The Hellfire Riders: Saxon & Jenny

by Kati Wilde

  The movement seems to remind our watchers. “You’re touching her, Saxon,” Gunner says.

  He lets me go, but he’s still all around me. I’m leaning back against him and Lily’s in front of me…and she’s going to be his touch. It’s still just him and me.

  I close my eyes.

  “Her neck,” Saxon says and his voice is rough. “Just beneath her ear.”

  Warmth in front of me. A breath against my skin.

  “Right there. Suck on that spot a little, then give it a little bite. She likes that.”

  God, so much. A shiver races over my skin as I feel the nip of teeth, then the soothing caress of a warm tongue.

  “Are her nipples hard?”

  Fingers slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders. Cool air sweeps over my bared skin.

  “Not yet, boss.”

  “She’s not real sensitive there at first. You got to suck hard. Make them red as berries. And as soon as they’re all roughed up you can go gentle and she’ll be squirming all over with every lick. Oh, fuck.”

  He groans the curse as a warm mouth latches onto the tip of my breast. A shuddering breath escapes me, then my back arches when she sucks my nipple to a burning point. When he does this, Saxon just sucks hard, but she goes after my nipple again and again, suckling and releasing each time with a gentle scrape of her teeth. Then her fingers pinch the turgid flesh and she turns her attentions to my left breast, flicking her thumb in time with each rough bout of suction.

  “Jesus, that’s beautiful.” Saxon’s body is like iron beneath me. “Like little cherries. When my cock’s in her she clamps right down the second I start sucking on them. She wet yet?”

  Warm fingers slip over my heated flesh in a delicate tease. I moan low in my throat, my hips rocking forward.

  “Not wet enough.”

  “You play with her clit, then. Move that damn skirt out of the way.”

  My dress is shoved up over my hips, bunching around my waist. My thighs tremble with anticipation as her hand slides back between my legs.

  “Rub that little clit. Fuck, yeah. You like that, princess?”

  I’m gasping, my hips jerking against the maddening touch. “Yes,” I say breathlessly, then cry out when Lily begins sucking hard on my nipple again, her fingers sliding over my clit, gently tugging my delicate flesh with each pass. She moans softly against my breast.

  “She’s wetter, boss.”

  “She needs to be fucking dripping. You want to taste her pussy?”

  Lily doesn’t reply but she’s already moving down. Her hands grip my hips and slide me forward a little more, so that I’m sitting lower between Saxon’s spread legs and widening my thighs even farther. I hear a deep groan—someone watching, and I don’t care. A ravenous ache is building deep inside me and when I realize that Lily’s waiting for a go-ahead, I can’t stop my plea.

  “Saxon.” Greedily I lift my hips. “Now.”

  “You heard her, Zoomie. Lick all the way up her slit. And hold onto her. She’ll buck you right off when you hit her clit.” Hands clamp over my hips and her warm mouth surrounds my clitoris. A strangled moan rips from my throat. Oh, Jesus. “Fuck me, that pussy. So damn sweet. I never get enough.”

  Lily’s moan of agreement shivers through my aching flesh. My body is tightening, tightening. Her tongue slides down to my entrance and fucks into me before slicking up to my clit again, and it’s all loud, her long and hungry licks like a wet, suckling kiss against my drenched flesh. Sobbing little whimpers escape me and Saxon’s voice is filling everything in between.

  He gives a tortured groan when Lily shoves my legs wider and backs off for a second, as if making sure he gets a good look. “Oh, fuck, Jenny. That’s so fucking sexy and you’re so fucking wet. I need you on my cock now, princess.”

  Shaking with need, I brace my hands and lift up, reaching between us for his shaft. Lily sucks in a breath.

  “Damn, boss. I don’t know if she’s wet enough for that.”

  “She’ll take me.” It emerges as a low growl. “But we have to go easy. She’s so fucking tight we have to take her slow.”

  “Real slow.” Her steadying hands catch my hips again. “All right, Jenny?”

  “Yes.” Better than all right. Saxon’s bare cock is in my hand, and he stiffens beneath me as I slide the fat head through my drenched folds. We’ve never been flesh to flesh before.

