Lawless_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Stone Devils MC

by Nina Park

  Suddenly, Falyn’s hands were on my jeans. She used two fingers to pop the button free and then pulled the zipper down. My cock jumped at her nearness.

  “It’s time to even the score, don’t you think?” she asked, gesturing to her naked body in comparison to my fully clothed one.

  I laughed and slipped out of my leather jacket, tossing it in the corner.

  It was then that I finally took stock of the room around us. I’d been so distracted with Falyn that I hadn’t paid attention to the lumpy mattress in the corner or the boarded over window above it. The floors and walls were concrete, except the back wall which was the same brick as the exterior of the building. The room was the picture of captivity. There was no warmth, no sense of comfortability. It was a room where men came to get their dicks wet and then leave. I hated that I was touching Falyn in this place.

  Her fingers touched the skin just above my jeans, recapturing my full attention. She spread her palms out across my stomach, running them upwards towards my pecs. Her touch sent electric charges through my body, and I shivered with the intensity of it.

  “Sorry, my hands are probably cold,” she said, beginning to pull them away.

  I grabbed hold of her hands through the thin fabric of my T-shirt and shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

  Falyn smiled and helped me take my shirt off, pulling it over my head and throwing it in the pile with my jacket.

  “How far are we going?” she asked.

  Suddenly, she looked incredibly young to me. Her soft, round face. Her large eyes. She looked like an innocent girl who needed to be protected. Then, her hand reached down to cup my length over my jeans.

  All efforts at self-control fell by the wayside at her touch. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. I laid her down, feet still on the floor, and placed a hand on each of her knees.

  “Cade?” Her eyebrows were pulled together, but she stayed in the position I’d put her, showing she already trusted me more than she had when I’d first entered.

  “Trust me,” I whispered as I knelt in front of her, running my hands up her velvety thighs, getting closer and closer to her center with each pass.

  Her breasts heaved with every breath, and when I finally found her most sensitive area and ran my thumb over it in small circles, her chest went wild. She wouldn’t breathe for several seconds and then would exhale so often I was afraid she would hyperventilate. Watching her body react to me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  With one hand, I continued circling her. With the other, I slid a finger along her length, up and down and up, until finally, I pressed into her.

  She gasped and arched her back, sliding even further onto my finger. Her body clenched around me, and I inserted a second, pulling completely out and then back inside.

  “Cade,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut.

  I moved the hand not inside of her to her lower abdomen, pressing it down to give me more leverage as I pushed inside of her.

  “Trust me,” I repeated.

  She nodded several times as she bit the side of her lip and bucked her hips against my hand.

  With each thrust, she fell apart a bit more. Her whimpers turned to full-blown moans. And when I added the third finger, she screamed as she bit down on her own palm. She was taut like a wire, and I knew even the lightest pressure would make her snap. I pressed into her with three fingers one more time and then hooked my thumb up to rub a circle around her.

  She shattered.

  Her muscles tightened as the orgasm worked through her. I felt her clenching and unclenching around my finger, her entire body grabbing hold of me, begging me to stay inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and arched her back. I saw her stomach flexing and her mouth working itself into the shape of a scream, but no sound would come out.

  I continued pushing in and out of her as she came, wanting to savor every last sensation, to give her every drop of pleasure I could manage. When her body finally settled back into the bed, she looked like a rag doll. Her body sagged into the lumpy mattress, and a smile was pulled across her lips. She looked up at me and then closed her eyes and laughed.

  “That’s the second time you’ve made me come,” she said.

  I patted myself on the shoulder and winked at her.

  She lifted herself to sitting and stretched her arms above her head. “Now,” she said, placing her hands on my shoulders, “it’s your turn.”

  Before I could say anything, she was pulling me to standing and pushing me on the bed where she had just been laying. The thin blanket was warm from her body. Falyn prodded for me to lift my hips while she pulled my jeans and briefs down my legs. My dick popped free, showing her how much I wanted her.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of me, but she didn’t say anything. Other women had told me I was large, but I never knew whether they were just trying to flatter me. Now, I suspected they’d been telling the truth.

  Falyn wasted no time. Her fingers moved up my thighs and then wrapped around my length, one hand at the base, the other near the tip. Then, she twisted gently, moving her hands closer together as she did.

  Immediately, my mouth fell open, and my head lolled back on the bed. All the blood in my body seemed to be rushing towards my lower half. She stroked me several more times, somehow making me harder with each pass. Then, her hands were gone, but before I could complain, I felt the warmth of her breath on my tip. And then, I was inside of her mouth.

