Soul: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (New Devils MC Book 4)

by Jade Kuzma

  “Turn around.”

  He commanded me with a voice that I wasn’t able to refuse. I couldn’t help but smile as I turned around on the bed. My legs spread, I stuck my ass out and presented myself to him. Seeing Ezra climb on the bed behind me was a sight out of a dream. His body was so hard. Covering wonderful ink to accentuate his muscles. Not to mention how wet his cock was with my spit. I wanted to feel every inch of him. It was almost hard to believe he’d been hiding that behind his suit the entire time.

  He rubbed his tip against my pussy and made me shudder.

  “You just gonna tease me?” I said.

  “Maybe I will.”

  “Oh, God… Don’t tease me.”

  “Say please.”

  “I want your cock… Please…”

  He plunged his cock into me with one deep, forceful stroke.

  “Oh… Fuck!”

  I cried out loud enough for the entire clubhouse to hear even though the music was loud and the walls were thin. I didn’t care though. I wanted everybody to know that I was with Ezra. From here all the way to the city. I was desperate for his cock and I wasn’t afraid of hiding it.

  Ezra was as needy as I was. He grunted hard as he started rifling his cock in and out of me. Hard thrusts made my body shift to his rhythm. He slammed his dick into me, moving faster with every stroke. My tits swung underneath me. I gripped the sheets to try and brace myself from all of the pleasure beginning to surge through my body.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t get enough, a stinging slap made me squeal. The pain went away and all that remained was even more of the pleasure.

  “You like that?” he grunted.

  “Yeah, I like it.”

  Another hard smack echoed through the room and made me whimper. I became pathetic before him, melting in a pool of my desires as Ezra took complete control.

  Over and over, he slapped my ass until I was sure I was red. Both cheeks had taken a beating along with his cock continuing to ram in and out of me.

  I took it all though. Skin sweaty. Throat dry. Chest heaving. Heart racing. Muscles aching. Pussy sore. Nothing would stop me from enjoying the satisfaction.

  He tightened his grip on my hair and forced me to face the ceiling. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back as he whispered into my ear.

  “I want you so bad, Lacey. Anything you want… Anything you want… It’s yours…”

  I rolled my eyes back so that I could look back at him. It was hard to focus with how good his cock felt. His hard, sweaty muscles against my skin made it even worse. I reached my hands up and wrapped them around his neck.

  “You,” I whispered into his mouth, trying to search for his tongue with mine. “All I want is you…”

  “Anything, Lacey… Be mine…”

  “I’m yours… I’ll always be yours…”

  He started rifling his cock into me faster and faster. He reached down with his free hand and started rubbing my clit.

  There was no more fighting it. It was over. My orgasm was right there. Nothing would stop it from crashing into me.

  “Ezra… Oh…”

  My muscles started to tighten up. My legs clenched. The fire burned in my gut. I held my breath for just a moment before screaming.

  “Fuck!”

  I yelled as my climax hit me. My body jerked. Over and over. The pleasure pulsed through me. Ezra kept me in his grip while I came. I kept my eyes open as wide as they could, trying to look back at him while I came but it was no use. The orgasm he’d pulled out of me was too strong.

  I tightened around him and helped him reach his own end. A thick spurt of cum splashed against my insides. It was strong enough to shift me on the mattress. I was already soaking wet but more and more of his seed left me completely soaked. I milked him for everything he was worth before I felt him beginning to lose his strength.

  His grip loosened on my hair. His hand moved from my clit. I was grateful for the relief from all of the pleasure burning through me.

  I fell forward on the bed. I couldn’t move. He leaked out of me. The rest of me was drenched in sweat. My hair was a complete mess. My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath.

  I stayed in my spot with my ass in the air before slowly sinking down into the mattress.

  I rolled over on my stomach and Ezra moved next to me. Despite how sweaty both of us were, it wasn’t enough to stop us from enjoying this moment.

  My eyes closed on their own as I rested my head on his shoulder. Then the strangest thing happened.

  He grabbed my arm. I slowly peeked my eyes open to see him examining the tattoo I had. He leaned forward and kissed my skin softly then turned to me.

  “I promise you,” he said. “I’ll always be here for you. I’ll never allow anybody or anything to hurt you.”

  He moved closer to me and gave me a kiss that made me forget about anything I might’ve been thinking about.

  “I love you, Lacey.”

  My heart skipped a beat when he said it. I thought I was in some dream. Maybe I really did have too much to drink tonight.

  But when I looked into his eyes, I saw the same man I saw when I first met him. He meant it. I knew he did.

  “I love you.”

  I whispered the words and felt a weight lift from my shoulders.

  The music from inside of the clubhouse continued to pound through the walls. I laid in Ezra’s arms, my head resting on his chest. Nothing could stop me from enjoying the peace I felt at this moment.

  Chapter 28

  EZRA

  One week later…

  “What was he like?”