  His voice is hoarse. “Jenny—”

  His groan strangles my name as I sink onto him. My body tenses, my flesh burning and stretching as my inner muscles yield to the thick crown. Pleasure flares through me, mingling with the pain. Dragging in a ragged breath, I slowly work him deeper.

  Lily’s grip tightens on my hips. “Holy shit. Her little pussy is just sucking you in. She’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Make her hotter,” he grits out, and I’m so focused on the delicious sensation of his cock filling me that I’m not prepared when Lily’s mouth covers my clitoris. I almost jolt away from Saxon’s cock but her hands are holding me in place, then the sensation rips through me. My scream trails into a sobbing moan as she flicks her tongue. My hips jerk and suddenly he’s deeper inside me and she’s sucking and Saxon’s pumping shallowly up into me, his voice rough in my ear. “You like that, Jenny? You like your clit being sucked while you’re being stuffed with my cock?”

  I respond with something, maybe a yes, I don’t know, because I’m going to come, I’m just going to fly apart. My body’s writhing, pushing him deeper and deeper with every roll of my hips and Saxon’s sliding down the sofa a little, until I’m half-lying back against him, and Lily’s coming up over me slightly, her hands pressing my thighs wider and her tongue lashing against my clit.

  “You stay on her when I’m in deep.” He sounds hard and mean but Lily just moans, her long hair sliding over my thighs, her mouth so hot.

  Saxon surges up beneath me and I scream again as his cock pushes deep, bottoming out and then pressing deeper, intensifying everything but that’s too much now, I can’t take it. But I can’t get away, Lily’s holding me still as he begins fucking up into me, slow, so slow, and her tongue is slow now, too, just swirling around my clitoris.

  And I can’t— I can’t—

  My body bows upward and I can’t even scream, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but come and come and come. I feel Saxon’s groan behind me as my pussy convulses on his cock and Lily’s groan as her tongue slides from the delicate flesh stretched around his shaft and up to my clit. My hands are tangled in her hair, but I can’t let go yet, because Saxon pumps up into me and I’m coming again and she’s sucking on my clitoris, and I’m completely destroyed between them.

  I was just supposed to ride him. Just supposed to ride him. Lily grins up at me, her lips swollen and wet, and I realize that I’m saying it out loud, like a breathless chant after a long race. I was just supposed to ride him.

  “You can now,” she says.

  My muscles seem weak and trembly as I sit up—then moan as the movement pushes Saxon’s cock deep again. He grunts behind me, moving up the sofa so that he’s sitting instead of half-reclining. I straddle him again, my knees resting on the cushions on either side of his thighs.

  He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “All right?”

  “Amazing.” And I am. Utterly wrecked and yet feeling so fucking incredible. I look to Lily. “Thank you.”

  She laughs a little. “Any time. Can I watch the rest?”

  “Knock yourself out,” I say, because it doesn’t matter. I lean against Saxon’s chest and reach back to link my arms around his neck. The others are watching but it’s only us, only him and me as I begin to ride. Just short strokes, because I can’t rise up all the way, yet I’m taking all of him inside me. He’s deep, so deep, and he tells me I’m beautiful and then he can’t speak, groaning and stiffening as he comes.

  I fall back against his heaving chest. His hand fists in my hair and I arch back for his kiss. I’m totally
exposed, his cock still buried in my pussy and my nipples red and throbbing.

  When he finally releases my mouth, Saxon’s arms come around me and he looks over at Blowback. “Good?”

  The other man laughs.

  Saxon nods, then tugs the top of my dress up and the bottom down. He rises in one easy movement, lifting me with him and cradling me against his chest. “Hold on,” he says and carries me to the loft’s low wall that overlooks the main floor below. Oh, my God. Everyone’s quieting and looking up.

  Saxon’s face is dark as he sweeps his gaze over them, but it’s not his controlled look. Instead it’s dangerous and tight with anger. He slides his fingers between my legs, then lets my feet swing to the floor. He holds up his hand and his fingers are wet.

  “My cum,” he says loudly. “My woman. Your first lady. Anyone have any fucking problem with it?”

