Devil Seeker

by Clare Power

  “I’m nearly good,” she says, “Except for knickers.”

  “I knew you were going to say that. There won’t be any left in stock here at this rate.”

  “My bad,” she says, not looking the least bit repentant.

  Kat

  Less than an hour later, four plain black Harleys, owned by the club, leaves the clubhouse. They’re being ridden by Shades, Irish, Sock and Backfire, with me riding bitch. We ride north for a couple of hours until we come to a no-tell motel off the beaten track for the night.

  Even though the stock bike is more comfortable for a pillion than Backfire’s actual bike, with not only an easier leg position but a sissy bar, my legs still hurt, so I have a hot shower and curl up in bed to cuddle with Backfire. I’m slowly starting to get over the last few days, but I have to admit to being shaken up. In my world, kidnappings are not supposed to be real. And gunfire? What have I gotten myself into over a place to set up my shop? This is ridiculous.

  I shiver and try to burrow a little deeper into Backfire’s warmth. He wraps me into his arms and whispers, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

  Even so, I had a disturbed night, waking up screaming and shaking, waking Backfire up too and having Sock and Shades burst through the connecting door into our room.

  How embarrassing.

  “Sorry.” I say. “I suppose it’s a little late to mention I get nightmares when I get really wound up?”

  “Don’t worry about it, babe,” Sock reassures me. “I’d have nightmares if I was in bed with Backfire, too.”

  I buried myself in the bed and left him to ‘sort out’ his brothers.

  Backfire

  When I get back in bed, all I can do is hold my girl. I want to get her past what’s happened. The plan is fuckin’ simple―we ride. There was no specific destination when we left the clubhouse which cuts down on the risk of someone finding us. We’ll just chill for a few days while the guys work on finding Fish and whoever else was responsible for trying to hurt Kat. I want to be part of it but right now, she’s my first priority.

  I have no fuckin’ idea how this happened. I wasn’t looking for more than a night, maybe two with anyone, but Kat? She is so fuckin’ different than the women I’m used to. It’s like she’s from another planet, which in a way, I suppose, England is to us. I don’t intend to lose her in any way, shape, or form. This shit needs to end.

  Chapter 17

  Onwards

  Kat

  I wake up in the morning totally wrapped up with Backfire.

  His presence gives me the comfort I need. Once we get up, we shower and check out for the day. Over breakfast, the guys decide to ride up the East Coast for a bit. I’m cool with that idea. It sounds interesting.

  We stop for lunch a couple hours down the road at a steak house―what a surprise. I sit between Backfire and Irish as I know him the least of the other guys. I realise that there are a lot of the Cycle Devils I still have yet to meet, so I ask Backfire, politely, how many members of the West Florida chapter there are and he tells me thirty-two, not including prospects.

  Irish is actually Irish. He moved to America from Wexford when he was young. He was very interested when I told him that I had ridden over to bike shows in Waterford before I came here. I promised to show him the photos, but most of them are online and I’m staying off Facebook for now.

  The guys order steaks, but I’m a bit worried about eating too much meat in one day. It’ll send me straight to sleep. Backfire says he’ll look after me, so steak it is.

  We hit the coast road and I take in the scenery, and it begins to relax me. Backfire must feel something because his left hand comes off the handlebars and he reaches back to rest his hand on my thigh. How he manages to look comfortable doing this is beyond me, but I’m not complaining.

  I feel myself beginning to get my head around what happened to me and to begin to mentally and physically calm down. I’m trying hard not to show it, but I’m scared, angry, nervous, vengeful, but most of all, I want time to myself so I can shut people out and deal with this on my own. I want to break down alone.

  Don’t think Backfire would be down with that plan, and in all honesty, locking myself away from the situation probably wouldn’t help anyway.

