed her again, chinning the inside of her thighs.

  “Christopher,” she groaned. “Please.”

  He inserted a finger into her, thumbed her clit, before adding a second finger and working in and out of her body. “Please what, baby?” he demanded.

  “Lick me,” she begged.

  His warm laughter blew across her skin. “Where?”

  “My pussy,” she relented.

  He rewarded her with a long, slow lick, dragging the pad of his tongue over her clit and driving her out of her head. Pulling his fingers out of her, he speared his tongue into her hole, twirling and tasting. The ball shifted beneath her, but it barely mattered to her. He’d never let her fall. Besides, she was past the point of caring.

  A hunger to have him inside of her built up. He tongued her seam, circled her bud, tasting and teasing her. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and she moaned.

  “Your pussy juice is drippin’ all over this fuckin’ ball.”

  He sounded so masculine and satisfied, Meggie almost came.

  “From now fuckin’ on, this the ball my ass usin’, and no fuckin’ body else.”

  His voice vibrated through her. Abruptly, he stopped conversation and laved her inner thigh, teasing between her butt cheeks and lapping her clit before covering her with his mouth and sucking her.

  The mixture of pain and pleasure, his dominance, sent her over the edge and she screamed, falling apart beneath his ruthless assault. He blew against her swollen flesh, soothing her throbbing, and then rested his cheek against her mound.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked after a moment.

  “Yeah,” she said dreamily. “But I still want you inside of me.”

  “I ain’t gonna deny whatever the fuck you want,” he told her, leaning back on his haunches even as he kept his hands on her so she wouldn’t fall.

  He helped her to her feet and then stood, grasping her hand and pulling her to the weight bench, where he laid back on it.

  Without hesitation, she drew his sweats down his thighs and allowed his cock to spring free. As she stroked his penis, she straddled him. He grabbed her waist and assisted her in lifting over him. Slowly, she impaled herself on him. Buried to the hilt, he throbbed inside of her and she tightened around him, drawing a gasp from him.

  Up and down she moved, faster and faster, bouncing against his length, and working herself into a frenzy. Each time she bore down, he pushed into her, hard and deep, until she lost all sense of self, time and place. The man inside of her owned her, body and soul, and she gave into her orgasm, groaning when he stiffened and trembled, reaching his own climax.

  A moment later, he withdrew from her. She liked to cuddle with him, but she never trusted this weight bench too much.

  Before she stood, he kissed the top of her head. “CJ comin’ home soon,” he said, sitting up while she got her leggings. “He gonna be lookin’ for you.”

  As she removed her shoes to step into her leggings, she smiled. “I know.” She sounded hoarse and sated, but now it was time to return to Mommy-mode. “I was thinking we could have taco cheeseburgers tonight. CJ likes to help me to cook those.”

  Christopher went to where his white T-shirt hung from one of the bars of the combo machine and slid into it. He looked like a warrior god, all sleek lines and toned muscle.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

  He smirked at her and sauntered toward her, lifting her onto the weight bench and nuzzling her neck.

  “Ain’t more beautiful than you,” he responded. “Nothin’ is.”

  “According to you.”

  “That’s all the fuck that matter, ain’t it, baby?”

  “Of course,” she said, meaning it. Only her kids were above her husband. For them, she’d give up her life. For him, she’d give up her soul.

  He kissed her again. They could never get enough of kissing and hugging each other. “I gotta go the fuck back to the club.”

  “Okay. Are you coming home to eat, or will you eat at the club?”

  “Ima be home in time to sit at the table, like most of the time.” He grabbed his cut. “You ain’t gotta work no more today?”

  “Uh-uh. Kendall probably won’t be in for a couple of days, so why don’t you and me meet in here the same time tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow, Ima make you my fuckin’ weight set, even if you ain’t three hundred fuckin’ pounds. Maybe, Ima work out one arm with you, then the next.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s comments like that that puts me at odds with Kendall.”

