Zach (Hell's Handlers MC Book 1)

by Lilly Atlas

  Zach almost shivered. It wasn’t often Copper got his hands dirty these days, but when he did, the results were catastrophic.

  Two hours later, assignments distributed, Zach was on his bike heading for home. He was on day shifts, so he had the night off. Even though he hadn’t slept in almost forty hours, a restless energy zinged through him making thoughts of sleep impossible.

  What he really wanted to do was bust down Toni’s door, tackle her to the bed, and keep her there until she forgot everything but how to scream his name. But that wasn’t going to happen. He needed to keep his focus on Mav and his club. Spending another night between Toni’s silky thighs would only make his obsession with her grow. And he just couldn’t split his time between a woman and his club.

  Not now. Not with Mav’s life on the line.

  The club needed him. How would he ever look any of his brothers in the eye again if something happened to Mav because his head was in the clouds?

  Or between Toni’s legs?

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  The moment Toni’s front door slammed shut behind her, she dropped her bag, kicked off her flip-flops, and unhooked her bra. She let the offending undergarment fall at her feet and then breathed out a sigh of relief. One of the perks of living alone was the lack of accountability to anyone. She could drop whatever she wanted at the front door and deal with it hours later if that’s what she was in the mood for.

  The past two days had been trying. Whatever was going on with the MC and Maverick’s disappearance, it felt like there was a black cloud hovering over the entire town. Many of the Hell’s Handlers had still been in the diner, but only for a quick bite or coffee before they went out to search for Maverick or home to crash.

  Each man’s body bore the stress of the situation. Baggy eyes, deep-set scowls, tense postures. Then there were the quick to enflame tempers. She’d stopped a fight that morning between some poor business man who’d been staring at his phone while walking and had plowed straight into Rocket. Hot coffee splashed all over Rocket’s leather cut and you’d have thought the clumsy man had launched an all-out attack on the MC by Rocket’s reaction.

  When Rocket went for the terrified man’s throat, Toni had dived between the two. A stern glare and gentle shove backed Rocket off. A free coffee refill from Shell had the businessman out of the diner and away from imminent death two minutes later. Toni had comped Rocket’s breakfast despite his statements that it was unnecessary, and all ended well.

  But it had been tense. As had the atmosphere in the diner for the entirety of those two days. Then there was the poor biker who trailed her everywhere she went. To make it easy on him, Toni brought him free food and coffee throughout the day and tried to limit her travels to the diner and home. She had this burning desire to do whatever she could to help and make life and more bearable for the Handlers. Even if it was something as simple as a smile and some coffee.

  Worst part about the past two days had been the lack of Zach in her life. As much as she hated to admit it, she’d been searching for him in every face that walked into her diner. But he’d been absent. Working his ass off in the search for his best friend, if the chatter was correct.

  Each evening she sat on her porch hoping he’d come home, but he hadn’t. And when she heard his motorcycle pulling in at all hours of the night, she’d been so tempted to make her way to his house and check on him, but something held her back.

  And now, at the end of the third day, she felt extremely guilty and childish. She’d basically thrown him out of her house instead of handling their encounter like an adult. So they’d had sex? Big deal.

  Though it had been the best two sexual encounters of her life.

  Okay, that was a big deal, but still, she shouldn’t have freaked out. Adults had casual sex, even fuck-buddy relationships all the time without losing their shit. Maybe she could find a way to have a causal relationship without repeating past mistakes.

  Her sex-starved body sure seemed to think it was possible. Just thoughts of Zach’s hard physique, skilled hands, and talented tongue had her wet and needy. And then there was that cock…

  Damn him and his incredible body.

  Now that she’d had a sample of what the man had to offer, getting back in bed with him was all she could think about.

  Mark’s ringtone blared from her phone. She dug it out of her pocket and answered with a clipped, “Yeah?”

  “Well, hello to you too, favorite niece of mine,” came the amused reply.

  Her lips quirked. “Sorry, Uncle Mark. Been a stressful few days.”

  “Well sweetie, you know what’s the best form of stress relief, don’t you?”

  “Mark, I don’t need to get laid, okay? I already—” Oops. Her brain must be foggier than she’d thought, because there is no way she would have admitted that in her right mind.

  “Oh, my God, Andrew!” Mark yelled, making Toni wince as his voice pierced her eardrum through the phone. “Toni had sex!”

  “Seriously? What are you fifteen?”

  Laughter was her only answer. “Okay, tell me about your new man.”

  “I’m not telling you anything about, Zach. It’s my private business. Okay?” So, she may have sounded like a huffy teenager, but really, what woman, at any age, wanted to discuss her sex life with her uncle?

  “You know I have my ways of finding out. You might as well just tel—wait a second. Did you say Zach?”

  Aw crap.

  “Your next-door neighbor’s name is Zach.”

  Really? Why the hell did Mark have to go and remember that?

  “He’s a fucking outlaw biker, Toni. Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how dangerous those guys can be?”

  Are you trying to make the same mistake you made before?

  He’d never say it, but the accusation hung heavily between them.