  After picking up a load of snacks and food for lunch at a petrol station, we find ourselves in one of these big US parks that you can just drive into. I love the sense of peace here. Backfire asks me if I want to stay the night. It blows my mind that you can rent lodges at a place like this. I love the trees, the beach, and the ocean. When I see the so-called lodge we have for the night, I nearly cry with relief. It’s so perfect.

  It’s not exactly a basic lodge by any standard of the imagination. It’s a three bedroom “cabin,” which most definitely works for me. By the time everything is settled, it’s evening, so Shades and Sock go on a beer run. The guys seem happy here too as they order in a load of pizzas and rent a movie for the night.

  Sean and I call it an early night. So much has happened that I just need to catch up on myself, and my man must have understood that. He really is getting to know me.

  Chapter 18

  The State Park

  Kat

  Backfire and I didn’t exactly get up at the crack of dawn. I think this was partly due to how badly I have been sleeping recently. I must be starting to get over what has been happening. In fact, I manage to sleep through a couple of the guys going out to get breakfast and it’s the smell of food that eventually wakes me up. I’m being held, warm and safe, by my man.

  I turn over to see him looking at me so I smile as he pulls me to him for a good morning kiss. I never used to like kissing before I met him, especially kissing in the morning before I’ve brushed my teeth. Backfire doesn’t exactly give me a choice in the matter and somehow that makes everything feel sexier, even things like kissing. He’s not one of those awful, sloppy kissers either. His kisses are firm, confident, and sexy. All I can do is just go with the flow; learning to enjoy the things he likes. It’s not hard with him at all.

  “Time to get up,” he says, “or the guys will start fuckin’ with us. Plus, I’m hungry,” he smiles. Smiling back at him, I get dressed and we go to the kitchen to see what the guys have left for us to eat.

  After breakfast, we walk to the beach and settle down to enjoy the sea breeze. I absolutely love the sea. Now that I’m feeling more myself, I begin to question everything that has happened so far. When we left the clubhouse, I admit to feeling a bit shell shocked, and most definitely not at the top of my game. I didn’t ask questions, I just went with what Ace said to do. Now, however, it’s time to start getting a little control back in my life.

  “So what exactly are we doing out here? What is the plan?” I ask.

  “We’re taking a short vacation. So much was going down that we felt the danger to you was too great, so we just thought it was better for you to get away while we find out exactly what’s going on, so we’re just chilling; staying off the radar. Everything is being looked into by the the brothers back at home. Lori told Amber you would be away with me for a few days. Trash is still looking into the units with Tinman. Some of the guys are after Fish, so in short, everything is being dealt with. We’ve just taken you out of the line of fire.”

  I look at him and resist the urge to burst into tears. “It was all just a shock, you know? Being kidnapped and shot at are not things that ever happen in my normal day. It’s taking a while to sort all this out in my head, so I’m sorry that I’m being so slow about dealing with things.”

  He shakes his head at me and says, “No, you’re not. You’ve been fuckin’ amazing and strong about all of it. Some women, hell, even men would have collapsed in a heap and lost their shit, but not you.”

  I look at him and laugh, “Ladies like that are unlikely to last five minutes with you.”

  All the guys burst out laughing at that one.

  Backfire

  My girl is starting to come back to herse
lf. I haven’t known her long enough, but I do know her well enough now to be sure that she had drawn into herself because of what happened to her. More than a shock, but she’s coping with it all. I’m so fuckin’ proud to call her mine. I knew her legs hurt her before we left the clubhouse, but she never complained or said she’d had enough. She just carried on ‘cause she’s so fuckin’ strong.

  I watch her walking on the beach when Shade’s phone rings. Ace is keeping in touch with him directly so that Kat doesn’t have to worry any further.

  The message from Ace shows that the boys have been making shitloads of progress. They’ve caught Fish. After a ‘chat’, they know all the details of the kidnapping, his links to the association and his involvement in the shooting.