  Christopher scowled at her. “I ain’t givin’ a good motherfucker about that bitch. If she ain’t realizin’ by now she a gorgeous bitch, you ain’t got a fuckin’ thing to be fuckin’ upset ‘bout.”

  “Nothing we say will make Kendall realize that, Christopher,” Meggie said with a sigh.

  “Fuck her. Just cuz she a insecure cunt don’t mean I gotta stop sayin’ you the most gorgeous fuckin’ thing in the world.” He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. That bitch ain’t here. What the motherfucker did?”

  Meggie pursed her mouth. “Nothing.”

  “I gotta fuck up Johnnie over the shit?”

  “Nope,” Meggie said with confidence.

  Kissing her, he pulled her against him. “Okay, baby. I’ma stay the fuck outta it.”

  “Thank you,” she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck when he bent down. “It’s Kendall being Kendall.”

  “That ain’t soundin’ good, Megan. Kendall bein’ Kendall lead to all types of bullshit. Honestly? Part of my ass wonderin’ if she fuckin’ with Johnnie. Motherfucker went the fuck against what I wanted and brought a issue to the brothers. That ain’t like John Boy, baby.”

  “Is it serious? Will you have problems?”

  He dodged the question. “I fuckin’ went with the club vote and met with the fuckheads Johnnie wanted. Sorriest thing I ever fuckin’ did. I shoulda just blown them the fuck up.”

  “Christopher!” Meggie cried. “Omigod! So you’re saying you will have problems?”

  He shrugged. “If I do, I gotta lock you and the other girls the fuck down again. For now, see a motherfucker that got a cut from the Imperials, get the fuck away and don’t let them know who the fuck you is.”

  “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

  He gave her a look that told her not really. She sighed and rubbed her temples.

  “Does that mean I have to withdraw CJ from school?”

  Actually, all the older kids would have to be withdrawn, if the women had to go on lockdown.

  He winced. “Megan, I promise, Ima do my fuckin’ best not to have to do that. Ima just have some long fuckin’ days the fuck ahead. Then, I gotta figure out what the fuck goin’ on with Johnnie. I ain’t thought too much of the shit. My ass told myself he was just bein’ careful cuz of his cunt and their children.”

  “Kendall has a name,” Megan chastised.

  “If the bitch had some fuckin’ sense, my ass’d fuckin’ use her name. She don’t, so fuck her.”
/>   “You wouldn’t like it if I was called a cunt as much as you call Kendall one.”

  “I’d cut the fuck outta a motherfucker tongue who dared call you that.”

  “That’s a double standard.”

  “Don’t give a good fuck. It’s my fuckin’ standard. Case fuckin’ closed.”

  “If something’s going on with Johnnie, Christopher, and you start in on Kendall, things might get bad.”

  “And I might fuck him and her up,” he responded. “If you mean what the fuck I think you mean.”

  “That depends on what you’re reading into my words?”

  “Sound to me like you im-fuckin-plyin’ Johnnie might be stupid e-fuckin-nuff to confront you cuz of his bitch.”

  “It would only be fair, in the scheme of things,” she said, hoping he saw her point of view.

  “Megan, baby, listen up. I hate the fuckin’ ground his bitch walk on. So many fuckin’ times I coulda looked the other fuckin’ way and just ignored the fuck outta her. But she do shit. All the fuckin’ time. Worse, she a fuckin’ low down whore.”

  Outrage descended into Meggie and she opened her mouth to light into Christopher. He raised his hand.

  “Don’t say a fuckin’ thing. I ain’t callin’ her a whore cuz of all the motherfuckers that stuck their cocks in her. My ass callin’ her that cuz she hate the fuckin’ ground I walk on, but wanna get dick from me just to say she was fuckin’ powerful e-fuckin-nuff to break my ass down and to show you I ain’t worth shit. Johnnie love the fuck outta Kendall. If he knew how many fuckin’ times she came on to my ass, that would fuck him up.”

