Rooster (Devil's Boneyard MC 8)

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by Harley Wylde


  I kept trying to push him away, then he’d do something amazing like order me a bunch of egg rolls and promise multiple orgasms. To actually see him enjoying my work was a big turn on too. So far, Rooster was unlike the other bikers I’d met. Colorado had been fun, but I’d seen the darkness in his eyes. I’d known the men of the Devil’s Fury could be violent. Either Rooster’s club was different, or he hid that part of himself pretty well.

  I honestly didn’t know anything about him. He hadn’t discussed himself at all. I saved my file and shut down my computer. I’d spent the last fifteen minutes watching him instead of working. There wasn’t much point in trying to do anything else for the day. Besides, I’d gotten a lot accomplished. I might not be caught up, but I was well on the way to digging myself out of the hole I’d created.

  “You done?” he asked, not even looking up from the page he was reading.

  “For today. So, can we talk a minute?”

  He lowered the book. “That sounds ominous.”

  “You said you wanted to claim me. I learned all about being the property of a biker when I was with the Devil’s Fury. Why should I even consider something like that when I don’t know anything about you?”

  He grunted and set the book side, folding his arms over his broad chest. “I guess that’s a fair point. You can ask me ten questions, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer them all.”

  I’d take what I could get. The man was already working his way past my defenses. I didn’t know why him of all people. Why couldn’t I have felt this way about Officer Murray? I might have let the cop into my bed for one night, if Rooster hadn’t come along. The moment I’d seen him, I’d lost interest in Officer Murray. So if I was only going to get ten questions, I needed to make them count.

  “I’m guessing you aren’t from Florida. Not with your accent,” I said.

  His lips twitched like he fought back a smile. “My family is from Ireland. Moved to this country when I was young and made my way to Florida in my late teens.”

  Ireland. I’d thought that was the accent I’d heard. Why did that make him even sexier? If I’d hoped the allure of Rooster would dim the more I knew about him, so far it was backfiring. One question down. Nine to go.

  “Why did you join the Devil’s Boneyard?” I asked.

  “I met a few clubs before I came to Florida. None of them felt like a good fit. I hung around town and saw the Devil’s Boneyard. I watched and waited. After a few weeks, I approached Cinder. The rest, as they say, is history.”

  I wondered if he’d give me a straight answer if I asked if he’d ever killed anyone. For that matter, did I really want to know? What if he’d had a good reason? Men who walked the straight and narrow killed people in the line of duty. Guys in the military killed during war. Police sometimes had to kill in order to protect the community. It didn’t make them bad people. Even if Rooster had killed someone, it didn’t mean he was a bad guy. Better work my way up to that one.

  “Are your parents alive? Or do you have any family in the US?” I asked.

  The light dimmed in his eyes and his jaw hardened. “My father wasn’t a nice man. Got mixed up in shit back in Ireland. My family came here for a fresh start, but that only works if your father isn’t a dumbass. He didn’t learn his lesson and double-crossed some dangerous men. It ended up getting him killed, as well as my mother. I doubt I have any family left in Ireland. I’ve stayed under the radar so those bastards won’t come after me. Not too long ago, someone said I had a half-brother. Supposedly my mother cheated on my father. We decided to have one of those DNA tests done. Turns out the guy was wrong. We aren’t related.”

  My eyes went wide. “You think they’re still looking for you? You were just a kid!”

  “You don’t walk away from the Irish mob, Alora. They wanted to wipe out my entire line. I was fifteen at the time. Old enough to cause trouble for them. I spent years hiding and doing my best to not draw attention to myself. When Cinder let me prospect for the club, he offered me his protection. Now I have an entire club of brothers at my back. I doubt the mob would try anything, even if they did find me.”

  I didn’t even know what to say to him. He’d lost his family and had run for his life. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to be on the run at such a young age. Somehow, he’d survived and turned into a rather remarkable man, from what I’d seen so far. I got up and went to him, sitting across his lap. I reached up and cupped his cheek.

