Biker's Claim: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Contains bonus book Cocked!)

by Hamel, B. B.

  But soon, as the wizard began to trust the prince more and more, the prince was forced to do things he didn’t want to do. He killed people and he hurt people. Some of those people were innocent victims, and some were bad men. The wizard didn’t care. All he wanted was to make more and more gold.

  And so the prince was forced to go inside himself. He was trapped between the wizard and the government, stuck doing bad things for bad men for supposedly good reasons.

  Bit by bit and day by day, parts of the prince died off. In place of those parts, new parts grew, but they were harder parts. The prince grew a shell around him, a thick armored shell nothing could get through.

  The prince couldn’t feel the bad things anymore. He stopped caring who was killed and who wasn’t. All he wanted to do was get through the next day and the next. The shell kept him safe from all the horrible things on the outside.

  He needed that shell. He was good at what he did, but the things he did were sometimes bad. The prince hated himself for that.

  Then, one day, things changed. Something happened and the wizard found out about the evil government and the prince working for them. The prince ran away, back toward his kingdom.

  But the shell stayed in place. The prince couldn’t just get rid of it in a single day.

  Back in his kingdom, the prince tried to warn his royal family. He took them away, far far away, to keep them safe from the wizard.

  And one day, while running from that wizard, the prince’s shell began to crack.

  It was all because of the princess. She was beautiful and smart and funny and strong, and she always wore a lovely lace dress.

  Day by day, bit by bit, his shell cracked, until the prince was able to breathe again.

  He didn’t realize it, but that shell was slowly choking him. He was going to die alone inside it. He was ready to die. In fact, part of him wanted to die for all of the bad things he had done. But before he could die, the princess broke that shell and he didn’t want to die anymore. He wanted to live and be with the princess.

  And so the prince and the princess lived together far far away from the wizard, happily ever after. The end.

  We pulled off the main road and began to wind our way along dirt and rocky roads through thick wilderness. Not long after I finished my stories, we slowly pulled up a steep drive and stopped in front of a small, squat cabin.

  “We’re here,” Jared said.

  “What’s this?”

  “Old safe house.”

  “What do you mean, old?”

  “We haven’t been operating around here for a while.” He shrugged. “Not sure what it’s used for now.”

  “We should check it out, make sure it’s safe.”

  “I’ll go. You stay with the girl.” He climbed out of the Jeep, gun in hand, without another word.

  I watched him slip around the side of the building, barely more than a shadow. The way he moved was impressive, silent and stealthy.

  Jared seemed to be who he said he was, though I wasn’t sure I trusted him just yet. Still, I couldn’t help but remember how I was kneeling down, ready to die, gun pressed up against my head, when he had come out of nowhere, killed Mikhail and Tomas with two quick shots, and helped me to my feet.

  I had thought I was dead. But Jared saved me. He came out of nowhere, like a ghost.

  “Who is he?” Lacey mumbled.

  “A good guy. I think.”

  Her eyes looked clearer than they did earlier. “But who is he?”

  “He says he’s a member of the people that were handling me back in Mexico.”

  “So he’s CIA.”

  “He won’t say.”

  She paused for a second, blinking. “I have an awful headache still, but I feel a lot better.”

  “Good.”

  “I thought you were dead.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around me.

  “I’m sorry. I thought I was too.” I hugged her tight against me, savoring her smell.

  “Don’t do that again. I told you not to sacrifice yourself.” She pulled back and gave me a fierce, angry look.

  “You know I’m a bad listener,” I said, grinning.

  “Stubborn, too.”

  “And an asshole.”

  She nodded. “Definitely an asshole.”

  I kissed her then, hard, and she kissed me back, pulling my face tight against hers. It felt right, like I was coming home, and it lasted a long time.

  Until a knock at the window startled me. We both looked up sheepishly at Jared, who motioned for us to come out.

  “Aren’t you two siblings?” he asked, making a face.

  “Stepsiblings,” Lacey said.

  “Got a problem?” I asked.

  “Nope. Place is clear. Let’s go inside.”

  We followed him, holding hands. For some reason, I didn’t want to let go again. I knew we were safe, but I didn’t want to risk it, which was crazy. I’d never felt so madly fucked up over a girl before, but there she was: Lacey, perfect Lacey.

  Inside, the cabin was small and dusty. It obviously hadn’t been used in a long time. It was simply furnished, with a kitchen to the left, six cots along the right wall, and a simple table in the center of the large open room. Another door probably led to the bathroom.

  “Home sweet home,” Jared said and sat down on a cot.

  I sat at the table. “Time to talk, Jared.”

  “Yeah. I figured.” He looked away and grunted.

  “Time to tell me who you really are.”

  “Like I said, I can’t.”

  “You expect me to keep doing your shit if you can’t tell me who you are?”

  “Already took a risk saving your miserable life.”

  “You’re the assholes who put him in danger to begin with,” Lacey cut in.

  “Girl has a point,” he said.

  “How did you find us?”