  My cheeks are burning but I hold my chin up. No response from below except a few hoots and shouts of encouragement.

  He silences them. “Only two things matter now: bringing in our new brothers and destroying the Eighty-Eight before they take any more of us. No more of this petty shit or they’re going to take us down one by one. So no more.”

  No more. It’s a repeated murmur of agreement that runs through the bikers below.

  “All right, then,” Saxon says and lifts me up against his chest again. “Meeting’s over. Go fuck and ride.”

  Saxon

  I carry Jenny into the conference room. I begin to set her on the table but she squirms free.

  Her face is pink. “I can’t sit anywhere. There’s cum dripping down my legs.”

  My cum. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  She laughs and shakes her head. I look her over. She’s well-fucked but there’s no shadows in her eyes. Lily and I went at her pretty hard but she took it all.

  And gave me everything.

  My heart swells up and I pull her close. My throat is tight. “What the hell were you thinking, Jenny? And don’t tell me it was just undercutting some assholes.”

  She sighs and lays her head against my chest. “I just didn’t want to make you choose.”

  “Choose what? The only choice I needed to make was whether to walk away, and they were forcing that choice, Jenny. Not you.”

  “But it wouldn’t have been an issue if I wasn’t in the picture. So I didn’t want you to choose between me and the club.”

  Between her and the club. How could she even think that was a choice? “Did you think I wouldn’t choose you?”

  She shrugs. “I know you would. Because you said that you’d stay with me and protect me.”

  I stare at her. She’s got her face buried against my chest and I realize she’s not just snuggling there for comfort. She’s hiding some hurt.

  That hurt can’t stand. I catch her chin and make her look up at me. Her green eyes are glittering like she’s holding back tears. “That isn’t why I’d choose you. I’d choose you because you give me fucking everything, Jenny. Do you think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you? Anything? There’s no line I wouldn’t cross. Walking away from this club would be nothing compared to what I’d do for you. Everything I do is for you. Every single breath I take is for you. Staying with you isn’t a choice—it’s just the only fucking way I can live. All right?”

  That didn’t stop her tears. They’re spilling over but she’s nodding, so at least there’s that. I hold her until she quiets, then kiss away the salty drops at the corners of her eyes before meeting her gaze again.

  “You got a change of clothes?”

  “In my truck.” Her voice is thick.

  “I’ll send out a prospect to get them. And you’re all right? We fucked you hard out there.”

  She suddenly laughs a little. “Yeah.”

  “No bad times?”

  “No. Just so nervous at first. But then…it was really sexy, wasn’t it?”

  Sexy doesn’t begin to describe it. “It was fucking amazing.”

  “It was.” She glances up at me through her lashes. “So…want to go fuck and ride?”

  “Hell, yeah.” I swing her up. “And I’m going to be real sweet this time.”

  Jenny

  He’s hard and rough. I don’t care. All that matters is that I’m here, lying tangled in his sheets, and he’s so close to me. My fingers trace the skull on his shoulder, studying the three sets of numbers in the teeth. 1-12-12 6-15-18 10-5-14-14-25. It’ll come to me, he said, and all at once it does.

  And it’s so easy. So easy. Just a number for a letter. Bikers do it all the time, like the “13” patch that stands for an “M.” Some say it refers to marijuana or meth or a Mexican club, but however they use it, the “M” is the same. Even the Eighty-Eight Henchmen are named using a similar code. 88 is HH, for “Heil Hitler.”

  Lying here, it takes me a few minutes to translate all of the letters. But my heart begins pounding when I hit the last three, and when I finish I’m blinking back tears. A-L-L F-O-R J-E-N-N-Y. He got this tattoo nine years ago. Nine years.

  His voice is heavy with sleep. “You figure it out?”

  “Yeah,” I whisper. “It says you love me.”

  His head comes up and his mouth finds mine. It’s slow, this kiss. I want it to last forever but I don’t mind that it ends. Not when what he says next is so much better.

  “You have no idea how much, Jenny.”

  He’d do anything for me. Considering that I’d do anything for him, I think I have an idea.