  Murphy had a quiet confidence about him. Not the kind of confidence that guys had when they were trying to talk to broads. Not the kind of confidence guys had when they were about to get into a fight. No, the old man wasn’t the type to brag about all of the shit he used to do. His confidence was something else. The kind of confidence you’d have knowing something that nobody else in the room knew.

  He leaned back in his seat with that same confidence. Despite all the wrinkles and blemishes, his hunched-over posture and the belly that he hid behind the jacket of his suit, there was a man who knew exactly who he was.

  “Corey was a bit of a jackass,” Murphy said. “Most people didn’t put up with his shit for good reason. The bastard was always getting on everybody’s nerves.”

  “Why was he in the MC?” I asked.

  “Because you need a guy like that in the club. An agitator. He was a jackass but he was our jackass.

  “Black was the president. Always took the lead and wasn’t afraid of anything. Never afraid of being on the front lines.

  “AP was the straight man. Loyal. Honest. Did everything he believed in and willing to put everything on the line for the club.

  “Then there was me, of course. I handled most of the business. That’s what treasurer’s do. I reckon you know a thing or two about money.”

  The old man finally looked at me and left the memories he’d lost himself in.

  “I know a thing or two,” I said with a nod. “But you still haven’t answered my question. My grandfather… It sounds like he didn’t matter.”

  “Harper mattered. Don’t ever question that. None of us would be who we are without our VP.”

  “But what was he like?”

  He thought about it for a second, shifting his gaze away from me like he was going back in time again. I guess when you were as old as him, shit like that tended to happen a lot.

  “There was an incident once,” I said. “I don’t know how we made it out. I remember thinking how crazy it was that we did it. It was me, Black, and Harper. I told Harper that we couldn’t have done it without him. Our president said the same thing. Said that Harper was the heart and soul of our MC.”

  He looked right at me. His eyes unblinking, Murph sighed a soft breath through his nose and gave me the subtlest little smile.

  “Damn, you just like your grandfather,” I said.


  “I hope that I can fill his shoes,” I said.

  “Don’t try to fill his shoes. Just be who you are. Harper was the soul of this club. I think you’ll be the same. Here…”

  He reached into his pocket then held his hand out to me.

  “What’s this?” I said.

  I looked down at the patch in his hand. The fabric was old, worn and dirty. But I could still make out the words.

  “Soul…”

  “It was your grandfather’s. It seems only right that you have it now.”

  “Wait… Why do you have this?”

  Murphy patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

  “It’s a long story,” he said. “Your grandfather was a Devil all those years ago. Now you’re a Devil. It took a long time to get here. But I’m glad you’re here.”

  “So am I.”

  I turned toward Sebastian. He walked toward me with Hunter, Aden and Roman right behind him.

  “Treasurer of the New Devils,” he said. “How does that sound?”

  Murphy gave me one last look of reassurance. There was no way I could turn this shit down.

  “It sounds like we’re gonna get some shit done,” I said.

  “You sure about this?” Hunter said. “Just because your grandpappy wore the patch doesn’t mean you have to.”

  “Ivory is my home. I don’t plan on leaving Old Town. It’s only right I do everything I can to watch over it.”

  “I feel the same way,” Aden said.

  “Welcome to the club, brother,” Roman said.

  The VP of the club walked up and wrapped his arms around me. The four men standing with me now were all different but I knew I could trust them. No matter what happened, I would stand by their side.

  “Look at that,” Murphy said. “An even five members. You’re starting to look like a real MC.”

  “Up from the ashes of Hades,” Sebastian said.

  “You’re all wearing the patch. Wear it with pride. Wear it with honor. And remember that loyalty is more important than anything. Look around at each other. You’ve all been to the bottom. Nobody cared about you bastards… Nobody believed in you… You were all in darkness but you still managed to claw your way back up… All of the blood, sweat and tears…”

  Everybody in the club started looking around at one another while Murphy spoke.

  “…Being a Devil was never about having a fancy ride. It was never about beating people up or being an outlaw. One-percenters get caught up in trying to prove how tough they are. They forget what it’s all about.”

  “And what’s it all about?” Roman asked.

  “A brotherhood. You gotta watch each other’s backs now.”

  The old man straightened up as best as he could. I’d gotten used to seeing him in the expensive-looking suits that he wore. Now I realized that they were just a mask for what he really was. He was one of Ivory’s original outlaws.

  “Black. Harper. Woods. AP. The first five would be proud.”

  “I bet they would,” Hunter said. “I bet you we could take ‘em.”

  “Don’t get carried away now,” Murphy responded.

  Murphy slowly started walking to the back of the clubhouse before disappearing through one of the backrooms.

  “Meeting tomorrow,” Sebastian said. “Stitch that patch on your kutte and come in early.”

  “You got it,” I said.

  He patted me on the back. The rest of the MC dispersed among the clubhouse to celebrate my getting patched in. Even though everybody was in a good mood, it was a quiet night at Hades.

  I walked over to the side of the clubhouse and stared at the small photo on the wall. I’d only gotten a second by myself before I was interrupted.

  “What are you looking at?”