  Seems he offered to push through a land grab by the association who want to take over all the area, but he swears he doesn’t know why. I suppose it doesn’t really matter at this point. Fish was trying to scare Kat off in the same way he’d got rid of all the other opposition but it wasn’t working. He knew the club’s applications were linked to Kat so he thought kidnapping her would scare her off and he could use her to make the club back off. When it didn’t work, he got desperate and tried to shoot Kat to destroy the only real evidence against him.

  What a stupid fuckin’ prick.

  It’s not the law he has to answer to, but me and my club. He fuckin’ knew Kat was with us and he tried to shoot her when she was at our clubhouse. He’s crazy if he thinks for a second he’s gonna get a date with the law.

  Kat

  I go back to where Backfire and the guys are talking. Irish stands up and says, “I’m riding into town. Does anyone want anything?”

  “Actually, yes,” I respond, “If there’s anywhere that sells it without too much effort, a sketchbook and something to draw with. If not, don’t worry about it.” I reach into my pocket to get my wallet out and hand him some notes.

  “You have any preferences?”

  “Pastels and the biggest pad you can get that won’t need to fold up in the saddle bags, but honestly, whatever you can get will work.”

  Backfire gives me a smile. I guess he’s thinking that if I’m drawing, I’m feeling better. He’s not wrong.

  “And a bikini too,” he says to Irish. Irish skims his eyes over me, nods, and vanishes. I hide my face in my hands, knowing they all know enough about a woman’s body to know my size. Still, Backfire is right. The water does appeal to me and skinny-dipping does not.

  I join the guys at the table as Backfire fills me in about what the club has found out and about Fish. When he’s done, I sit and mull over what he’s said. I get why the guys are protecting me, and it’s because I’m Backfire’s girl. Some part of me wants to rail against this possessive attitude, but the other part of me revels in the feeling of security he brings.

  Crazy.

  Backfire

  Kat has been quiet since we told her what had been happening at home, but nowhere near as fuckin’ withdrawn from us as before. We’re sitting together at the table by the cabin, reading a couple of biker mags online, using Socks’ laptop. To be honest, we’re comparing them; The British mag versus the American mag. The American mag has naked women aplenty, while the British one has women posing in clothes. The British one features far more different bike makers than the US one does. There seems to be a difference in some bike styles too, especially with baggers, bikes with fairings and hard bags that are all part of one smooth look. They don’t appear to be the fashion in England.

  Strangely enough, the differences between them help me understand Kat better by being able to see what kind of lifestyle she’s used to.

  When Irish brings her the bikini, which is fuckin’ too skimpy in my opinion for my girl, she smiles wide and I follow her into the cabin to watch her change. I’ve pulled some boxers on for once so I can join her. I end up throwing her around in the water while she’s trying to pull my boxers off. It’s not a game I can return because there’s no way I want my brothers seeing anymore of her than they already are. The bikini even emphasizes her tattoos―the stark, black material bringing out the bright color of the gas tanks and bikes that skim her skin. She looks amazing, and she’s all mine.

  Kat

  After playing on the beach, we go back to the cabin, hit our room and take a shower together. We’re playful as we start washing each other but that soon gives way to a lot more than play.

  His kisses are soft as he starts caressing me all over. I love the way he doesn’t just give a cursory grope of my boobs, thinking that’s enough foreplay, but he touches me everywhere. He can play my body like it’s his own personal instrument. As we start to spin out of control, he reaches for a towel and carefully dries my body before he lays me out on the bed.

  I lie there quietly, watching him. The view of his perfect body is spectacular. He dries himself off while I watch him, making it into a bit of a show just for me. With a dark look in his eyes, he stares at my body, laid out bare before him, and he joins me on the bed. He maneuvers himself so that he’s on top of me while his heated gaze never leaves mine. As his body looms over mine, he asks me with such seriousness, “Who do you belong to?”

  Without even thinking about it, I say, “You―Only you.”

  “That’s exactly what I need to hear, babe,” and slowly he starts to rekindle the fire.