  “I’m a spook, Camden. Finding people is what we do.”

  “Spook?”

  “You know what I mean. Secret agent, I guess. Special ops. The dark and grisly shit our bosses don’t want to admit actually exists.”

  “So there’s no actual guy named Spook?”

  He laughed. “No, there’s not. But I guess you could say I was Spook all along.”

  I stared at him for a second. “You’re the boss, then.”

  “Team leader, but yeah. I’ve been running you this whole time.”

  “Jesus fuck,” I said. “Where have you been?”

  He sat up and looked at me. “You did a damn good job when you ran, Camden. Impressive stuff, honestly. We had a tough time tracking you.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Here I am.”

  “What’s going on?” Lacey asked, annoyed. “You just show up? What about our parents?”

  “One thing at a time,” he said. “First, I’m here to help. Although Camden has a low opinion of me and my people, we’re not the type of agency to leave anyone in the lurch.” I snorted and shook my head at that. “Second,” he continued, “your parents are the next top priority.”

  “Okay then. So where’s the rest of the team?”

  “They’re not coming.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “We aren’t supposed to operate on American soil. I’m running this off the books.”

  “You’re the cavalry?”

  “I’m the cavalry. But I know where your parents are.”

  “Where?” Lacey said, eager.

  “Not far from here, actually.” He looked back at me. “They’re with Trip. And I’m pretty sure Castillo is there, too.”

  I let that sink in for a second. Trip and Castillo in the same place was a pretty big deal. Trip was the guy I wanted to get my hands on the most in this world, and Castillo was the guy Jared most wanted. It looked like our stars were aligning.

  “I want that bastard,” I said softly.

  “I know you do. I can’t blame you.” He lay back down and covered his eyes. “But we
need Castillo alive.”

  “What about Trip?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you do with that sewer rat.”

  I smiled. “Is that official American policy?”

  “Son,” Jared said tiredly, “none of this is official policy. I don’t even exist. Now let’s get some rest. We’ll plan more in the morning.” He rolled over onto his side and seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.

  I looked at Lacey and she shrugged.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her softly.

  “Yeah. I think so.”

  “That guy back there—”

  “I don’t want to talk about that.”

  “Okay. But I promise, you’ll never be in that position again.” I felt a white-hot fury deep in my chest thinking about what I had walked in on when I saved Lacey. Brent, that sick fuck, his cock out, Lacey’s pants off. The piece of shit would have raped her if I hadn’t blown his skull off.

  “I’m just happy you’re alive.”

  I took her hand. “Now we need to get our parents back.” I paused and squeezed. “And I need to murder Trip.”

  “You don’t need to do anything,” she said.

  “What?”

  “We can let Jared handle it. He seems capable.”

  “I’m not sitting this out, Lacey.”

  “I almost lost you once,” she said fiercely. “Let Jared handle it.”

  “No,” I said, leaning back, releasing her hand. “I’m seeing this through.”

  “Then I am too.”

  “Not an option.”

  “Yes, an option. If you go, then I go.”

  “It’s too dangerous, Lacey. You saw what happened last time.”

  “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you.”

  I sighed, shaking my head. She could be so stubborn sometimes. I knew she was tough, but I had no clue how tough she really could be. If I were her, I’d probably want to take a little break from messing with violent gangsters. Instead, she was ready to go riding off to fight some cartel guys.

  “You’re amazing,” I said softly. “But I can handle myself. You can’t.”

  She stood up and smiled at me. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

  “Lacey—”

  She gave me a small kiss on the mouth as she walked by and lay down on a cot. I half turned toward her and watched as she crawled under the blankets.

  I shook my head softly and snapped off the light. I walked over to the refrigerator, frowning at its empty cavity. I walked back to the chair and sat down heavily, sighing.

  It was late, and we were safe, but I couldn’t take any chances. I resolved myself to staying up and keeping watch.

  I leaned back in my chair, thinking about what the next day would bring.

  Trip was a dead man. And I’d finally see Castillo taken down for all the fucked-up shit he did.

  Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

  17

  Lacey

  I slowly came to wrapped in blankets on an uncomfortable cot. Snoring a few spots away from me was Jared, looking like he hadn’t moved an inch since he went to sleep the night before.

  I sat up slowly. My head wasn’t aching anymore, but I was still a little disoriented. My body hurt in a bunch of other places, but a good night’s sleep seemed to have done me a world of good.

  For a second, I panicked. I couldn’t see Camden anywhere, and I couldn’t remember if he had gone to bed or not. I got to my feet slowly and checked in the bathroom. It was empty, so I quickly and quietly moved outside, pulling open the front door.

  Sitting in a simple chair and leaning up against the cabin’s wall was Camden. He was fast asleep, snoring softly, and it looked like he had tried to keep watch but had failed miserably.

  Good, I thought. He needed sleep as much as we did.

  That was typical Camden, trying to sacrifice himself for the good of the group.