  “You’re rather amazing. You know that?”

  He smiled and tugged me closer, pressing his lips to mine. “No, a ghrá. You’re the one who’s remarkable.”

  “What does that mean? You’ve called me that twice now.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “Sure you want to use up one of your questions?”

  I hesitated, but decided I needed to know. The way he looked at me when he said it… “I’m sure.”

  “It means love. Never used it with another woman. You’re the first and I’m hoping you’ll be the last.”

  And that was the moment the walls around my heart cracked. If anyone could convince me to give them a shot at forever, it was Rooster. No one had ever been so sweet to me. So charming.

  “So you earned the name Rooster fair and square?” I asked.

  He cleared his throat and looked away a moment. I didn’t think he’d answer me. When his gaze clashed with mine, I saw resolve in the greenish depths. “I haven’t exactly been a monk, Alora. I won’t lie about my past. I’ve had more than my share of women. When I first started to prospect for the club, I wasn’t all that discerning about where I put my dick. The club decided to make sure I never forgot about it.”

  “In case you didn’t notice, I wasn’t a virgin last night. I can’t very well hold your past against you when I’ve been with other men. Besides, it’s not like we knew each other. Even if we had, you probably lost your virginity before I was even born.”

  He placed a hand over his heart. “Ouch. You know where to hit a guy and make it hurt.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yes, because you’re ancient. Please! You’re sexy and you damn well know it. Do you think I’d ever give a guy my age a shot? Let me assure you the answer is no. I need someone who has their shit together.”

  “Understandable. According to your biography in your books, you’ve hit a few bestseller lists. The big ones. I doubt you did that without putting in a lot of work. You’ve accomplished more in twenty years than most people will do in their entire lives.”

  “Twenty-one.” I toyed with the edge of his cut. “My birthday was last week.”

  His brow furrowed. “How the hell did I miss that?”

  “Stalker,” I said, singing the word out.

  “Careful or I’ll spank your ass.”

  My breath caught and I pressed my thighs together. Spank me? Yes, please! The hard ridge of his cock under my ass told me enough. I wasn’t the only one turned on by the thought of a spanking. Focus, Alora!

  “I still have five questions left.”

  “Guess you better get to it. Otherwise, you may have to hold them for another day.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned and pressed his cock against me. “I thought it was rather obvious. If you’re telling me you didn’t notice, my ego might take a big hit.”

  I leaned closer. “Does your ego need a bit of… stroking?”

  “Oh, baby girl. You can stroke me anytime you want.”

  “You’re terrible,” I murmured, kissing his cheek, his jaw, and the side of his neck.

  “That’s not what you said last night. In fact, I think you called me God a few times.”

  “Are you sure I didn’t call you Hades?”

  “Pretty sure you screamed oh, God.”

  “Well, he’s the god of the underworld.” I smiled. “With your particular talents, I don’t think you’re from heaven.”

  “So you think I’m a sinner and not a saint?” he asked.

  “Definitely a sinner.”

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sp; He kissed my shoulder and rubbed the bristles on his chin against me. “Want to go sin with me?”

  I rubbed my nose against his. “Who said we had to go anywhere before we sinned?”

  He growled and tugged my shirt over my head. “Then you’re wearing far too many clothes.”

  I stood and quickly stripped. Rooster shrugged out of his cut and gently set it on top of my swag organizer before pulling off his shirt. I froze, staring at the expanse of his chest. I’d always had a thing for men with wide chests and broad shoulders. And his biceps… if I’d been wearing panties, they’d be damp. Even though I’d seen him last night, in the light of day, he looked even more spectacular.

  “I think I owe you a spanking for being such a smart ass,” he said, tugging me across his thighs. His hand ran over my ass cheeks. “How many do you think you’ve earned?”