  She suctioned her lips around me and took me in a little bit at a time, pulling back to the tip and diving back down a little further the next time. It was a slow, sensual process. I reached down and wrapped my fingers in her dark hair.

  Falyn nestled closer between my legs as she took my entire length in her mouth. I felt the back of her throat. I felt her nose against my lower abdomen. It was the most incredible sensation. She sucked hard as she slid me out of her mouth and then plunged back down again. I groaned and bucked into her slightly.

  She pulled back, lips pressed around my tip, and waited. I understood immediately what she wanted. I lifted my hips and thrust into her mouth. She took me without batting an eyelash. I let my hips drop back to the bed for only a second before thrusting up again. Over and over again, I pushed myself into her willing mouth, feeling my body move closer and closer to the edge.

  Just as I began to lose it, Falyn pushed me back down on the bed and took control. She licked me from top to bottom and ran her tongue around my tip. I groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair, which seemed to be all the forewarning she needed. Falyn sealed her lips around me and sucked as the dam inside of me finally released.

  Pleasure pulsed from my center, radiating down my limbs, making my head swim. My body came in a rhythmic pattern, like waves lapping against the shore, and Falyn was there for each one, slurping and sucking.

  When I finally finished, she licked me one final time and then fell back on the floor, breathing hard.

  “Holy shit,” I moaned, feeling entirely incapable of moving.

  She laughed, and I laid on the bed for a few more minutes, trying to piece back together my rational mind. When I sat up, though, Falyn’s smile was gone. Her eyes were large and glassy, filled with unshed tears.

  “You have to leave now,” she said, her voice thick.

  I slid my jeans back on and then knelt in front of her, stroking her cheek. “I’ll be back for you.”

  “When?”

  I didn’t want to lie to her. I wasn’t sure how negotiations would go – whether I’d be able to convince Guts to take Marco’s offer.

  “As soon as I can,” I replied, honestly.

  She put her dress back on and sat on the edge of the bed. I looked at her one last time before slipping through the door and back into the lobby.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cade

  “Ten thousand? Is he trying to insult me or is he really that stupid?” Guts laughed, though it was
clear he didn’t find Marco’s offer for the guns particularly funny. “I won’t do business with someone who doesn’t even know the fair price of a gun.”

  I knew Guts wouldn’t accept the offer, but I hadn’t expected him to try and back out of the deal altogether. If he pulled out, I lost all hope of saving Falyn.

  “We are going to meet up again to renegotiate. He was busy today and had to cut the meeting short,” I said. “Ten thousand is not his final offer.”

  Guts raised an eyebrow. “He cut the meeting short? But you were there for over an hour.”

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d blushed, but the warmth in my cheeks told me I was doing it now.

  Guts must have noticed because his eyes widened and then he threw his head back and laughed. “Did you get fucked?”

  What Falyn and I did felt so much more special than that. It was a connection, the beginnings of some kind of relationship. I couldn’t say any of that to Guts though. Not if I wanted him to ever respect me again.

  “No,” I replied. Because, technically, Falyn and I did not have sex. “I did meet up with one of the girls though.”

  Guts, still smiling, leaned back on the plaid couch in the corner of his office, his arm thrown over the back, and gestured for me to explain.

  “Well, you wanted me to find out what he was doing with the girls, so I did.”

  “And?”

  “And it was exactly what we thought. He is buying the girls cheap from these sleazy auctions and then using them as sex slaves to keep his business associates happy. He’s using them as a business perk. Some companies give away beer cozies and free pens. Marco gives away women.”

  “That’s disgusting,” Guts said, grimacing. “I’ve seen some people in this world do some sick shit for money, but this is the lowest. Marco’s no better than a common pimp. In fact, he might be worse. What scum.”

  “It’s horrible. The girls are in rough shape. All except for one. The girl I saw him buy last night.”

  “I can’t wait until the Stone Devils are out of this game and out of all illicit business. I will be glad if I never have to work with someone like Marco Santorelli again.”

  “I agree. I don’t want to work with him any more than you do, but I have to help her,” I said, the words coming out in a rush.

  Guts refocused on me, his head tilted to the side. “Her? The girl from the auction?”

  I nodded.

  “Is this the same girl you were with this morning?” he asked, slightly more amused than a few seconds before.

  I rolled my eyes and nodded.

  “Was the sex really that good?” He laughed.

  “We didn’t have sex,” I repeated, even though it felt only half-true. Our time together had been incredible. I could have stayed in that miserable room with her forever, naked and happy. “She doesn’t belong there, Guts. She’s a good girl.”