  I walked over to him and gently wrapped my arms around him. He woke with a slight start.

  “Lace?” he grumbled. “Is everything okay?”

  “It’s fine,” I said, sitting down in his lap. I felt something hard pressing against my lap and grinned at him. “Morning wood?”

  “Like a fucking bitch,” he muttered.

  I kissed him softly. “Good morning.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “Good morning. Nice way to wake up.”

  I kissed his neck. “Complaining?”

  “Never. Love having a pretty girl in my lap.”

  “Who could blame you?”

  He kissed me back. “We should talk about today.”

  “I don’t feel like talking.”

  “Look at you. What do you feel like doing?”

  I shifted my weight slightly, grinding down against his hard cock. “You know.”

  “I do?”

  “Come on. You know.”

  He grinned at me, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m not so sure.” He stopped and pulled it slightly. “Why don’t you tell me?”

  “Camden,” I gasped.

  He kissed my neck. “Today is going to be dangerous, Lace.”

  “I don’t care.”

  I loved the delicious trace of his lips against my skin, the hardness of his body. I never thought I was going to get to experience him again, and I didn’t want to waste a single second. Jared may have been just inside, but I needed Camden.

  Who knew what today would bring? Our lives were completely up in the air, ever since we’d started running. I’d wasted too many hours with him already.

  “I don’t want to waste another second,” I whispered.

  He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me fiercely. I pressed my palms against the cabin’s wall as his hands took my hips, firmly grinding them down against his dick.

  “So you want me to fuck you?” he asked after a second.

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Only if you promise me something.”

  His fingers deftly unbuttoned my pants and slipped down beneath my panties. I was soaking wet, and lightning rocketed through my body as his hands found my clit.

  “Anything,” I gasped.

  “Fuck me like it’s our last day alive.” He began to rub me in soft, agonizing circles. “Fuck me like you’ll never see me again.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck softly. “Because you might not.”

  I grabbed his hair, shoving my mouth against his, my whole body arching up against his as he continued to work my clit. I rocked my hips, grinding myself against him. Excitement flew through me, and the only thing I could think about was this moment.

  “Whatever you want,” I groaned.

  “I want you,” he said, punctuating each word with another slight slip of his fingers on my clit, “to fuck me like today is the last day of our lives.”

  I gasped and pushed back, moving up off him. I pulled my shirt up off my head and he watched me eagerly, smiling this heart-melting smile. I unhooked my bra and slipped it off while he pulled his own shirt off, tossing it aside and revealing his finely-sculpted chest and stomach.

  I wanted to bite each individual muscle, but he was already up and pushing me back against the wall. His hands grabbed my breasts, working my stiff nipples while his mouth found mine again. After half a minute, I felt him tug my pants and panties down, letting cold mountain air hit my clit.

  He pulled back. “I want to fuck you right here.”

  “Only if you’re quiet.”

  He laughed. “Let’s see who needs to be quiet.”

  He dropped to his knees and pressed his face between my legs. I nearly let out a loud moan but bit my tongue instead. He began to lap at my pussy like he was a starving man, working my clit with his tongue and his teeth, and I couldn’t do anything but grab his hair and hold on.

  My breasts shook, shivers of pleasure running through my spine as he worked me. His hands grabbed my ass tight and pressed my pussy harder against his tongue, the warm wetness of his practiced mouth running circl
es around my body. I wanted him badly but couldn’t move, could only stand with my back pressed against the rough wood while Camden’s mouth worked my clit. He was in control and we both knew it.

  “Fuck, Camden,” I moaned.

  He looked up at me, grinning. “Having trouble keeping quiet?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He stood up, pressing his mouth against mine. I fumbled at his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. I felt his cock hard in my hand, huge and stiff. I began to stroke him and he grunted in response.

  “This what you been dreaming about?” he asked as his fingers found my spot again.

  “Every day,” I said.

  “I’ve been dreaming, too. I’ve been dreaming about plunging my big dick into your little pussy over and over again. I’ve been dreaming about making you come, screaming.”

  “Sounds like a good dream.”

  “I want to do so much more. I want to come in that pretty mouth. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to get you off again and again until you can barely stand, let alone think.”

  “I want you,” I groaned.

  He reached down and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom.

  I put my hand over his and shook my head. He raised an eyebrow.

  “Like it’s our last day on earth,” I said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. I want to really feel you.” I paused, biting my lip. I’d never done anything like this before, but it was a serious possibility that we were both going to die in the next few hours. And plus, I knew that I loved him, knew that there wasn’t anyone but him. “I trust you,” I said, and knew it was true.

  He nodded, something coming over him, and dropped the condom onto the ground. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, spreading my legs open. I put my hands against the wall as he slowly teased my entrance with his cock.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered deliciously into my ear.

  “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

  His cock slid deep inside me, skin on skin. I gasped and tossed my head back.

  It filled every inch. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet as he began to rock back and forth, sliding himself in and out of my soaked-through pussy. He grabbed my tits and started to move faster.