  “Lots of them.” I squirmed on his lap. The anticipation was almost as good as the burn of a good spanking.

  “Your fair skin will pink up so nicely. You still want to use bunnies for your safe word? I don’t ever want to take things too far with you.”

  “Bunnies,” I confirmed. Not that I thought I’d be using it. Today or any other day.

  His hand cracked against my ass and I yelped, my feet kicking. He rubbed away the sting before landing another blow. By the fourth one, my skin burned, and my pussy was dripping wet. Rooster slid his finger between my legs and stroked me. The light brush of his fingertips against my clit had me crying out and so close to coming.

  “Jesus. You’re responsive as fuck, Alora.”

  “Rooster, please!”

  “You need to come, baby girl?”

  “Yes! Yes, Rooster. Make me come!”

  He gripped my hair and turned my face so he could hold my gaze. “What if I tell you the only way you’re coming is on my cock?”

  I wanted that, so much. Wanted him. “Yes.”

  He lifted me so that I straddled him. “Bare?”

  “I-I’m on birth control.” Even though I’d been on the pill since I’d turned fifteen, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom before. I didn’t know why I trusted him, but I did.

  “And we already covered the part where we’re both clean. So what’s it going to be, beautiful?”

  I swallowed hard. “I want you.”

  He unfastened his pants and freed his cock. My mouth watered as he gave it a few strokes. I wanted to taste him, to have him come on my tongue, but right now I needed him inside me. I lifted my hips and lowered myself on his hard shaft.

  His jaw tightened and his eyes went dark. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

  “I’m no angel, Rooster.”

  He nipped my bottom lip. “Call me Killian.”

  “Killian.”

  He gripped my hips tight and stood, keeping himself buried inside me as he walked to the nearest bare wall. He pressed me back against it and I turned my head, noticing we were in plain view of the window.

  “That’s right, beautiful. Anyone looking will see me fucking you.” He nipped me again before kissing me hard. “You like that, don’t you? The thought of people watching you get fucked?”

  “You know I do.”

  His driving thrusts made me see stars as he pounded into me. I didn’t know if the thought of someone watching us turned him on too, or if it was something else lighting him on fire.

  “I’ll never share you. Don’t even fucking ask me to.” He kissed me, his tongue delving into my mouth.

  I sank my nails into his shoulders. I couldn’t even respond. He hit just the right spot and I came so hard I could feel the wetness on my thighs. Rooster slammed into me harder and let out a roar as he came, pumping a load of cum into me. He pressed tight against me and I felt the jerk of his cock. His chest heaved as he panted for breath.

  Gypsy howled from somewhere in the house and my cheeks warmed. At least she hadn’t barged in on us.

  “That was an appetizer,” he said.

  “You’re really okay with someone watching us?” I asked, thinking of Colorado and his comments about how possessive men like him were. Was Rooster not the same?

  “Honestly, I’d prefer to have you all to myself, but if it’s something you need, I’m not going to deny you. As long as no one else touches you.”

  “Have you ever been to The Black Rose?” I asked.

  “The sex club?”

  I nodded. “They supposedly have rooms with that two-way glass stuff. You know, like in the cop shows. You can’t see who’s on the other side, but anyone could watch you while you’re in the rooms. I’ve never had anyone to go with, and I’m not sure I’d trust a stranger I met there. I’m only going off what I’ve read.”

  “That what you want? To go to The Black Rose?”

  I trailed my finger over his collarbone. “Could be fun.”

  “I’ll schedule something for tonight. As long as you realize I’m only doing this for you. Anyone else ever asked me for something like this, I’d have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off.”

  I cupped my hand behind his neck and kissed him softly. “Thank you, Killian.”

  “We go there and you only call me Sir the entire time. Got it?”

  A slight smile curved my lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Six

  “Once you finish having sex, what is there to do but start over?”