  Meggie knew Christopher loved her, but hearing about Kendall’s attempt at seduction didn’t make her feel good at all.

  Knowing her as he did, he hugged her again.

  “Aww, baby. If Arma-fuckin-geddon happened to-fuckin-day, and me and Kendall ended up as the last motherfuckers on earth, I’d saw my cock off with a jagged fuckin’ rock and bleed the fuck to death before I ever touched her.”

  “I know,” she said in a small voice.

  Christopher cradled her face between his hands. “Baby, I’m just cluein’ you the fuck in ‘bout why I hate her and why I ain’t callin’ her Kendall. Johnnie ain’t even made it to the club today. Mort went to Johnnie and Kendall house and that bitch wouldn’t let Mort in.”

  “That’s odd. Mortician is always welcomed there.”

  “My ass called Johnnie and he ain’t sound right. I was talkin’ to him and, mid-sentence, she got on the fuckin’ phone and said he was fuckin’ under the weather.”

  Meggie searched her mind, trying to think if Kendall had mentioned anything about Johnnie being sick. Beyond wanting Johnnie to change his name to Caldwell—something not even worth mentioning—nothing came to mind. “What do you think’s going on?”

  “No fuckin’ clue.” Christopher shrugged. “Believe it or fuckin’ not, I tell myself Kendall ain’t ever gonna hurt Johnnie, but you can’t be sure with bitches belongin’ in psycho camps.”

  “Kendall loves Johnnie,” Meggie said, believing that to her bones.

  “Kendall a selfish, vain, psycho bitch,” Christopher corrected. “She got fuckin’ legal drugs comin’ out the ass to try to make her brain work like a human. She might fuckin’ not wanna hurt John Boy, but I ain’t too sure ‘bout fuckin’ druggin’ him to control him. Logan did it to your old man. Ruined Big Joe for-fuckin-ever. If Kendall want something and Johnnie ain’t givin’ her her way cuz he know Ima fuck him up if it goes against the club, that bitch’ll find a way to get what she want.”

  “Noooo.” Meggie shook her head in denial. “Kendall wouldn’t drug Johnnie. You’re just saying that because you don’t like her.”

  “I fuckin’ hope so, baby. If only that bitch behaved. Fuck, Megan, I even fuckin’ considered lettin’ her work with Brooks. Just to keep her happy so John Boy can be fuckin’ happy. But, fuck, that’s what happened before. Brooks the club attorney, yet his ass’ll let Kendall take over and fuck us all up.”

  “Honestly, Christopher, I’ve thought about asking you the same thing. Then, I keep remembering seeing what I thought was your dead body after that man broke in…all the result of Kendall’s actions. As much as I want her and Johnnie happy, I can’t…it’s such a risk.”

  Christopher scrubbed a hand over his face. “Give that bitch a inch and she gonna take a fuckin’ foot.”

  “I know,” she whispered as the door flew open and CJ burst in. Zoann must not have come in, instead only dropping him off then continuing home with her sons, who went to the same school as CJ.

  He frowned at Christopher. “’Law, why you here?”

  CJ still veered between incorrect and correct speech. Sooner or later, he’d get the hang of it.

  “I fuckin’ live here, boy,” Christopher pointed out as CJ ran to him and grinned.

  They fist bumped, then Christopher turned to her.

  “My ass gotta get the fuck back to the club.” He kissed her again, then laid his hand on CJ’s shoulder. “Take care of your ma, son.”

  “Yes, Dad.”

  Together, the three of them walked through the house to the front door, where they bid Christopher farewell.

  Her Valentine’s Day Ball crossed her mind, and she sighed. She’d monitor the situation for the next couple of days. If everything settled, she’d bring it up to Christopher. Otherwise, she’d have to put that idea on the back burner.

  “ARE YOU BUSY?”