  His hand slides over my hip, then up over my ribs. I shiver as his big palm cups my breast and my nipples harden. “One more before you go? I wasn’t sweet before.”

  With a laugh, I lift up to meet his kiss. Saxon Gray loves me. Rough or easy, slow or hard, it doesn’t matter—as long as he keeps on loving me, each time will always be sweeter than the one before.

  “One more,” I say.

  Having It All

  A Hellfire Riders MC Romance

  Now that Jenny Erickson is mine, I’ve got everything I want. Until one shotgun blast almost rips it away…

  As president of the Hellfire Riders, there’s two things I care about: protecting my woman and destroying the Eighty-Eight before they take everything I’ve fought for. They’ve hurt Jenny before and I swore that I’d rip out my own heart before they hurt her again. Every heated touch, every scorching kiss is a promise to keep her safe.

  Now the Eighty-Eight is coming for me—and no matter what it takes, I’m not going to let them lay a finger on her. I’ll sacrifice anything to protect her. My freedom. My heart.

  Even my life.

  1

  Saxon

  “I say it’s time for a beer.” Stone tosses the moving pads into the bed of Gunner’s truck and slams the tailgate closed. “Let the old ladies fuss over where all this goes. The prospects can muscle around the stuff that’s too heavy for the women.”

  Nodding, Gunner drags up the front of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. “I second that. Prez?”

  A cold brew sounds pretty damn good. We’ve been hauling furniture from the clubhouse in town out to the Erickson ranch for most of the day now, and what started as a cool morning has turned into a hot bitch of an afternoon. But although the moving is done, I’m not.

  “Go on without me,” I tell them. “You riding out to the Barracks tonight?”

  Ever since the Hellfire Riders took over the strip joint and surrounding territory from the Eighty-Eight Henchmen, we’ve been keeping a strong presence there. Sending a good portion of the Riders in that direction means losing business at my own tavern, the Wolf Den, but I’m absorbing that blow for now. Cutting the Eighty-Eight’s legs out from under them matters more than my cash flow does.

  Stone’s mug hardens, ragged scars whitening against his tan. “We’ll be there. Howler and a few other Blue Coyotes are coming in to talk about setting up a ring during the Pendleton rally. You in for that?”

  Fighting. I’ve done
it before. My fists earned the down payment on the Den. It could be quick way to make up for that slow cash flow now but I don’t need the distraction. “Not this time.”

  Stone and Gunner exchange a quick glance. Probably deciding whether to try persuading me.

  “Not until the Eighty-Eight are gone,” I say and Stone nods.

  “Fair enough. We’ll pin our hopes on Pretty Boy, instead.” He jerks a thumb at Gunner.

  The sergeant at arms blows him a kiss over the bed of the truck, then says, “So you don’t think the prez is pretty?”

  Stone snorts and looks to me. “You’re a regular Ken doll, boss. A giant, mean Ken doll.”

  “Except not blond,” Gunner says.

  “And with a beard.”

  “But without the slick suits.”

  “Or Hawaiian board shorts.”

  Gunner’s eyebrows shoot up. “You know what kind of shorts Ken had?”

  “Because I have a sister, asshole. You know how many times I had to put pants on Ken? Made me shrivel every time Anna left him lying naked on top of her other dolls. He doesn’t have a dick, man. It was my sacred duty as a dude to cover that shit up.”

  Jesus. I could have gone my whole life without imagining the Riders’ enforcer dressing a dickless doll in a pair of flowered shorts. But there’s nothing guaranteed to keep Gunner on a topic longer than a mention of Anna—unless she’s anywhere near him, then he shuts up real fast. He’s good at making his interest appear casual but the pattern doesn’t lie. He always follows up any mention of her with a question.

  “She had them all naked?”

  “Yeah, she was making them do some freaky shit. Which would’ve been great if it was just the girl dolls, because they had amazing breasts. So perky and the perfect size for rubbing with your thumbs. Although, the first time I saw a real woman, I wondered what the hell her nipples were—”

  “Shut it now,” I cut Stone off before he can start telling us about jerking off to the plastic tits. “And get the hell out of here before I find a doll to shove up your ass.”