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but no good girl gets herself wrapped up with someone like Marco. Whatever she was doing to end up at that auction, it wasn’t volunteering at her local animal shelter and helping old ladies cross the street. She had to be up to something shady to end up there.”

  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” I said, my voice sharper than it had ever been before while talking to Guts. “But we aren’t exactly good Samaritans, either. We are looking for buyers for scrubbed guns. Sure, you want to go legit now, but what about all those years of crime?”

  Guts held up his hands. “Hey, sorry man. I didn’t realize you were so into this chick.”

  “I want to make her part of the deal,” I said, feeling suddenly bold.

  “Part of my deal?”

  I nodded. “You just want these guns gone, right? We aren’t trying to turn a profit on them.”

  “Right, but I also don’t want to give them away. I want to at least get my money back.”

  “I’ll get you what you paid for them, but I’m going to bargain with Marco and make Falyn part of the price.”

  I’d spent so long ingratiating myself to Marco, proving to him that he could trust me. Granted, Guts was one of the most lenient bosses around, but it still felt like a risk to take charge of the gun deal and make my own demands. I knew there was a chance I was risking not only Falyn’s life but my own position.

  Guts seemed mildly annoyed, but he hid it behind an eye roll. “You do what you want with the girl, but if Marco actually agrees to this crazy plan, the girl is your cut. You forfeit your percentage of the money to me and take the girl. Fair?”

  I nodded. “Yes, absolutely. Thanks, Guts.”

  I was halfway out the door when Guts shrugged. “Sure, no problem. If you’d rather have a busted broad than a wad of cash, that is your business.”

  I met with Marco again two days later. We spent the better part of an hour talking about mundane things – weather, club gossip, a new restaurant that had opened up across town. I wanted to hurry up and get to the point, but I also knew this was part of Marco’s negotiating techniques.

  He wanted me to think we were friends so I would accept his lowball offer. I wasn’t falling for it though. Once again, he cut our meeting short immediately after I refused his offer of twelve thousand. I tried to counter, but he apologized and rushed out, claiming he had another meeting.

  “Have a good time with one of the girls,” he said as casually as he would offer me a stick of gum.

  He still didn’t realize that I had special feelings towards Falyn, and I didn’t want him to know. I wanted to save that card until the very end, once Marco agreed to a price.

  The moment the door closed behind me, Falyn’s arms were around my neck.

  “You came back,” she said as if she couldn’t believe it.

  “I told you I would.”

  She nodded and bit her lip. It was obvious she had doubted me. I couldn’t blame her. The truth was that we still barely knew one another.

  “How’s it going?” she asked. “Have you made a deal yet?”

  I felt confident Marco and I would come to some agreement, but I also didn’t want to get Falyn’s hopes up. The dark circles under her eyes were more prominent. Even though it had only been a few days, she looked thinner.

  “We are getting closer,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “How are you holding up?”

  “I’m fine,” she said, lifting her chin.

  I could tell it was a lie, but I had no idea how difficult it must be for her to get through every day. If she needed to lie to herself to keep the dam of pain from bursting, I would not be the person to remove her finger from the hole.

  I asked how Marco treats her, what she fills her days with, but Falyn kept her answers vague and tried to change the subject. That scared me. I knew it was a possibility she had to be with other men in the times I was away, but I tried not to think about it. If I did, I was afraid I’d strangle Marco the next time I saw him.

  While that occasionally seemed like a good option to free Falyn, the reality was that I would be dead within seconds of ending Marco’s life. He had too many bodyguards for me to elude them all and save Falyn. I’d already thought about it extensively.

  Instead, Falyn wanted to talk more about her life outside of captivity. She came alive when she talked about her mother, who was a hopeless busybody and an arts and crafts genie.

  “She can take a pile of popsicle sticks and some pipe cleaners and turn it into the most magical princess crown a little girl ever saw,” Falyn said, smiling at the memory. “Our relationship was best when I was a little kid. As I got older, things became more complicated.”

  “Did you rebel?” I teased, bumping her shoulder while we sat cross-legged on the bed.

  She’d been given a change of clothes at some point since I’d seen her last, and the low-cut shirt hung off her shoulder slightly. Her pants were in a pile on the floor next to mine. Still wary of being watched by Marco or his minions, we fooled around below the belt as soon as we got into the room.

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bsp; And once again, despite the circumstances, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted it. My body ached for her in a way I had never experienced before. As soon as we finished, I was ready to go again. However, I didn’t want Falyn to think I was another man who only cared about her body. I wanted her to trust me.

  She shrugged, the hem of her shirt pulling up slightly to reveal a tanned stripe of skin just above her panties. “No more than any other kid.”