  At the sound of Kendall’s voice, Christopher stiffened. She was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment. Or fucking ever. However, unless he squeezed through the goddamn small ass window behind him to get away, he had to respond. Otherwise, she’d stand in his office door, looming like a fucking specter.

  Besides, it was a new year. A time for new beginnings. Christmas and New Year’s had passed without drama. Psycho bitch wasn’t going to the house, which meant he left the club every afternoon to fuck his girl and, for the most part, Johnnie seemed back to normal. Shipments hadn’t been intercepted. No motherfuckers had been killed. And his plans to strike every fucking Imperials’ hangout he could find was progressing.

  The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred and he pressed his lips together, gritting his teeth.

  Maybe, Christopher had been wrong about his suspicions that Kendall was fucking him up in some way. Other than the ways she normally fucked him up. Just by being her.

  “Chris…”

  Snapping his head up, he narrowed his eyes, and Kendall glared at him.

  “Outlaw,” she corrected. “Are you busy?”

  “No,” he snapped. “My ass just sittin’ at my desk, twiddlin’ my fuckin’ thumbs.”

  “I’m surprised you remember you have thumbs to twiddle since you’re always so focused on another appendage.”

  He wasn’t entertaining her bullshit innuendoes. “What the fuck you want?”

  At his question, she stepped into his office and closed the door, smiling at him. She sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

  His aggravation increased. “How the fuck you get my ass askin’ you what the fuck you want into a invitation to sit your fuckin’ ass down, Kendall?”

  “I need to talk to you,” she said, instead of answering his question.

  “Ain’t interested, so get the fuck out.”

  She glanced at him through her lashes. “It’s about Johnnie.”

  Christopher clenched his jaw. She fucking knew he’d hear her out if it had to do with his brother. However… “Open the fuckin’ door. Ain’t wantin’ your dragon ass to suck up all my fuckin’ oxygen.”

  “Asshole,” she hissed. “Those types of insults went out in third grade.” She snapped her fingers. “That’s right. I forgot you failed kindergarten, so you were already a drop-out by grade three.”

  “Kiss my motherfuckin’ drop-out ass.”

  She sniffed. “You’d like that.”

  “Tell me what the fuck wrong with Johnnie, t
hen get the fuck outta my face. Drop your fuckin’ bullshit, Kendall. Now.”

  Her cheeks flushed, and she licked her lips. “Do you always have to be so forceful?” she breathed.

  Christopher roared to his feet, slamming his chair into the wall and pointing to the door. “Get the fuck out.”

  She stood. “I’ll behave. I really need your help.”

  He was almost finished comparing the master spreadsheet from the reports of all his support clubs, to make sure everything balanced to close out last year’s books. He could take a few minutes to discover what was going on with Johnnie. Megan wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he was ten or fifteen minutes late, they’d still go to their home-gym for the exercise routine that was little more than a way to fuck her in the middle of the day in a variety of creative ways.

  If he had to deal with Johnnie—Kendall—and their problems, he’d more than likely be pissed like a motherfucker. Thanks to Kendall, he was already half way there. Of course, once he saw Megan, all his annoyance would evaporate.

  Still…“How bad is it if you gotta talk to me ‘bout it, instead of Megan?”

  Her mouth turned up in a phony grin. “Your wife can’t help me with this,” she said lightly. “Only you.”

  He’d bet his ass Megan could have helped her. Furthermore, Megan was probably the only one who could sway him to cooperate with what the fuck ever Kendall needed help with. This bitch knew that. She just wanted to yank his fucking chains. Besides, Kendall never needed help dealing with Johnnie. She held both his balls in her pocket and manipulated the fuck out of him more often than not.

  If any-fucking-body needed help, it was Johnnie.

  “What Johnnie need my help with?” he demanded.

  “I need the help,” she answered impatiently.

  Folding his arms, he lifted a brow, waiting.

  “Fine,” she huffed. “I want to do something, but Johnnie says I can’t. It’s really important to me. Can you talk to him?”