  Lacey suddenly appeared next to me, a happy grin on her face like it always was.

  “This,” I said, pointing at the framed photo. “These are the original Devils.”

  “The West Devils of Ivory,” Lacey said. “It looks like so long ago.”

  “It was. But things haven’t changed. They still had the same values we do.”

  “I’m guessing he’s your grandfather.”

  She ran her index finger over one of the men.

  “You look just like him,” she said.

  “People always told me that I looked more like my mother.”

  “Well, that’s good because you are so damn sexy…”

  She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. I leaned forward, kissing her softly on the lips.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked. “Being an old lady isn’t easy. If you want me to take the kutte off—”

  “If being an old lady was easy, I wouldn’t want to be one. This…”

  She took a step back and ran her fingers over my vest.

  “…This is who you are. This is who you always were. Not some guy in a fancy suit trying to make underhanded deals. You’re your grandfather’s grandson. I can’t ask you to change who you are. That’s who I want to be with.”

  Another kiss removed any doubts I might’ve had about patching in. With the club getting my back and Lacey by my side, business in Ivory was finally settled.

  I put my arms around her and looked out into the clubhouse.

  “You know, it’s funny,” I said. “I hadn’t been here until just a few days ago. But as soon as I stepped in, it all felt so familiar. It already feels like home.”

  “Home… That sounds nice.”

  Lacey reached down and intertwined her fingers in mine. I looked down and saw the tattoo on her arm. I thought about all the shit she’d been through. We’d both been through a lot to finally get to this point.

  I squeezed my hand tight, enjoying her gentle touch.

  I was never gonna let her go.

  Chapter 29

  LACEY

  One month later…

  In the city, you never paid too much attention to the weather. It rained. It snowed. It was sunny. It never mattered though because most time was spent indoors with the comforts of air-conditioning.

  I thought I could get used to Ivory after spending a few days here. Dealing with the warmth out here in this town made me forget about how grateful I should’ve been for all the niceties of the big city.

  I sighed a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my forehead. Despite how hot I was, it wasn’t gonna stop me from working.

  I swept the floor and washed the dust and dirt slowly reveal the ground underneath it. Hours of hard work were starting to pay off.

  “What are you doing?”

  I ignored the voice and kept working.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  “Lacey…”

  I sighed because I knew he wouldn’t go away. I looked up and saw the smile on his face. Even as rugged and intimidating as he was now that he was a member of the Devils MC, Ezra was still just a man I knew cared about me.

  “You keep sweeping any longer and you’re gonna pass out,” he said.

  “I can handle the heat.”

  “Heat in a kitchen is different. The sun’s a different kind of beast.”

  “You know, it’d be nice if we got a little air conditioning in the place…”

  “I’m working on it. Sebastian knows a guy who’ll hook us up with a good deal. Turns out there’s more red tape to get through before the restaurant opens up.”

  He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. That’s when I noticed how much I was sweating through my shirt. That wasn’t enough to stop him from planting a deep kiss on me like he always did. Our lips smacked and echoed through the empty building.

  I sighed as I pulled away from him. The place was completely barren but I could still picture what it would look like when everything was finally all put together.

  “Take a break,” he said.

  “If you insist…”

  He took my hand in his. Holding hands with Ezra made me feel like a teenager. I suddenly turned into a
schoolgirl who was dating the guy she had a crush on. But I knew that our relationship was more than just puppy love. It was something deeper. I was reminded it of it every single time I looked into his eyes.

  I walked with Ezra out to the front of the building. Old Town was as barren as it always was. Empty buildings with streets that didn’t get much traffic. In the distance, Hades Pub was the only place that showed any signs of life.

  Ezra and I sat outside in the shade and enjoyed the warmth of Ivory together.

  “By the time we open, it won’t be as hot as this,” he said. “That’s something for you to think about.”

  “What’s there to think about?”

  “The menu. You don’t wanna sell something cold when winter comes around. Something warm. Soup maybe. Hot chocolate and coffee specials.”

  “Hey. You’re talking to someone who has a little bit of experience working in a kitchen.”

  “I know, I know,” he said with a chuckle. “Just making sure you were paying attention.”

  Seeing Ezra smile seemed unreal. It was hard to think after everything we’d been through in such a little amount of time that we were still together.

  “Was it as hot as this?” I asked. “When you were growing up on the farms.”

  “I was used to the weather. Working out in the fields was just something you did and didn’t think too much about.”

  “If they could see you now, what you’re doing. I’m sure they’re proud of you.”

  “I’m sure they are… Maybe I’ll pay them a visit…”

  “It’d be nice if I could come with you.”

  His eyes widened in surprise.

  “Lacey, you wouldn’t have to—”

  “It’s all right. I want to. Besides, I think it’s only appropriate… I…”

  Now is as good a time as any…

  I looked away from him. The words were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t get them out.

  “Lacey? What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” I said with a laugh. “I just…”

  Seeing the concern on his face was cute. There was a part of me that wondered how he would take what I was about to tell him. But I knew any doubts I had were silly.