  He quietly tells me all the things he is going to do to me in detail, and how he’ll do it all very slowly. Fuck. That turns me on. He’s going to kiss me everywhere, then lick every inch of me, ending with my pussy.

  He goes on to say that after he spends time feasting between my open legs, he’ll make me come twice before he replaces his tongue with his cock as he begins to fuck me senseless. It sounds like a very good plan to me.

  I prepare myself for the pleasure I know without a doubt that he will give me, whilst forming my own plans to drive him crazy.

  I have to be a bit more subtle in my approach, but I have plans to make him beg me for more.

  If I can get in a good old-fashioned sixty-nine, that would surely do the job. Mind you, it might be hard to concentrate with so much going on at the same time, so much over-stimulation, but maybe if I just drop to my knees in front of him before he gets a chance to start, that’ll do the trick? What man turns down a blowjob? Certainly not mine, so I put my very subtle plan into action and by the hair pulling and moans of pleasure, he really seems to appreciate my efforts.

  Chapter 19

  I’m So Excited…

  Kat

  The following morning, Backfire is awake way before me. He has a cup of coffee in his hands as he comes to see me before I go down to breakfast. “Ace called. He wants us to stay here for at least another couple of days.”

  As I try to steal a sip of his coffee I reply, “What a disaster. I hope you told him how hard that’ll be.”

  “Get up,” he says, slapping me on my bum. “Get your own coffee, too.”

  “What’s going on, Backfire? Have I got more to worry about?”

  “Babe, I think you get that I’m your man and you’re my woman,” he starts. “Part of being my woman means the club will take care of you, so you don’t have to worry. They’re dealing with this shit.”

  I sort of knew this, but it’s difficult getting my head around it, but I’ve decided to be more accepting of it. Things had gotten way more scary than this girl can cope with on her own, so maybe it’s just as well. Before we left, one of the club girls had acted scornful toward me over the attention I was getting for being kidnapped and shot at. For her sake, it was a good thing that none of the guys had seen what went down, but Lori had and nearly ripped her to shreds. I was on a tight time schedule but I remember her ripping into the slut about not slagging someone off until you’d been through the same thing yourself.

  I grinned to myself about it as I got dressed. I just finished getting ready when Backfire came back, and this time with a box and a cup of coffee for me.

  “You’re not p
roperly dressed,” he said. I look at him a bit taken aback.

  “Hey, I’ve even got knickers and a bra on. How am I not dressed?”

  “You forgot this,” he says, throwing a leather waistcoat at me.

  I pick it up and turn it so that I can see the patches on the outside. BACKFIRE’S PROPERTY PATCH. It’s one thing in theory to decide that I want to give it a go, but you still could have knocked me down with a feather when he produced it. Apparently, Shades had carried it in his saddlebags for Backfire so I wouldn’t know he had it until he wanted me to. Theory and reality sometimes feel different, but I bite the bullet and go for it. I put the leather gilet on. He knows me well enough to have got me a style of leather that I really like and feel comfortable in, and I do like things that cover my bum. I suspect that Lori might have had something to do with his choice from the day we went shopping, but I’m not going to question his gesture. There is fire in his eyes as he watches me do a twirl in his colours.

  Even before I finish checking myself out in the mirror, he’s on me, grabbing at me and throwing me onto the bed. He strips me and then tells me to put the rag back on. This time there is no gentle; it is total possession and dominance. He must really like what he sees because he takes me from behind on all fours, spreading me wide―really going deep. I love it. This man can give it to me any way he wants, whenever he wants.

  Backfire

  Seeing my woman wearing nothing but my property rag is the absolute fuckin’ best. She’s sexy as fuck. In fact, I can’t think of anything sexier. I want her so badly at this moment I can’t hold back. When I eventually slow down, it becomes clear that I don’t fuckin’ need to. My woman is with me and riding my cock like she owns it, which she sure as fuck does.