  “It’s nothing, Uncle Mark, seriously. Barely a blip on my radar.” Oh, that lie was gonna come back to bite her. “Can we please talk about something else?”

  “Shit, my work phone is ringing. Don’t think that means we’re done talking about this, missy.”

  Toni laughed. Mark always called her missy when he was trying to move into parent mode. Unfortunately for him, he never quite got the knack of parental lectures. “Whatever you say, Mark. Love you!”

  He shouted, “You too!” into the phone, then disconnected. But that wouldn’t be the end of it. He was as tenacious as they came.

  Done with her call, Toni leaned against the door again and wished she could skip the walk to her room. She was just that tired.

  A few minutes later, the growing rumble of motorcycle pipes chased away her exhaustion and had the ache in her feet shifting to an ache between her legs.

  Zach.

  It was the earliest he’d been home in days.

  She could go to him. See how he was holding up under the strain of Maverick’s disappearance. See if he’d rip her clothes off and take her in ten different ways before morning.

  “Ugh. You’re pathetic,” she scolded herself.

  Pushing off the door, she walked across her living room and stared out the window at Zach’s dark house. After a few seconds, the light in Zach’s bedroom flipped on, illuminating him where he stood.

  Toni gasped and jumped away from the window.

  Did he see her?

  She rolled her eyes. Probably not, it was still dark in her house. Slowly, she tiptoed back in front of the glass and stared transfixed as he prowled around his bedroom. There was a restless energy to him, like a caged tiger denied its freedom. He seemed like he was close to losing his shit.

  As she continued to watch, he stripped off his shirt and stalked to the doorway where a pull-up bar hung from the frame. Ten pull-ups in and Toni needed to wipe the drool from her mouth. He was hands-down the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. The way his biceps and forearms balled up then released with each up and down movement was a perfect representation of male strength in its purest form.

  She lost co
unt of the number of pull-ups he completed, but after a few minutes, he dropped to the floor and started on push-ups. Jesus, if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was doing it on purpose. Showing off the play of his muscles to drive her insane with lust.

  About a hundred push-ups and a thousand sit-ups later, Zach seemed to have burned through some of the agitation he’d arrived home with.

  He stood facing away from the window, stripping out of his shorts while Toni still stared at his perfect ass.

  She should move. She had to move. Watching someone naked through their window wasn’t okay. Not only did it top the creeper charts, it was technically illegal.

  No matter how many signals her brain sent to her feet, they didn’t move.

  And then he turned.

  Oh my God, he was hard.

  Need slammed into her with the force of a tornado. Toni clenched her legs together, trying to ease the longing. Like that had a chance of working. After a night with Zach, nothing but his cock would do. Except maybe his fingers. Or, oh God, that tongue.

  Her eyes widened and she gasped as he wrapped a large hand around his even larger erection.

  “Holy shit,” she muttered, grabbing the frame around her window to steady herself.

  For a few moments, he stroked up and down his length, his body growing tauter with each caress. Toni couldn’t have torn her gaze away if her house was on fire. He was just so captivating as he pleasured himself.

  He released his dick and strode to his nightstand which was next to his bed and very close to the window. She had a perfect view.

  Still naked and hard, he opened the drawer and pulled something out.

  “What the hell?” Toni muttered. Then her jaw dropped and she gasped as an almost embarrassing amount of wetness gushed between her legs.

  Her panties.

  The ones he’d stolen after fucking her into oblivion with his mouth.

  He lifted them to his nose and inhaled before fisting his cock again. This time, he rubbed her panties all over his shaft.

  Toni couldn’t help it, this was the hottest, filthiest thing she’d ever seen. She moved her hands to her shorts and unbuttoned the top button before diving on down to her clit. It wouldn’t take long, watching his show had her so worked up she thought she might explode with just one touch.

  When her fingers grazed her clit, she groaned. Zach’s strokes grew faster, stronger.

  Then he turned his head, looking straight out his own window.

  And he gave Toni the most wicked grin possible.

  Hand in her shorts, she froze.

  Holy shit.

  He knew she was watching.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Zach couldn’t say why, but the moment he walked into his bedroom, he could feel Toni’s gaze on him as though it was a physical thing.

  A light was on in her kitchen, making her outline faintly visible through the shadows where she hovered at the edge of her living room window. She probably thought she was all but invisible since the living room was dark, but that kitchen light provided just enough illumination to make out her basic shape.

  He’d missed her like hell over the past few days, but they’d been so busy and full of shit he hadn’t even had a moment to swing by the diner. Plus, he’d offered her casual. A few weeks of fun until she left. That meant he didn’t need and shouldn’t want to check in with her every five seconds. Especially when it was pulling him from his responsibilities.

  But staring at him through his window while he worked out then jerked off? Yeah that would break the strongest guy's resolve.

  Man, how he wished he could see her shocked and aroused expression when he turned his gaze on her.

  The silky feel of her panties wrapped around his dick was a distant second to the sensation of her pussy squeezing the life out of him, but it was all he’d had for the past few nights. That was about to be over. Toni didn’t know it, but he was done with her flimsy attempts at distance.

  They’d wasted enough time already. She was his for the duration of her time in Tennessee.