  -- Jarod Kintz

  Rooster

  I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to this shit. Even at the clubhouse, I’d not felt right taking the club whores out in the open. But Alora got off on it. I’d packed a bag of toys, not trusting anything they kept in the rooms. They claimed the cost of the room included a selection of new toys you could take with you when you left. I’d selected a flogger, paddle, blindfold, and gag. Everything else I’d chosen from Alora’s collection.

  While she changed in the bathroom, I got everything set up. To make sure I wasn’t recognized, I would be keeping my long-sleeve tee on, as well as my jeans and boots. I’d left my cut in my saddlebags. Alora would have a blindfold to hide part of her face, but I’d donned a plain black mask that covered everything from my hairline to the tip of my nose.

  She stepped out of the bathroom in a black, silky negligee that left little to the imagination, but that was the point. Lace cupped her breasts letting the darkness of her nipples show. Christ! She damn near made my heart stop she was so fucking sexy. I’d never met anyone like her.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck! My dick went hard at her words. This was either going to be a really long hour, or it was going to pass too fast.

  “What’s your safe word?” I asked.

  “Bunnies.” She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling.

  “Come here, gorgeous. I’m going to blindfold you then I’ll open the curtains. Anything off limits?”

  She shook her head.

  “You want pleasure, pain, and to be shown off like a little whore?”

  Her hands curled into fists and she licked her lips. “You know I do.”

  I tugged her closer and kissed her. “My dirty girl.”

  I placed the blindfold over her eyes and led her over to a padded bench. It faced the window and had an O-ring on the back where I could attach handcuffs or rope to tie her down. I pressed the button to open the curtains then made her kneel on the bench. I walked around so that I faced her. “Give me your hands, Princess.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She held them out over the back of the padded leather.

  I snapped a pair of cuffs on her and secured them to the ring. I took down the leather paddle I’d purchased with the room and braced my feet shoulder width apart. I smacked the paddle against my hand and heard her breath catch.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir. So bad.”

  “Count out your spankings, Princess. Anything other than the correct count slips past your lips, and you’ll be punished. Understood?”

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sp; “Yes, Sir.”

  I swung the paddle, connecting over her negligee with a sharp smack.

  “One, Sir.”

  I swung again.

  “Two, Sir.”

  I added a little more power to the next one and she yelped.

  “Now what did I say, Princess? That didn’t sound like you counting.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Bad girls get disciplined.” I lifted the hem of the black silk over her ass. “Spread your legs, Princess. Let everyone see that pretty pink pussy.”

  She parted her thighs, and I brought my hand down on her ass. “Wider! I want to see those lips part.”

  She shuddered as she obeyed. She was pink and swollen, and oh so wet. Looked like my sweet Alora was enjoying herself. My cock was painfully hard, but I wasn’t about to get off just yet.

  I spanked her with the paddle again.

  “Three, Sir.”

  The next swat left a red mark.

  “Four, Sir!”

  “One more, Princess. Be a good girl and count.” I swung the paddle again.

  “Five, Sir!”

  “Is your ass nice and sore, Princess?”

  She whimpered and nodded.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir. Hurts so good.”

  I spread her cheeks and dribbled lube down the crack. “It’s about to hurt even more. I have something special for you today.”

  I took out the large anal vibrator and slicked it with lubricant before pressing the tip against her tight hole. I eased it inside her then used the remote to turn it on. I turned it on high and smiled as her back bowed and she cried out. Her thighs were slick, and I could smell her arousal.

  “Let’s give the nice people a show, Princess. You ready to come?”

  “Yes, Sir! Please!”

  I took out the largest vibrator she’d had and turned it on. It was shaped like a real cock, veins and all, and had to be over two inches in diameter. It was almost the same size as mine, but I was an inch longer. I plunged the toy inside her and worked it in and out of her pussy with quick hard strokes. She yanked at the cuffs, her body twisting and bucking. Her pussy gushed when she came, coating my hand and the toy in her release.

 

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