  His cock was so hard, it felt like it could snap right off. Time to move the show along.

  He reached for his phone on top of the nightstand and called Toni.

  “Hello?” Her breathless voice picked up on the third ring.

  “If I’d have known you were a peeping Tom, I’d have done this weeks ago.”

  “I, uh, I was just, um…”

  Even though it was too dark on her side, he could imagine her face turning an adorable shade of pink.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. I understand it’s hard to resist a peek at all this.” He ran a hand down his naked torso and over the ridges of his six-pack.

  Zach wasn’t stupid, nor was he falsely modest. He knew his body attracted women. Hell, it was one of the reasons he worked so damn hard in the gym and didn’t buy ice cream. But he’d never wanted one woman to enjoy the view as much as he did with Toni.

  “How long have you known I was watching?”

  “Since I took off my shirt.”

  She squeaked. “God, that’s embarrassing.”

  Zach chuckled. “Turn your light on, baby. I want to see more than the outline of you.”

  After an audible swallow, the light in Toni’s living room flashed on. She stood, wide-eyed in the window, phone at her ear and shorts open.

  Fuck. Knowing she’d gotten so turned on watching him stroke his cock that she had to touch herself made him almost insane.

  Zach squeezed the base of his cock with the silken panties. He wanted to play a little and draw this out, but he was on the verge of coming. “Does watching me fuck my hand make your pussy all needy, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Let me watch you.” She switched the phone to her other hand and slowly slid her dominant hand inside her shorts. Suddenly, Zach had the violent need to see more. To watch her fingers playing with her clit and disappearing into her pussy.

  “Drop your shorts and take off your top. I want to see your tits while I stroke myself.”

  The line fell silent and seconds ticked by. Zach was just about to speak again when Toni set her phone down on the windowsill. She crossed her arms at her waist, gripped her T-shirt, then drew it over her head.

  Zach groaned. No bra. Her gorgeous tits were on full display. He hadn’t thought it possible, but his dick swelled even more.

  After shimmying out of her shorts, she picked the phone up and returned it to her ear. “What now?” Her voice had lost that shocked, breathy quality and taken on a sultry seductress tone.

  This wasn’t gonna take long.

  “Put down the phone and put me on speaker. Then, one hand on your tit, one back on your pussy. Finger yourself.”

  A sly smile tipped her lips and she nodded. A second later she placed the phone on the window sill. Her right hand cupped her tit, lifting it before she pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

  At the same time, she coasted her left hand over the slight swell of her belly and straight into her sex. A low moan filtered through the phone when she entered herself.

  Shit, she was putting on her own show for him. He’d started out fully in control of the encounter, but felt it slipping away with each thrust of her finger in her pussy. Fuck, he wanted to feel that wetness for himself. To taste the proof of her arousal and hear her noises in person.

  But he was going to see this through, because he absolutely loved drawing out the naughty, uninhibited side of Toni.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Toni’s legs trembled and her breath came in choppy hitches. She loved to masturbate as much as the next person, but often needed a vibrator to get the job done.

  Not tonight.

  Zach had her so worked up just from his voice and the sight of him jerking off that a stiff breeze would have sent her careening off the cliff.

  “Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” Zach said, his attention glued to the hand between her legs. He increased
the speed of his strokes. “Feel good?” He sounded almost in pain.

  “Y-yes,” she managed.

  “Feel as good as my cock? As my tongue?”

  “God, no. Nothing feels that good.”

  Zach grunted. “More, baby. Play with your clit. I’ve got about sixty seconds left in me and I need you there too. Think about what it’s going to be like next time. Think of how much bigger my fingers are than yours and how good it will feel when I get them inside you.”

  Toni released her breast and dropped her hand down, rubbing quick, firm circles over her clit. Her body flared in response to Zach’s dirty talk. His mouth did it for her whether it was on her skin or just talking.

  “When I’m done finger fucking that pretty pussy, I’ll fuck you with my cock again. You want that, sweetheart? You want my cock back inside you? It hasn’t spent nearly enough time in there yet. But we’re gonna change that, aren’t we? Tell me you want my cock, Toni.” There was no playfulness to him. This was a command. This was Zach exerting dominance over their sex life.

  And she fucking loved it.

  “I want that.” She plunged her fingers in and out at a furious clip until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Pressing her thumb over her clit, the orgasm hit and nearly took her to her knees. “Oh my God, Zach,” she cried as she came.

  “That’s my girl.”

  His girl.

  She ignored the possessive statement in favor of watching him reach his own climax. His body jerked and twitched as he rubbed the panties over his dick like he was trying to make them one. It was only another ten seconds or so before he let out a violent curse and covered the tip of his dick with her panties as the orgasm ripped through him.

  His shoulders hunched forward and his head dropped down. The muscles she loved flexed and relaxed over and over until finally quieting. When he reached for his phone, she did the same, turning off the speaker.

  “I’m coming over,” he said in a much more relaxed voice.

  “Okay.” She hadn’t even pretended to put up an argument. Geez, she was so easy for him. It was pointless to deny him when she wanted him as much as he claimed to want her.